Greg explained the rules to the truth or dare newbies.
“First of all,” Greg said in his serious voice.
He looked so ridiculously serious that Krista and Bailey burst out laughing. The three of them were already slightly tipsy from the shot they took earlier.
“If you girls are not gonna take this seriously, then I’m not gonna play with you,” Greg pouted.
“Okay, we’re ready,” Krista said, and all Bailey did was giggle. She wasn’t a heavy drinker and that one shot had her buzzed.
“Okay,” Greg continued. “The rules are simple. You can either choose truth or dare, but you can’t choose one or the other three times in a row. For instance, Bailey…”
“Hey,” Bailey said. “Why are you picking on me? What have I done now?”
“Nothing yet. But I got a feeling you are going to try to choose truth every time it’s your turn.”
“I got that same feeling,” Krista said before blowing a strand of her black curly hair out of her face.
“I’m not going to choose truth every time,” Bailey told them, even though that had been her initial plan.
Both Krista and Greg looked at her like they didn’t believe her.
“I’m going to keep my eyes on you Bailey.” Greg said. “My spidey senses are tingling and when they do that during truth or dare it means someone is going to cheat.”
“He said tingling,” Krista giggled.
“Whatever.” Bailey rolled her eyes. “Okay, so we can’t choose one or the other more than two times.”
“That’s right, Bailey. Now, if you choose truth, and refuse to answer the question, you have to take a shot.”
Bailey groaned. Were all of these rules created for her?
“And,” Greg continued, “If you do tell a truth but we feel it’s a lie, you have to take a shot.”
“Did you guys make up these rules with me in mind?” Bailey asked.
“I didn’t,” Krista responded. “These are Greg’s rules and I like them. Okay, so who goes first?”
“I’ll go first,” Greg volunteered. Bailey was glad he was going first. She was sure they were going to make her go first.
“So, truth or dare?” Krista asked Greg.
“Truth,” Greg responded.
Krista turned to her. “Do you want to ask him a question or should I?” Bailey had no idea why she was nervous, it was just a game.
“You ask,” she told Krista.
Krista stared at Greg seated across the table from them “So Greg, how long have you been into men?”
Bailey gasped, “Krista!”
“What?” Krista exclaimed as if nothing was wrong. Bailey knew she was blushing enough for the two of them.
“Calm down, Bailey,” Greg said. “That is the perfect way to start off truth or dare. Now the answer is… drum roll, please.”
Krista began beating her hands against the table.
~Christmas Confusion will be released 11-3-14. It’s available for preorder on amazon.~
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Bailey Cooper is very much attracted to her neighbor Max Davis. Unfortunately for Bailey, Greg – Max’s lover is slowly becoming one of Bailey’s best friends. Bailey’s emotions are torn. She adores Greg’s friendship while at the same time she craves Max’s touch.
What is a girl to do when she ‘thinks’ the man she’s in love with is in love with someone else?
Max Davis and his baby brother Greg Davis are co-owners of the apartment building they live in. Max has fallen for his tenant, Bailey, but she avoids and ignores all of his advances. It doesn’t take long for him to become suspicious of the friendship blooming between Greg and Bailey. He believes Bailey has a crush on his brother but Max wants his shy little neighbor all to himself. Now he has to think of ways to keep Bailey and Greg apart, which is ridiculous because Greg isn’t even in to women. Time to break that news to his neighbor and hope it causes her attention to swing his way.
Will a holiday weekend full of chaos, confusion and a little bit of charm finally get Bailey and Max on the right track? Or will a few innocent caresses lead to more Christmas confusion?
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***Lovers Unchained (A dark and erotic paranormal romance.) ***
Twenty years ago Jude was cursed by the Dark Witch never to have sex again until he meets his soul-mate. Since then he has searched for his mate, hoping to rid himself of the curse and the pent up sexual energy that’s driving him insane. Instead, he is captured and held prisoner by a Vampiress, Lana.
Lana is intrigued by Jude’s ability to resist making love to her. After all of her seduction attempts fail, she begins to wonder if it’s her, or if Jude is like this with all women. To test her theory, Lana places one of her female prisoners, Carissa, and Jude together. To her dismay, sparks ignite between the two captives.
Now that Jude has found his mate he must get her to safety before Lana destroys them, but even if they survive Lana’s jealous rage, will his mate be able to handle the lust Jude has stored up over the years?
