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Release Day Blitz + Review – When It’s Over by Emma Lauren

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Title: When It’s Over

Author: Emma Lauren

Release Date: Feb. 24, 2015

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A beautiful college senior and her private writing professor collaborate in more ways than one.

As Sydney’s final semester at Addison College begins, she registers for an independent study with Professor Sparling. Unable to suppress the attraction she feels toward her teacher, Sydney flirts shamelessly. To her surprise, Professor Sparling reciprocates. Sydney loves the magnetic tension between them, but most of all she loves to imagine that perhaps she and her professor are truly meant to be.

Still, Sydney can’t deny that she harbors deep feelings for her ex, Henry. At the center of a torrid love triangle, she must decide whether to forgive Henry’s betrayal, or plunge into an affair with her very sexy, rule-breaking professor.

Two men want her, only one can have her.

Professor Sparling puts his job on the line to be with Sydney.

Henry is determined to keep them apart.

Henry claims he lied to the woman he loves for all the right reasons. He’ll do anything to win back Sydney. But will she give him a second chance?

This racy novel from the When It’s Love new adult romance series continues Sydney Morrison’s passionate coming of age story. Haunted by her mysterious past and torn between her desire for two men, the more Sydney learns about life, the less she understands. How far can she go with her professor before it’s too far? Can Henry convince Sydney that his love for her is stronger than his lies? Will love win over lust?

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We pick right up after the events of When It’s Love…Henry is struggling with the aftermath of his lies and Sydney is hard pressed to forgive him. He professes his love every chance he gets but she continues to skirt around him and relive his betrayal. She’s started to get closer to the Professor while working on her memoir but realizes that lust and love are two different things. Some hot and heavy moments arises between the two but the outcome is very different from what Sydney had been imaging all those months before.

Henry is digging into Sydney’s parents to help her find the truth but without out knowledge. Sydney herself is also remembering startling truths about her past but she has no one to really talk to about it. We see the characters both trying to pick themselves up and be better versions of themselves.

We are left wondering if the new found closeness Henry and Sydney started to have for each other again will last. Ms. Lauren leaves you on the edge of your seat wanting to know the conclusion of their love story. The perfect balance of mystery and romance. I eagerly awake the next installment.

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Emma Lauren is a writer and editor. Her debut novel, When It’s Love, was an Amazon best seller. She loves spending time with her husband and three children, writing, reading, and drinking coffee.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/emmalaurenauthor

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7389917.Emma_Lauren

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Blog Tour + Review + Interview – Roman’s Redemption (Roman #2) by Kimber S. Dawn

  Roman’s Redemption
Roman Book II
by
Kimber S. Dawn

I once told you, “Every sin I commit, every life I end, every soul I purchase, I do so to watch in gratifying amusement as it fades out. I’ve taken these lives with whole and complete intentions of watching my sins and transgressions affect and alter the life of others.”
I’m afraid those words no longer hold even a thread of truth.
The man you once knew is now nothing more than a ghost.
The blood staining my hands is no longer a consequence of my amusement.
I have become pure evil. The blood you see is the result of my visceral need to hinder the torment and desolation left in my wife’s wake.
If you are foolish enough to believe all men are worthy of redemption, even those of us born evil, take my hand and allow me to show you what I believe about Redemption.
For this is, after all Roman’s Redemption.

4-stars
I’m not even sure where to beginning. After reading Roman book 1 I was practically left speechless. Then we move on to Roman’s Redemption which is full of twists, turns, lies, and betrayals. We catch up with what happened at the end of Roman and jump right into things. For the most part Roman hasn’t changed a bit in the beginning and it is only his daughter’s love that starts to pull him back from the edge. We learn more about characters such as his housekeeper, Sebastian, and Lizabeth. We get multiple POVs including Heather’s and Roman’s. You read this book and you think to yourself how much more can one person take before there is nothing left to take? Roman’s Redemption will leave you wanting the rest of the story and luckily there is a third installment to finish this trilogy off. Dark and gritty and full of shock and awe moments, if you’re a fan of Kimber than you’ll be a fan of this book.

 

 

 Interview

1. When did you know you had a passion for writing?
When I was in the 8th grade…After Michael from A Woman Gone Mad. Remember, that’s when Lil started writing 😉
2. How do you come up with your books?
Jesus baby Christmas, I have no idea! Hahaha
I guess they come to me. A lot don’t make the cut unfortunately.
3. Which book was the most difficult to write?
Roman: Book 1
He was so unlike any of my other characters and so dead set on how it should be written. No contractions. Very little cursing. His sentences were all clipped and direct. Grrrrrr.
4. Out of all the characters you’ve written so far, who is your favorite?
Stella. Hands down, all day, everyday. For reasons a very few are able understand.
5. What are you working on next?
A FUNNY BOOK!!! Think The Sweetest Thing, Bridesmaid’s, and Sex in the City!!! Super stoked!
6. Where do you see your writing career in the next 5 years?
Hahahaha
At the rate I’m going probably dead or well past it. The politics and cut throat mentality are sometimes too much to consider continuing. Nobody likes to ask themselves, “Why am I even doing this?”
I was born and raised in
Louisiana… and No, I do NOT live in a bayou, I actually see the beaches on the
gulf coast more than I see a bayou, lol. I started writing poems and short
stories very early in my life. You know, for the Michael’s and Leo’s and Nick’s
in my life. I’ve been a book hoarder since I was eleven years old, but then a
couple years ago something wonderful happened! The 50 Shades of Grey craze
brought to life my inner smut whore and I commenced to read anything and
everything smut affiliated. When reading wasn’t enough anymore and I noticed
that so many of the authors of my favorite indie authors and their books
weren’t getting the exposure their work deserved, I turned it into a mission,
starting my own blog, buying their books and reading them one by one. I then
wrote my reviews for my blog and didn’t hold back in writing them (Hell yeah
those motherfuckers are profanity laden). I’ve never done a single thing in my
life halfway. I always go all in. After the success of my Blog, and the
insistence of one of my bestest friends, my sister from another mister, Trina
Taylor of Bad & Dirty Books, I was ready to finally take the plunge and see
if I could write a book that was worth a damn. I’m a Southern girl to my core,
a self-proclaimed smut whore, and I keep hearing that I’m an author, but
honestly… I don’t believe the rumors, lol. I don’t feel like a kickass bitch
spittin’ out lyrics, or stories, like a motherfuckin’ rockstar.
Tattooed across my ribs are the
words I have always lived by: ‘Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.’ Latin for:
If I cannot find a way, I will make my own.
Kimber’s links:

