Words on Paper From the depths of tragedy it might well be that anything is possible. A moving story based on a real life tragedy where the struggle to survive saps almost every last ounce of energy; a tragedy that divides even further people who otherwise might never have met. However aside from all the pain it might well be that anything is possible. It is easy to forget that in life sometimes two minuses make a plus. Emma and Will have nothing in common other than a mutual tragedy and a pain they share from a different perspective. Anything is possible but the
fates are fickle and their lives are on hold. Whilst they try to cope Will’s best friend Ben and his girlfriend Karen have been invited to perform at the Edinburgh Fringe, a chance for Will to join them and break free, at the same time as Emma’s job takes her two hundred miles in the opposite direction. Not the remotest chance of any sort of relationship…but who knows; anything is possible. There is a rocky road that can lead from tragedy to happiness.
About the Author
Born and raised in Bristol, England. I spent my adult life in business, the majority of that time marketing cars. I eventually owned the largest Saab specialist in the world, before a divorce put an end to that part of my life. This led me to leave Bristol to live halfway up a mountain in the Welsh Valleys, start a part time six year English Literature course at Bristol University, and attend creative writing classes in Cardiff. My interest in English literature flourished and I have won several prizes for my short stories. My first book, ‘Twenty Short Stories – Settling a score,” reached No 1 in the Short Stories Best Sellers.
🔥🔥NEW RELEASE! 🔥🔥ORBITING MARS by KL Savage is now live! #1-Clickhere: https://mybook.to/OrbitingMars1I’m a car accident waiting to happen and it’s only a matter of time before I crash.Every day that passes, every second I blink, the need to drink grows.Meetings aren’t enough.My will power isn’t enough.Sunnie…The second I see her, I want to crash into her instead.But she may not be enough to kill the need.I’m trying… but I can’t try anymore.And when Sunnie tells me something that I can’t handle?I break.I run away.I sprint to the nearest watering hole.Away from life, from responsibilities, from fear…I’ve never been good with change. Everything is safe right now.I’m in a bubble and I’ve kept Sunnie there too.She wants more than that kind of life.I don’t know how to give it to her.Her words play on repeat in my head.“Maybe it isn’t fair for us to sacrifice the things we want if it means being together?”If I don’t have her, I have nothing.But you know what I do have? Addiction.And I’m staring at the bottle.She’s beautiful.Just. One. Taste.And everything will be okay…
💙💙TEASER BLAST💙💙STOLEN MOMENTS TRILOGY by Catharina Maura is coming with a new look June 17!#1Clickhere: https://geni.us/stolen-moments-seriesWhat if the one person you can’t have, is the one person you can’t resist?It was hate at first sight for Emilia and Carter. Neither can remember how their feud started, but that doesn’t stop them from pulling some crazy pranks on each other.Until one night. One kiss is all it takes.The lines between love and hate blur, and things are forever changed.They know they can never cross that line, though…After all, Carter is Emilia’s best friend’s brother.3 books2 rivals1 epic love story“It is the type of story that clutches you at once and does not release you until the end – then you find yourself pining over the fact that the book has ended.”The Stolen Moments trilogy follows Emilia and Carter’s epic love story through high school, college and adulthood. This Box Set includes all three novels of the Stolen Moments Trilogy: Stolen Moments, Illicit Promises, and The Ruins Of Us.This Trilogy was previously named “Mayhem” and while the name has changed, the story is still the same.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Catharina Maura grew up in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. She has since lived in The United Kingdom, Singapore, and Hong Kong. She’s an accountant by trade, but her undying love for romance novels combined with a petty bet with her husband resulted in the release of her first book. She hasn’t looked back since. Cat writes steamy and angsty contemporary romance that will give you all the feels, and her leading men only ever have eyes for one woman, no matter what life throws at them. You’ll usually find her daydreaming about the characters that waltz through her thoughts, begging for a happily ever after.
