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Jesse Lorenzo’s Past Forgiven

Past Forgiven
Marked Series; Book 3
Published: March 1, 2017
Published by: Jesse Lorenzo
Blurb:
One phone call…

And suddenly that fresh start Susan Scott wanted is threatened, needing help she turns to the only person she trusts.

Detective Dominick Antonelli swore he’d always keep her safe, and that’s exactly what he intends to do. But living in tight quarters leaves him battling against his desire for her and his promise to protect the woman he’s falling in love with. Tensions mount as their attraction for one another builds, leaving them both unaware of the danger stalking their every move.

Dalton will stop at nothing in his quest to seek out his betrayer. He watches her carefully, biding his time for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Dive into the conclusion to the Marked Series, where Dalton’s reign of terror continues.

Will this evil man get the last laugh?

Or will he be defeated once and for all?

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About the Author:

Jesse Lorenzo (formerly Lady J) is a romantic suspense writer and author of The Marked Series. Her debut novel, Forever Marked, released in August of 2015 and the rest is history.

She was born and raised in Central New York. This is where she met, fell in love with, and married her husband, in what can only be described as a whirlwind romance. Together, with nothing but the clothes on their backs, they forged an adventure across the country to sunny Arizona.

Now, Jesse spends her days raising her three beautiful daughters, and two fur babies… Her nights belong to writing and the creation of exciting new worlds.

Self proclaimed coffee connoisseur, lover of all book genres, camping, shooting, and all things outdoorsy.

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Morgan Campbell’s FINN: A Bully Novella.

Finn: A Bully Novella
Morgan Campbell
Genre: M/M, coming of age.
Release Date: March, 10 2017
~ Blurb ~
It all started with a doll…

All I wanted was to be a kid,
to have fun with my friends and make mistakes.
But little did I know that my father had other plans.
A daily life lesson constantly spat in my face.

Every day, for years, I’ve been told that I’m wrong.
That I’m a mistake.
That I’m a sinner.
That no matter what, I’m an abomination.
A reminder that’s been drilled into my head;
beaten into my body and soul;
like a punch to the gut;
shoved in my face,
that what I am is a betrayal to my family.
Simply for being me. Simply for being gay.

Now, all I want is to be free from this nightmare that I’m trapped in.
To find the one that got away.
The one with the hazel eyes…
All I want is to find him
so he can save me from myself.
~ Excerpt ~

I open the door and a small bell jingles. Immediately I’m greeted with a two-for-one sale on fuzzy handcuffs in every color imaginable.
I shake my head. What am I even doing in here? I stand in the middle of the aisle, a little confused and a hell of a lot embarrassed. I pull the list out of my back pocket and try to figure out where to start. Gunnar didn’t tell me where to find anything, just wrote a list out.
“And if you get lost, just look for Anthony.”
“Yeah, great advice, Gunnar. I can’t even find a single person in here, let alone a twink with black and blue hair that looks like the love child of Harry Potter and Justin Bieber.” I mumble to myself as I pass a row of edible underwear and rip away thongs for men and women.
“Hello there, sugar. Lookin’ for anything in particular?” I turn around and there stands a skinny kid, no more than eighteen, I think. “Well, you look a little lost. You don’t happen to be Finn?”
“Uh,” I look around to make sure no one is around. “I…How…?”
He grabs my arm and takes me through a few aisles until we get to the back of the store.
“Sugar, Gunnar called me. Told me to look for a confused princess – ”
“– hey!”
“Said you might be in need of some help and told me to start here.”
“Okay, but what am I looking at.”
“From here over are the rubber dildos.” He points to the larger section of the wall to my left. “We’ll take a look at those later but let me tell you, they are fab-u-lous.” I just stand in awe at the kid in front of me. I wonder if I’ll ever have the courage to be out like him.
“And these are the butt plugs. Trust me, they’re a beginner’s best friend.” He gives me a nudge as he walks over to a few sitting lower on the wall to the right of the dildos.
“How do I…” I point to the plugs reluctantly. The sizes freak me the fuck out and I start to back up, straight for the door. I can’t fucking do this. It’s all too much for me to take.
“Sugar, you gotta start somewhere. Like relaxing? They’re butt plugs. They won’t bite you in the ass, but they will make it sing!”
“But, the size…They’re massive. They won’t fit!” I feel my forehead beading up with sweat as I feel the anxiety creep up, but all Anthony does is laugh at me.
He grabs a big box and pushes it into my hands. “Here, this will help you out. Now hand me that list I was told you have and let’s get shopping.”
I hesitantly look at the box after I hand the list over. Anthony walks off, mumbling something about Gunnar, when I get the balls to look at what he handed me. I flip the box over and inside sits five different sized plugs. From a thin, short, purple one to a monstrous black one that makes me break out in sweat even more.
No way in hell is that one ever going in me.

