New Book Announcement – Fire In The Blood Author : Lily Freeman

Title : Fire In The Blood 

Author : Lily Freeman

Genre: Contemporary Erotic, BDSM novel.

Eight weeks ago, Polly Jayne Lester vanished.
With no explanation, no goodbyes; she walked away from one life, to start another.
Now based in London, she has a home: new friends, a new dog and – a Master. Luke Monroe is everything she never knew she wanted: dominant, sexy, passionate, and a sadist.
As their relationship develops, with her giving a little and him taking a lot, PJ is forced to explore the side of Luke she’s always found disconcerting, all under the watchful eyes of her neighbors Mika and Elliot, the other two men who have come to mean so much to her.

But at what price? 

When tensions mount between the three unquestionably alpha males, PJ’s caught in the middle. With Luke’s demands intensifying, Elliot’s possessive behaviour becoming more and more evident, and Mika, always her soft place to fall, claiming a little more of her heart each day, she’s torn. She’s already learnt the hard way that love can hurt, and she thought she knew how much, but nothing could have prepared her for this.

‘Fire in the Blood’ is the second book in ‘The Red Series.’ It is not a stand-alone novel, and I would highly recommend that if you intend to read it, you read ‘A Little Band of Red’ first.
Although both are part of a larger series, the first three novels have been written as a complete trilogy, concluding with ‘To Catch a Flame’, due out in December 2016.

With that in mind, not all of your questions will be answered or all hearts mended. But I promise, in the end they will.

Warning: ‘Fire in the Blood’ includes m/f, m/m and m/m/f scenes as well as a darker event containing violence and elements of non-consent.

Twenty minutes later PJ was a wreck, actually shaking as she walked back down the hall, this time to let Luke in. With sweaty palms she opened the door. Her breathtakingly gorgeous boyfriend was standing right there under the security light, looking like an avenging angel with his sandy brown hair slightly dishevelled and beautiful eyes sparkling. He smiled at her, but straight away PJ could see the tension in Luke’s face, and when she took him in from head to toe, his body too. 
“Hello, Darling. Did you miss me?” 
She nodded, words refusing to come, her mouth suddenly so dry. With one step, Luke had her wrapped in his arms. Dropping his head, he sucked in a breath, right by her ear before he kissed her. 
“Say it.” 
    “I missed you, Luke.” 
    Somehow they made it back to her apartment, though all PJ could remember was his kiss. Her lips still tingled while she stood debating whether she should ask him what was wrong. With a finger he tilted her chin before moving lower, still only one little touch, down her neck, over her sternum. The buttons on her coat popped, one, two, three, before her coat fell, leaving her standing in nothing but her tiny excuse of a dress. 
    Taking his time, Luke prowled around her. Her pulse surged, her arms fidgeted at her sides, but it was the quietness which surrounded them that made her apprehensive. 
“I think we need to talk.” 
They did but PJ had absolutely no idea how to start the conversation which had been spinning around her head all day. “We do.” 
He took her hands, bringing her fingertips up to his lips then he kissed each one, all the while his eyes never left her face. 
“Are you scared of me, PJ? Not of what I’ve done, but of who I am?” 
All she could see as she glanced up at him were his soft blue eyes. He looked so sad, so lost and hurt, yet she wouldn’t lie to him. 
“I’m scared of … what you could do.” 
“I promised you, I’d never give you more than you can handle and I haven’t. I know I’ve taken you close, very close, but I’ve kept you safe. So why don’t you trust me?” 
He looked away, his broad shoulders heaving as he fought to remain calm and PJ looked away too. She felt like she was at a crossroads. If she turned left, she’d break Luke’s heart and end it all. If she turned right, and gave him what he wanted, she honestly didn’t know what the outcome would be. What she did know was there was only one way to find out.



