Pre-Order Blitz – Sexy Bad Daddy – Authors: Misti Murphy & Tami Lund

 

 

Title: Sexy Bad Daddy
Authors: Misti Murphy & Tami Lund 
Genre: Romantic Comedy
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Once upon a time Garrett Frost, bad boy of professional golf, found out he had a two year old daughter. 

Okay, okay, it wasn’t that long ago. His escapades are still in the media, and his sponsors are all in a tail spin, but his daughter sure is cute. 

That’s where I come in. I’m his nanny. The kid’s nanny. Of course, I’m not his. He’s older, my employer, totally off limits. And I can’t forget that, even if he makes me want to fall for him with every lingering gaze, each secret touch. 

He’s trying so hard to reform his professional image and be the father his daughter deserves. If anyone knew he was screwing his nanny it’d be all over the media, ruining his sponsorships, and affecting his relationship with his daughter. Or worse, convincing everyone we could be a family. 

But Garrett Frost’s family is the game and his daughter. There’s no room for me. So why does it feel like I’ve finally found my forever?
 


 
 
 

 

 

 

 
 
 
Misti Murphy & Tami Lund They live on opposite sides of the world, but an eighteen-hour time difference doesn’t stop these two obsessed authors. They write, they debate over storylines, they thoroughly enjoy the process of gazing at hot men while trying to come up with cover ideas, they fall in and out of love with their characters, and at the end of the day (which day is anybody’s guess), they create sexy bad books for your reading pleasure.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Cover Reveal and Pre-Order Blitz – Dear Agony – Georgia Cates

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Book Title: Dear Agony
Author: Georgia Cates
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 1, 2017
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DEAR AGONY: A NOVEL

Dear Agony,

You’ve been my shadow, following me through childhood—filling my days and nights with terror and uncertainty. You cleverly disguised yourself as some form of pain or suffering as I grew into a young woman. We were unwavering companions … until I severed our ties.

I traded homelessness on the streets of New Orleans for a luxurious bed covered by the finest linens.
I traded dumpster diving for dinner in the finest restaurants.
I traded myself to a stranger—Bastien Pascal.

I have a good life within my platonic and mutually beneficial companionship with Bash.
He’s my friend. My mentor. My roommate.
Until everything changes.

I’m not supposed to get goosebumps when his hand brushes my skin.
I’m not supposed to be eager for his soothing touch following one of my nightmares.
I’m not supposed to think about what might happen if I reached out to him in the darkness.

Falling in love with him? Preposterous . . . unavoidable.

Agony, why are you back with a vengeance to rob me of this life I’ve come to love so dearly?

I’m finally happy. Don’t ruin this for me.

Always yours,
Rose

In this epic love story, Dear Agony forges a connection between an unlikely pair—a beautiful rose entwined in barbed wire and a shipwreck sinking into the darkest depths of the ocean. This agonizing romantic novel poses some gut-wrenching questions: What does a woman do when the man she loves is planning his own demise? And how far will she go to give him something to live for?

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Bastien wasn’t lying. The man snores. Loudly.

I was awake for hours after he came to my bed. I had far too many thoughts whirling around in my head to doze off.

I’m proprietor of a sadness I hold so tightly, it’s penetrated my very being. It has wrapped itself around my heart in the form of barbed vines, warning people away. I’m buried chest deep in filth—the filth of my vile past. I’m the captain and my pain is forever my first mate.

I wake to find myself held by his strong arms. Encased in his comforting touch. Strangely, even though I’m clinging tightly to the arm wrapped around my waist, I feel . . . safe in the arms of a man. This man. It’s a first for me.

Bastien is still sleeping, his snoring proof he is unaware of our entanglement. I’m glad. I want to savor this close encounter for a while longer before I pull away.

I steal this moment like a thief, permitting myself to study his face and body without his knowledge.

His chest under my head is hard, as is his stomach beneath my hand. There’s sparse hair between his pec muscles but he has a small patch on his abdomen trailing down into the front of his pants.

I gently lift my head so I can see his face. Long, thick, dark lashes rest against his lower lids. Strong, square jawline—covered in dark whiskers, and a few sparse silver here and there, a little thicker this morning than last night. A tiny dimple in the center of his chin. Full, pink lips with a deep cupid’s bow. Straight nose, slightly asymmetrical to the right side of his face. Hmm … I haven’t noticed that until now. I bet it’s been broken. Probably playing football.

Even in sleep, Bastien’s face doesn’t completely relax. His brow remains wrinkled, the shallow crowfeet around his eyes slightly crinkled.

Lines and all, he’s handsome. Extremely so.

And stirring.