Time to escape and meet your first romance of the summer! 💙Love Rises by Annie Dyer is available now!Available on all platforms: books2read.com/u/mV6Y9JThe first time I saw Anya I was shirtless and holding an axe.It was June, the weather balmy and Anya was beautiful, but that didn’t matter because I was drowning in my own grief.Anya wasn’t meant to be my saviour.I wasn’t meant to be hers.A perfect summer, an idyllic island, a stream of stolen nights.All bandaids on an open wound.If we were going to live again, she deserved more than the fractured shards of the broken creature I’d become.She deserved love.Previously published as Endless Blue Seas
I looked into Rogan Kendrick’s eyes, told him I loved him…and then I died.
So how the hell am I standing naked in the middle of a morgue, doing my best not to freak the fuck out?
I’m a Bone Witch, or at least I was before Rogan bound us together. Blood magic now flows through my veins too, and I think somehow the man I shouldn’t love, the one who betrayed me, who couldn’t choose me…has saved me.
If the High Council finds out, they’ll hunt us, and they won’t be the only ones. A certain bastard demon did promise to 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.
I don’t know exactly what the hell is going on, but I do know this: My name is Lennox Osseous, and it’s time to show them why you don’t fuck with the Bone Witch.
Meet Ivy Asher!
Ivy Asher is addicted to chai, swearing, and laughing a lot—but not in a creepy, laughing alone kind of way. She loves the snow, books, and her family of two humans, and three fur-babies. She has worlds and characters just floating around in her head, and she’s lucky enough to be surrounded by amazing people who support that kind of crazy.
Will Jorah have a chance to fall in love with the person his soul is longing for, or will the horrors of the world keep them apart?
When I was fourteen, I was sucked through a portal to another realm—the land of the fae—and forced to live there for three years. Crazy, right? Welcome to my world. Being an Ellwood means being pulled into the craziest and most dangerous situations while trying to protect the people around you. But I wouldn’t change it for anything.
For years, every time I visit the land of the fae, something seems to pull me toward the north. Naturally, it’s the most dangerous place in all of Faela, so my family forbids me to travel there. But now I know something is wrong, and I find myself unable to ignore the call I feel deep down in my soul. The peaceful feeling I normally get from the north is gone, replaced with nothing but fear and sorrow.
I know in my heart that the pull I’m feeling is from my viramore—my soulmate—and I’m afraid I might be too late to save him. If I do make it there in time, what kind of condition will I find him in? I can feel that he’s hurt, grieving, and simply waiting to fade away, and I’m too far to help. He’s in danger, I know he is, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep him safe from the evil creatures hunting him.
Jorah is a 107K word novel and the fourth book in The Brinnswick Chronicles. It can be read as a standalone novel, although it’s better to read the series in order to get a better feel for the characters and the larger story arc. This MM paranormal romance contains explicit material and is intended for mature adults 18 years old and older.
“Tell me.” He turned back to me. “Jorah of the Ellwood Coven, where is this pretty forest located? The Emerald Expanse, perhaps? It’s very green, although nothing is as green as those eyes of yours.”
Warmth filtered into my chest at the compliment, and I swallowed, then hesitantly made my way closer to him. “This forest is in the human realm, not in Faela.”
He barked out a laugh. “I suppose my imagination is pulling out all the stops to distract me.”
“Distract you from what?”
He frowned, his voice coming out as a whisper. “The pain.”
A sharp pain pierced my heart. “I’m sorry, love. I’m trying to get to you as fast as I can.” The endearment slipped out, but it felt natural.
A sad smile graced his lips as he sighed. “If only that were true, pretty witch. If only that were true.”
“It is.” Trusting my gut, I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his forearm.
The pretty man gasped and met my eyes, breathing out, “You feel real.”
“I am real,” I insisted, trying not to focus too hard on how amazing his skin felt under my hand. “I’m real, and I’m on my way.”
“But you live in the human realm,” he whispered, his voice shaky.
“I do, but I have a home in Faela. My family and I are on a ship, sailing north from the Pink Isle, sailing to you.”