His body glistened with sweat. Carissa stood mesmerized by one particular drop of moisture making its way from his neck, down his chest, before dropping into his navel. Carissa swallowed.
“Hurry,” the man on the bed whispered.
Carissa’s gaze flew to his blindfolded face. He bit his lip as if he was in pain.
“I’m so sorry she’s doing this,” Carissa whispered back to him, but he didn’t respond. She poured a handful of the oil into her hand, and then put the bottle of oil back on the night stand. Her fingers tingled while rubbing the oil onto the handsome stranger’s chest.
His swift intake of breath stopped her.
“Is it too cold?” She asked. He didn’t respond.
“Hurry up,” Lana screamed from across the room.
Carissa resumed applying the oil to Jude’s skin. As she rubbed it across his nipple, she couldn’t help but acknowledge the flutters of desire beginning in her body. His body called to her and she wanted to answer. Never had she felt such an attraction to another being. What was so special about this man making her want to sink her nails into him. It was her low energy level causing her to desire him. Her body needed fueling and recognized him as an energy source. Every reaction was caused by an action and her body was simply reacting to energy she received from him. Leave it to her to rationalize everything. Carissa kept her eyes on his face while massaging the oil lower, over his tattooed stomach. His body was rock solid, like she imagined. She closed her eyes and used both hands to massage the oil into his chiseled abs.
“Lower,” he whispered, his voice strained.
She eagerly obeyed, captivated by the way he trembled beneath her fingers. Carissa rubbed her hands lower, past his stomach to his large erection.
“Grip him,” Lana told her.
Her eyes popped open. She glanced to the other woman unsure of how to proceed. Lana sat on the chaise beside Bruce panting while watching Carissa massage Jude. Bruce’s gaze was apologetic. Grip him? She wanted to and would delight in doing so, but what if he didn’t want her to touch him there?
“Grip him, now!” Lana yelled to her.
Carissa did as she was told. Closing her eyes she grasped Jude’s cock tightly. He thrust hard into her hand. One hand couldn’t contain him, she needed to use both. Carissa held him tighter. He pumped into her fists over and over again. Behind her, she heard Lana moaning. In front of her, Jude’s fists clenched at his sides.
“So long,” he whispered, while fucking her hand. Energy flowed from his body, up her arm and to her chest. She felt like her heart was struck by lightning. A drop of moisture appeared at the tip of Jude’s cock. Carissa licked her lips wishing she could lick it off.
“So damn long,” he whispered, his voice filled with pain. Carissa wished she could erase his pain. For some reason, she wanted to take away any pain or anger this stranger felt. She wanted him to be…happy. Carissa gripped him as best she could with one hand. Leaning over, she used her other hand to stroke his cheek, to offer him comfort. His hips jerked and he groaned loudly. He licked his lips and her nipples hardened. Both of their breathing was ragged.
“It’s you,” he whispered, turning his head in her direction, the blindfold keeping him from seeing her face. Carissa cradled his face in her hand. She felt something for him, but she had no idea what it was she felt, or why she felt it, but there was definitely a connection between the two of them.
Today we have the Angels of the Apocalypse, from the Fantasy Diary Series, here to share what they fear as a collective.
~Angels of the Apocalypse~
1: We fear the day when the Brothers of Calamity are reunited.
2: We fear the day when the Brothers realize their real strength and use it to open the Gate of Hades.
3: We fear them bringing forth The Deceiver, the ultimate evil.
4: We fear the chaos that will erupt in all of the Realms once the Brothers begin their rampage.
5: We fear our leader, Avalos. Because now that the first of our fears have taken place. We have been ordered to kill the Brothers and those close to him. If we do not achieve this goal, our leader will be disappointed. His disappointment will lead to our deaths.
Ultimately, we fear what’s to come. Because the Brothers have reunited and they are growing stronger.
Our leader is pissed. We must not fail.
*There you have it. Even Angels of the Apocalypse have fears. Lets hope the Brothers don’t bring forth the Deceiver as prophesied. That would definitely be a bad thing.*
~Fantasy Diary Series~
Bk 1: Christmas Fantasy: One bite was all it took.
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Bk 2: Dark Fantasies: One kiss was all it took.
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It’s October, which means it’s time for all of the supernatural creatures to come out and play! All month long I’ll be featuring paranormal romance writers on my blog. Today I have author Danielle Doolittle and her latest release, Regret: Book 1 in The Guardians Series .