~About Morgan Campbell~

Morgan lives in the south of Texas, going back and forth from Austin and Houston, with her husband. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found with her nose stuck in a book, cooking, baking, crocheting, and causing a general ruckus with her friends and family! Filled with an overactive imagination at a young age, she began writing her thoughts down in a journal, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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Changing Lanes by Leaona Luxx

Title: Changing Lanes
Series: Highway 17 Series Book One
Author: Leaona Luxx
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2017
Photographer: Cassy Roop with Pink Ink Designs
Cover Designed by: TE Black Designs




Change. It’s change and how well you handle it which defines a person.

Three times in my life, I have been faced with such changes. Once when I was fourteen. Again, at eighteen. And now again at twenty-eight.

Twice, she was there.

Ten years ago, I gave up everything, including her. At the time, it was the right thing to do, for both our sakes. Walking away from her isn’t what I wanted, it’s what had to be done.

Now, she’s here. People like me don’t always get second chances, this happens to be mine. That’s if she’ll have me. If she’ll accept why I left and the fact, she’ll always be second.

You see, I have a secret. It could change everything when she learns the truth. She may be the one walking away this time.
We’re about to find out.

“This book was AMAZING! I absolutely fell in love with Brannon and Torrie” ~5 Star Amazon Review (Diane N)

“There are no words to describe how much I loves this book. I am never disappointed when I read a book from this author.” ~5 Star Amazon Review (Heather B)

“This is an intense, well written, storyline, about second chances, overcoming obstacles, hurt, forgiveness, and most of all love.” ~Wendy’s Book Blog

Leaona, also known as Lea, lives with her husband, cat and two dogs near Myrtle Beach. She was born and raised in WV by her parents whom she adores before attending Marshall University. A small business owner and mother of three, she enjoys Carolina Panthers and Marshall University Football, reading, writing, gardening, crafts, NASCAR, TWD, hot rods, and surf fishing.

Leaona was inspired to write while she raised her family, never dreaming one day, she would be published. While loving all genres of books, Lea writes contemporary romance stories that are not your everyday love stories. Gritty and true to life, she draws from her life and loves to create her characters. 
Leaona’s debut novel will release June 7, 2016. Cherry Grove is the first in The Cove Series. She’s your everyday girl and lives to connect with her fans via social media. Leaona also doesn’t mind dishing about her favorite authors and their books. Beach, life, and love.


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Survived by Brooklyn by Elizabeth York

Title: Survived by Brooklyn
Series: Brooklyn Series #3
Author: Elizabeth York
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 27, 2017

Brooklyn Montgomery hasn’t had the easiest life or done things the easy way. Her stubbornness sometimes outweighs her intelligence and forces bad choices. She deals with those choices head on, moving forward until she finds herself back at square one with no one she can trust when a new threat comes for her.

Mark Stone, once took a bullet for Brooklyn. He always forgave her, even overlooked her flaws. He was always there to catch her when she fell, but when he forgets who she is and has to start over will he find he has the same patience for her? Can he keep the killer away from her without knowing all the details? 

What happens when both Brooklyn and Mark go missing? Will they be found, or will they be planted six feet under a field of forget-me-nots.

“Has Brooklyn ever been a victim to him?”

“You could fill a couple books about her interactions with him,” Jax spoke as if I should remember, but I didn’t. His comment opened a door and I was instantly flooded with questions starting with why she never told me about any of this.

“All the victims have things in common, but do we know how he chooses them?”

It was the silence from the men that told me I had chosen the one question no one wanted to ask. I knew they all had similar features, but where did he find them all?

I had to prepare myself before I turned back to the victim and looked at the woman’s face. When I finally did, I noticed the pale alabaster skin that was flourished with the torture she endured. Her long black hair was recently cut and worn just like Brooklyn. Her fingers told a story of a woman who was happily married even though her band was missing. This one was just like the others, but her clouded over blue eyes reminded me of –

“Brooklyn,” I yelled as I took a knee. She was wearing the same silver noose on a chain around her neck that she played with at the hospital. I picked it up as Jax made his way back to me.