Deserves more than 5 stars!!!!
Wow yet again Kimber has done it again with Roman’s Redemption,
I didn’t think anything could top Roman but I was wrong, truly amazing, Kimber has a gift at telling dark, twisted and gritty reads, I was hooked from the first page.
One thing i am absolutely sure of i hated Seb all through the book, I had different thoughts on Roman, one minute i hated him the next minute I loved him and truly felt for him, one thing that did stay constant with me was i loved Heather, Mac, Mace she was kick ass.
Not for people who don’t read dark books as it isn’t for the faint hearted but i will say you really don’t know what you are missing if you don’t read this book!!!! ~Gemma

Wow wow wow. This was just as good as the first book, another amazing job. Kimber Dawn definitely has away of sucking you in!! I can’t say it enough both of these books are absolutely amazing! Dark as hell but what a great read. I couldn’t put it down. I stayed up all night just to see
what was happening next. If you like dark and I do mean really dark this one was fantastic. ~Nina
Kimber is sick and twisted and I love her mind, but I hate it just as much.
Never in my life have I hated 2 word more. The dislike I have for 6 little letters, THE END, is monumental. Normally, I’d want to ask why, but I realize your sick and twisted mind wouldn’t tell me. In the end, I have to admit, I love the evil that is Roman William Payne even more now than when I first met him. For the life of me I have no idea why.
This book is dark, so if you want or prefer sweet, don’t attempt this. You’ll want to run for the hill and pray to God to clean your mind just for looking this way. But if you enjoy the company of the little devil that’s parked on everyone of our shoulders, if you like the dark side of the tracks then by all means, go meet Roman.
Kimber is like the Rob Zombie of the book world. That’s how I see her. Dark, twisted, and messed the hell up. I’m totally girl crushing on her yet again.
Woman, you rock! ~ Nancy

 

Cover Reveal – When It’s Over by Emma Lauren

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Title: When It’s Over

Author: Emma Lauren

Release Date: Feb. 24, 2015

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A beautiful college senior and her private writing professor collaborate in more ways than one.

As Sydney’s final semester at Addison College begins, she registers for an independent study with Professor Sparling. Unable to suppress the attraction she feels toward her teacher, Sydney flirts shamelessly. To her surprise, Professor Sparling reciprocates.  Sydney loves the magnetic tension between them, but most of all she loves to imagine that perhaps she and her professor are truly meant to be.

Still, Sydney can’t deny that she harbors deep feelings for her ex, Henry.  At the center of a torrid love triangle, she must decide whether to forgive Henry’s betrayal, or plunge into an affair with her very sexy, rule-breaking professor.

Two men want her, only one can have her.

Professor Sparling puts his job on the line to be with Sydney.

Henry is determined to keep them apart.

Henry claims he lied to the woman he loves for all the right reasons. He’ll do anything to win back Sydney.  But will she give him a second chance?

This racy novel from the When It’s Love new adult romance series continues Sydney Morrison’s passionate coming of age story.  Haunted by her mysterious past and torn between her desire for two men, the more Sydney learns about life, the less she understands. How far can she go with her professor before it’s too far?  Can Henry convince Sydney that his love for her is stronger than his lies? Will love win over lust?

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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/emmalaurenauthor

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7389917.Emma_Lauren

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Cover Reveal – Indisputable by AM Wilson

COVER REVEAL: Indisputable by AM Wilson

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◆ Indisputable comes out on March 16th, AM Wilson’s debut novel! ◆
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Eighteen year old Tatum Krause wants nothing more than to finish her senior year without any more drama. After the near overdose of her drug abusing mother the previous year, she moved out in the hopes of making something better for herself. However, the week before her final year, she ends up needing the help of a sexy stranger who’s about to flip her world on its axis.

Jacoby Ryan only wants one thing: to forget his past. The last two years have been filled with empty feelings and women in an attempt to stem the heartache and guilt. He’s ghosted blindly through the motions until late one night, he finds a car stalled on the side of an empty highway where he meets a beautiful girl with a haunted look in her eyes.

She has a secret, but so does he. Despite their magnetic pull, the two come to the shocking revelation their relationship isn’t so black and white. Is it possible to fight a bone-deep attraction when the entire universe is telling you it’s wrong?

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about the author

A.M. Wilson fell in love with writing in second grade when she won a young writers’ contest. She spent the years following carrying around a spiral notebook, which she filled with poetry and short stories detailing the dramatics of being a young girl. When she hit her college years, she set the notebooks down and fell in love with reading romance novels. She may have attended college four separate times in four different fields, but always knew in her heart writing was her true passion. She grew up in Duluth, Minnesota and spent her summers in the cold waters of Lake Superior, but relocated to the Twin Cities with the love of her life and has two spirited children who make her world go round.


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Blog Tour – Blissful Valentine by Amy L. Gale

Title: Blissful Valentine

Author: Amy L. Gale

Genre: Romance

Hosted By: Beautiful Promotions

 

Straight-laced 19-year-old Brooke Powers has two goals: First, avoid the party scene and all the drama and disaster that go along with it. Second, focus on attaining her Marketing and Business degrees. When her roommate begs her to attend a fraternity party she reluctantly obliges, but gets more than she bargained for when she meets enticingly charismatic fraternity brother, Dean Parker. After a mishap causes her to wake up in the worst possible place she can imagine, she vows to stay away from anything or anyone fraternity related. Staying away from Dean is a daily battle, one she’s slowly losing. When her feelings conjure up old demons from the past, her strategically planned future turns into chaos. Brooke is desperate to keep herself on track. Will Dean be her downfall or is he exactly what she needs? 

 

 

Valentine’s Day isn’t always complete bliss.

 

 

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BLISSFUL VALENTINE

EXCERPT :

He stops and meets

my gaze, then bends down and grabs a mound of snow, packing into a

tight ball. He takes a step back and winds his arm, throwing the

snowball straight and fast. It smacks against the metal sign on the

far end of the small pond near a cluster of benches, breaking off

into a multitude of pieces.

He wipes his hands

off on his pants. “Give it a try.”

I shake my head. “No

way, I throw like a girl.”

His picks up a mound

of snow and packs it together, forming a perfect sphere. He hands me

the snowball and stands behind me, pressing his body against mine. My

heartbeats thump against my chest, causing a surge of adrenaline to

rush through my veins. I tremble, holding the snowball in my right

hand. At least I can blame the cold for my shaky arm. He runs his

hand down to my wrist and pulls it back, up toward my shoulder.

