“My brother was always the brains in the family,” I tell him. “He knew he wanted to work for NASA when he was seven. Crazy. But he knew what he wanted and he knew how to get there. He’s still not there yet, but he’s working hard. My parents were so proud of him, always bragging about his first-place science fair projects to our relatives at holidays. And then there’s me.” I have to take a deep breath.“I’m not as smart as him,” I continue. “I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. I like to draw and write and make things and play video games, but I’m not especially good at anything. I’ve never said it to anyone—not to my brother or even my friends—especially not my parents—but I feel like…” My throat tightens, and I choke out on a sob, “A waste of space.”“You’re not,” Jayse says, patting my back. “I’m sure if they could see you now, they would be proud of what you’re doing.”I shake my head. “They wouldn’t know who I am! They don’t know me. They just see me as a girl who likes to play video games. I don’t tell them about the other things I do, because they stopped caring. If they saw me here, all they’d say is, ‘Why does this girl look like our daughter?’” I hide my ugly, crying face behind my arms now. “I really miss my brother! He’d say, ‘It’s okay! You can live with me once I get a job, but you have to cook for yourself!’ Why wasn’t I nicer to him?”
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
SKETCH BY LARAMIE BRISCOE
A Tattoo Artist - A Husband - An Alpha Male Who Makes No Excuses
Release Date: January 21, 2016
My name is Devin, but everybody calls me Sketch. I opened my own tattoo shop two years ago, and I’ve finally gotten to the point where I’m going to be able to give my wife everything she’s ever wanted. I’m going to be able to take time off and spend a day a week with her. In fact, tonight, I stopped and grabbed some wine, got her flowers, and those chocolates she likes. What I wasn’t prepared for was to be met at the front door by her carrying her shit out. She loves me, but she’s not in love with me anymore. What kind of bullshit excuse is that? I’ve left her alone too often, I’ve been completely focused on one goal, and apparently she’s sick of waiting. So here I stand. Half the man I was, pissed as fuck, because while I was busy making a better life for us, she was under the impression I was leaving her lonely. I know one day she’ll see what I’ve been doing has been for us, and when that day comes… She can damn well come crawling back to me.
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Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin' Country Series. Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She's appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She's been called "a very young Maya Banks" (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being "sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart". When she's not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.
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Meant To Be
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Worth the Battle
Dirty Little Secret
Second Chance Love
Beginning of Forever
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Only The Beginning
One Day at A Time
The Price of Love
Hard To Love
The Red Bird Trail Trilogy
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PASSION BITES by Mary Hughes combines a light, humorous and action-filled plot with red-hot romance. Luke Steel never knew a woman shaking her finger under his nose could be so sexy but when this broken vampire and a driven doctor are seized by a passion neither can afford, they set in motion a chain of events that could prove dangerous to both of them. Readers of SCROOGE ME HARD by Milly Taiden or THE PROFESSOR WOOS THE WITCH by Kristen Painter will love the ninth installment in the Biting Love series.
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Biting Love 9
Author: Mary Hughes
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 8, 2015
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Print Length: 290 pages
Format: Paperback and Digital
Print ISBN: 978-1-61923-214-3
Digital ISBN: 978-1-61923-014-9
Dr. Alexis Byornsson has her hands full in the ER when her patient’s uncle blows into the exam room. Stitching up a five-year-old’s cut is hard enough without a blond god distracting her all to hell.
To say she’s furious is putting it mildly—not that anyone would notice. Not with the legendary control that’s earned her the nickname “Dr. Frozen”.
Luke Steel never knew a woman chastising him could be so sexy. But for the first time in three hundred years, passion stirs in his gut—along with panic. Since his wife was taken before his eyes in a brutal attack, he’s sworn he’d never feel that powerless again.
Almost before either Luke or Alexis realize what’s happening, they’re sharing a blazing kiss that shatters her logical armor and unleashes his wholly unwanted mating instinct. And spurs a closer-than-skin enemy to put into motion a devastating plan for revenge.
Warning: This book contains a hot doctor and a hotter vampire messing up sterile surfaces. The usual rogue shenanigans, but this time covering deeper motives. Hang on to your stethoscopes at what’s revealed!