His pretty blue eyes filled with tears, and he backed away, forcing my hand to release him. “It’s kind of cruel for my mind to wave a pretty boy making impossible promises right in front of me, isn’t it? Am I not suffering enough in life that I have to suffer in my dreams as well?”
He cried out in pain, cutting me off, and I rushed forward, catching him before he could fall to the ground. A whimpering whine came out of his throat, and I expected him to push me away again, but instead, he curled into me. Without hesitation, I scooped him into my arms, sat on the ground, and held him in my lap as he began crying silently.
After a few minutes, he whispered in a hoarse voice, “They’re hurting me… again.”
My eyes filled with tears as I rocked him and ran my hand over his hair, whispering, “Shh. I’ve got you, love. I’m here.”
“It hurts. Everything hurts,” he murmured.
That sharp pain pierced my heart again, and I hugged him to me, resting my cheek against his hair. “Do you… do you know what’s happening?”
“They like the way my blood tastes.”
Bile threatened to fill me as a long-lost memory, or the memory of an old vision filled my head. With a start, I realized that the man in my arms was the same one that had been caught in that net and forced to watch his younger brother die and get—nope, not going down that road.
Instead, I said, “I’m sorry. I’m trying to get to you.”
He whimpered again.
“What can I do, love? How can I help?”
He was quiet for a long time before he whispered, “Stay with me until I wake up.” He cleared his throat. “Even if you’re not real, I don’t feel so alone with you right here.”
I pressed my lips to his hair, speaking against him. “I’ll stay as long as you want. You never have to be alone again.”
A long, sad whine came out of him, sounding almost like a song rather than crying, although it was a heartbreaking sound. It made tears spring to my eyes as I continued rocking him and petting his hair.
A long time passed with us like that. Me holding him, and him whimpering or singing his sad song or simply sitting in my arms, not saying anything at all. But eventually, I felt him being tugged from my arms, and a new kind of panic reached my chest. “No, don’t go.”
“Don’t have a choice,” he said through clenched teeth. “They’re waking me.”
“No, please.” Tears filled my eyes again. “You can’t go.”
“Maybe I’ll see you again one day, Jorah of the Ellwood Coven.”
The tears spilled over onto my cheeks. “You never told me your name.”
A sad smile tugged his lips upward. “No, I didn’t, did I?” His face grew serious again before he placed his hand on my cheek. “Thank you for offering me comfort, Jorah of the Ellwood Coven. It was more than I expected to ever have again.”
From one breath to the next, he was gone. Disappeared without a trace, right from my lap.
A sob tore from my chest as I stood and turned, searching the forest for my poor, sweet viramore—because there was no doubt now that he was my soulmate—but he was nowhere to be found.
“Hey!” I yelled. “Come back! Please! Please, come back! Where are you? Please, please, come back! Please. Pl—”
“—ease!” I yelled as I woke, confused. Half-dreaming, half-awake. “Come back!” I yelled again before I realized I was once again on the ship in Faela and not in the forest at home.
When I realized my sweet viramore—because he had to be my soulmate—was nowhere to be found, a sob tore from my chest, and I drew my knees up, wrapping my arms around them and burying my face there to cry.
Michele is married to an awesome guy that puts up with her and all the burnt dinners she makes—hey, sometimes characters are a bit distracting, and who doesn’t plot when they’re supposed to be cooking? They live together in Baltimore, Maryland with two little monsters, three-legged and four-legged fiends, and a little old man (aka their two sons, their two cats, and their senior dog). She hopes to rescue another cat soon, and if her hubby wouldn’t kill her, she’d get more than one… and maybe a few more dogs as well.
She loves creating worlds filled with lots of love, chosen family, and of course, magic, but she also likes making the characters fight for that happy ending. She hopes to one day write all the stories in her head—even if there are too many to count!
Emma Renshaw has revealed the cover for Hidden Harbor!
Releasing: October 19, 2021
Cover Designer: Hang Le
Photographer: Britt & Bean
Run or die. It was a simple decision.