Love a good love story with a bit of a paranormal twist?
When Penelope met Kane she thought he was nothing more than a jerk (a very good looking jerk). But first impressions aren’t ways accurate and when she discovers their pasts are linked she leans on him as she learns about her heritage and navigates the world of the Guardians.
“This is the first place we actually spent time together.” His eyes were still on a mysterious spot beyond the horizon. “I was so nervous that day. I didn’t know what to say to you. I didn’t know what to think when you just showed up, back in my life, and all I could think about was pulling you into my arms and kissing you.”
He turned to look at me then, one brow raised at what was probably a comical look of shock on my face. “Didn’t think it would have been well received, as you were about as prickly as a porcupine.”
I smacked his arm as his lips twitched with humor. “That’s because you were about as approachable as a bear.”
He sobered at my statement, his eyes looking deep into mine. He slowly framed my face in his large warm hands and I felt myself melt. “I can’t apologize enough for the way I treated you then. This…” He ran a thumb over my lips. “This is how we should have spent our first day here.”
Then he kissed me, and our energies swirled and mixed around us in a riot of excitement and love. I anchored my hands on his hips and let myself fall into his kiss. Slowly the world around us fell away, and it was just me and Kane and a kiss I could feel to the depths of my soul. His fingers tightened in my hair as he pulled me closer, like he wanted to meld us together.
I pulled abruptly from the kiss. There were things I needed to say to him before I lost my nerve. Pulling back enough to looking into his dark eyes I let my wall down, exposing everything to him, laying it all at his feet. His eyes widened in wonder, and when he opened his mouth to speak I placed a finger over his lips, afraid if he spoke I wouldn’t get my words past the knot in my throat.
“Kane.” I traced the line of his upper lip. “I—”
A sudden scream rent the air and instantly Kane was on alert, his energy changing from one of contentment to one of shuddering awareness of danger. Faster than I could see, he spun and I found myself pressed against his back. His muscles were so tense I could feel them vibrating with his need to take action, if only he could locate the danger.
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I’ve already one-clicked this and I can’t wait to read it. Available now, His Marriage Demand.
It will be only .99 cents until 10/16 then it will go up to $2.99.
His Marriage Demand Blurb:
For two years Ria has longed to touch the fire in Drake Hawthorne’s eyes but she doesn’t dare. The hotel where she has worked has a strict hands off patrons policy and if it’s found out she’s even lingered too long in his room she’ll lose the job she’s worked so hard for. Maybe if she were more reckless and willing to step out on a ledge she would but she isn’t and she can’t. Because it isn’t just Ria’s welfare at stake but her little brother’s and she’s not able to put his happiness on the line for her own.
So she’ll keep hiding behind the meaningless wedding ring and fake husband that she knows is the only thing that has kept Drake from pushing her for more. She’s seen too many rich and powerful men like Drake Hawthorne to know they didn’t care about the havoc they left behind only the moment where they got what they wanted. Ria needs more than a moment, she wants and needs forever.
When Drake finds out there isn’t a husband he demands marriage and Ria opens her mouth to say yes until he warns her about the ending. Marriage shouldn’t come with a time limit and Ria refuses to give in. Just when it looks like forever is promised will a threat from her past cost her the future within reach with Drake?
“Employees aren’t allowed to fraternize with guests. If management
finds out, they’re gone, no ifs ands or buts. Please move, Mr.
Hawthorne, I need to get back down to the front desk.”
He doesn’t move, only shakes his head. “Two years, two years of lies
from you. Where was he last time? Los Angeles, updating the systems at an oil company you said. Before he was in Atlanta, a conference. Last year he was in England.” He’s moving now, stalking me across the room.
“Employees aren’t allowed to fraternize with guests.” I repeat
haltingly, “I’m sorry, but I need this job. What you want, you can get anywhere.” I accuse.
“Do you think I haven’t tried? Believe me, I’ve tried. Two years of
cold showers and sleepless nights. Every time I left here I promised
myself I’d take the first woman who looked my way. Only none of them,
none of them looked at me like you do. As if I was everything they
wanted but couldn’t have, with hunger making your soft brown eyes go
almost black. None of them smelled like you, none of them had the soft curves that trembled when I came near. None of them made me want them the way I want you. Kissing them, I wondered what you tasted like. Holding them against me, I knew they didn’t fit me as well as you would. Two years, of apologies as my dick wouldn’t get hard because they weren’t you.”