She had the same eyes that I looked into when we talked, the same hair that I used to toy with when she laid next to me. She had the same skin color, that would flourish in rose patches when she would get excited. Everything about her was identical to Brooklyn.

“How long has she been dead?” I stood up and demanded to know. “Why wasn’t I notified?”

“Come on,” Jax growled as he tried to push me away. 

“Why wasn’t I notified?” I demanded an answer as I fought back.

“Let’s take a walk,” Jax tried to move me, and other officers came to join him.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” I needed to know.

Author Elizabeth York has been writing for about seven years. Located in the southeast, she spends her days drinking sweet tea on the porch with her laptop in hand. She has devoted her life to her family and her books. With the loss of her Father to cancer in 2010 she makes “Dear Daddy” dedication pages in each book and donates 10% royalties to cancer research.
Elizabeth was given a 2015 Author of the Year award sponsored by 31 blogs for her role in helping her fellow authors and her writing. She was also accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization in May of 2015.

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Ignite by Drew Elyse


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Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.

Ace has been keeping secrets, and not just from his club brothers.
Secrets have a way of coming back to haunt you.
All of his are about to be revealed,
whether he’s ready to face them or not.

A Disciple will fight like a savage—even against his past.

When Quinn waltzes into the Disciples’ clubhouse,
she’s only after one thing—and it isn’t Ace.
She wants closure, an end to what they started so long ago.
But with the heat exploding, Ace and Quinn are far from over.

When this biker is forced to confront his past, everything will ignite.

Quinn

After our ride, I was silently thrilled Ace brought us back to the house. Max was around, and I didn’t want to be a crappy friend who ditched her after she came all that way just to check on me.
When we walked in, Max and Ham were both there. I had no idea what to make of that, but with both the guys hanging around, I couldn’t ask. Instead, I was stuck agreeing to the invitation for us to order in pizza with them and chill.
“What on it?” Ham asked as Ace and I settled onto one of the couches.
“Pineapple,” Max responded.
Ham pinched the bridge of his nose. “Tell me you’re fuckin’ with me, babe,” he demanded.
She wasn’t. I knew this. In all our years of friendship, we’d never actually shared a pizza. It always came down to ordering two so I didn’t have to choke down the gross concoction she called pizza toppings.
“Just wait,” I warned Ham.
“What the fuck could be worse than pineapple on pizza?” Ace asked.
I looked at Max. “Tell them,” I said with a flick of my wrist, indicating she proceed.
“I like pineapple, olives, green pepper, and some kind of meat, but I’ll take whatever,” she stated, unabashed.
Ham blinked, stared at her, then blinked again. It seemed to drag out for a solid minute. Then he found the response of, “That’s the most disgusting fucking pizza order I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s good!” Max insisted.
“Toots, in what universe do pineapple and marinara go together?”
Did he just call her toots? He totally did. And it wasn’t in a funny, fifties throwback way. He just called her that by rote.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot. I also don’t get sauce on it,” Max enlightened him.
“You get sauceless, pineapple, olive, green pepper, and mystery meat pizza?” Ham verified.
“Yep.”
Ham looked at me with what seemed to be a bit of concern on his face. “Where the hell did you find her?”
I laughed. “We were roommates in college. Randomly put together freshman year.”
He looked between us, then smiled in a way I could only describe as salacious.
“Damn, I am getting a beautiful picture right now,” he said.
I didn’t inform him the actual picture wasn’t all that great. Mostly, we sat around in sweatpants studying or watching Netflix. Why all men thought women being alone together meant the clothes just disappeared, I did not know. If I had to guess, I would probably blame porn.
“Before you start picturing it, I was religious about making sure there was a sock on the door and a warning text, and Quinn heeded both every time,” Max informed him.
That was true. Max gave me as much warning as she could manage before bringing guys to our room, and I was fortunate enough to never accidentally miss any of those warnings and walk in on something I did not want to see.
“Not enough to kill the dream,” Ham muttered.
“Unless she’s held out on me, I’m pretty sure there was no lesbian experimentation either,” Ace added. I gasped and slapped his shoulder.
“Not in the room anyway,” Max muttered.
I gasped again. “Seriously? You never told me that!”
She shrugged. “It was one time at a party. A bunch of frat guys dared us to make out. Nothing special. She was a good kisser, though.”
Ham cursed in a way that made it clear her words offered a mix of pain and pleasure.
“It’s why I let her slide into second base before I shut it down,” Max went on.
“Okay!” I cut in. “How about we get back to the pizza?”
“Buzzkill,” Ham said under his breath.
“Don’t worry,” Max assured quietly, but not quietly enough, “I’ll tell you the whole story later if you’re good.”
“Baby, I can be as good as you fuckin’ want.”
Turning to Ace, I spoke soft enough the other wouldn’t hear. “I don’t think I want to eat meals with the two of them ever again.”
“Noted,” he replied, grinning at my discomfort.
Jerk.
“How insistent are you on the pineapple thing?” Ace asked then, getting Ham and Max’s attention back on us.
“Completely,” she and I both answered—her firm, me resigned.
“No way in fuck I’m eating pineapple on fuckin’ pizza with no sauce,” Ham stated. I was pretty sure that was seconded by me and Ace without asking. He went on. “Not eatin’ pineapple at all.”
“Why not?” Max asked. “It’s good for you. And guys really should.”
“Why?” I had the distinct sense I would regret the question as soon as the word left my mouth.
“Because it’s supposed to make their cum taste sweeter.”
Good Lord. I was right. I didn’t want to know.
“Can we please just order food?” I asked, my face on fire.
Max ended up with a pizza—if you could call her monstrosity that—of her own, while Ham, Ace, and I shared a classic pepperoni.
We’d all finished our meals, with only Max’s pizza having any leftovers, when Daz came striding in.
“Fuck yeah, pizza!” he exclaimed.
He flipped open the box for the extra large the guys had destroyed with only a little help from me, then moved to Max’s, looking at it for a second before asking, “What’s on this?”
We answered, and he stood there for a long moment before shrugging and taking a slice.
“You’re gonna eat that shit?” Ham asked.
“Still food. Besides, pineapple’s supposed to make your cum taste better,” he replied.
“See?” Max cried.
“We both need new friends,” I declared, and Ace laughed. “I’m only kind of joking,” I informed him.
“Think we’re stuck with the ones we’ve got,” he replied, just as Max shouted, “Bitch, you’re stuck with me!”
“So much for being able to pick your friends.”
Ace pulled me in close to his side, until I had no choice but to settle my head against his shoulder. As he did, I watched Max’s face get soft.
Maybe my best friend wasn’t so bad after all.

Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels. Her debut novel, Dissonance, released in August of 2014.

When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.

A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her prima donna pet rabbit, Lola.

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Notes of the Past by Jodie Larson

 
Title: Notes of the Past
Series: Lightning Strikes #2
Author: Jodie Larson
Release Date: March 20, 2017
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I love women. And it’s easy to see why. Being the lead guitarist for the country’s hottest band, Lightning Strikes, has them practically jumping into my bed and walking out the door just as quick. Which is perfect for me. Emotions complicate things, and I don’t do complicated. Not anymore.

Sure, I was in love once, and it was great. Then it was gone. That’s when I vowed never again. Life is better without empty, broken promises.

After five years of hard work, sacrifices, and determination, everything I’ve ever wanted is in my grasp: a successful career, touring city after city and being accountable to no one.

Then she starts appearing in the crowds. The girl I once loved, and who walked away.

Only, Tatum Mitchell wasn’t just any girl; she was my girl.

Will she be the wedge that drives the last part of my heart away, or will she break down the walls I’ve built? We’re connected through the lyrics of our heart and the notes of our past, but is that enough?

*May be read as a standalone*  

 
 
 
Prologue

Sunlight dances across the room as the warm spring breeze carries the scent of the blooming lilacs through the open window. Tatum’s musical laugh hits me as I tackle her to the bed, her blond hair fanning out around her. When I suggested we skip school to stay home all day, I didn’t actually think she’d go along with it. She was hesitant at first, but when I told her my parents were gone, the little devil inside her wanted to come out and play.

And here we are, locked away in our own private oasis where we can be free. In one month, we’ll be free to do this all the time. No more glaring eyes or disapproving faces from the losers at school and the teachers who keep breaking us apart. Why isn’t it appropriate to make out with your girlfriend in the hallway?

