If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all. That saying is as old as the hills in Tennessee, where I used to live. And it’s definitely true. I’m a bad luck magnet, at least when it comes to men. Moving to Stone Lake was supposed to be a fresh start. Here, I was going to build a life I could be proud of. Finally put down roots and live quietly. Be safe and happy. It didn’t quite work out that way, but I’m stubborn and I’m not about to give up. Ben Kingston was the first man to handle me with care. He gave me a glimpse of something I desperately wanted. And then, tore it away from me with the carelessness of one whispered word. I don’t need a man to complete me. In fact, I’ve had enough of them. I’m okay with being single the rest of my life. I’ll be just fine with my handy friend B.O.B. Except Ben keeps coming around, tempting me and a girl can only take so much. Ben’s out to prove I can trust him. I don’t trust any man, not anymore. But my resolve weakens when he touches me, slides his hand down and proves buying stock in batteries might not be a good life plan. Welcome back to the world of Stone Lake. Junie and Ben have a bumpy start for sure, but when trouble comes knocking on Junie’s door, will she let Sheriff Kingston prove he won’t let her down again? Complete Standalone Romance “I heard you bought this place. I guess that means you’re sticking around,” Ben says, once he shuts his bike down. “I guess that’s what it means,” I respond, keeping any hurt or anger I might still feel out of my voice. Never show weakness to those that hurt you, I can’t forget that rule. “You’ve been dodging my calls, Junie.” I look at Ben, his eyes hid from me by his sunglasses. I hate that he still looks so good. There should be a law that when a man hurts you he should turn ugly as a mud fence overnight. “No, I haven’t.” “I’ve been calling you and you haven’t been answering,” he says, his arms crossed at his chest as he leans back on his bike. “I know. But I haven’t been answering them, because I don’t have anything to say.” “I’ve been trying to apologize, but every time I see you out, you disappear before I can talk to you.” “Merely a coincidence,” I respond with a shrug. “And the not answering my phone calls?” “Sheriff, I appreciate the gesture and the messages, but honestly, we don’t have anything to say to one another.” “Junie—” “June. My family call me Junie, Sheriff. You and I are just… acquaintances.” “Damn it, I know I fucked up, but if you would just let me explain—” “There’s nothing to explain. You and I are both broken. I just didn’t realize yours. You were trying to force yourself to heal with me, when the woman you really wanted was out of reach and I was just using you to try and not feel at all.” “Is that the way you want to play this, Juniper?” “I’m not playing anything, Sheriff. I’m just stating the facts.”
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There are moments in life when a good thing comes along at the wrong time. Juniper Sellers definitely fits that description. I’m not ready for her, but damn do I want her. She’s a beautiful bird with a broken wing and that spells nothing but trouble. I’m not strong enough to walk away. I should, because I’m as broken as her. She’s fire and sass. I’m a moth drawn to her flame. It’s a toss up which one of us will get burned first. This novella is a prequel story to Before We Fall. No prior books needs to be read to understand this story. Amazon US Amazon Int’l iBooks Nook Kobo A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day. She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose. She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.