He rests his head on

my shoulder and talks softly into my ear. “Pull your arm back to

here and step forward at the same time you throw.” He moves to the

side.

Goosebumps form on

my neck from his warm breath gliding against my cool skin. My stomach

flutters. Here

goes nothing.

I stare at the metal No Parking sign and pull my arm back, throwing

the snowball as I step forward. Tiny fragments of snow fly through

the air. A direct hit.

I clap my hands and

bounce up and down on my toes. “Holy crap, I actually did it. I

didn’t think I could hit the broad side of a barn.” Dean comes

over and raises his hand to give me a high five. I lunge forward and

pull him into a hug, before I realize what I’m doing. My chest

tightens and heat creeps across my cheek.

 

He wraps his arms

around my waist and presses his body against mine. I step back and

ease away, dropping my arms to my sides. “We better head back, I’ve

still got lots of physics studying to do if I plan on passing the

semester.”

He rubs the back of

his neck and nods.

I slide my frozen

hands into my pockets and hold them in tight fists. Note to self:

when

I think I’m finished embarrassing myself I’m usually wrong.

 

The perfect

untouched blanket of snow moves into an array of chaos as we turn the

corner to my apartment. My heart beats faster with each step I take

forward. This walk is taking forever. If I don’t get away from Dean

soon, I may end up doing something else I shouldn’t. I mean, we’re

just friends. I take a deep breath and slowly exhale as we approach

my driveway.

I dig in my purse

and pull out my keys. “Thanks for my victory celebration.”

 

He places his hand

in the small of my back on our way toward my steps. “First of

many.” His hand moves to my waist.

 

Summersaults take

over my stomach. I step onto the first step. My boot slips along the

rim of the concrete edge covered in a thin layer of ice and instantly

it knocks me off balance. My hands flail through the air, desperately

trying to grab onto anything.

 

Dean jumps into

action, catching me before my head smacks against the hard sidewalk.

I grab onto his sculpted bicep and pull myself to my feet.

 

Fire burns through

my cheeks, which are no doubt fire-engine red. I drop my chin to my

chest and hunch my shoulders. He lifts my chin and gazes into my

eyes. My heart pounds against the walls of my chest. Electric

shockwaves flows through my veins. He leans in closer. My lips part

and lava flows through my body. He tucks a stray strand of hair

behind my ear. “I knew you’d fall for me sooner or later.” He

places a soft kiss on my cheek and takes a step back, turning and

walking away.

 Author Amy Gale

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Romance author by night, pharmacist by day, Amy Gale loves rock music and the feel of sand between her toes.  She attended Wilkes University where she graduated with a Doctor of Pharmacy degree. In addition to writing, she enjoys baking, scary movies, rock concerts, and reading books at the beach.  She lives in the lush forest of Northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, six cats, and golden retriever.  

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1. Can you tell us a bit about the main characters.

Brooke Powers is goal-oriented freshman who wants to focus on her studies and avoid the party scene along with all the trouble that goes along with it.

Dean Parker is an enticingly charismatic fraternity brother and star player on Lakeview U’s baseball team.

When Brooke’s roommate drags her to a fraternity party, an unexpected mishap causes her wake up in Dean’s bed throwing her strategically planned future into complete chaos.

 

2. How did you think of this story? What inspired you?

Since Dean and Brooke were already a couple in Blissful Tragedy, I wanted to elaborate on their awesome relationship. I decided to go back in time to the girls college years and tell the story. I have to be honest, I was inspired by some of my great college memories.

 

3. Is there anything special you would like your readers to know about Blissful Valentine?

Valentine’s Day isn’t always complete bliss.

 

4. Do you get writers block? How do you cure it?

I think every writer gets writers block at some point or another. I try and look to other sources to cure it, like music or re-watching some of my favorite movies for inspiration.

 

5. Top 5 Favorite Books

1. Beautiful Disaster

2. The Notebook

3. Fifty Shades of Grey

4. Dark Love

5. Thoughtless

 

6. I know you are a huge music fan AND Led Zeppelin fan. What songs help you write?

I usually come up with a play list based on the book I’m writing. When I wrote Blissful Valentine, I listened to Thank You by Led Zeppelin, Love Song by Tesla, Lay it on the Line by Triumph, Caught up in you by 38 Special, I Can’t Fight this Feeling Anymore by REO Speedwagon, My Kinda Lover by Billy Squire, and Talk Dirty to Me by Poison.

 

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Cover Reveal – Tempting BAD by M. Robinson

Title: Tempting BAD

Author: M. Robinson

Release Date: TBA

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Brooke:

     I’ve come from a privileged life and an even more privileged upbringing. My parents taught me right from wrong and everything in between… except I wanted the gray area. I wanted to live life on the edge with the possibility of falling over. I didn’t care about the consequences because I had no heart…
     I left that on the floor of my parent’s bedroom door, shattered.
     And never went back to pick up the pieces.

Devon:

     Family first.
     I learned the meaning of the word hate.
     I learned that life is a battlefield and I stood frontline.
     I learned that praying doesn’t work and God doesn’t listen.
     And I learned how to be a man…
     All at the receiving end of my father’s fists, my mother’s tears, and my sisters screams.
     You can’t run away from your past…
     It will always find you, especially when you’re asleep.
Warning: Book contains adult situations.
Sex/language. Mature readers only.

I looked around the room and although it was classy and refined, it didn’t feel homey. It felt cold and detached and I made my way over to stand in front of the bay window. The view was breathtaking.

It was then that I realized this wasn’t a place to sleep.

It was a place to fuck.

“This isn’t your home, is it?”

“No,” she murmured in my ear, behind me.

“I see.”

“It’s Madam’s.”

“Where do you live?”

She handed me my drink and took hers down in one gulp, placing the empty glass on the table. She moved to stand in front of me and leaned against the bay window. The lighting made her look like an angel.

“Don’t worry about it,” she stated, reaching up and unclasping her hair. It flowed loosely and she shook it out, making it fall right in front of her face. I knew she did it on purpose.

Hiding.

I let her have her security.

For now.

“I thought you want to play, Devon?”

I laughed. “Bambi, I couldn’t afford you,” I blurted without thinking and her eyes widened with a mixture of hurt and confusion, but just like before it was gone before it even fully appeared.

“What if I don’t want you to pay?” she offered surprised with her own words.