I’ve been in love with Tatum Mitchell for ten years. She only known about it for two. Now, with senior year coming to an end, we’ll have more carefree days like this. And we won’t have to skip school to be together.

“Myles! Stop! You’re going to make me pee my pants.” I can’t help but continue my assault. Her laughter is addictive. I can never get enough of it.

“No. You’re at my mercy. I’m kidnapping you to be my love slave and obey my every command.”

It’s not entirely a joke. There have been many nights where I’ve dreamed of us going away, leaving everything behind. We’d live off the money from the gigs and random bars we’d play in. Then, one day, we’ll strike it big, get the giant house and recording contracts and live happily ever after.

“Love slave?” She sits up after I relent and pull back. “You need to think of something else because that’s not happening.”

I tap my chin. “Sex slave?”

Tatum narrows her eyes. “Try harder.”

“Mine forever?”

Her glorious smile melts my heart. This woman is my everything. There’s no one on this earth that will ever compare to her. I can’t believe I’ve found the one.

“Definitely yours.” Tatum twirls a finger along my chest, snuggling close to my side. “Since we’re discussing forever, maybe we should actually talk about it.”

Turning my head, I kiss the tip of her nose. “Okay, what should we talk about?”

“Kids. How many?”

“It’s a little early to start thinking of that, isn’t it?” Hell, we’re only eighteen. I’d like to think kids will be way down the road. We need some alone time first.

“Humor me.” Tatum bats her eyelashes, knowing she’s got me where she wants me.

“Well, how many little me’s could you tolerate running after?” I ask, brushing some hair from her face.

She laughs. “If they’re exactly like you? Maybe one. But if they’re like me, probably three.”

“And if they’re a good combination of us both?”

“Then four,” she says with a laugh.

Out of nowhere, images of Tatum pregnant with our child pop into my head. Kids have never been on my radar, but the thought of rubbing her swollen belly and feeling our baby kick brings a smile to my face. It’s the ultimate way to mark her as mine.

Not to mention her boobs are going to be huge for a few years. Added bonus for me.

“Okay, what else?” She runs her hand down my shirt, tracing my abs. I flex them a little, just so she has more to maneuver around.

“Wedding. Big or small?”

“Small. I don’t want a huge fuss. Just our family and friends.”

I nod. “Agreed. But you better wear white.”

“Seeing as I’m dating you, I’m sure everyone knows I’m not pure,” Tatum says with a smirk.

That fucking smirk. I’d love to kiss it right off her face. Not yet.

“And career? What if one of us makes it big?”

Her lips connect with mine, teasing and tasting, coaxing me to open for her. A change of events, but one I’m willing to comply. Her sweetness runs over my tongue as I take the kiss further, locking her in my arms.

She pulls away, breathless and panting. “I’ll follow you wherever you go.”

“And what if I’m a plumber?” Not likely. Doing anything that doesn’t involve the guitar isn’t an option. I’ll play lowly gigs at the bars my whole life before that’ll happen.

“Then I’ll be the best plumber’s wife out there.”

I slip my hand under her waistband, playing with the top of her panties. “And if you become the world’s greatest guitarist, I’ll gladly be your back-up.”

Finding my way past her barrier, I find the smooth, wet skin I’m looking for. Her eyes light up with excitement as I play with her body.

“Kiss me.” It’s a request she doesn’t have to ask twice for.

Rolling her over, I lose myself into the woman I love, who’s going to give me everything I’ve ever hoped and dreamed for.

The room spins as I sit up in bed, my heart frantically trying to stay in my chest. Looking around, everything’s different. This isn’t my room or my bed. My guitars aren’t in the corner, nor are my music sheets scattered across the desk.

And the woman sleeping next to me is a stranger, another nameless face to occupy my nights.
Why does this dream keep happening? It was the past, long gone and buried. Or so I thought.

Plans change, shit happens. People leave.

Who needs plans? I’m living in the right now, worrying about no one but me.

And that’s how I want it.

 
 
 
 
Jodie Larson lives along the shores of Lake Superior in northern Minnesota with her husband and four beautiful daughters. Writing has always been something she enjoys and uses it as an escape, in addition to getting lost in her numerous books. Her family is highly supportive of both her love for reading and writing. A lover of all things happily ever after, she writes romantic novels because the world could use a little more love.