Title: Catch Me If I Fall Author: Kay Blake Genre: A Contemporary Interracial Romance Novella A Contemporary Interracial Romance Novella Kasi: I have reached rock bottom. The kind of bottom that is so dark, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. There is nothing, but pain, loneliness and helpless despair. I didn't picture my life going this way. I wasn't suppose to be unhappy and broken. How can someone find the good in me when all the good I had was taken from me? Jae: Helping people makes me feel good. I don't do it for any accolades. I do it because when I needed someone to talk to, when I needed someone to keep me from spiraling out of control, I found it. From the first time I saw her, I knew that there was something about her. I didn't know what, but like a gravitational pull I wanted to know more about her even if she was here only to find some support for her grief. Maybe I couldn't solve her problems, but I wont let her face them alone. Kay writes sassy, sexy and sweet contemporary and interracial romance. She is from arguably the greatest city in the world. (New York). She is a sarcastic sweetheart who prefers snuggling at home with a good book. She is a wife and a mom to three cubs. Kay indulges in strawberry cheesecake, horror movies, Harry Potter, The Walking Dead, wrestling and of course a happily ever after's. You can also find her on several social media outlets by looking up @authorkayblake (Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and Wattpad.) Kay also writes erotica under Nina Gabrielle!
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Title: Chaos And Burnt Offerings Author: Emery LeeAnn Release Date: December 27th Cover by: Lee Ching of Under Cover Designs Tour Host: Be My Book Boyfriend Welcome to Wonderland, I'm no Alice, still wanna play? I'll allow you to enter, but you'll never return the same... Chaos and Burnt Offerings I'm offering an array of the disturbing and a medley of enticing musings. A melange from the macabre to the scintillating. I guarantee your mind will appreciate my mischievous, sexy, deviant imagery..... Emery LeeAnn lives in Ohio with her family. She loves snacking on anything seasoned with cayenne pepper and olive oil and likes to add a touch of flavor to her writings. She believes variety adds spice to your life. Writing in every genre gives her the variety she craves. Her characters like to invade her mind every hour of the day usually waking her up in the middle of the night. Loving the dark and gray side of things, she is exploring her passion and deciding not to settle on one genre to write. There are many wonders to come from her twisted mind in her Wonderland…..she hopes you enjoy this taste of things to come. Blurb:
Fulfill your sensual fantasies with this unbelievable collection of sports romance. 4 Sizzling Hot Books in One Ultimate Box Set! BAILEY - Bailey had been nickname of the score and had nothing to do with his abilities on the field. HEARTLESS CHAMP - Sheridan Rogers is a player on and off the field. He likes the hunt. The way a girl succumbs to his charms is his religion. BROCK - Why is it impossible for Stephanie to get Brock out of her mind? OPEN SNATCH - He’s the hotshot quarterback of his college team, and a playboy to match. HERE is the amazon link for my book - http://amzn.to/2haYsot Title: Misled Authors : Penelope Marshall & Tia Lewis Genre: Mafia / Romance Mixing business with pleasure was not my usual MO as a bounty hunter—until her. She was scared and alone, running from the very man who'd hired me to hunt her down. I knew what he'd do if I turned her over—she wasn't going to make it out alive. Common sense told me to look the other way. After all, no one f*cked with the Sabella crime family—until now. Penelope Marshall Penelope Marshall was born in the Philippines, and raised in Southern California. She picked up writing in early 2016 and instantly fell in love with the craft. Her writing runs the romance gamut from sweet romantic comedies, to tough alpha male military suspense thrillers, with a little young adult, and paranormal thrown into the mix. A good plot twist is what drives Penelope's writing, striving for that jaw dropping moment at the end of each book. Tia Lewis TIA LEWIS’ AUTHOR BIO: Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires, and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release. Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text LEWIS to 31996! NEWSLETTER / WEBSITE / FACEBOOK FACEBOOK GROUP TWITTER / INSTAGRAM / PINTEREST GOODREADS / AMAZON / STREET TEAM Title: Ingrid (Daughter Of The Alvar #1 ) Author: Hannah Warren On a lonely windswept island off the coast of Sweden, there is a place so desolate it feels abandoned by the fates. And yet, it possesses a strange beauty, which summons souls to awakening. This is the Alvar. Its very nature is a contradiction, and it is this ambiguity that calls to Ingrid, daughter to the vicar of Smedby. Raised as God-fearing, she believes in charity, and when Kalle returns unexpectedly to the island community, her instinct is to help him. Considered a pariah by all due to his sordid past, one that saw him exiled for many years, he ventures into the Alvar to live, to escape the censure of the villagers. In this desolate place, how will he survive? Ingrid resolves to help him. No one will tell Ingrid why Kalle was exiled. Her father commands her to stay away from the poacher. Their housekeeper warns her off. Her brother does not know what happened. Her French tutor, Max, is new to the island. The mystery is overwhelming and the only one who knows the truth is Kalle himself. In the spirit of charity, and also curiosity, Ingrid befriends Kalle, hoping to uncover the past, hoping also to help him survive the Alvar. A gypsy reveals to Ingrid that she will lose everything, but the cossetted vicar’s daughter is headstrong. She enters the Alvar despite every warning … and meets her fate there. Ingrid continued to hate her father all week. It increased due to his stubbornness to lift the ban on her imprisonment, or come to talk to her in a reasonable way. All she did in her lonely hours was think of ways to escape her bedroom, a room she had come to despise, and to flee to Kalle. Of all people she knew, he had a tenderness and a caring in him that her own family lacked. And he was fluent in speech, enjoying to converse with her despite his uneducated brain. Knowing her father would keep a close watch on her from now on, Ingrid realised she would have no means of leaving the house without someone escorting her. That’s when her plan arose to escape in the middle of the night when no one would expect her to go out. Outside her bedroom window stood a huge oak tree with branches that reached almost to her windowsill. As children, Johan and she had managed to climb onto one of the branches and let themselves slip down with a rope they had attached to a thicker limb. The rope was no longer in place, but if she tore her sheet in small strips and tied them together, she could take them in her pocket before she climbed outside. Would that be feasible? It seemed like the only way to get out of the house. Apart from being obstinate, she also felt deeply that she had to show her father she was serious about her God as well. He wouldn’t want to listen in any other way. Having all the hours of the night and day, as nobody came to see her in her isolation, Ingrid plotted and planned. At regular times, Mrs Magnusson came up with a tray laden with food and drinks, mostly her favourite dishes, but Ingrid hardly touched any of it as she was angry with the housekeeper as well. Mrs Magnusson looked at her sheepishly each time she set down the tray. She tried to seduce the girl into small talk, but Ingrid didn’t respond. Sullenly, she kept staring out the window, over the Alvar, until she heard the housekeeper turn the key in the lock again. She hadn’t forgotten the harsh words Mrs Mags had spoken about Kalle. The only one who wasn’t to blame and whom she was going to miss was Max. He’d never really given his opinion on the matter. And of course, she thought of Johan, what he would think of her adventure, but decided she’d explain everything to him in two weeks’ time when he came home for Easter. Perhaps her brother would understand her better than their father. He might take her side. Anyway, by then, this storm would have blown itself out and they would all see that Kalle meant no harm. After all, she simply wanted to make a statement, for them to realise how serious she was about this charity cause. Ingrid dressed in her darkest clothes and put on her sturdy walking boots. Fully dressed she got into bed, extinguished the gas lamp and drew the cover over her. She listened as the house became silent. Wide awake, with big eyes and a pounding heart, she tried to lie still, but her legs kept moving because she was so nervous. At some point she thought she was idiotic to go ahead with her plan, but at other moments her anger flared up again and she knew she had to teach everyone a lesson. She waited until two in the morning before she slipped out of bed to put on her coat and wrap a dark shawl around her light hair. She listened at the door; there was no sound in the whole house. Carefully she undid the window latch and opened the window. Fresh night air swirled around her. For a moment she sat on the sill weighing her chances. If she failed to do this and fell down, she would either wake someone up because of the crash or - if she hurt herself - lie there until morning and hell would break ensue. “So you’d better do this right the first and only time,” she told herself as she stretched out her arms to grab the nearest branch. She got hold of it