His words hurt, the idea of him with other women. I tried not to think of him away from the hotel. It didn’t mean I succeeded, in bed when I was alone, I thought of him. I wondered who he was with, what they looked like. Then I heard what he was really saying. I’m shaking my head, no. This can’t happen, no matter how badly I want him. He’s blunt, he’s demanding and he doesn’t care about the rules because rules didn’t pertain to men like Drake Hawthorne. He’d take what he wanted and when he had his fill, he’d move on. Then I’d be left jobless and broken-hearted. If it were just me, then maybe I would take the chance. It’s not an option though, I have Justin to think of and I can’t, I just can’t.
I’m still shaking my head when his hands come down on my hips and he
pulls me to him. I barely have time to take in the feel of him against me when his lips come down on mine. His beautiful full and thick lips are as soft as I always knew they would be. One taste, I promise myself and open my lips to him. The velvet slide of his tongue is a welcome invasion and I’m as hungry to learn the taste of him as he is of me. In seconds, hunger becomes devouring and we both go up in flames. My arms are up around his neck and he pulls me tighter, as if he can’t get enough. I feel like my whole body has been lit on fire and only he can soothe the burn. Deeper, more, I need more. I’m fighting for air when he finally pulls away, his eyes have gone sapphire dark.
His voice is deep and husky, “Marry me.” It’s a command, he’s not asking.
Shock hits me, he can’t have said what I thought he said. He nods, as
if I’ve spoken. “Marry me. For two years, I’ve wanted no one and
nothing as badly as I’ve wanted you. Every time I looked at the gold
band on your finger, I wanted to yank it off and beat the hell out of
the man who’d gotten to you before me. I hated this unknown man as
much as I hated myself for burning and wanting another man’s wife.
Crazy thoughts of wanting to know everything about him then the next
moment knowing I didn’t dare. I wouldn’t stop myself from destroying
him simply for having you when I couldn’t.
Marriage isn’t something I ever thought I would do again. I’ve grown
to the idea of my ring on your finger. My ring telling all other men
you’re mine and they can’t touch you. I don’t want one night with you, I want your days and everything else I can get.
There will have to be a prenup, I won’t be stingy. When it ends, I’ll
make sure you’ll be provided for.”
He had me, I can’t believe I was about to open my mouth to say yes.
How the fuck could I say yes to a command like that? Still, I was
going to. Hearing him confess to the long nights of desperate need, I
understood all too well had me melting. Until he mentioned the prenup
and it being over. It wasn’t the prenup, men as rich as Drake
Hawthorne aren’t stupid enough to marry without a prenup, especially
after how badly his last marriage ended. It was understandable he’d
want one considered airtight the second time around. I would have
willingly signed on the dotted line to have him. Knowing he was
already seeing the end before we even began is what has me pulling
away and he lets me go. His smile is satisfied, he thinks he’s going
to get his way. Men like him always get their way. A tiny kick of
pleasure at denying someone as powerful as him gives me the backbone I need. I straighten and look him in the eye, “Thank you for the offer, Mr. Hawthorne, I’m going to decline. If you need anything further, please ring the desk.”
He’s surprised, giving me the time I need to escape his room. Drake
catches up to me at the elevator. His hand on my wrist is almost
punishing, I flinch. He lets go when he sees it. “What the hell did
you just say to me?”
I don’t dare look at him, keeping my eyes on the progress of the
elevator. “I said, no. If you need anything further, please ring the
He yanks me around to face him. “Explain that, no, after you kissed me like you wanted to fuck me for days.”
I cannot wait to read this!
Girl Talk Saturday is back for the month of October and the topic is: What Do Your Characters Fear?
This Saturday, Zainab from Let’s Move on by Deborah Nam Krane, will share five things she fears with us.
Zainab Oginabe-Kensit’s Top Five Fears.
1. Watching her friends get into another mess.
2. Hellie Graham growing up without both of her parents.
3. Giving Richard Hendrickson another chance to break her heart.
4. That she’s stuck in her current career.
5. That someone is going to be punished for something they didn’t do…even if they did something else.
Let’s Move On (Book Four of The New Pioneers) by Deborah Nam-Krane
Zainab has spent years keeping Emily from going over the edge, giving Miranda a shoulder to cry on and nursing Jessie back to health. They’ll be the first to agree that she deserves whatever makes her happy, especially after the drama Richard put her through. But did she have to choose the guy who threw everyone’s lives into the shredder?