“Does it work like that? Kinda like a drug dealer, huh? Give the first sample for free and have me coming back for more?” I teased, trying to break the intensity of our stares.

Now it was her turn to laugh. “Something like that. So are you going to take me up on my offer?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“The time of your life.”

*Excerpt unedited*

 

M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.

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Cover Reveal – Roman’s Redemption (Roman #2) by Kimber S. Dawn

 
 

 

Cover Reveal – Roman’s Redemption 
Roman Book 2

 

 

By Kimber S. Dawn

 

 
I once told you “Every sin I commit, every life I end, every soul I purchase, I do so to watch in gratifying amusement as it fades out. I’ve taken these lives with whole and complete intentions of watching my sins and transgressions affect and alter the life of others.”
I’m afraid those words no longer hold even a thread of truth.
The man you once knew is now nothing more than a ghost.
The blood staining my hands is no longer a consequence of my amusement. 
I have become pure evil. The blood you see is the result of my visceral need to hinder the torment and desolation left in my wife’s wake.
If you are foolish enough to believe all men are worthy of redemption, even those of us born evil, take my hand and allow me to show you what I believe about Redemption.
For this is, after all Roman’s Redemption.
 
 
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About the Author
Kimber S Dawn

 

I was born and raised in Louisiana… and No, I do NOT live in a bayou, I actually see the beaches on the gulf coast more than I see a bayou, lol. I started writing poems and short stories very early in my life. You know, for the Michael’s and Leo’s and Nick’s in my life. I’ve been a book hoarder since I was eleven years old, but then a couple years ago something wonderful happened! The 50 Shades of Grey craze brought to life my inner smut whore and I commenced to read anything and everything smut affiliated. When reading wasn’t enough anymore and I noticed that so many of the authors of my favorite indie authors and their books weren’t getting the exposure their work deserved, I turned it into a mission, starting my own blog, buying their books and reading them one by one. I then wrote my reviews for my blog and didn’t hold back in writing them (Hell yeah those motherfuckers are profanity laden). I’ve never done a single thing in my life halfway. I always go all in. After the success of my Blog, and the insistence of one of my bestest friends, my sister from another mister, Trina Taylor of Bad & Dirty Books, I was ready to finally take the plunge and see if I could write a book that was worth a damn. I’m a Southern girl to my core, a self-proclaimed smut whore, and I keep hearing that I’m an author, but honestly… I don’t believe the rumors, lol. I don’t feel like a kickass bitch spittin’ out lyrics, or stories, like a motherfuckin’ rockstar.
Tattooed across my ribs are the words I have always lived by: ‘Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.’ Latin for: If I cannot find a way, I will make my own.

Exclusive Character Profile!

Hello, hello! I figured with the impending release of Dark Indiscretions: Seer Destined coming soon, I’d share a character profile with you all. It’s not completely finished and still needs to be fleshed out but thought it would be fun to offer you all a sneak peak behind the scenes info…it’s unedited and subjected to change! SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t read the series yet so be warned you may find out things you don’t want to yet! **NOTE: Some info may contradict as I’ve said this isn’t the final version just a little peek inside 🙂

Let me introduce to you all Jennifer Johnston you favorite resident Mystic badass! You can also introduce yourself to her for FREE with book one Dark Indiscretions!

 

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JENNIFER JOHNSTON’S CHARACTER PROFILE:

 

 

THE BASICS

Assumed Name:

Full Name: Jennifer Johnston

Nickname: Jenny

Race: Mystic – vampyra shape shifting

Gender: Female

Age: 487

Birthday:

Place of Birth:

 

 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5’6

Weight: 140 lbs.

Body Type: Soft and thin

Skin: Light complexion (Deadly pale)

Eyes: Green eyes with thick dark lashes

Hair: Curly, waist-long Auburn hair

Face: Round

Scars:

Tattoos:

Racial Distinctions:

Any Other Physical Distinctions:

*Degree of Activity – active

*Flexibility – flexible

*Magnetism – attractive

*Muscle tone – thin, soft

*Orderliness of Activity – regulated (can control her Mystics Powers)

*Precision of Activity – precise when she is not stress, she is careful with details but can be careless too when she is mad because of her being a Mystic.

*Rhythm – random

*Strength and Endurance – powerful, strong, enduring at times (lasting power since she is a Mystic), fortified (protective to her loved ones)

*Sensitivity and Refinement – can be insensitive sometimes to others if her kids are at risk, energetically connected to her mates, Jackson and Taylor

*Sensual Orientation – telepathic (she is capable of transmitting thoughts to her daughter, Krista because of her Mystic powers), clairvoyant (has supernatural powers like any other Mystics), clairsentient (because of her Mystic powers, she has the supernatural ability by means of feeling)

*Stress – relaxed (more laid back compare to other mystics) but can be stressed and anxious at times because of her daughter actions.

*Vitality and health – damage (because of her dark past-being raped by her own uncle)

 

NOTE: In main character description, she is around 5’6 but in DI Book 1 page 44 she is 5’7.

 

 

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS

Mother: Sara Johnston

Relationship with Mother:

Father: Samuel Johnston Sr.

Relationship with Father:

Siblings: Samuel Johnston Jr. (older brother) & John Johnston (younger brother)

Relationship with siblings:

Other Relatives: James Johnston (uncle)

Relationships with other relatives: Jennifer was much more like James style. She had grit (mental toughness and courage).

Almost family members:

Reason for closeness:

 

 

SOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS

Sexual Orientation:

Romantically Involved: With her mates: Jackson Dawls and Taylor Durham

Martial Status:

Spouse:

Children: Krista Bell Johnston

Friends:

Allies:

Enemies: James Johnston

 

 

PERSONAL CHARACTERISTICS

Physical Strengths: Spine-tingling sensation (how to reach out to another witch-this is what Krista did to find her), She has a wicked fast recovery time, Mating and blood moon can gave her extra strength to boost her powers

Physical Weaknesses:

Mental Strengths: Photographic Memory

Mental Weaknesses:

SKILLS

Fighting: Loves the thrill of the power running through her veins. Whenever she hunts, she liked to feed while having sex.

His Vampyra side: loves bloodshed

His Witch side: could care less

Magic: Full control of Mystics Power, Location Spell (which she wrote when she was a little girl), Energy Blast (which she got from her mother)

Technology:

Stealth:

Secrecy:

Manipulation:

Thievery:

Piloting:

Persuasiveness:

 

HISTORY

Childhood:

Teenage Years:

Adulthood:

 

 

MORE DETAILS

 

 

LIFE

How would you describe your life overall?