and pulled it towards her. “Now,” she ordered, and for a moment felt her body dangle in mid-air before she managed to climb onto the sturdy branch by using all the force in her arms. “See I can still do this,” she whispered to herself with relief, taking a moment to catch her breath. Stealthily she climbed further down the tree to the branch Johan used to tie a rope. Unrolling the strips of linen, she tied them tightly around the branch. She pulled to check its strength. This is the moment, she said to herself as she climbed down a little further until she would have to rely on the sheet. The distance to the ground was more than three yards, too far to jump. Hanging onto the makeshift rope, she trusted it to hold her weight. Sliding down, the ground came nearer and nearer until she stood on solid earth. She was free. Hallelujah. She checked the downstairs part of the house, but there were no lights. The sheet would remain hanging on to the tree so she could climb back up later that night. Tentatively, she found her way through the dark. It was a clear night with a sickle of the new moon hanging low. A myriad of sparkling stars twinkled in the firmament. A clear night in March meant it was quite cold and the ground was covered with a thin layer of frosty white. Ingrid shivered, cursing herself for not having put on her winter coat. She walked briskly instead. As she knew the way so well, she didn’t hesitate where to put her feet and soon found herself on the footpath that led to the stone wall. The moment she was about to climb over it, she stopped in her tracks and looked back towards Smedby village. All was dark. Nobody was following her. The white church tower was vaguely visible. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure of her plan. What would Kalle think when she arrived in the middle of the night? Or maybe he wasn’t even there, poaching somewhere. What would she do then? She would just have to return and hope she could climb up to her room again. She had left the latch on the window open; if she returned before daylight, she might be able to get in without anyone having noticed she’d been missing. Shaking herself from her fright, she looked ahead towards her goal. What would she say to Kalle? That they were in this together; that she owed it to him to stand firm and withstand her father’s command. She would try to persuade Kalle to come with her to the vicarage and present himself to her father. That way her father could see for himself that the man was innocent and had a right to a decent home and decent treatment by society. She would urge her father to find Kalle a job, maybe again with Martin the blacksmith. Or maybe as someone’s farm-hand. Ingrid became more and more enthusiastic about her project, confident it would work out in the end. After she’d manage to rehabilitate Kalle Ljundberg, she would make it clear to her father that this was the kind of work she wanted to do in her life. She didn’t want to marry. She wanted to devote herself to working for the poor. Maybe set up a school for children that now had to go out and work at a tender age because their parents needed the extra income. That was another of these blatant situations the rich of Södra Öland turned a blind eye to. Papa would understand she needed a goal in life. Max’s lessons were interesting enough in themselves, but didn’t really teach her anything about real life. While she was thinking these thoughts, Ingrid sought her way over the limestone plates and around the low bushes and muddy pools with more difficulty then she had anticipated. She made slow progress and realised the walk was going to take her twice as long as usual. When she finally arrived, she would wait until it was light and then return together with Kalle. The option to return in the dark became slimmer and slimmer. If only he was home to let her in. Ingrid filled her lungs with the cold air and said a prayer. “Lord Jesus Son of God, Have Mercy Upon Us.” She kept praying this sentence over and over and found a kind of cadenza walking and speaking these words. They comforted her and made the cold less piercing. In the distance she thought she saw Kalle’s demarcation wall, but when she came closer she saw it was a herd of cream-coloured cows huddled together. Farmers were free to let their cows graze on the Alvar, where nobody ever came to steal them. Ingrid wasn’t afraid of the animals dozing in the night, some lying down, snorting wheezily as the girl passed. “Hello, cows,” she greeted. Finally she was glad to see Kalle’s territory before her and she opened the provisional gate in the wall. All was silent. She had no idea if he was in the house or not so she called out, “Kalle are you home?” When nothing stirred, she called a little louder, “Kalle, it’s me Ingrid. Are you there?” Still nothing. She walked around the house and tried to peer