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Excerpt 1 I’ve been vulnerable my whole life because of men who thought they could take what they wanted and when. Now, I’ll have witnesses to it. “Don’t do what?” He leans forward, trapping me with his arms. His knee presses into my thigh and I just know I’ll have a bruise there later. I can feel his hot breath against my neck and I fight to free myself. “Do this?” He asks just before he licks up the side of my neck and that’s when it happens. Something I never thought would. Someone I never thought would. Carl is pulled from me and on the ground before I can process anything. Wide shoulders plastered in leather cover my view. Snarling emits from the man in front of me and I don’t know what to do. Terror races through me and my fight or flight instincts kick in. Before I can make a move though, a gentle hand is on my wrist and the wall of muscle blocking my view is turning slowly. All I see at first is anger. Fuming rage, ready to kill. When the fog lifts, I see it. I see him. Crux Malcolm. Savior, knight, killer. I burst into tears of shame before him and all I want to do is run but I’m trapped in his cold black stare as his gaze travels down my body. I see his mouth moving, but I don’t hear anything. Because he knows. He saw. And he conquered. Crux Malcolm saved my life. I owe him everything. “You owe me nothing.” He snaps in his gravelly voice. When I heard him talk the first time, I knew I could listen to him for days. He soothes me in ways I’ve never known. “I owe you everything.” I breathe. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken out loud before. He smirks, and shakes his head, but says nothing else as he raises a hand to cup my cheek. His tattoos run from his knuckles to his neck and what I’m guessing is everywhere in between. They would frighten most, to me I see a story wanting to be told. “Did he touch you?” He’s viciously quiet. I point to my neck and immediately regret it. Crux is not a man to be messed with. From the tabloid stories, to his crimes, everyone knows that. Whatever is happening here, now, Carl is going to regret it. Leaning forward Crux buries his face in my neck and lets his tongue travel in the same fashion as Carl had. Only I don’t feel sick over his touch. I feel a quiver wrestle through me and something tightens in my core. “He’ll pay for that.” He vows as he spins around. Carl’s friends are helping off the ground. “Murderer.” Carl spits on the ground like Crux is nothing. I read in the papers that his family was never able to sue the Malcolm’s for all they worth because they all had their own fortunes. Everything was split when their father passed away and each of the Malcolm boys forfeited their inheritance if they were to be arrested and charged with a crime and found guilty. There was nothing for their family to take. I feel trapped in a vortex of fear and safety as Crux takes a menacing step forward, forcing Carl and his friends to back up. Because they know, even though there’s more of them, Crux is far more dangerous then they’re prepared for. “I’ve killed for her once already; do you think I won’t do so again?” Their eyes widen at his threat. “Touch her again and they’ll never find your body.” Excerpt 2 “What in the fuck?” I’m sitting in the fucking tree outside her room in the middle of the night because my brothers were right. I have that fucking look in my eye. I have the obsession. I won’t apologize for it either. Music blares from a room down the hall from Farren’s and I’m pissed that her mother can’t hear her cries of pain. Jumping from the tree and onto the small balcony outside Farren’s room, it doesn’t take much to jimmy the lock open and climb through her window. The first thing I notice is the massive dresser in front of her door and my anger spikes to an inferno. Her quiet plea’s for mercy stop me in my tracks from tracking down the danger and instead climbing into her bed. Pulling her body into mine, I wrap myself around her shivering frame and whisper in her ear. “I’ve got you pretty bird. Ain’t no one going to hurt you.” I brush the hair back from her face, sweat has it plastered to her skin. “I don’t want to anymore.” I know she’s still sleeping, so she’s not talking to me and I wish I could kill Warner all over again. She begged and cried for him to stop and he wouldn’t. “I killed him Farren. He’s dead.” I murmur, burying my face in her neck, kissing her lightly. “Crux?” Her soft voice makes me smile. “I’m here bird. I’ll always be here.” I soothe. “You saved me.” She whispers sleepily, and I feel her body collapse in relief and hopefully safety. I need to get this girl figured out. She can’t fucking be here when Leslie doesn’t give two shits about her. I need her with me. I need her safe. I always knew I was addicted. For years, I fucking knew. Now I know I’ve become obsessed. The thought of her not being in my embrace guts me in a way I can’t explain. My life is hers. I’ll do anything for her. Even if it’s not what she wants. Excerpt 3 Leaving Farren this morning was a lot harder than I thought it would be. The plan was to wait until she inside the building before I left. I wound up sitting in my car in front of her school for two hours. I only left because Zack was calling me, wondering why I wasn’t at the hospital. I honestly didn’t think I should be since I know whatever defense Carl’s father has will try to convince everyone that I intimidated the kid into falsely accusing the man. If it weren’t for the mix of disgust and fear in the kid when he told us, I’m not sure I would have believed him. He might have even wound up like his uncle. When I had arrived at