  • I am Jennifer Johnston a true pureblooded half-vampyra shape and half-shifting witch. Unlike any other Mystics, I am disgusted by my own family’s culture on marrying and engaging to sex to one of your family members just to keep the bloodline pure. With this in my mind, I wasn’t completely like all other Mystics, but I still considers myself as one of them as I still know how to torture and kill if I need to. I believe in love. I always wanted to find my Nyhiya fated mate.

 

What is your most memorable moment?

 

What has been the most important event in your life?

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

  • I think my greatest achievement would be my own daughter, Krista. I protected her for years. I even tried to show her the life is not all about killing. I helped Krista to be more than what Krista believes she was born.

 

What is your number one regret?

 

When were you the most afraid?

 

What is your greatest fear? Why?

 

What is the most honorable or “good” thing you’ve ever done?

  • The most honorable/good thing that I ever done would be not to be like any other Mystic who love their own kind, I chose another path and that is to dreamed of love and mating.

 

What is the most “evil” thing you have ever done?

  • It was year 1625, at Jamestown, West Virginia where we had our family dinner and the night I murdered my entire family. After that incident, I was known to be the most lunatic Mystic in our kind.

 

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened

 

 

 

 

Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor/relative? Does that affect you?

  • Yes, it would be James my uncle. He raped me and it was much worse than the rest of what my family had inflicted on me. Much worse, it does affect me big time. I felt mortified and humiliated. My past still affects and invades my own future. I am rest assured that I would never have a moment of peace.

 

Do you have any secrets? If so, what are they?

  • Yes, it was when my uncle raped me. I kept this secret for a long period of time. I didn’t want other people to look at me pity and disgust after I got raped.

 

 

PERSONALITY

 

What three words would you use to best describe your personality?

  • I would describe myself as a deadly, cunning and vindictive Mystic. A killer and very powerful one. I know how to make decisions on my own, sadly, my daughter is not like that.

 

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

  • Lunatic (because I murdered my whole family from the past)
  • Nuts/Crazy (because no one can kill his/her own family like what I did)
  • Strong woman (despite being rape, I still decided to keep the child and raise her as much as I can)
  • Misunderstood Mystic (people liked to refer to as evil reincarnated)
  • Dual Nature

 

Why are you risking your life to adventure?

 

Do you tend to argue with people or avoid conflict?

 

Are you a listener or a talker?

 

How long does it take for you to trust others?

 

Do you hold grudges?

  • When my uncle raped me, I wanted to die, but then grief turned to rage (violent, uncontrollable anger)

 

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

 

Do you like interacting with large groups of people?

 

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

 

 

PERSONAL EMOTIONS

 

What makes you sad? Happy? Mad? Why?

 

  • Sad: My life was a living hell because my family is a bunch of psychos. I don’t even care about them.

 

I would also feel really bad if one of my mates will be lost/dead.

 

It was when Krista tries to kill my unborn child, it was the worst feeling in the world. To chose one child over the other.

 

  • Mad: I don’t share with my family’s perversions. I would never engage any sex either one of my brothers. My family’s culture just makes me feel disgusted.

 

I was shocked, pissed and a little numb when James took Krista from me.

 

  • Happy: I considered myself being lucky to have met my mates, they are always there for me. I could kill for them.

 

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

 

What do you think of love?

 

Do you believe in self-sacrifice for the greater good?

  • Yes, I would sacrifice my own self and would kill anyone that with mess with my babies. I love both of my children.

 

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

 

 

 

 

PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS

 

Who is the most important person in your life and why?

  • Krista was the best thing in my life. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

 

Who is the person you respect the most? Despise the most? Why?

 

 

GOALS

 

What are your goals?

 

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

 

Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years? Twenty years?

 

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

 

What is the one thing you would like to be remembered for after your death?

 

 

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

 

Work: Child Psychologist

 

Present Address: Boston, Massachusetts (Year 2012)

 

House:

  • Old: Lives in a two-bedroom townhouse
  • New: A massive home of four bedrooms, three baths, a den, a dining room, living room, kitchen and two offices.

 

Hobbies: Likes to do bubble bath

 

Bed-type: A King sized bed

 

Favorite food: Bacon, eggs, grits and pecan waffles

 

Favorite past time as a Mystic: She feels better if she’ll go to the Heaven’s Angles, just dance and drink a little and have sex.

 

Basement: where she killed her entire family

 

Cave: where they fought, two hours drive from her townhouse

 

Mystic Pregnancy- two years

 

 

IMPORTANT NOTES:

 

-She must bond to her mates if she wants to permanently kill her uncle.

 

-She has to kill her uncle and killed herself in order to live since she can now regenerate.

 

-Kain’s word to Jenny: “The sins from her past”

 

-After 3 months, she is going to have another baby again. She hadn’t had a kid in almost four centuries. (Her baby will now be a part Mystic/part Dylia). 6 months into a two-year pregnancy, she’s already hungry. Hungrier than she had Krista before.

Blog Tour + Review – Soft Shatter by Dany Rae Miller

Soft Shatter

Dany Rae Miller

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Blurb

One smart witch and three sexy wolves tell a story of love, lies and rejection. All Shavone Gentil wants is to find her runaway sister. When witchcraft fails to provide the answers, she resorts to the last resort — getting a job at the Denver Dollhouse. Shav gets answers, but to questions she didn’t even know to ask. In love and in lust with Shavone since childhood, all Nash LaFontaine wants is her safety, her body and her heart. Responsible and noble, the giant alpha waited so long. Did he wait too long? All Ben LaFontaine wants is to do his duty as a French wolf. He comes to Denver to do just that. His first assignment is to help his cousin Nash protect the witch. Little does he know the power she’ll wield over him. All Enrique Cruz wants, all he’s ever wanted, is Shavone. There’s a night from hell that the Native alpha will never forget, the horrors of which his obsession is just beginning to remember. Who will get they want and whose heart will shatter? Note: Due to strong language and mature content, this Wolven Moon Novel is recommended for adults ONLY.

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3-red-stars

 Although Soft Shatter has all the elements I love in the books I read, it never fully grasped my attention. Instead of sprinting through it, it was more of a leisurely stroll. In other words I liked. Our female MC is on a mission and she won’t let anyone in her way to achieve said mission. But there are secrets, that not even she knows about but those around her do. She’s the center of attention for three wolves who all want her for themselves. Ms. Miller takes the reader on a journey of twists and turns. With that being said I still would read more works by this author. Personally I saw nothing wrong with the voice, pace, or dynamics of Soft Shatter, it just didn’t come out the gate popping with me. While I enjoyed this read it just never had me in a rush to just finish it right this minute. Instead it was a book that would be read while waiting for a much more anticipated favorite series or author. That being said BRAVO to Ms. Miller for doing what she loves and bringing her unique voice to the world of literature. Lovers of paranormal would do well to add this to their collection.