in, but the oilcloth was attached from the inside and she couldn’t see anything. She knocked on the door, calling his name again. She started to panic, feeling too alone in the dark, afraid, not knowing which way to turn. Desperately, she banged on the door, begging him to let her in, crying now, deep sobs rising up from her chest, suddenly feeling weak with hunger. She hadn’t eaten properly for days. Again she listened. Close by a bird scattered and flew up in the air, its night’s rest disrupted by the noise. A cow lowed, and then the silence reigned over the Alvar again. Shivering and miserable, Ingrid started for home. The haze in her eyes made her stumble and miss her footing several times. She sprained her left ankle and stumbled on, not sure which way she was heading. A low mist closed in around her, steely wet, impenetrable. She was losing her way, she was losing her mind. She needed to lie down and sleep, but understood she would most probably suffer from hypothermia if she did, so she kept going, trying to discern the first signs of dawn, which would have to be behind her. She had to head west, west, ever west. “Papa,” she cried several times, ‘Papa, help me.” The landscape was completely devoid of human activity. In the end she gave up and sat down on a huge stone that had stood fixed in the land since the last ice age. “I just want to rest a little bit,” she told herself, “until I’ve regained my strength.” In 2016 I joined the writer’s collective 13th Sign Publishing where – apart from publishing our books- we publish a free quarterly eZine on healthy living, healthy eating and great reading. When I’m not writing or thinking about writing, you can find me at the paid job at my local university translating stuff and recruiting international students, experimenting with organic food in my kitchen, stretching my old bones in Yoga or glued to WhatsApp exchanging funny messages with my grown-up kids. But writing is the real deal for me. My books focus on female characters who are faced with impossible choices in their lives but still manage to crack it whether they perish or survive. My stories are dark and gritty. After all ‘this life is not a stroll across the meadow’ as Doctor Zhivago already observed. I write both contemporary and historical fiction, sometimes with a dash of fantasy. Title: Pas De Deux Author: Wynter S. K. Genre :Romance Cillian Ronan is a U.S. Army soldier home from a disastrous second deployment that resulted in the death of one of his best friends, and is struggling to take ownership of his father’s historic gym from the money-hungry, unethical businessman he’s forced to work with. Sammi Carnevale is a closed-off young woman with a traumatic past who's trying to rebuild her life and realize her dream of opening her own dance studio. When they meet, it quickly becomes clear how much they need each other's friendship and support. Sammi relies on a dangerous habit to deal with her dark secret, and the pain of the loss of his friend haunts Cillian day and night. Their bond strengthens after all of their secrets are laid bare, and in the wasteland of pain they share, they decide to trust each other. Just when it seems that they're ready to take their friendship to the next level, Sammi's past resurfaces in a horrifyingly public way, and the blame is placed squarely on Cillian. Will he lose everything he's worked so hard for and the woman he's fallen in love with? Will Sammi be able to fight through her pain and the trauma of her past without Cillian, whom she's come to rely on for strength and understanding, when everything crumbles to ash? Will these two broken souls be able to heal apart, or is it only the power of love that can make them whole again—together? Wynter S.K. is her name, and razor-sharp romance is her game. She considers herself a pioneer of the notion that crème brûlée is a good source of calcium, and has the uncanny ability to explain to you, in detail, why wine is basically salad. She’s turned vocal novelizations of her favorite TV shows (Supernatural, anyone?) into a drinking game, and frequently laughs herself into asthma attacks. She’s mom to two furry kids, the Pushy Pomeranian and the Contemptuous Cat. Oh, and you know those idealized, Alpha male, “book boyfriend” types we all love that are super tough and sweet and hot, all in one unfair and unrealistic package? Yeah, she’s married to one. He’s a cop and a U.S. Army soldier, and after over a dozen years together, he still makes her heart go ka-thump. Title: This Radio Love Author: Misti Murphy Model: Cam Bruckman Photographer: Kruse Images & Photography: Models & Boudoir Cover Designer : Clarissa Wild This is Doctor Love, your bad boy of the airwaves. Think you know everything about sex, love, and dating? You don’t. That’s why you come to me. I’ve got your answers, Stalker Girl. I’ve got what you need. Right