Richard knows he screwed up and he’d do anything to get Zainab back, but first he needs to make sure his company—and his loyal employees—don’t go under. (Who knew kicking your primary investor to the curb would have consequences?) Good thing his family has such deep pockets; too bad he doesn’t want to take a cent from them. Why should Zainab take him back if he can’t get out of his own way?
Maybe Zainab can eat her cake and have it too—that is, until she’s given an ultimatum. The choice isn’t Lover A or B; it’s protecting her friends or letting them fend for themselves. With that hanging over her head, what’s it going to take to make sure she and everyone else can finally move on?
Zainab was laughing a few hours later as she stretched out in bed. “You continue to be full of surprises.”
Robert rested his head on the pillow and took some deep breaths. “Come on, that wasn’t really a surprise, was it?”
“I don’t usually get that dressed up just to go to bed.” She flipped over and smiled. “Or is that sort of a Catch-22? Would we not have ended up in bed if I hadn’t been so dressed up?”
Robert sighed. “I think you’re just trying to get me to admit that I had this planned.”
“I know you’re intrusive, I don’t think you’re manipulative.”
“What about your friends?”
“No, they’re not manipulative either, although at least one of them is intrusive at any given point—”
“I meant, what do they think of me?”
“You know exactly what they think of you, and I’d say it shouldn’t be something that should concern you.”
“It doesn’t, except that I don’t like the idea of you leaving and then going to a house full of people who can’t stop telling you how wrong I am for you.”
“First of all,” she said, playing with his chin, “you’re getting really sloppy. Jessie isn’t living with me—”
“But she’s around enough—and no, I have not been driving by your house.”
“Second of all, they have no idea.”
“Really?” Robert said, smiling as he looked her over. “Because Emily is pretty sharp. Annoying, but sharp. Miranda could maybe use a little more time at school—”
“Miranda isn’t stupid.”
“She just has lousy taste.”
“Don’t we all?”
“If you think that, then why are you here?”
“Why shouldn’t I be, Robert?”
He smiled. “Because of Jessie. Because of everyone else. Because of Richard. Because to the untrained eye it might look like I broke you up on purpose—”
“I know that’s not what happened.”
“So am I forgiven?”
“It’s not an issue.”
“Why don’t you care?”
“What do you want? You want me to be really mad so you can have an excuse to feel bad? Do you think you should feel bad?”
“Let’s just say I don’t usually conduct my investigations that way.”
Zainab raised her eyebrow. “I know you were here with Jessie.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
“How bothered would you like me to be?”
“I don’t want you to be bothered, but I want you to care.”
“Why? Do you care about Richard?”
“No, but I do think he can’t be nearly as smart as he thinks he is to let you go.”
“He didn’t let me do anything—I left on my own. I was with him by choice.”
He kissed her. “And now you’re with me. By choice.”
“Now you’re getting the hang of it.”
“So why did you choose me?”
“Because I like you, Robert. But why do we need to look at it so closely?”
He rolled on top of her. “True, when there are so many better things we could do with our time.”
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It’s October, which means it’s time for all of the supernatural creatures to come out and play! All month long I’ll be featuring paranormal romance writers on my blog. Today I have author Rosanna Leo and her latest release, Predator’s Fire.
When Nina Suzuki discovers the body of her best friend Janine, her world turns upside down. Things go from bad to worse when Janine’s corpse seems to transform into that of a large, brown wolf. For the first time, Nina is faced to confront all the clues indicating her BFF was not what she seemed. A letter from the dead woman opens Nina’s eyes to a strange, new world. The same letter warns of a sinister group called the Alpha Brethren, and urges her to find Killian Moon of the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort on Gemini Island.
Killian Moon is a jaguar shifter and teen mentor at the Ursa Lodge in Northern Ontario. He may be a comfort and inspiration to confused teen shifters, but he also has a fiery past. His past comes back to haunt him when human Nina arrives at the resort, demanding to speak with him. Demanding answers. Can he trust her with knowledge that will not only change her life, but possibly endanger those around him?
As Killian begrudgingly tutors Nina on all things shifter, their mutual curiosity flares into passionate need. Once they touch, once they succumb to desire, there is no going back. Killian realizes Nina is his mate and they both begin to comprehend the terror threatening those on their shifter-friendly island. He is forced to confront the tragedy in his family and determines to protect Nina at all costs.