Excerpt #1 

My hands over Shavone’s, I tighten my hoodie around her. She needs to keep it on — cover that beautiful, tempting ass of hers. I indicate the dart board with a nod. “Are you an ace at that, too?” She shakes her head. “No. I’ve never played darts before.” “Hallelujah.” I throw my head back. “Maybe I can win a portion of my pride back.” I run my hands up her waist and around to her back. “Will you let me teach you?” Yes, kitten, that was an innuendo. I want to teach you a lot of things. The increase in feminine pheromone and blushing smile means she got my drift. Fuck. My dick twitches. I don’t know how much more of her I can take. “Okay,” she’s says, eyes on my mouth. I lick my lips. You want some of this? Dilated eyes say yes just before they glance away. “Sir?” She calls across the bar and once she has the old man’s attention, motions that the pool table is all his. He waves his thanks. Touching her back, I usher her to the dartboard. “I love this song.” She rocks her shoulders. There’s music? I pause to listen. Sade softly sings something about giving the kiss of life. “You like this old shit?” I tease her, pulling the darts from the board. “Hey.” She giggles. “Yes. I like soul — old and new.” She throws out that bottom lip, again. “Don’t make fun of me.” “Never, kitten. You have excellent taste in music.” The broad grin that spreads across her sweet face wraps another string around my heart. And her swaying hips? Those put another quart of blood in my dick. She is something. Beautiful and sweet and sensual. I wonder how she’ll react when she finds out I’m lying to her just as Nash is. And she’ll find out. No doubt. She’s digging in the right place. She’ll be angry. I have no doubt about that either. That we’re doing this to keep her out of the clutches of the hunters won’t make a bit of difference. How strange to feel remorse before the fact. The only chance I’ll have is to get under her skin and fast. “Why the sad look?” She asks me. I affect an exaggerated shocked expression. “You gotta ask, lady who handed me my ass in pool?” “Sorry.” She exaggerates a giggle into her hand. She isn’t sorry at all. “Well, now you can trounce me.” Fuck. Was that a euphemism, kitten? “At darts,” she quickly adds. “I wouldn’t be very gallant, using your word, if I did that.” “No, you wouldn’t.” She gives me her coquettish smile. “You think batting those lashes at me will save you?” I laugh. “A girl can hope.” “You showed no mercy. I show no mercy.” I grin. “That’s the way the game works.” I move behind her, and, with a hand at her hip, begin to murmur the rules into her ear. Jesus. Her scent. I inhale a lung full of it. “This” — I toe a length of tape on the floor — “is the throw line. You cannot step over it when you throw.” “What about my arm?” “Good question.” I playfully squeeze her bicep, again. “Yes, your buffed arm can cross it.” I feel her smile. “I prefer the word ‘toned’.” “Kitten, you are so toned.” I nuzzle her hair. “Now, stop distracting me.” She giggles and I grin. This is fun. She’s fun. The rest of the rules, what there are of them, are fairly simple. I run through them quickly. “Let’s do a few practice throws.” I motion her aside and, when she’s safely out of the way, throw my darts. One lands dead center of the bull’s-eye and the other two in the interior ring, quarter inch from the bull’s-eye. She laughs. “This is going to be bad.” “Aw, c’mon. Positive thinking.” I move out of the way and bow for her to take my place at the line. Lifting her chin, she shakes her hair out of the way and narrows her eyes at the board in concentration. Hot and sexy, smart and sharp. No man can resist that. Sorry, Nash. I glance over at him. His eyes pierce me with an anger he normally saves for enemies and rival packs. Cherie grins at me. Shavone’s first throw lands on the board, but in the number ring. No score. The second lands in the fat single score ring and the third misses the board completely. The music clicks over to a sexy strong drumbeat that Shavone seems to like, too. I walk to the board to extract our darts. Ah, it’s John Mayer. I almost laugh out loud at the lyrics. I’m not the man I used to be either, John. Shavone smiles at me as I walk back to her. Rocking her hips, she sings along to the music. “Not bad.” I hand her her darts. “You’ve got pretty good form for a newbie. Can I show you a better way?” She nods enthusiastically. “Yes, please.” I lay my darts on a nearby table. “Let’s work on your stance, first.” Stop writhing that body, kitten. “Okay.” She stands still. Taking my sweet ass time and with a caressing touch, I position her body — feet there, hips like this, shoulders like that, hands like this. I’m disappointed when I’m done arranging her. She looks up at me through her lashes, a flirty smile on her lips. I stifle a growl. Moving back behind her, I drag my hand down her arm to her hand. “Holding the dart is an art,” I whisper in her ear — trying hard not to imagine her soft hand gripping my dick. “Two fingers forward on the stem, like this.” I manipulate her slender fingers. “And your thumb here near the back of the dart.” Understanding, she nods. Her brow furrowed, she concentrates so hard. “You want to extend your arm, pointing the tip of the dart where you’d like it to stick.” Placing my cheek directly on her temple, my hand over hers, I raise the dart in front of her face. “Stare down the tip and bring the dart straight back in front of your face,” I say. “Don’t hold it here, by your ear. You can’t see where it’s going if it’s beside your head.” I let go of her hand and hold her at the waist. “Do it now, but don’t throw it yet.” While she lines up the dart, I dip my nose into her hair and inhale deeply — not caring if she hears it. My voice is thick when I speak again. “We’ll do a couple of practice movements. Don’t let go of the dart, though.” “Okay,” she says softly. My left hand glides from her hip to ribs while my right hand wraps around hers and the dart. My wolf wants you so bad.