here, behind this zipper. You don’t want Mister Perfect. You want me. My voice, my filthy words tonguing your ear. And I’ve been dying to give it to you. You’ve been all I can think about. And now that I know who you are, now that I know what you want, I’m going to make you fall for more than my voice on your radio. Think you can handle me? I, Penny Morgan, career driven, self-confessed good girl, wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on earth. So what if I’m addicted to calling you? So what if you caught me getting off to the sound of your voice? I never date misogynistic pigs. I don’t fall for men who try to trick me. And the last thing I want is the world in on our secret. I know who you are now, Doctor Love, and if the public found out I was your Stalker Girl it would ruin us. Penny is a buttoned up director for a reality show called March Kiss Love. Finn is a relationship counselor with an alter ego, radio shock jock Doctor Love. Penny listens to the Doctor Love show and calls in often to yell at him. A chance meeting at a restaurant where Penny is having an awful date and Finn rescues her have both reeling. The next time they meet is on the set of the reality show, with Finn doing voice over explanations and the sparks are still there. But then there's Doctor Love, and as much as Penny wants to say she hates him she is drawn to him. Doctor Love is crass, opinionated and loves his chats with Stalker Girl, as he has dubbed Penny(but he doesn't know it's Penny). The two are so intertwined in ways neither fully know, but when the truth is revealed about both of them Penny runs. When Finn will stop at nothing, including an on air apology as Doctor Love, brings them back together and has both of their true identities revealed. The aftermath brings them closer together when they weather the storm together. This was such an awesome read from Misti Murphy! Finn/Doctor Love is a love to hate, but still love character and Penny/Stalker Girl is the perfect match! Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed. She’s a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life. When she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook. Cover Taken by the Hitman by Alexis Abbott Buy Now ->>http://amzn.to/2gKrWrB Join the Facebook Party -> https://www.facebook.com/events/1144569468991778/ Giveaway -> http://bit.ly/2gx0hHK Blurb Out of the darkest evil will come the strongest love. The Bratva is changing, but whenever there's change, there's resistance. I have to prove I’m one of them or else I’m dead. I wasn’t prepared for what they wanted. They gave me a young and beautiful woman, to defile and break. With a gun to my head, it's not like I have a choice. I've never met a woman like her. Damaged, just like me, but with a clever mind that she knows is a dangerous weapon, and curves for days. Every second I spend with her, it becomes less about business, less about the darkness I'm trying to leave behind, and more her. About us, against the world. We're going to rise above the shadows the Bratva have cast on us. They made a dangerous mistake. They bound her to me in a way that those monsters could never comprehend. She has a part of my soul now, and I have a part of hers. Soulmates, in a way. I'm a bad man, but I'm going to do right by her. I'm going to prove to her that even in the darkness, there's always something worth fighting for. I’ll kill them all for her. When it’s all over, and she doesn’t need me for revenge anymore, we won't be able to walk away from our love. She’s been taken by the hitman, and I won’t let her go. A full length Standalone Romantic Suspense novel. No Cliffhangers. Safe from cheating. Dark romance. Explicit language & swearing. My Review Another great release from Alexis Abbott! Rosie's life has not been an easy one. First loosing her mom at a time when her family couldn't afford to loose her, then having to care for her twin sisters when she was only a child as well and a father who spiraled out of control after the lose of his wife and took it out in Rosie. Now her father has done even worse, selling her to forgive his debts on her 18th birthday. Konstantin grew up on the streets of Moscow and after serving time in prison now Another great release from Alexis Abbott! Rosie's life has not been an easy one. First loosing her mom at a time when her family couldn't afford to loose her, then having to care for her twin sisters when she was only a child as well and a father who spiraled out of control after the lose of his wife and took it out in Rosie. Now her father has done even worse, selling her to forgive his debts on her 18th birthday. Konstantin grew up on the streets of Moscow and after serving time in prison now belongs to the Bratva and is set to take over the section in Brighton Beach, but they want him to continue with the flesh trade, he has other ideas. Thrown together in the worst of ways Rosie and Konstantin forge a relationship that no one would have thought would make sense while they work to rid the filth involved in the slave trade. I love Alexis Abbott's characters, even the bad boy hitmen have a soft side when they find their other half and will do anything to keep them safe, even teaching them how defend themselves. While the females may start off weaker they have a spine of steel that their bab boys bring out in spades. TEASERS