I quickly pull away and roll onto my side, my back turned to him before he fully awakens. I don’t want that awkward moment of waking and coming to face to face, forced to discuss what led him to my bed last night.

Minutes later, there’s a brief dip in the mattress and then I hear the soft click of my bedroom door closing.

He’s gone without a word.

I roll to my back and run my hand along the spot where he was lying. Still warm. Scooting closer, I press my nose into his pillow. Mmm. Woodsy. Earthy spice. Masculine.

Savoring the warmth and smell that remains in my bed after Bastien’s departure is something I shouldn’t enjoy … but I do. Very much.

Liking these things isn’t part of our agreement.

Bastien has clearly stated he doesn’t want a romantic relationship. In fact, he’s very much against it, especially with someone my age. And I refuse to ruin what we have. I like him. I think we can be very good friends.

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Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.

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Separation Games (The Games Duet #2) CD Reiss

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Separation Games (The Games Duet #2)
CD Reiss
Publication Date: January 3, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotic Romance
“CD Reiss writes the best erotica I have ever read.” ~ Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hacker Series
Synopsis:

The stunning conclusion to the New York Times Bestseller.

There’s one, unbreakable rule in the game.
Stay collected. Compartmentalize. Think your next move through. Never let your heart dictate your tactics.
The heart is impulsive.
The heart makes bad decisions.
The heart doesn’t see the long game.
Because the heart may have decided to get Adam back, but when the endgame comes, the heart’s going to be the first thing to break.
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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

 

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Pre-Order Blitz – Dared – Kristina Borden

Title: Dared (The Boneyard Bad Boy Series )
Author: Kristina Borden 
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Damien:
 
I am Damien Cole. Manager of Dallas’ Top Tattoo Shop “The Boneyard.” 
 
I play the game by my own set of rules. I discard women left and right.
 
Their only purpose is to cater to my sexual appetite. No woman will ever
 
tame my bad boy ways. I am at the top of my game. 
Summer:
 
I am Summer Montgomery. My face has graced magazine covers all across the world. My looks will deceive you. I am a bad girl with a smart ass mouth and the attitude to back it up. Playing with me is like playing with fire. I will consume 
 
you and swallow you whole. 
When faced with temptation, which of these two badasses will fall first?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kristina Borden is an emerging indie author from Corsicana, Texas. 
She grew up just across the river from New Orleans, LA in a town called Pearl River.
She later relocated to North Louisiana when she moved in with her mother as a teenager. She has one sister, Tracey, who is her best friend. 
She is currently married to her husband Robert, and has a step-son and
her fur baby, a shih-tzu, named Chew Chew.
 
She has been writing poetry from a young age. Two years ago her life was altered when 
she found out her sister was in Stage 5 kidney failure. She then decided to finally 
do something with her writing. Her first book, The Imperfect Gift, is loosely based on
her sister and while it is fiction, a lot of the events in the book are not. 
 
Her love and passion for reading has propelled her forward in her journey to reach 
people with her writing. 
 
Kristina has other current works in progress. As a multi-genre author, she writes what 
inspires her and does not limit herself to one genre.
 
 
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Pre-Order Blitz – Ethan’s Fall – Dee Palmer

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Book: Ethan’s Fall
Series: A Choice Novel
Author: Dee Palmer
Expected Release: 26th November
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They say once bitten… Ethan Cates is anything but shy. A little time away from his playboy playground has hardened his heart and returning from his travels he has every intention of keeping it that way.This summer his plan is for the three S’s Sun, Sea and Surf…It’s just not his entire plan. Three more S’s… Sex, Sex and more Sex. Ethan loves women. He is just not ever going to love one women and this summer he is on a mission to prove it.

Everyone has a story but not everyone wants to tell their story. Ada is hiding and has no choice but to stay that way because she needs to find someone more than she needs to take her next breath. If she is found and identified she knows she will never get that chance. It’s not a life choice. This is self preservation, she’s lost too much but she will never give up.

For the first time since moving to the small coastal town Ada feels isolated in her opinion of Ethan, the towns favourite prodigal son. He is arrogant, rude and a complete arse to her. But, the first time in forever, Ada is distracted by a man who seems to delight in torturing her, teasing her and playing a game Ada can’t afford to lose…A game she can’t afford to play.