 

Ten Fun Facts about Dany Rae Miller

1.      Aside from The Hubs, no one else close to me (friends, family, coworkers) knows that I write paranormal erotic romance as Dany Rae Miller. Shhhh. 2.      My paternal grandmother was Amish. When she met my grandfather during her Rumspringa, she left her family and community for him. 3.      When I was eight, Highlights magazine published a story I wrote about my grandparents’ love story. It was my first published romance! 4.      Back in ninth grade, my science teacher assigned homework by telling us to “write a ten page paper on dinosaurs.” I raised my hand. “What kind of paper?” I asked. “Any kind you want,” he said. So, I went home and wrote a short sci-fi story about dinosaurs. I got an A, my first A ever in any science class. 5.      I’m a published young adult fantasy/sci-fi author under a different pen name. 6.      In the early 2000s, I won the grand prize in an international screenplay competition with my very first script. 7.      I’m a Joss Whedon groupie. 8.      I fantasize about Whedon reading and liking my work. Do you think he reads erotic romance? 9.      After a concert and before he was famous, I made out with Keith Urban for about ten minutes. A band member pulled him away to get on the bus. 10.  My Hubs kisses way better than Urban.

Excerpt #2 

The sweet scent that I have been looking forward to is not what walks into the Dollhouse. Rage seizes my wolf, his internal roar louder than the music pounding through the lounge. Three young wolves sitting at the bar wisely get up and move away. “Leave, Enrique.” Antonio insists. Shavone’s luxurious essence steeped in French stench. My beast bays a forlorn cry, a true physical agony joining the fury. How is it possible? What happened to the spell? “Enrique,” my brother hisses. “Go.” It’s too late to escape. I feel, and smell, Shavone behind me. “Mr. Cruz.” Steeling my heart and keeping a tight hold on the angry beast, I spin the stool from facing the bar to facing the little witch. She correctly gauges my wrath and steps back. “You’re too early,” I say, careful to control the volume and tone of my voice. “Oh.” She frowns, confused, her eyes dart between mine. “I came in early to do makeup. I assumed I had to be ready to work at four, but I can wait in my car.” “That isn’t necessary,” I growl, attempting to squash the burning jealousy. “Hi, Sara.” Antonio, using her Dollhouse name, draws her attention away from me. “Welcome to your first night.” “Thank you,” she murmurs. Antonio babbles some encouraging words while she nods and converses with him. My wolf identifies the male odor on her skin as belonging to LaFontaine. I’m going rip him to shreds. Never mind that he somehow got around a spell crafted by a powerful family ally. The detective took advantage of his official protector status while my wolf remains sidelined by the Alliance. It boils my wolven blood violently, muscles coil ready to shift. I use every ounce of control I have to contain my beast. You are mine,the wolf bursts into my eyes. Shavone chooses that moment to return her gaze to me. With a sharp inhale, her eyes widen. Antonio bugs his eyes out at me. “Have you ever tended bar?” He attempts to draw her attention back to him, but her gaze is locked on my angry wolf. I force him back, fight to get him into his cage and lock the door. Am I an alpha or an omega? The animal shreds my insides. “Hello?” Antonio waves his hand in front of the witch’s face. Shaking her head and turning it toward my brother, her pink lips part to speak. Before she can, the night shift manager joins us. “Is this our newest doll?” “Yes,” I say. “Tanya, Sara. She’s sharing a dressing room with Paulina who is also her trainer.” Shavone offers a hand to shake. The movement sends more French stink up my nostrils. Hands in fists, I stand. “I have personally selected several costumes for you, Sara. Choose one of them to wear tonight.” It is not a request. “And put on some damn perfume.” “This way, Sara.” Tanya turns. The little witch blinks at me a few times before following the manager across the lounge. No surprise that practically every pair of eyes follows. Shavone in jeans is more enticing than the naked woman writhing on stage. Just as she goes through the curtain, Shavone glances back at me, head tilted, brow creased. “You haven’t been a monk either.” Antonio slings a towel over his shoulder. “What the fuck does that mean?” Restraining the wolf burns my eyes. “Don’t expect a healthy young woman to be a nun.” He puts a glass under the tap and draws a beer. My beast snarls. “Go punch something and cool off.” I flip him off on my way to the door. Outside, the fence behind the Dollhouse takes my wrath. I recall the last time I found Shavone with another — the night I discovered her and Monbeau. The bastard heard my growl, smirked at me, taunted me as he fondled between her legs. “No, Enrique!” Only Agustin tackling me mid-charge prevented me from ripping Monbeau’s dick off at that moment. Uncle had followed me, apparently had done so since the first of my visits to check on my witch. The noise of our scuffle alerted French sentinels. Uncle, with his superior speed and strength, got us out of the canyon before they arrived. Once on our own territory, Uncle cuffed me to a granite wall. “Enrique, the Monbeau clan has an impressive record. They’ve not lost a creole witch in the past 100 years,” he had said. “Because of his heritage, I should let him fuck her?!” I pulled at the chains, altering between human and wolf so quickly my muscles ached as badly as my heart. “Yes. If her well-being is a priority to you. Is it?” The beast in me roared, torn by the damned-if-I-do, damned-if-I-don’t options. “With him by Shavone’s side day in and day out, you’re assured of her protection. The Alliance chose him for a reason.” “What if she mates with him?” I had gritted out between my teeth as my beast once again twisted my bones. Days later uncle returned with a family friend, a witch. I lay on the ground, naked and limp from shifting uncontrollably. “Help him, Kennedy,” he begged her. She performed a spell relieving my wolf of his jealous agony. As it were, uncle’s faith in Monbeau was well placed. The punk saved her — rescuing her from the fire. I was on the other side of the state, called to Durango by my sister for an emergency that wasn’t as dire as she had made it sound. Had Monbeau not been in Colorado Springs with Shavone, she would have perished, the thought more unbearable than my own death. For that, the French wolf reluctantly earned my gratitude. Nevertheless, upon his death, I went to the Alliance, pleading for the assignment as Shavone’s protector. They refused, bringing LaFontaine back into her life even though the bastard had abandoned her once before. I threatened to challenge him, was on my way to do so. Kennedy convinced me otherwise. She used witchcraft to limit Shavone’s sex drive. “It’s better than a wolf war,” Kennedy had said. “And drawing attention to a Soft witch.” The fence in ruins, I call Kennedy now. “What happened to your spell?” “You’ll have to be more specific, Enrique.” “Shavone let LaFontaine fuck her.” “What?” Kennedy gasps. “I bound your touch as the terminus. Either she discovered the hex and removed it or” — When I interviewed her. “You didn’t tell me I couldn’t touch her.” Kennedy hisses. “In order to have touched her you needed to have been in contact with her. Which, of course, is completely against Alliance orders.” The fault is mine. I did this. I released her libido. Now there is only one remedy. I have to make her mine. “Fuck the Alliance.” I hang up on Kennedy.

