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My friends used to tell me ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ Clearly they lied, because there was no way the chemistry I had with Mel could ever be left behind.
However, my children, her career, and nine hundred miles between us meant that for seven years, Melanie Holstein was the one who got away.
I was Aiden Shaw, first-round draft pick turned the best quarterback the league had ever seen. I worked hard to secure my position in football history while balancing life as a single dad. Through it all, my Vegas spitfire was never far from my mind.
And considering her best friend was now with my best friend, it was pure and utter torture.
When my career took a devastating turn, Mel was the first person at my side. I was broken and defeated, but that stubborn woman was determined to piece me back together.
I liked to pretend Mel and I were destined for greatness, but Lady Luck had never been on our side. And the tragedy that followed might have been the hardest hit of all.
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About A.S. TeagueA.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesn’t have a book in her hand, she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.
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AIDEN by LeAnn Ashers is releasing August 19th!!
Book Title: Repeat Offence
Author: Jackie Keswick
Publisher: Jackie Keswick
Cover Artist: Pavelle Art
Release Date: August 14, 2019
Genre/s: Fantasy/metaphysical, fantasy/paranormal
Trope/s: abiding love, defeating death,
Themes: actions have consequences, paying the price for compassion, perseverance, triumph over adversity
Heat Rating: 0 flames. No sexual content. (It’s a love story, but not a romance)
Repeat Offence is a fantasy story, told in first person POV. It’s NOT a romance, and there’s no sex, but I consider it a love story. Apart from the first and last scene, the two MCs are apart. Readers can infer that it’s m/m, but Taz’s (the narrator’s) gender is never mentioned in any way. It fits into general fantasy as much as into LGBT+.
Length: 20 000 words/66 pages
It is a standalone story.
Blurb It should have ended with their deaths. But dying in a wash of blood was just the beginning. Sentenced to eternal life for sacrificing themselves in battle, warriors Taz and Hiro must take turns living as human and Guardian on opposing sides of the veil with only a chance to catch a glance of each other in the moment of death. Until an attack forces Taz and Hiro to make a choice. Should they cling to what little solace they’ve carved out for themselves? Or should they sacrifice their lives to save countless others and risk the wrath of the Judges for a second time? Excerpt – Judged It should have ended with our deaths. It didn’t. Dying in a wash of blood was just the beginning. I’d closed my eyes to firelight and pale grey mud, trampled and stained crimson, grateful when death took me swiftly, only to wake to light harsher than the noonday sun at midsummer. The stone beneath my back leeched the heat from my body and the brightness around me held so little warmth that my breath rose in puffs of vapour. I felt no pain, and my arms bent when I willed them to. I raised my hands to my neck where the smooth skin under my fingertips mocked my memories. By the time we’d fought our way out of the Sakkadian king’s tent, I’d been bleeding from a raft of shallow wounds. And when the king’s guards had overwhelmed us, a savage cut to my neck had ended my life. There was no sign now of the slash that had almost severed my head. The fatal wound had vanished, along with the mud, the firelight, and the sounds of battle. A rasping cough made me turn my head. Hiro lay beside me on the cold stone, skin smooth and eyes wide. “Taz?” “Yes.” My voice grated, as if I’d not used it in years. I cleared my throat and tried again. “It’s me.” I sat up to better watch him—alive, serene, with his blue eyes glowing like the finest gemstones. “Do you think—? Is this the afterlife?” He scratched his head, his fingers catching at the curls in his pale hair. It hadn’t been that long when I’d seen it last. Running through the ward fires had singed the ends to ragged shreds. They framed his face in messy tangles, dark with sweat and spattered with blood. Holding a sword in one hand and a long dagger in the other, he’d appeared like a savage in the final moments of our lives. Glorious, undefeated, victorious. Dying shouldn’t have felt so right, but with Hiro beside me, elation had left no room for fear. Even the pain of my wounds had shrunk to a minor annoyance. I’d gone to my death with a broad grin on my face. Only to wake here… wherever that was. I fingered the loose trousers and deep blue tunic that covered me from neck to ankle. Slippery, and with a soft sheen, the material was as unfamiliar to me as the cut of my outfit. As strange as waking from death, my wounds gone and even Hiro’s long hair restored. When Hiro rose, I rolled to my feet and stood beside him, surveying the place where we’d woken. A huge, empty hall stared back at us, perfectly proportioned and large enough for a company of men. A mosaic of pale-yellow stone formed the floor. Whitewashed plaster covered the walls. Dark beams leaned towards each other high above our heads, twining in an intricate pattern to create a roof. Neither cressets nor sconces marred the smooth expanse of stone and plaster, and no hearth or fire pit interrupted the slabs covering the floor. Since the room lacked doors and windows, it should have been pitch dark. Instead, we stood in frigid brightness. I took a step towards the nearest wall, intent on solving this riddle, when Hiro’s grip on my wrist held me back. “I’ve never believed in tales of an afterlife,” he answered the question I’d asked earlier. “Wise of you,” came a voice from behind us. “Because what might pass for an afterlife in your world will be your penance in ours.” We turned as one and the sight sent my heart racing. “I am your Judge,” he rumbled. The Judge towered over us, his height that of two ordinary men, with breadth to match. Swirls of shadow and light swathed his form and hid his face, and his regard touched me like an icy breath, colder even than the chill air in the hall. I itched to wrap my arms around myself to ward off the shivers, but I didn’t want to show weakness. His words hinted at worse to come, and whatever he chose to throw at us, he wouldn’t find me any less steadfast than Hiro. I had no idea who or what he was, whether god or demon. Every kingdom on the continent had its own gods, temples, and rituals and I’d never been one for much worship. I’d made offerings to Balar, the god of