the hospital, Zack was there with Echo, who, like usual, was the calming presence in the room. As angry as she was about what Carl had done to Farren, she was equally sympathetic because it was clear the young man was tortured by what he’s endured in his life. I listened to his story for as long as I could, but eventually I had to leave. I couldn’t hear anymore knowing that Ren experienced the same gut-wrenching sickness in every moment of her life. Honestly, I’m not even sure how either of them are still functioning members of society. I’ve always admired Farren for her resilience in wanting to go on with her life, to live, when she should have been broken. I never did do any of the things I told her I was going to today. I find myself back at her school an hour before the last bell rings wondering if she’s actually moving forward. If I’m helping her or making her worse. Is this possessive need I have driving me to claim her only setting her back in her recovery? She’s told me time and again the nightmares are what’s killing her. She drowns in the memories of an overbearing controlling man who forced her to do what he wanted. How am I any different? “Fuck.” I hiss, banging my head on the steering wheel of my car. I’m fucking ruining her, and I can’t stop it for a second. Today, when she tells what happened, that’s going to test my resolve because I promised her I’d be there. I swore to her, I would stay by her side. Startled when the bell chimes, my head lifts, and immediately Farren comes running out the front doors, her head down and shoulders slumped. Stepping out of the car, I cross the street and catch her before she turns to head towards what I assume is her bus stop. “Hey,” I murmur as my hands touch her shoulders and she lifts her head in shock. “You didn’t think I’d come?” “Well, I mean. I don’t know. I guess I’ve always just thought it best to not expect anything. I can’t be disappointed that way.” Break my fucking heart. “I’ll be here, Ren. Every single day. Even on the ones you beg me not to be, I’ll be here.” Her pretty blue eyes tear up and my heart constricts. How has no one ever made that fucking promise to her before? Excerpt You realize we’ve never been on a date?” He smirks at me, and my stomach flutters. Riddick is right, we haven’t. We couldn’t go out in public when we were younger since we were forbidden. And now we can; we can do anything we want. Go anywhere. Simply just be. It’s as if time has frozen for one split second. A conversation similar to this one pops into my mind. He said the same thing to me once. How he wished we could go out, be seen. Tell the entire town that in spite of the rumors of his father killing my parents, we were two teenagers in love; and if we could overcome it, then they as adults should as well. We were never given that chance. “Oh. Does this mean you’re asking me out? I mean, I’ve already proven I’ll give you whatever you want, so dating is irrelevant at this point, don’t you think?” He groans, lifts me up and over him. His hardness is pressing into my stomach. I lay my hands on his chest, my eyes fluttering to render my innocence. “Temptation got you fucked last night. Don’t tempt me, my naughty little angel. I’ll fuck you until the only choice you have to get out of this bed is to crawl. So, yes, I’m asking you out. Just me and you.” “Okay. Where will we be going?” I agree. My insides are dancing and jiggling about as I watch him reach up and stretch his arms above his head before bringing them down to grab my ass. I sigh. I fizzle, and I may internally blow up with the detonator button being my clit. “You’ll see,” he utters. Voice stating it’s a secret. Whatever. I’ll go wherever he wants me to go as long as we’re together. “Tell me about these?” I coax those words out with ease as I outline the spider web tattoo around one of his nipples. He laughs. I scowl. “I’m serious. Do any of them have a special meaning?” I ask seriously this time. “I bet I could get off just by standing in the shower watching you wash these.” I trot on seductively. “Same goes for me with watching you arch your back, your mouth-watering tits with those pink nipples begging me to suck them as you wash your hair.” He lifts his hand, tugs my hair out of the confines of the band, and pulls so that my neck is exposed. From USA Today Best-Selling Author comes the first book in a series of standalones in The Saint Series. Riddick by Kathy Coopmans releases on December 5th. Add to your TBR: http://bit.ly/2fuoYsi Sign up to be notified when Riddick is LIVE here: http://bit.ly/2fXkJBy Blurb She told me Heaven would knock on my door one day. That I would be swept away from the hell I lived in. She was right about one thing and so wrong about the other. Heaven came in the form of an angel just like she said. Beautiful. Perfect. An angel. And then. My life became hell. She disappeared. Vanished. I left. Went to war. Killed. All for her. Every face was the man who took her. Every dream filled with her. For twelve years I existed in hell. Breathed in the fires from down below. Until her, the woman on the beach outside of my home. Captivating. Enchanting. Mesmerizing. It couldn't be my Cora, my angel, my heaven on earth. She was dead. Wasn't she? About the Author: Kathy Coopmans Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons. After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist. She now writes full time. She's a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis. She's a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed! Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads | Newsletter signup |
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