Polly Jayne Lester’s life was falling apart. Between her cheating fiancé and her narcissistic boss, she could see no way out. That was until an unexpected lottery win changed everything. With millions in her bank account, PJ abandons her old life to start a new one in London. It’s there she finds her dream home on the banks of the Thames, and also her dream man—in a bondage club. But it’s the other man, watching from the shadows, who will ultimately claim her heart. 
Luke Monroe is tired of playing a role that has left him emotionally void and completely alone. For the past fourteen years, all he has known is sadism and control. But on the night he decides to walk away from everything, he sees her, in the club—the one woman that could change everything. The only problem is, she’s on her knees submitting to another man. 
Refusing to give up his last chance at finding happiness, Luke bides his time: waiting, plotting.  
Filled with trepidation and excitement, PJ returns to Bond Street, only to find herself at the mercy of a stranger. Master Luke is a fantasy, dominant and sexy, charismatic and passionate. Yet the illusion he so effortlessly created for her is shattered when she discovers he’s a sadist, known for his cold-hearted brutality. PJ flees.  
But when a phone call has her returning to the club, he’s waiting—her beautiful, blue-eyed nightmare. Luke is relentless as he charms his way back into her life. But why? PJ is not a masochist. She can see no future for them. Yet despite their irreconcilable differences, neither of them can deny the attraction that first brought them together. 
The question is, how much should love hurt?
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I didn’t discover writing like most authors do. There was no childhood dream, no undeniable urge to put pen to paper. My story started off with an unexpected life changing event : a sizeable tax refund and a water-taxi ride caught from the wrong side of the Thames. I’ve always been an avid reader and a daydreamer, so when an idea for a novel was born from those three seemingly unrelated events, I ran with it.
That idea became an obsession and also a passion. My characters are big and bold, the men are dominant to a fault and the women are strong and sassy. I’m fascinated by the concept of fate. One decision causing another and another, all of them having consequences which ultimately draw my characters together only to tear them apart. There will always be a happy ending, because there’s no denying, I’m a romantic at heart – but a little pain woven amongst all that pleasure makes for a very explosive plot.

When I’m not writing or meticulously plotting my next novel, I am a wife and a mother. I have a healthy appetite for physically challenging sports and I love coffee. If all else fails you’ll find me reading a book which was how my journey began and will no doubt be how it will end.





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Book: Upper Hand
Series: Cedar Tree #5
Author: Freya Barker
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More often than not, Clint Mason has his foot firmly wedged in his mouth, which tends to get him in plenty of hot water with the ladies. Although his laid back good ole’ Southern charm does not fly far with the female population of Cedar Tree, the big burly contractor hides his dark side well.

The only one Beth Franklin allows herself to rely on is Beth, and so far that has served her well. Just when her son disappears after dropping his little guy off on her doorstep, her life seems to spiral out of control. For the first time ever, fearing for his safety, the fiercely independent waitress is forced to be on the receiving end of a helping hand. That’s not easy for her, especially since the shovel-sized hand belongs to a man whose approach has run hot and cold the last year, leaving her feeling off balance. With a steady and commanding force, he exposes her softer side, while doing everything he can to keep her and those close to her safe.

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“A gentleman would’ve offered to do that for you, but when you bend over with that fine ass on display, I suddenly don’t feel so gentlemanly anymore.”
His breath tickles my ear and my body freezes in the spot. Mortification and arousal do battle for supremacy while I struggle for a smart come back. All I manage is an illiterate grunt, before slipping around the trunk of the car, keeping my head down to hide the telltale blush. His low chuckle follows me all the way into the driver’s seat, and that’s where my indignant self comes alive.
“What’s with you?” I blurt out the minute his fine ass hits the seat beside me. “For days, no, make that weeks since you’ve woken up, you’ve been mostly a grumpy ass. And now suddenly you’re going all sexy and shit. The hot and cold routine is giving me hot flashes,” I mumbled the last, but apparently he hears because the car fills with the best sound I’ve heard in months—Clint throwing his head back and laughing without restrictions. I can’t help but look over and take in the strong column of his throat and the strong white teeth showing between his lips. Fuck, those lips.
“Sexy and shit?” I lift my eyes from his mouth and find him looking at me with one eyebrow raised in question.
“Seriously? That’s what sticks from all I said?”
“Well, no. The hot flashes made an impression too.” He winks. He bloody winks.