Reyna had no choice but to escape her life and start somewhere new. A place where she’d finally feel safe. She fled, plunging straight into the depths of the unknown with only a hope she would land safely. She never would have expected to land straight into Everett’s arms.
Fight or flight. It was instinct.
Everett was ordered to flee, but it was his instinct to fight. His DEA team was being hunted and taken out one by one. Now, there were only two left and his boss ordered him to take leave. A few weeks on the beach of his hometown didn’t exactly sound like paradise, especially not with a killer on the loose. He vowed he’d find who was taking out his team, even if it defied orders. He’d fight.
He didn’t find peace on the beach. He found Reyna. A woman on the run. His family took her under their wing, but he wasn’t so quick to trust the woman with a boat-full of secrets. A gorgeous roommate that surprised him at every turn was the last thing he needed.
It was impossible for them to deny the sparks igniting between them. As they get lost in their passion, a killer lurks waiting to strike and take everything away.
Emma loves to write, just don’t ask her to write about herself. If she isn’t writing, you can find her lost in a book or trying to get her doggo to take a selfie with her. He usually refuses. At the end of the day, you can find Emma at the closest Mexican restaurant eating queso and sipping on a margarita. She lives in Texas with her husband and dog.
Playing by his Rules, an all new smoking hot standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Erika Wilde is available now!
All he wants is one week of her complete surrender . . .
If someone would have asked Madison Corbin what she wanted to be when she grew up, her answer wouldn’t have been an escort. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and when she finds herself being laid off from her job and in over her head in a debt that isn’t of her own making, being a man’s companion for the night—no sex involved—seems like a quick, easy way to pay off the bills that are piling up.
But she hadn’t counted on Rick Dunne, a breathtakingly gorgeous, sexy man who seems to know her deepest, most intimate fantasies without her even speaking them. He’s a gentleman in public and a hot as sin dominant in the bedroom. And he’s the one man who is able to fulfill all those dirty desires she’d imagined for years.
Her life is currently a mess, the kind that no man wants to take on his own. So, when Rick offers her a staggering amount to spend the week with him while he’s on his business trip, playing by his rules, she agrees. Their temporary arrangement was only supposed to be about physical pleasure, nothing more, and they’d go their separate ways . . . Except Madison could never have anticipated the lengths that Rick would go to make her completely his.
Madison shifted restlessly on her bare feet. “When are you going to kiss me?” she blurted out, and immediately felt her face heat at her brazen question. God, she wasn’t normally so impetuous—she’d always been a think before you act kind of girl—and she blamed this hot, sexy man for making her so impulsive. Rick slowly moved toward her, the beat of her heart increasing with every step he took closer. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” “No,” she lied, and crossed her arms over her chest, which only served to lift her breasts higher, and he noticed. “I just want to know when to expect it.” Amusement flickered in his eyes as she stopped right in front of her, the scent of his cologne and the heat of his body tempting her to reach out and touch him. She refrained, but he didn’t. Lifting a hand, he grasped a strand of her hair and twirled it around his long finger, ensnaring her in more than just that one way. “Well, knowing when it’s going to happen takes all the fun out of the growing anticipation of waiting and wondering and thinking about it. And, since it’s just one kiss, I want to make the most of it.” He gave her hair what should have been a playful tug, but the tingling pull on her scalp seemed to connect directly to her nipples, and she had to swallow back another one of those pleasurable, orgasmic moans. God, this man was dangerous to her libido, making her want things that she’d only encountered in the erotic books she read. He leaned a bit closer–almost near enough to capture her mouth with his, his breath a warm caress across her cheek. “But don’t worry, I’ll let you know when I decide I want to kiss you before my lips touch yours. I won’t kiss you without you telling me it’s what you want, too.” He released her hair and stepped back like a gentleman, and she nearly took a step forward to chase him down and tell him she wanted the kiss now. Somehow, she managed to stop herself from being such a shameless hussy, but this man seemed to know her internal struggle, her battle between red-hot desire and being the quintessential good girl, and he reveled in it. He’d done nothing to break the rules she’d set for the night . . . so why did she feel the slightest twinge of disappointment?