storms, and Veenis, the hearth goddess, at times, but those had been little more than token gestures. I swore by the gods, of course, or at them, though I wasn’t insane enough to mention that. The entity facing us looked forbidding enough to be Balar, but the storm god was never judgemental. He smote sinners and believers alike. “I am not a god,” he said as if my mind was an open book to him. “Neither am I a demon. The Judges guard the balance of these worlds.” Worlds. As if there was more than one. I pushed the thought aside and focussed instead on Hiro and the Judge who watched each other like rival cats. “Why do you require our penance?” Hiro dared to ask when too much time had passed in silence. “You were given a gift, and you chose to squander it,” the Judge unbent enough to enlighten us. “You didn’t wait for death to come for you at the appointed time. You went out of your way to seek it. You both lie dead long before that destiny was meant to be yours. And for what?” His voice rolled through the empty hall and teased echoes from each corner. The anger and disdain in his glare heated my blood until I no longer felt the cold. I was about to tell him not to sit in judgement over what he would never understand when Hiro’s grip tightened on my wrist and stopped me. “We didn’t squander our lives,” he told the Judge, much calmer than I would have done. “We didn’t raid the Sakkadian camp on a whim. We’d long waited for such an opportunity and we took it when it arrived. We fell to Sakkadian swords, but not until we’d achieved our goal. Ten years of warfare are done with. Over.” “That is irrelevant.” The Judge’s anger crackled in the air like static before a thunderstorm. “I hold that you threw away your lives, because you knew that your mission was suicide.” Hiro let go of my wrist and turned his head until our gazes met. I couldn’t tell whether he was trying to reassure me or keep me quiet. I wanted to argue—desperately so—but what could I say that would be acceptable to the Judge? We hadn’t known. Not in the way he implied. I’d never once gone into battle believing I’d not make it through. And I’d swear any oath that Hiro hadn’t either. “We didn’t—” “It is irrelevant.” The Judge didn’t let Hiro plead our case. “We have judged you by your actions. You wasted the life gifted to you and you will do penance for your transgression.” With each word, the Judge seemed to grow taller and wider. His voice filled the hall until even the harsh, bright light gave way before his wrath. “You are sentenced to eternal life. You will spend your lives on opposite sides of the veil, taking turns living and watching. You will switch places at death. We will consider your penance complete if you manage to meet in the exact moment the human in your pairing dies.” His pronouncement ended with a snap. The air grew icy and thick. And before I could exchange more than a single glance with Hiro, darkness wrapped me up and my sense of self disappeared with the light.
About the Author
Jackie Keswick was born behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks and a recurring dream of stepping off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, a hammer and a laptop.
Jackie loves unexpected reunions and second chances, and men who write their own rules. She blogs about English history and food, has a thing for green eyes, and is a great believer in making up soundtracks for everything, including her characters and the cat. And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus stops. For questions and comments, not restricted to green eyes, bus stops or recipes for traditional English food, you can find Jackie Keswick in all the usual places:
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Title: Being Allie
Author: Lynne Leslie
Series: Skullz Ink #4, Allie and Fox Duet #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
I had my entire life in my hands until fate laughed in my face and tore it away.
I let myself go to a dark place that consumes me and threatens to never let me go.
Until I hit rock bottom.
With nothing left to lose, I claw my way into the light with the help of friends, family, and soothed by the sweet, sweet buzzing of Fox’s needles inking my skin.
My name is Allie Stevens and this is how I came to be the new me.
*Being Allie is book one in the Allie & Fox duet. It ends on a cliffhanger and their story will be resolved in book two, Loving Fox.
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Life can be a hardcore bitch sometimes. I thought I had mine all planned out—until that bitch laughed in my face.
Some say life is predestined, while others say it’s all up to fate. Well, if this is what they have in store for my life, then I say fuck them both.
Losing it all wasn’t in my plans, but it was in someone else’s. It wasn’t supposed to end like this—but it did.
It all started the moment Liam came into the bar looking for a hook-up. I didn’t know him, had never seen him around, but I was drawn to him. There was something about him that grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. Liam had this animal magnetism that made it extremely hard to say no. I should know, I did it, repeatedly. I watched him take home a different woman every night. Then he touched me. With one seemingly innocent touch of his fingers against my skin, I was his. I was never supposed to fall in love with him—but he made it irresistible. I wasn’t supposed to be able to survive after losing him either—but eventually I did.
This is the beginning and the end of our tale.
Just a garden variety romance yet so much more.
This is a story about what happens at the start and after the end.
This is the tale of me becoming the new me.
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Fighting For Phoenix (Skullz Ink #1)
They’re in for the fight of their lives in order to have their second chance at love.
Forgiving River (Skullz Ink #2)
To fight the past, they must confront the monsters from their nightmares and hope they survive.
Healing Saint (Skullz Ink #3)
Will their newfound love crumble beneath the weight of the past and the scars that threaten to break them?
Mom. Fiancee. Wine Drinker. Hot Mess. Even bigger Walking Disaster. Fluent Sarcasm Speaker. Word Writer. Collector of Readers Hearts. Taco Lover. Book Nerd.
Lynne lives in the quiet country with a bossy mister and two little divas. If you don’t catch her with her nose in a book or her fingers scribbling on paper, she’s usually right in front of the television with her family. She loves anything that glitters and has a weird habit of collecting pens. She thinks seafood is disgusting, beach sand is the devil, and Tom Hardy is life.
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