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Freya Barker craved reading about ‘real’ people, those who are perhaps less than perfect, but just as deserving of romance, hot monkey sex and some thrills and chills in their lives – So she decided to write about them. Always creative, from an early age on she danced and sang, doodled, created, cooked, baked, quilted and crafted. Her latest creative outlets were influenced by an ever-present love for reading. First through blogging, then cover art and design, and finally writing. Born and raised in the Netherlands, she packed her two toddlers, and eight suitcases filled with toys to move to Canada. No stranger to new beginnings, she thrives on them. With the kids grown and out in the world, Freya is at the ‘prime’ of her life. The body might be a bit ramshackle, but the spirit is high and as adventurous as ever. Something you may see reflected here and there in some of her heroines…. none of who will likely be wilting flowers.

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Interference By Paige Matthews

The time is finally here…Let’s introduce you all to Micah and Jess…




Twelve years ago I lost everything I loved. I lost the ability to play the one sport that I had given every sweat and tear to. A career ending injury and a three-day coma left me hearing the words a player never wants to hear.

Since that day, I have made it my goal to break into the one world a female hasn’t entered yet: The NHL and specifically- Head Athletic Trainer. Finally getting my chance to prove myself I will not let anything or anyone stand in my way of my new dreams…until he shatters every ounce of control that I’ve hidden behind for years.

His arrogance, his determination and his god damn near perfect body set my body on fire. The more I try to stay away, the more I am drawn to him and the one night I give him- I lose.


I value nothing more than dominating on and off the ice. Nothing can deter my focus or my attention from taking my chance to prove to the world that I can capture the ultimate goal: the Stanley Cup. Coming off a heartbreaking loss in last year’s finals, the new season is full of promise and records. Until she walks in…

The newest Athletic Trainer of the NY Hawks and sister of my biggest rival, Jessica McAdams sets my body on fire: a response I haven’t felt in a long time. From the first time I saw her at the club and heard her name mentioned around the locker room, I was taken.

I could see through her walls, the false defenses she put up. She tries to pretend she is a stone cold and in charge woman, but I see the promise of what is underneath. As much as she pushes me away, the more I come to desire her, need her and want to dominate her. What starts as a mission to dominate the rough exterior becomes something I can’t live without- and she becomes the one thing I need more in my life than anything else, even if she doesn’t want me back.


When the female left the table, I watched as Jessica lurked over and removed her corset and skirt. She was left in a black lace thong, and those fuck me boots. J whispered something into Jess’ ear, and I saw her eyes widen, then a slight nod. A blindfold was removed from J’s pocket and placed over her eyes and secured around her head. J laid her down and bent down once more to whisper in her ear as he began to run the wand over her nipples. He moved the wand in a circular motion, jumping between the two breasts.

J signaled for me to join them and I walked over, taking the wand from his hand. We’d decided that I’d use the traditional attachments for a little while, until my arm tired, before moving on to a different type of stimulation. I moved the wand down the length of her abdomen and across the width of her pelvic area, being careful not to stimulate her clit just yet.

The wand buzzed on as Jessica’s body arched and relaxed with the on and off of the surges. Jessica’s moans increased and decreased as she inhaled and breathed out. I moved the attachment up and down her torso, focusing on her breasts, her nipples, and the slight indentation of her stomach.

I signaled to J to switch the attachments, and I stuck the conductor end into the back of my pants. This let the current run through me, and I could use my hands or other prompts to give her different sensations. I started out by hovering my hands an inch from her skin. I moved them in a circular motion over her abdomen, simulating the movements as if I was touching her. I worked my way back up to her nipples, simultaneously circling each hardened peak. Jessica’s body arched off the table. My dick hardened in my pants. The pleasure I was receiving from giving her pleasure was amazing.

I moved lower; this time focusing on the area around her clit. Massaging the air just above her clitoral hood, her pelvis jumped at each pulse. It was my mission to give her an orgasm without touching her. I continued to focus the movements of my fingers in sporadic patterns, and watched as she moved below me. From the observation area, it would look like her body moved to a rhythm unseen. My fingers controlled her movements like a puppeteer controlled a puppet. Her knees bent and straightened as I watched her flesh fill with color. Her hands gripped the sides of the table, and I now returned my focus to circular movements over her clit. A few rotations and Jessica’s entire body tightened, her ass lifted from the table, and she screamed as her orgasm hit her. I did not let up on my motions, keeping her body tense and shuddering.