Meet Erika Wilde Erika Wilde is a New York Times Bestselling author. She is best known for her super sexy Marriage Diaries series and The Players Club series, and has also co-written the Dirty Sexy Series and the Book Boyfriend Series with Carly Phillips, her best friend and writing buddy for the past twenty years. She lives in Oregon with her husband and two daughters, and when she’s not writing you can find her exploring the beautiful Pacific Northwest. For more information on her upcoming releases, please visit her website at http://www.erikawilde.com and sign up for her mailing list for updates and news!
Forbidden. Commanding. Mysterious. Beau Rochester has an entire house full of secrets. And those secrets are putting Jane Mendoza in danger.
She fell in love with the one man she can’t have. She should leave Maine to protect her heart, but the thread refuses to be severed. The brooding Mr. Rochester and his grieving niece are more than her job. They’re her new family.
She races against time to find answers and protect the people she loves. The cliffside grows dark with the misdeeds of the past. Her heart and her sanity fight a battle, but they are both at risk.
Will Mr. Rochester learn to trust Jane? And will that trust destroy her?
“No,” I say gently. “Remember we talked about this? Home is going to need work. Construction work. It will take a long time. In the meantime, we’re going to stay at the inn.”
Her face turns red. I’ve seen this color before. Exactly one time before.
We were at the wake for her parents. She had made it through the funeral with grave obedience. Stand here. Walk there. Say goodbye. All the times when I would have expected her to rage, she held her composure. It was only at the end, when families gathered at the Coach House, when they offered empty words of consolation and casseroles, that she lost it.
“Get out,” she had screamed, her face red and splotchy, tears leaking down her cheeks. No one could console her. No one could reprimand her. In the end they left, one by one, darting glances of worry between me and her. In the hollow house, once everyone had gone, she beat her fists against me and sobbed into my chest for hours. Until she fell asleep in my arms.
She looks the same way now. Mutinous. Angry.
Consumed by grief.
“I want Kitten.”
“She’s at the vet, remember? We’ll pick her up soon.”
“I want mac and cheese. And I want to go home.”
Despite my general ineptitude as a guardian, I’ve tried. I’ve read books and listened to podcasts. Don’t raise your voice, they say. Lower your voice, and the child will mimic you. “We can’t go home,” I say, my words quiet. “There’s yellow tape everywhere. It’s a crime scene.”
This, despite the books and the podcasts, is the wrong thing to say. I know it when her eyes turn wide. I see the whites around her blue pupils. Her little nostrils flare. “No,” she says. “No. No. I’m not going anywhere else. I’m going home.”
We’re seconds away from the edge. I can see the waterfall—the long drop and the sharp rocks at the bottom, but I don’t have a fucking paddle.
Jane turns back in her seat, her dark hair falling like silk over her shoulder. “Paige,” she says. That’s all. Paige. There’s a wealth of emotion in that one word. Sorrow and sympathy.
Paige’s lower lip trembles. “I hate this.”
“Yes,” Jane says.
“I don’t want to stay at a hotel. I want to go home.”
“You want to go home,” Jane says. “Where it’s safe. Because you’re afraid.”
“You don’t understand,” Paige says, her voice wavering.
“Then tell me,” Jane says, coaxing. “Why do you want to go home?”
“If I’m not there, my mommy won’t know where to find me.”
The whispered words make my throat tighten. Christ. As if the child didn’t have enough to worry about with a goddamn fire destroying her home and belongings. She also thinks her mother’s coming back? I’d fight a goddamn army for her. I’d dive under an eighteen-wheeler if it would keep her safe, but I can’t protect her from false hope.
“Your mother always knows where you are,” Jane says, reaching back. After a short pause, Paige holds her hand. They stay like that, linked. “She loves you, wherever she is. Wherever you are. Nothing can stop that. Not a fire, not the ocean, nothing.”
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.