But can they protect everyone they love from a cult of dangerous shifters, intent on horror and destruction?
“How much longer do I have to wait? I want to see Killian Moon. Now.”
The feminine voice, strangely soft despite its insistence, echoed deep in his being, awakening his jaguar. The great cat roared to life, turned toward the office and inhaled deeply. Its eyes flashed in interest.
Killian breathed in at the same time, catching the scent of cherry blossoms through the door. The sweet perfume, mixed with human outrage, proved a heady distraction, making him forget why he was there. Shaking his head, he tried to dismiss the odd sensation as Ryland opened the door.
The door swung open and the first person he glimpsed was one of the clerks from reception, trying his hardest to placate the unexpected guest. “I’m sure Mr. Snow and Mr. Moon will be right back.”
And then his gaze landed on the petite human. Tapered Asian eyes, so dark and mysterious, but rimmed with circles of exhaustion. Smooth, cinnamon skin hinted at a mixed background. Wearing no makeup, she appeared younger than she must be, but her presence and keen eyes pegged her at around thirty years old. She had a riot of curly, black hair and feminine curves that ought to come with a warning. He could see it now. Beware: this woman’s body will cause insanity in men. Even as she gesticulated at the clerk, her boobs jiggled in such a way his throat went dry.
He pictured her in a corset, her breasts spilling over delicate lace edging, and almost forgot his name.
This Nina Suzuki was damn hot and his jaguar seemed to agree. The animal licked its lips, its golden gaze assessing and appreciating every detail, from her rounded hips to her come-hither rack.
Yes, the creature uttered on a frenzied breath.
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Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair. http://www.rosannaleo.blogspot.com
It’s time!!! Jennifer L. Armentrout’s FALL WITH ME cover is here! And you are going to love it! This New Adult Contemporary Romance in Armentrout’s With You Saga is the 4th book in the series, and is being published by Avon Romance, an imprint of HarperCollins. You should definitely add it to your Goodreads now.
About FALL WITH ME:
Eleven months ago, bartender and weird-shirt-wearing extraordinaire Roxy and Officer Reece Anders had a one night stand. Well, kind of. She’s been in love with him since she was fifteen, and he wishes that night they shared never happened. She’s sworn him off forever, but the past and future collide, forcing her to rely on the one man who broke her heart not once, but twice.
Her best friend since birth has been in a long-term care facility since he became a victim of a hate crime years ago, and the person who put him in there is out of prison and wanting to make amends with him and Roxy. She’s not sure she has room for forgiveness in her and when she begins to receive frightening messages and is on the receiving end of escalating violence, she thinks she knows who is to blame. The man who already destroyed one life already.
But Reece isn’t convinced. The threats are too personal, and even if Roxy doesn’t believe him, he’s not willing to let anyone hurt her. Including himself. He’s already messed up more than once when it comes to Roxy and he’s not going to let history repeat itself.
And here’s the beautiful new cover!
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# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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An exciting new adventure from Stacey Nash, set in the world of The Collective.
When all is lost, she must remember…
Anamae Gilbert managed to thwart The Collective and rescue her father, even though his mind is now a shell. Determined to stop Councilor Manvyke hurting her family again, she’s training to become an active resistance member and falling hard for resistance fighter Jax Belfry. But things never sail along smoothly – Manvyke wants retribution and Anamae’s name is high on his list.
After a blow to the head, she awakes in an unfamiliar location unable to remember the last few weeks. She can’t believe the fascinating new technology she’s seeing. She’s the new kid at school, and although weapons training comes with ease, something feels off. Why does the other new kid’s smile make her heart ache?
And why does her gut tell her to run?
The wooden stick thwacks into my calf, knocking my leg out from under me with a muted ache that makes me stumble, my free arm whipping round and round like a propeller. But it doesn’t help. My foot slides off the rope anyway. Will grabs my shoulder, hauling me back onto the slatted bridge, barely stopping me falling from the trapeze training area high in the tree canopy of The Ring.
We’ve been training like crazy since saving Dad from the Collective. I won’t be an easy target again. I’m resistance now, and I’ll fight.