Once her body relaxed, I grabbed the Florentine flogger, a pom pom looking prop, that J had. It reminded me of the bike decorations that kids stuck into their handlebars; mylar tentacles hung from a handle. This would increase the surface area of the electricity, making it feel as if hundreds of shocks were coming at once. I wanted one more orgasm before I pulled her off that table and curled her up into my body on the couch.

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Paige Matthews is an author of erotic romance, focusing heavily on the BDSM genre. Having spent countless hours between the covers of classics during her undergraduate and graduate degrees from Western Connecticut State University, she currently holds a BA English: Comparative Literature and a MA English: Professional Writing.

She lives with her husband, two small children and dog in Western Connecticut. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hockey, reading and traveling.

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Legacy Author: Lime Craven

Book: Legacy (Sociopath #2)
Author: Lime Craven
 Genre: dark romance/psychological thriller

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Reach for the scars… Remember me?Aeron Lore: happy and humble. A people person. All around nice guy.Even I can’t say that with a straight face.

But seriously, things are going great. Leo’s behaving herself; I’m enjoying making sure she behaves. We’re a great team. SilentWitn3ss, our live-streaming news project, has launched to my favorite things ever: controversy and profit.

So when the FBI comes to me and wants to use SilentWitn3ss footage to trace a serial killer named Blood Honey, I’m only too happy to be superior—I mean, to help. And if Leo thinks the brutal Blood Honey and I have a few things in common, I guess that’s to be expected, given my rather unique preferences in the bedroom. My…condition.

But I’m not like him. I can’t stand that she would even think it.

If his actions threaten my relationship with Leo, I’ll hunt that fucker down myself.

If he gets too close for comfort, I will make him bleed—and trust me, he’s closer than I ever anticipated.

There’s a food chain, grasshoppers. The buck doesn’t stop with him. It stops with me. Blood Honey is a nasty son of a bitch, but I can be a lot worse. Question is…do I want to be?

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I like dysfunction. Broken people who can’t fix each other, but fit together because they’re missing the same pieces. One of my favourite songs declares, “take the sinner down to feed desire,” and that’s my MO. I write dirty psychological thrillers with strong elements of dark romance.

I love antiheroes. Female characters who don’t just accept their faults, but downright exploit them. No nice boys. No shame. Mindfuckery for all.

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The name’s Aeron Lore. And you are…? Such a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. Is that a southern accent? Gorgeous.
You fucking bitch.
Why so surprised? I control a billion dollar fortune. I control the news. Give me five minutes and I’ll control you, too. If you could read my mind, you’d probably call me perverted. Unnatural. Manipulative. But I’ve learned to blend in, to be funny and charming. A predator in a designer suit.
I have no conscience. No shame in taking the things I want. And what I wanted was for Leontine Reeves to sell me her boutique tech firm so I could exploit the fuck out of it. Maybe exploit the fuck out of her, too, because desire haunts me in shades of scarlet, and I desire Leo most of all.
I never meant for this to be a love story. I fought it kicking and screaming, the same way Leo fought me. Now we’re bleeding into each other, making a mess. A chaos. There’s no control here. And what do monsters like me do when control leaves the building?
We attack.


Around The Bend Author: Britney King

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Author: Britney King
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If you were to pass me on the street, you probably wouldn’t even look twice. I’m that normal. I’m just like you, only wealthier. I have it all. The kids, the family, the dog, a house on the hill. Hell—I’m so cliché, I even have a white picket fence. I guess you could say that I’ve dotted my I’s and crossed my T’s. But what I also have—what no one sees in yoga, or at Nieman Marcus, or during the dreadful Ladies Who Lunch charity events I attend (because only God knows why), and perhaps most importantly, in the school pick up line—are secrets.

Deep, dark, deadly secrets.