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The door handle seems stiff when I realise its locked. What the fuck! I shake the handle and yell.
“Open the fucking door!” I no longer contain my rage not giving whoever has the audacity to lock themselves in my bedroom time to comply with my demand. I step back and with one fierce kick I boot the door wide open. A sharp shrill scream competes with the sound of the cracking door frame and splintering wood.
Not what I was expecting. The trembling girl in front of me, her white knuckles fiercely gripping the handle but her hold is wobbly and she weakly waves my baseball bat at me.I instantly step forward and swipe it from her grasp. She yelps and jumps back against the wall. Her dark blue eyes are wide with terror and I get a sudden pang in my chest that I am causing this distress. I drop the bat and walk to my closet all the while keeping my eyes fixed on her. She looks scared shitless which is understandable. I guess I might look a little scared if some strange naked guy crashed into my room. But this is my room and I’m not the stranger she is. But yes, I am naked and I need to fix that. I pick the first set of shorts I can find and slip them on. I can see her visibly relax and I like that I have done that.
“Who are you?” Her voice waivers but she coughs and straightens her shoulders in a

display of faux confidence. It makes me smile which seems to irritate her.
“My apartment darling… I get to ask the questions.” My tone is clipped. Yeah I can be irritated too. I have had way too little sleep and currently have a hard on that won’t go away. Her eyes keep dipping to take in my tenting crotch which honestly isn’t helping. “What are you doing in here…taking a break from the performance?” She is almost naked herself. Her slim bare legs peek below a skinny T-shirt that look familiar. It’s mine or at least used to belong a girl I went to school with. She must have left it here when she visited from University. It has St Andrews University blazoned across the front and it is far too small to fit me. So apart from my clothing she doesn’t appear to have anything else on…certainly no bra. Interesting.
“What?” Her shocked tone piqued with insult halts my wayward thoughts.
“Are you taking a break from the show I just broke up?” I speak slowly and I know my patronising tone is causing the fury to flash in her crystal blue eyes. I tip my head toward the other room, to the highlight my point and the scene of the crime.
“Oh absolutely…and the locked door is all part of my foreplay!” She crosses her arms tightly around her chest which just lifts her breasts that little bit higher.
“It’s effective” My face fails to hind my amusement. “Rude to point.” I fail again to hold in a laugh but then I’m not really trying. This is the most fun I have had in a long time. She instantly cups the offending nipples with her hands and flashes bright red.
“Oh my God! Sky said you were cool but you’re actually an arsehole!” Her haughty tone, however, is my breaking point. I stride over to her and grab her elbow. She yelps at my tight grip and I easily drag her from my room. There is practically nothing to her, except delicately soft skin under my finger tips, masses of unruly jet black waves and fierce piercing blue eyes. I open the front door and deposit her outside on the landing in her bare feet.I go to close the door.
“Wait!” She screeches. I hold the door and regard her cooly through the gap. “My clothes…all my clothes are in your washing machine.”
“Why?” I am confused but she looks like I have just asked the dumbest question.
“I used you laundry facilities. Sky said I could. I’ll pay for the washing tablet but I need my clothes…you have all my clothes….” She bites her words out and I fight back a grin. She is in no position to be snarky with me.
“Not all you clothes.” I casually glance at the T-shirt she has borrowed from one of my draws.
Her eyes dip to where my gaze is focused and she tugs at the material for emphasis. “This is yours…I just used it while mine where washing. Everything I own is in your machine!” She is fighting her frustration. I can see the way she is biting her cheek that she is just itching to tell me all her deepest desires. No, she’s itching to rip my fucking bollocks off but I like my internal fantasy better.
‘You are right…that is my T shirt.” I cup my hand in the universal sign language of ‘hand it over’. The shock on her face is priceless.
“What? No!” She shouts out indignantly.
“My T-shirt. You either give it to me or I will take it from you.” She takes a step back and crosses her arms once more. It’s cute her tiny frame trying to emanate any kind of barrier.
“You wouldn’t?” Her voice is a whisper and her eyes are wide like saucers, deep blue mesmerising saucers. I step up to her but don’t say a single word. I silently wait…and wait. Her eyes narrow and she huffs. “You’re an arsehole…you know that?” I wait… “Fine!” She steps away creating enough space to roughly pull the T-shirt from her body before flinging it with some considerable force at my face. Not the first time today I catch the missile aimed at my head but this time I hold it. She has cupped her breasts. I was right, no bra. My eyes flick down her body and my mouth slides into the smuggest smile I can manage.
“No…no please.” Her breathy pleas go straight to my cock which would be caged in a pair of loose fitted boxer shorts but she is wearing them. Well, she is wearing one pair of them at least. Even with the tight elasticated waste the oversized underwear hangs deliciously from her slender hips. Her delicate curves no match for the might of gravity pulling the shorts further down her body exposing even more skin.
‘Oh dear” I say solemnly but with no remorse. “Those would be mine also I believe hmmm?” I tap my finger lightly on my chin as if pondering this great conundrum. ‘What to do? What to do?”
“Please Ethan.” My name on her lips sounds…strange…familiar…sexy. I like it and fuck, I could get used to that pleading.
“I’m nothing if I’m not a gentleman.” I offer but just as she steps forward misunderstanding the limits of my chivalry, I push the door closed in her face. I let her keep the pants.