Laughter booms from below, where Jax and Lilly sit at opposite sides of the cleared forest floor. Jax leans back on his elbows, peering up into the canopy, looking at me with the half-grin that makes my insides melt. I don’t let him distract me for long though. Instead, I swivel around and bring my padded stick up, crunching it into Will’s side. He lets out a grunt but barely sways on the rope. He’s too strong for me to budge. Jax says something I don’t quite catch and stifled giggling floats up like a tolling bell. Clearly Lilly’s trying not to laugh, but Jax’s humor is too much for even her steely grudge.
Right, this is it.
I’m not the helpless girl they think I am. I can best them all up here, I just need to concentrate on outwitting them. A quick glance around gathers my thoughts; ropes over there, down there, up there too. Yep, that’s the way. I spring off my feet, grab the support above me, pull myself up, and scurry along it while Will’s still looking around to see where I’ve gone. There’s no way I can win if he gets the upper hand. Play like a squirrel, quick and smart. My hand moves toward my neck, but I pull away before I touch the pendant that’s always there. I’ll play fair. Hanging upside down with my legs wrapped around the rope, the stick tucked between them and up over my shoulder, I pull myself along into the thick canopy. Lilly’s giggling continues joined by her dog, Ace, who yelps at the air.
I shuffle back, deeper into the tree, letting the branches and leaves close around me.
Ha, get me now, Will Avery.
There’s a wall of greenery in front of me, but I can peer through the branches to see the ground below where Jax still lazes back on his elbows. He looks straight at my hiding spot and closes one eye in a slow wink, flooding my chest with delicious warmth. Suppressing a smile, I hold my finger to my lips.
The leaves on the far side of me rustle. Damn, Will’s already passed. Pay attention, Mae. I swing down out of my hiding place and silently creep along in Will’s wake.
Using his training stick to poke at the branches in front of him, he’s oblivious to me behind him. “This isn’t a game of hide and seek, Mae.”
I creep so close if he spun around we’d both lose our balance and topple over the side of the ropes. Holding my breath, I bring the stick around to my side, just below shoulder height. It whooshes through the air and thuds against his right leg. The entire structure sways.
“Ahhh!” Fingers springing free of the rope, he grabs his leg, then, like he remembers, makes a grab for the handhold but it’s too late. He’s already falling off the side, and growling, “Cheat.”
“Well, look at that…” The safety attached to his makeshift harness snaps taut, twanging the walkway under my feet. I have to clutch the rope handrail with both hands to stop my laughter unbalancing me too. “I win and I didn’t cheat.”
“Don’t get too cocky.” He climbs back up the rope.
Still holding the handrail one-handed, I reach out and haul him up beside me where he sits with his legs hanging over the side. After a huge sigh, he says, “I’m beat, let’s take a break.”
I walk along the suspended path, my bouncy steps matching my light mood as I jump down to the next level and swing to the ground, my feet thudding on a large fallen log. I’m way more confident in the crisscrossed rope training area than I was last month. The height no longer makes my stomach lurch or my eyes zoom in on ground. Thank small mercies.
“Nicely played,” Lilly says from her cross-legged position on the cleared forest floor. She tosses a water bottle back and forth between her hands, her eyes glued to it. Probably to avoid accidently making eye contact with Jax. Since finding out his true heritage, that he’s not only of Collective blood but Manvyke’s son, their whole friendship has changed. It’s like she doesn’t trust him anymore, like he’s not the same person he always was.
“Thanks, I feel like I’m improving,” I say, throwing my practice stick onto the ground and grabbing the drink from her outstretched hand. A swipe of the back of my arm across my forehead catches the dripping perspiration. This sure is thirsty work. I pop the top of the bottle, gulping water.
Will lands with an ungracious thud behind me. “You only won because my knee’s not a hundred percent.” He snaps the elastic brace wrapped around the knee I purposefully didn’t hit.
“Whatever makes you feel better, Will. That’s why we’re training up there in the trees, gives us even footing.” I smirk at the half-lie, tossing him the bottle.
“Some more even than others,” Jax says.
“I’ll take you on,” Will challenges.
We all know who’d win. Not the guy tipping his head back and squirting water into his mouth. As Will lowers it he grabs the bottle with his other hand and squeezes. Water spurts out its nozzle and hits me smack bang in the face.
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Stacey Nash writes adventure filled stories for Young Adults in the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres. She loves to read and write books that have a lot of adventure, a good dose of danger, a smattering of romance, and KISSING! Hailing from the Hunter Valley in New South Wales, she loves nothing more than immersing herself in the beauty and culture of the local area.
Author of the Collective Series.
Author Website: http://www.stacey-nash.com