We all keep secrets, don’t we? We all have thoughts in our heads, things we do, things about us that if people knew, they’d be shocked…right? Well, what if one day we just decided to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak.

What if we decided to let the whole world in on our dirty little secrets? And what if along the way, as we were spilling those secrets, we realized that things aren’t always what they seem and with that knowledge, it changed the whole story?

In this book, I’m laying it all out there. The unraveling of my life. My coming undone. What one might’ve seen had they been paying attention.

What I’ve found in life is people often believe lies before they’ll believe the truth. Well, here it is, in a nutshell. I’ll let you decide which is which.

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Myles didn’t wait for a response. He simply grinned, grabbed her arm just above the elbow, and led her out of the bar, and back to his room. Pain was a given, she’d just realized. And sometimes, you just needed to give into it—no matter what form it showed up in.


Jessica watched him go as she dug her toes further into the wet sand and squeezed them, watching as the muddy water poured over her feet and enveloped them. She let him get a ways ahead before she allowed herself to smile—just a little. All along she’d let him think he was breaking her, but maybe, just maybe, they’d actually been breaking each other.

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For those of you who prefer it straight up, no chaser: Mama to five. Writer. Juggler extraordinaire. That just about covers it…

The extended version and in third person no less ;): Britney is married to a man she adores (when he isn’t driving her crazy) and is the mother of FIVE pretty amazing kids, who (surprise!) also have a habit of driving her crazy. Her best guess is that it’s genetic. She is the author of two novels, Bedrock and Breaking Bedrock, with plans to release a third and fourth in 2014. In addition, she founded a local network for women in 2012, which has grown to over 1200 members. Currently, she occupies a job she enjoys–serving and running Austin Women’s Network. To further prove that she may in fact be certifiably insane, she decided to pursue her dreams and published her debut novel in May of 2013. Then and only then, could she consider her training to be an expert (life) juggler complete.

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Hawthorne’s Calm Author: M.A. DeOlmos

Title: Hawthorne’s Calm
Series: Oceans #3
Author: M.A. DeOlmos
Publisher: Lock & Key Publications
 Release Date: December 1, 2014
highly anticipated trio is back just in time for the holidays! Engross yourself
this holiday season with the gorgeous Hawthorne men. Go ahead. You deserve to
treat yourself to some holiday cheer & a new meaning of Fa-La-La-La-La!
For some, life has a grand and beautifully
wicked way of handing out life’s lessons. Ocean and Lawrence Hawthorne can
attest to this until they’ve run themselves to the ground. Yet somehow, within
those lessons that leaves them emotionally battered and scarred, comes the
birth of new hope. New life. 

Ocean Hawthorne is a man of action and
principal. His past drug addiction and healing wounds of causing his twin
sister’s death has and still continues to shape him into the fierce fighter
he’s become outside the MMA cages. Life has been cruel to him, yet it still
managed to give him the one person who gives his lungs the sole reason to keep
breathing…Livie Acosta. 

Livie has been through the worst of the
worst. She lost her mother to suicide, followed by her father, who was also her
best friend, in an unexpected death; which only led to her own suicide attempt.
She has fought all her life. Lost a lot of those battles, yet still manages to
keep her head above the turbulent rising waters with her feet planted on the
ground. She is growing into her own person while becoming a firm and steady
anchor within the Hawthorne family. She will soon learn what it is like to be
completely selfless and will be driven more than ever to rise above the demons
who have haunted her all of her life. There is one thing that she will have to
face head on whether she is prepared to or not. As a Hawthorne, she has no
other option but to fight and conquer!

Lawrence Hawthorne has been the glue within
the razor edged pieces of hearts his family is still trying to piece together.
He’s never met a challenge he couldn’t overcome, test he couldn’t surpass, or
women he couldn’t protect. Livie his Sunshine was the first stranger to flip
his world upside down in all the right ways, and now he has the beautiful and
witty Dulce on his arm to keep him on his toes. He still has a lot to learn
about his soul mate’s past. Even though he is a powerful force of determination
and love, he finds himself in a bind when his guilt over Dulce’s past begins to
tear away at his heart.