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Always A Choice
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The Only Choice
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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart…Don’t you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.

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Pre-Order Blitz – Run With You – Kandice Michelle Young

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Your scars, my scars, our scars…

A desperate promise

whispered by her lover in the heat of the night. Can it be enough?

Sebastian saw

me at my worst and still he gave me his best. When it was his turn to fall, I

feared I wouldn’t be strong enough to catch him. The choices he made as a boy

threatened everything about the man he’d become. I knew the struggle to keep

his love would be the greatest battle my heart’s had to face. Still, I could

never have prepared myself for what was coming.

World turned

upside down, it was hard enough to live with myself after what I’d done.

Already unable to trust, I was trapped in a whirlpool of newly discovered

truths. How could I live with his wounds when I was already dying from my own?

You can’t

take on my burdens without giving me some of yours in return…

A hopeful plea from

his lover’s lips. How can he comply when telling her means destroying

everything they’ve worked for?

Danielle was

spiraling and it was up to me to reel her in. I could’ve lost it all in a

heartbeat, but it would’ve been worth it if it meant she was safe. Calculated

to the end, I had an iron clad plan to protect her. I just never imagined it

wouldn’t be enough.

The ghosts of

my past were no longer trapped in my nightmares. They were real and they walked

among us, waging war on all that I held dear. How could we win the battle when

we had nothing left to fight for?

Two damaged souls. Too many mistakes. One future in jeopardy…

 

Note: This book is going through the editing process and this excerpt is subject to change.

Excerpt from Run With You:

The lights are off when I pull up to her father’s house in Santa Monica, but that car is in the driveway. I will replace it one day, regardless of the sentiments she feels toward it. Her safety is the most important thing. Someday, she’ll understand that.

Climbing from my bike, I walk to the door, and ring the bell. Ordinarily, I would refrain out of respect for her father, but he works nights. Even if he were home, Danielle has already told me that he’s a heavy sleeper. I wait several minutes before ringing it again. Unless he’s in there with her, she’ll get up and answer eventually. On the third try, the door finally opens.

Peering up at me through sleepy eyes, she says, “What do you want, Sebastian?”

I look down at the perfectly plump lips that make up the entrance to that smart mouth. I’d love to fuck her face until I can’t withstand it any longer. There’s getting head, and then there’s getting head from Danielle Stevens. Crossing her arms over her plump chest, she leans against the door frame. I scan my eyes down her body, and over the exposed flesh of her long legs. My cock twitches as I imagine the various things I could do to her.

Drumming her fingers on her elbow, she glares at me with those Jezebel eyes, and repeats, “I asked what you’re doing here.”

Shifting my weight, to allow more room in my jeans, I say, “We’re going to talk.”

Throwing her hands in the air, she sighs, and curses me in Italian. Her hot-headed temper is one of the many things I love about her. Following her into the living room, I take a seat on the coffee table in front of her. She lays down and pulls a throw blanket from the back of the couch, covering her luscious legs that I can’t stop envisioning around my head. Ordinarily, I would chastise her for trying to cover herself from me, but for tonight’s purposes, it is probably a good idea.

“You have to stop shutting yourself off from me,” I begin.

“Oh, if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black,” she says, rolling her eyes and turning her head away from me.

Dropping to my knees, I take her face in my hands. “Princess, when we are fighting I can’t function.”

“Then maybe you should have thought about that before you told her what I did,” she snaps.

“I had to tell Alana what happened that night, Danielle,” I say, biting back my exasperation and running my hand through my hair. “Why can’t you understand that?”

“What I understand, Sebastian is that you gave her more ammunition for her arsenal.”

 

 

 

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I moved to

New York for a fresh start.  I did not

move here to fall for a man like Sebastian.

Sebastian

Black came into my life like a storm in the peak of the night…dark, raging, all-consuming,

and guaranteed to leave destruction in his wake. From the moment our eyes met,

he had a hold on me. I wanted, craved, and needed him like nothing I had ever

desired before.

The problem

was he needed total submission. From the moment he handed me the contract, I

knew what he was proposing would destroy me. What I had not planned was his

ability to make me crave destruction. I would lose myself in him. Sebastian

knew how to take me over the edge, and before I even knew it, I wanted to go

freefalling.