Soft Shatter Playlist

The Flaming Lips – Fight Test

Kiss of Life – Sade

I Don’t Trust Myself – John Mayer

Al Green – Tired of Being Alone

Rufus – Tell me something Good

Earth Wind and Fire – Greatest Hits, Sing a Song; Reasons

Corinne Bailey Rae — Trouble Sleeping

Leela James – Music

Kristina Train – Dark Black

Corinne Bailey Rae – Put Your Records On

About Dany Rae Miller

I’m Dany Rae Miller and I believe in the power of love. I believe that love ~ real, unconditional, soulful devotion ~ can change who you are as a person. It can change you from shy to open, wary to trusting, scared to brave, running in circles to holding on to your rock. Young and naive, believing I was in love, I married right out of high school. Three years later, I was a brokenhearted, single mom of a toddler. Fast forward two more years to another sweetheart turned asshole and my faith in love was lost. Done with boys, I built a life for my child and me by myself. It wasn’t easy, but I grew up and learned how to stand on my own two feet. I didn’t need a man, I reasoned, I’ve got my confidence. In my mid twenties, I wanted to up my earning power and decided to go to college, setting my sights on journalism school. It was then, when I wasn’t looking for him, that the love of my life walked into a college speech class and sat down next to me. The right person at the right time changes everything and mends even the most shattered trust. I am living proof. That’s what I try to put into my novels. When I’m at the computer writing, life is golden. It just doesn’t get any better than weaving sometimes euphoric and sometimes gut-wrenching tales of erotic romance. In former lives, I was an advertising rep, then, a property manager. After college, I became a TV producer, and an award-winning screenwriter. Now, I conjure sexy love stories from thin air. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it. I do it from my home in spectacular Colorado (a location featured prominently in my stories) where I live with my wonderful husband and two affectionate kitties.

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Blog Tour – Heart Grow Fonder

Heart Grow Fonder

Cristy Rey

Adult Romance

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Blurb

Wrong place. Wrong time. Right people.

Jessie Bravo knows what’s wrong with her life; she just doesn’t know what to do about it. Eleven years ago, she saved Tyler Cantrell from getting his ass kicked by gay-bashing high school jocks. Since, they’ve been the closest of friends. Years later, Jessie circled the drain of chronic depression, spiraling out of control, and it was Tyler’s turn to save her. Who knew her best friend would become a Hollywood A-lister? Though Jessie credits Tyler for keeping her together, living in the shadow of her best friend’s celebrity isn’t all it’s cut out to be. It’s up to Jessie to figure out what she has to do to be happy: get better or get lost.

Stardom is on the horizon for British television actor Boyd Kerrington. He’s starring opposite Tyler Cantrell in an American feature film sure to blow his career out the water. For all the years he’s focused on his career, however, he’s settled in his personal life. That is, until he meets Tyler’s best friend, Jessie. Jessie is refreshingly cool, passionate, and compelling…but she’s also complicated. Worse yet, she’s not interested in remaining in the celebrity stratosphere, even for her lifelong friend.

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Excerpt – It was… to meet you.

“What was that?” Tyler said in a hoarse whisper.

Wide-eyed, his face shimmered as if he’d been doused with glitter under a blinding white spotlight. Dumbstruck, Jessie remained staring into the gaping hole of the universe where Boyd Kerrington sat only seconds earlier.

“That was…” Jessie struggled to get out even those two words, and she couldn’t think of another to follow them.

That was Boyd Fucking Kerrington. It was Boyd who’d stopped her world spinning on its axis for a suspended series of seconds that, for all she knew, could have lasted a whole year. She’d acted a brat and he’d thought it funny. When she realized she was embarrassing herself in front of Boyd, she stopped dead in her tracks and swallowed her pride, painfully.

Then their eyes met. She’d looked at him dead in the eyes a million times, but those instances had all been through the television. Sure, those eyes were the same—icy blue like a frozen-over lake in the dead of winter—but they weren’t Astor Welles’s eyes this time; they were something altogether new and different. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than a vacuum of nothingness.

While he looked away, returning to his breakfast, Jessie watched him, for the first time free of the veneer his character. But he avoided her gaze, keeping his attention, instead, on Tyler.

Layers of stage makeup and all the smart hairstyling of Astor Welles peeled away to reveal a real human being with complicated expressions and a wealth of idiosyncrasies. Despite his severe, angular features, Boyd’s manner was approachable, even a little bit sweet. His voice was the same, but the cadence wasn’t. Astor Welles cut through steel with a crisp arrogant timbre as much as with his cheekbones’ daring angles. Boyd Kerrington wasn’t as clipped.

Sensing she was doing nothing to benefit her friend’s morning with him, Jessie excused herself.

“I have some writing to do,” she said, standing and stepping toward the sliding glass door.

Though she expected Boyd would relax a little at her departure, he reared to face her with an unmistakable tinge of remorse. She bit into her lip and reiterated her need to get to work. Boyd nodded shortly, his handsomely sloppy curls lifting in the breeze for a second before settling down again. Tyler said something that sounded like “Good idea,” but that melded with the white noise of Vancouver.

“It was… to meet you.” Red with embarrassment, she tucked into the suite and shuffled into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

With no one watching her, she banged her head against the door. Boyd Kerrington was currently sitting on the balcony of her suite, talking with Tyler over cigarettes and a king’s brunch feast. Rather than join them, Jessie relegated herself to the bed. She curled up beneath the comforter, fully clothed, and stared into the oblivion of her private bathroom.

 

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Playlist

1.       Miss Misery, Elliot Smith

2.      Brand New Friend, Lloyd Cole and the Commotions

3.      Dear Catastrophe Waitress, Belle & Sebastian

4.      Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t Have)?, Buzzcocks

5.      I Shatter, Magnetic Fields

6.      Can’t Hardly Wait, The Replacements

7.      Cactus, Pixies

8.      Stay Out of Trouble, Kings of Convenience

9.      Never Talking to You Again, Husker Du

10.   A New England, Billy Bragg

11.    International Small Arms Traffic Blues, The Mountain Goats

12.   Screaming at a Wall, Minor Threat

13.   Andy’s Chest, Lou Reed

14.   I Think She’s Starting to Like Me, The Queers

15.   Long-forgotten Fairy Tale, Magnetic Fields

16.   Rudie Can’t Fail, The Clash

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About Cristy Rey 

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. Taking Back Sunday, Trail of Dead, and the prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, were released in 2014. The third full-length installment, Wolf Parade, will be released in 2015. She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Weeping Angels and her second, Heart Grow Fonder are available now.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

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