Together this new family will have to
conquer the worst. Ocean will have to grow wiser in patience, Livie will have
to come to terms with her mother’s intuition, Lawrence will have to let the
past be exactly that…the past…as Dulce will finally have to let someone in.

Will these fierce souls find the strength within
each other to find the calm after the storm or will they continue to repeat
their pasts, once again?

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I find myself
standing next to a man that just seconds ago was the happiest I’ve seen since…
well actually, I’ve never seen him this happy. Moments ago, Ocean was showing
me a side of him that instantly made me fall in love with him all over again.
However, right now-within seconds-that same man has become a ticking time
bomb—scratch that he’s more like a unhinged hand grenade with less than one
second to cause mayhem!

Immediately, Law
arrives at the door after my initial set of screams for him to hurry his ass up
and help me. Moving quickly and without hesitation, he takes a hold of Ocean’s
arms and locks them behind his back.
Looking at Law,
I see the shock and sprinkle of hate playing on his handsomely cool features
and it further confirms to me that the arrival of Ocean’s mother-pregnant
mother at that-is not a good omen for the days, weeks, or months to come.
The curious minds
of our morning guests start trickling in, hovering around us at the front door.
Finally, someone speaks. It’s Ocean, of course, more than ready to go 300Z
Gerard Butler style on his own mother.
“Who the hell
told her to show up!?” Ocean flings Law off him in one violent ripple of his
shoulders. He spins around to face the crowd behind him.
I look at the
woman still standing in the not so safe
as she stares at the tight and rigid back of her son. A son that is in
so much pain he cannot stand to look at her.
“Dad!” He roars
out as his father comes forth.
“Yes son.” His
father answers calmly, knowing better than all of us in the crowded foyer that
this is an extremely dangerous situation.
The pain in his
father’s eyes at the sight of a woman he once loved-and honestly probably still
loves-is breaking my heart with each passing second.
“Did you
tell her? How does she know? HOW. THE. FUCK. IS. SHE. HERE?!”
A shaky voice
responds and it’s from no one standing on our side of the door.
“Ocean, son. No
one invited me. I looked you up. I wanted to—to–”
“To what
Sabrina! You wanted to show up on the happiest day of my fucking life and ruin
it to hell? Is that what you wanted to do? Mission-a-fucking-complished!”
As he spoke to
her with his back turned she winced at his hateful words, but I couldn’t blame
him for it. I don’t think anyone could right now. Ocean was hurt and broken
beyond repair when it came to his mother.
He forever
blamed himself for what happened to his sister. He has the guilt of having
killed her in that terrible bike accident engrained into his soul. He loved
Stormie-his beautiful twin sister-with his whole heart. When he needed his
mother the most after her death, she just up and walked away.
I would be
beyond pissed too if she showed up today like this…which she just did. I push
away the resurfacing thoughts of my mother’s demise before I allowed my own
emotions of guilt and abandonment to resurface and cause me to react out of my
own emotional torments. When I look away from Sabrina, my eyes too easily found
the wet shiny pieces of glass on the tile floor in front of me.
they held my eyes captive. The demons inside of me start rearing their ugly
heads trying to find a broken link in my still-wounded and slowly healing
armor. I was stupid for thinking they had left me, that I had won.
they’d only taken a fucking vacation! The bastards were just giving me a break.
Layla and Dulce found their way to me taking each one of my hands in theirs.
Damn… did my face look that twisted they recognized my rising fear too?
“Ocean. I know
you’re mad at me and hate me, but I am still you’re mother.”
Uh-oh! Wrong
thing to say Sabrina.
Ocean spins
around this time to face his mother.
She did not
shrink under his hateful glare, stupid woman. “Ocean. I am still your mother. I
came here to find you so you could meet your sister when she’s born.”
Time stops as
well as Ocean’s breathing and probably his heart. He sways on his feet and I
release my hands from Layla and Dulce to support him. He grabs onto me
desperately as his body and mind fight against each other to steady himself.
I feel like
slapping the shit out of this woman. How dare she say some shit like that? I
look up at his face needing to see what’s there. His eyes are locked on his
mother’s stomach. She looked about ready to pop any moment now.
“I’m having her