Title: Dirty Hacker: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Author: Tia Lewis & Roxy Sinclaire Genre: Alpha Billionaire Romance Release Date: December 7th, 2016 I dug too deep. Now, I'm buried in the truth. Recent high school graduate and computer genius, Sophie Hanson wants nothing more than to be part of an online hacker group. Spending her life behind a computer screen or with her nose in a book hasn't been all that thrilling. Sophie's ready for some excitement. But how far will she go to get what she wants? When the irresistible and mysterious billionaire, Preston Phillips finally relents and welcomes the young virgin into his prestigious hacker group, things take a dangerous turn. Selling her soul—and giving her body—to the devil wasn't in her plans. Suddenly, Sophie is a pawn in Preston's perilous and erotic games—with no escape in sight. Dirty Hacker is a steamy standalone alpha billionaire romance novel. It's only recommended for audiences 18+. No cheating. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed HEA. Sophie Hanson has been a loner since her best friend moved away at 10 years old. Given her first laptop at 12 years old she finally found a place where she fit, online and learning about hacking. Now after graduation her summer is spent immersing in what she loves when she contacts the Alliance and a man named Preston. What follows is an attraction to an older man who she thinks is teaching her everything he knows about computers and sex, but what she actually gets is so much darker than she thought. Preston likes to be in control and she loves that he takes that control. Sophie starts down a dark path of lying to her parents, sneaking around and breaking the law until the truth behind what is really going on becomes clear. This is about a girl who has never felt like she fit thinking she found someone she connected with and how far of the path she goes before finding her way back. This is not your typical happy ending romance, but the end makes her struggles worth it. I enjoyed this read from Tia Lewis and Roxy Sinclaire. TIA LEWIS’ AUTHOR BIO: Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires, and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release. Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text LEWIS to 31996! TIA LEWIS’ AUTHOR LINKS: NEWSLETTER / WEBSITE / FACEBOOK / FACEBOOK GROUP / TWITTER / INSTAGRAM / PINTEREST / GOODREADS / AMAZON / STREET TEAM ROXY SINCLAIRE’S AUTHOR BIO: Roxy Sinclaire writes steamy, suspenseful, romantic stories as the main genre, and this includes a variety of different topics. Some of these include dark romances, action packed romances, mafia romances, and many more. She currently works in customer relations in New York City, but is trying to fulfill her passion in writing and eventually have her dream job become a reality. Title: To Catch A Flame Author: Lily Freeman Genre: Erotic Romance Publisher: Fifth Star North Release date 1st December 2016 A contemporary erotic, BDSM novel. 112,000 words After PJ and Luke’s final volatile encounter, she struggles to cope, but she’s not alone. Mika and Elliot have moved into her home, her bed—stripping her bare and stealing her heart. PJ’s no longer terrified of the man who tried to break her, just terrified of falling in love with the two men she knows she can never have. Or can she? All it takes is a confession, one little word, and her entire world tilts abruptly. What they’ve hidden from her is the sweetest of betrayals, and PJ’s devastated by it, yet she just can’t fight the pull towards them any longer. The love they have for her, and each other is intense and all consuming, but something’s not right. It’s subtle at first, a word, a gesture, a pair of handcuffs—an exchange of power. Despite her trepidation, her trust in them allows PJ to explore the things about herself that Luke tried to destroy, and she does until she’s faced with a soul-breaking ultimatum. Secrets and lies, wants and needs. Once again, PJ finds herself completely bound by someone else's desires, only this time, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. This time, she’s forced to face her fears so that she can claim the hearts of the two men who were always meant to be hers. A little Band of Red is Free On Amazon Dec 1st & 2nd 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. Lily. |