It was

evident that my past had the ability to destroy us. What I had not calculated

was the power of his to do the same. My dark, brooding, impeccably sexual,

alpha-male had his own crosses to bear. I was not sure I was strong enough to

handle them, or the woman who helped chain him there.

 

 

Run From You

Sebastian

called me his princess, but he was far from my white knight. He was my drug.

One hit and I was addicted to him.

I ran from him to save my life. I kept running to regain my sanity. Kyle would

help me with that. His warmth and familiarity were just what I needed to

get back on track. Beautiful in his own right, Kyle was everything I once knew

to be good about the world. Kyle was perfect for me, he always had been.

Except he wasn’t Sebastian, he could never be. The horrors of my past pulled me

away from him. The nightmares of my present would bring us back together.

Confused though I was, I knew Sebastian was the only choice. The damage done

was great, our love greater. Surviving each other would take everything we had,

but it was the only option.

Every mistake we had made would collapse on top of us, burying us alive in a

mountain of anger and guilt. Neither of us could have prepared for what was

coming. The only way out was through. The question became, would we be strong

enough to make it through together or would our secrets tear us apart once

more?

Kandice is…

…a serial lover of all things pink,

self-proclaimed chocoholic, home-schooling mother, and wannabe yogi.

Her debut erotica novel, Run to You, the first in

the series Run, is coming soon.

Kandi’s love of storytelling can be traced back

to her fourth grade year, when a history lesson on Native Americans became too

unimaginative for her liking.  She took it upon herself to liven things up

by creating a story that was based on half-truths about a self-named Indian

Princess. Kandice is in fact of Native American heritage (her great-grandmother

was a full-blooded Cherokee) and in her own mind a princess, so you can see

where her inspiration came from.  Her story was a huge hit with friends,

and an author was born.

Kandice was born and raised in rural Arkansas,

where she currently lives with her husband and three children. Though, if you

ask her she’ll confirm that her soul is lost somewhere on the west coast

waiting for the day that her body can rejoin it.

   

   

   

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Pre-Order Blitz – Fading Memories – A.M. Willard

Fading Memories

by A.M. Willard

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Contemporary Inspirational Romance

Synopsis

Isabel Nichols’s life

changed in more ways than one through the years. As a young child, she

experienced a loss that devastated her. It wasn’t until she was an adult that

the universe around her shattered. In a twenty-four-hour time frame, she lost

what she’d thought was her world. What followed was a year of mourning, a year

of grieving, a year of darkness. Now, there’s one man who can show her the

light.

 

Dakota Jackson left his

life behind on a whim, moving to a beach cottage away from the big city where he

grew up. He sees through Izzie’s clouds as he gets to know her, with the drive

to be everything that she’s ever needed. The only problem is, Dakota holds the

key to a secret that could ruin both of their hopes and dreams.

 

Passion isn’t always

enough to heal a broken heart; love isn’t always enough to guide you through

the darkness.

 

This is about two souls

that were meant to be together from the day they were born. Two people who have

to figure out a way to look past the memories. It’s the now; it’s living your

life as you’re meant to, loving the one your heart craves. It’s about letting
go of the grieving, learning to be who you are, and accepting life for what it

is.

 

Can

love cure all things despite its hardships?

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Fading Memories will restore your faith in love.” Author Silla Webb.

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While trying to gather my senses,

one of the bags slides from my arms and crashes against the concrete, causing

both bottles of wine to shatter, and the dark liquid to spread into a puddle.

 

“Shit! Real smooth, Izzie.”

Bending down to collect the glass, my face flushes with embarrassment. The

stranger crouches next to me, his long legs folding in a way I wouldn’t have

thought possible for such a tall man. On our knees, gathering glass, we’re the

same height.

 

“Careful.”

His voice is warm and thick, laced with a Northern accent. Somehow he makes the

simple word sound like music.

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A.M. Willard is a true believer of soul mates, and happy ever

afters. She enjoys reading, sailing, and of course writing contemporary romance

with some saucy scenes. Releasing her first novella of the One Night Series on

April 12, 2014 has sent her on a new journey in life. A.M.’s passion for

writing started at a young age, but with the love and support from her husband

of eighteen years pushed her to follow her dreams. Once she hit that first

publish button, she hasn’t looked back.

 

Publications available from A.M. Willard include the Chances

Series, Love on the Screen, and everyone’s favorite, the One Night Series.

She’s also had an article published in the Writer’s Monthly Review Magazine and

was just accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization in May of

2015.

 

A.M. Willard was born and raised in the Panhandle of Florida, but

resides in Savannah GA with her husband, son, two cats, one rotten dog, and her

six chickens. Yes, we said chickens…

 

You can connect with A.M.

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