here in Dunlap, Ocean. Her name is going to be Stormie.”
All hell breaks
loose inside of Ocean. He pushes me back towards Law, lunging forward toward
the woman screaming at the top of his lungs.
Thank god Santi,
Trevor, and Joseph were close enough because if not, they wouldn’t have been
able to stop him in time from strangling his own mother.
As tempting as
it is to let him have at her, it just isn’t right. Pffft, almost isn’t right.
BITCH!” Ocean repeats this chant over and over as it takes three huge men and
all of their muscles-and I mean all of their muscles-to hold him down.
personally had enough of this show for today. Our happiness was now tainted by
this selfish bitch standing in front of all of us in all her fucked up,
pregnant and shameful glory.
Ocean is dragged
away from me like a two year old having the temper tantrum of the millennium
back into the living room.
I step
forward grabbing the door facing off with Ocean’s mother. “Listen, your bright
idea to show up after being ghost for so long… not such a bright idea. I don’t
suggest you ever try doing this again. Ocean is a great man, cousin, friend,
soon to be husband, and a great son…but he is not your son anymore. Please
don’t come back here because next time it’ll be me gunning for your throat for
the pain you’ve caused him, not Ocean.”
I close the door
lightly in her face even though I want nothing more than to slam it shut. The
only thing that keeps me from doing just that is her extremely pregnant belly.
I was seeing my mom standing there with AJ in her belly in the once upon a time
good memory bank my brain was still desperately holding onto.
Layla touches my
arm, bringing me back to my reality. “Thank you for doing that. I was afraid of
hitting her myself, pregnant or not.” She laughs lightly at her comment as if
she was joking to lighten up the tension but I know the threat was real.
I understood
though, I too wanted to cause that woman as much pain physically as she was
causing her beautiful son, my Ocean, emotionally.
I smile at her,
feeling the pain I know she feels as well. Walking back into the living room
together where moments ago, everyone was shedding tears of joy.
Ocean was on the
floor pounding his fists into the tile as if the porcelain tiles were the cause
of all his life’s pain.
“No!” I rush
over to him, shoving my way through Law who briefly tries to block me. Dulce
tugs at his arm just in time helping me move his solid ass out of my way. My
body crashes onto the floor in front of Ocean before I know it.
Ignoring the
sharp stabs of pain my knees are tingling with, I grab both of his hands to
stop him from breaking all of his knuckles or worse. I pull his hands up to my
lips kissing each knuckle that are already turning red and bruised.
He slowly lifts
his head as tears and ferocious sobs pour out of his heavenly lips. I shuffle
closer to him on my knees pulling his arms around my waist. If I could climb on
top of him I would, but too many people were here.
baby, this is still our day. Remember this?” I flash him the beautiful promise
ring he put on my finger. “That means we get through this together. I am not
leaving you. This is Livie and Ocean’s day. We can do or go wherever you want,
just me and you baby. We go big together or we don’t do this at all. Will you
take me? Will you take us away to start our new promised lives together? I need
you to Ocean. Please.”
I place one of
his hands on my chest so he can feel my heart beating for him. His tortured
eyes roam over my face resting on my lips, then his head cocks to the side as
he continues to study my face. Not knowing how else to reach him I cover his
warm and badly bruising hand pressing it harder on my chest.
“You still
w—want this? You still want me?”
I roll my
eyes at him in exaggeration expecting him to have said something much more
intelligent than that. “Ocean. For a twenty seven year old man, you’re
ridiculously stupid. I love you Ocean Grant Hawthorne. L-O-V-to the fucking E
you! Get your ass up and make this day about us. Now!”
I don’t know why
I’m yelling or cursing but he responds to it. Grabbing my face as if I’m an
apparition about to disappear any moment, he kisses me hard. So hard it hurts
my lips, but I take his anger, his passion, and his hate.
I absorb it all
for him because we drown together; that’s our rule. I wipe his tears away with
my hands kissing his face dry with my newly aching lips.
He places his
hands on my hips, guiding us both off the floor and pulls me tightly into him
again. “You got it baby, let’s go.”
Ocean holds out
his hand to Law who tosses him a set of keys. He quietly guides me out the
front door of our home without saying a word or making eye contact with anyone.
As we walk down the
stairs to his Range Rover, I pray.


Jesus Cristo dao-me por favor a forca para sobreviver a este mar aberto, nos
estae afogandose Amen. (Jesus Christ, please give me the strength to survive
this open sea, we are drowning, Amen)

Author Bio
name is Melissa De Olmos, it’s quite a mouth-full but that’s me. I live in
the sunny, tropical and extremely too tranquil city of Palm Bay, Florida with
my two lovely crazies’ ages six and three. I could say that writing novels has
been a passion that I’ve always pursued but I can’t. Writing for me has always
been my own secret escape into a land of wonders, opportunities, timeless loves
and so much trouble that I sometimes wonder if I need medication for the
stories that pop into my head. I am in love–no– I am obsessed with everything
mystical, fantasy, true to a reader’s heart, and fiction. It has been an
enormous pleasure and indescribable experience sharing my Oceans Series with
the world and I cannot wait to fill this world with more crazy for you awesome
people to devour.


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Lost Until You Author: J.R. Grant

Title: Lost Until You
Series: Until You #1
Author: J.R. Grant
Release Date: November 22, 2014
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They had it all. There
wasn’t anything they could do to make their lives better. Their
relationship was thriving. Their daughter was perfect. The adoration
they had for one another was indescribable. They were surrounded by
family and friends who loved them unconditionally.
There wasn’t a
time Brax and Jazz lived with any regret, until Jazz started digging
into her past. And now the happy life they once shared, has crumbled
before their eyes, forcing their family through a whirlwind of emotions
and pain.What do you do if your marriage gets hit with the one
thing you’d never expect? Can you stand the test of time and move
forward as one? Or would you throw away everything you’ve spent years
building, because it’s the moral thing to do?

Relationships are
handed different obstacles to face, but in this case, two people are
left pondering what society says is correct.

If you love someone with your whole heart, more than anything in the world, they become worth the fight. 

They are lost until you.
***Contains sexual content and strong language. Mature readers age 18+***

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“Sit down, baby. I’m going to show you in a second.”
took a seat, anxiously waiting while I ripped off the gauze and tape.
Once the first strip peeled off, it took a few seconds for the  others
since they were embedded in my chest hair.
always said you wanted us to get tats one day that meant something for
the both of us. Something that symbolized our love. Well, I stopped by
here earlier this afternoon and had Jay draw mine up. He had an opening
tonight, so I told him I’d bring you back to get yours. That’s why we’re
She put her feet back on the ground, resting her hands on my stomach, bringing her face in closer to see the tattoo on my left.
a star,” Jazz mumbled, her eyes filling up with tears. She tilted her
head back and looked at me in shock. “You did this for me?”
“Who else would it be for?”
She swatted my ass, giggling.
I had two stars, one on each side, tattooed on the top of my chest, sitting directly in front of each shoulder.
The stars symbolized guidance-bringing you back to the one you love. I moved Jazz back against the table, resting my hands on each side of her body. Then I looked in her eyes, explaining why I chose those particular tattoos.
there for you baby. Only you,” I wiped her tears away. “What they mean
is that no matter how near or far the two of us are, our love will
always carry us through and bring us back together.” I lift my finger to
the star on the right. “This one’s a little different. Can you see
Jazz looked closely at the tattoo on my
right, dropping her jaw. I pulled her up, setting her down on the table,
then crashed my lips against hers. She opened her mouth willingly,
deepening the kiss, showing me how thankful she was.
“My…my name,” she cried. “I can’t believe you had my name put in the star.”
Throwing her arms back around my neck, we sat there, holding on to one another, until Jay came back in the room.
“I love you, baby.”
I felt her smile against my chest. “I love you too.”
 Author Bio
Grant is an avid reader, a fictional writer, and a photography junkie. When
she’s not plotting her next story, you can catch her on the beach with her
kindle in hand, soaking up the sun.
For more information, visit her social media sites posted below.
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