A click interrupted me, the door opening.“Sorry I’m late. had instructions for me. I’m Luke.”The deep male voice following the click flowed into my ears like smooth whiskey down a parched throat after a long, long day.I admit I was expecting a sleazy drunkard of an “uncle”. But what I got was Blond God Part II and hey, the sequel was better than the original.“How’re you doing, tiger?” His attention was all for the girl.Good thing, because I was in no shape to respond, at least not with words. My own eyes ah-oo-gahed, and my tongue fell out of my head, landing on the floor with a flat splat. Not really, but my reaction wasn’t doctorly dignified in the least.I know that because, in my periphery, openly snickered.Luke was a tall angel of a man, gliding to the exam table with the grace of a tiger. He passed me, revealing a bright blond braid lining the middle of an extremely well-developed back, braid tail tickling his tight butt.Yeah, my eyes leaped out of my head at that, trying to follow him.He glanced over his muscular shoulder at me. Chiseled cheek, sweeping lashes, gorgeous, gold-flecked hazel eyes—burnished by old deep pain.Angel yes, but a tortured angel.I was immediately torn, the woman half of me wanting to melt into a puddle of massage oil to sheen his golden skin, and the doctor half wanting to heal him—or maybe that was the woman half too, because healing suddenly meant smashing his head into my considerable bosom and comforting the hell out of whatever ailed him.Luke’s eyes, on me, widened for a split second. Then he abruptly turned away.Seeing my attraction and rejecting it.That stung. I’m not as beautiful as my younger sister, but I’m not dog barf.Then he said, “This woman taking good care of you, tiger?”The doubt in his voice stung more. I’m a damned good doctor, and I always take the best possible care of my patient.My spine snapped straight. “I have over a decade’s experience in emergency room medicine. Only a surgeon could do better.” Professionalese for “shut the fuck up”.“Then maybe we should get a surgeon.” Luke turned a hard stare on me.I stalked up to him to give him a good eye-to-eye glare in return, but it backfired—at five-nine I’m not small, but he had at least six inches on me. His intense gaze would’ve awled through my skull if I hadn’t already experienced medical peer reviews. I could take scrutiny, even the ant-burning kind. I upped the ante and lasered back.Mistake. It was like challenging a wolf. Hazel eyes narrowed and kindled to red-gold. My cool wavered. A prickle of perspiration ran down my nape when lengthening canines peeked from between his lips.Vampire.
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Game Winner by Collette West
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Series: New York Kings
Playing center field for the New York Kings, Jake Woodbury has one of the most prestigious jobs in all of sports. To the world, he's the good-looking, soft-spoken minister's son who’s survived celebrity without a hint of scandal. But, inside, he's reeling from a secret that seems destined to haunt him forever.Scarlett Moore is one of the biggest pop stars on the planet, famous for singing about her celebrity ex-boyfriends. The CEO of her record label has carefully honed her provocative image since she was fifteen. Sex sells, and Scarlett’s well aware that it takes more than talent to stay on top.One thing is clear: She’s the last thing Jake needs. And he’s the do-gooder jock she should avoid at all costs. But when the game begins, all bets are off.
Later that night, I'm stretched out next to her in bed, still sweating and breathing hard, when she turns to me and asks, "Jake, how many girls have you been with?"I glance over at her. "Where’s this coming from?""Tell me. I want to know."I watch her fingers play with the dark thatch of hair on my chest. "Why?” I stall."Because you're way too good at this," she huffs, rolling onto her back.I press my head into the pillow and laugh, shaking the bed."What?" she cries, slapping my arm. "You are!"I close my eyes, really not wanting to do this. "Four," I mutter under my breath."Four?" she repeats like she couldn't possibly have heard me right. "Four hundred?""No, just four."She sits up and leans over me. "You're kidding, right?"I open my eyes to meet her gaze. "Nope, that's it.""Am I one of the four?" she asks softly."Uh huh."She thinks I'm this raging stud, and it sucks to have to disappoint her.
About the Author
Collette West grew up as somewhat of a jock-nerd hybrid. Entering the world three weeks premature, her dad nearly missed her birth because he had seats behind the dugout for a sold-out, highly-anticipated match-up between two of baseball's biggest rivals. Not to be outdone, her book-loving mom taught her how to read by the time she was three. A love of the game coupled with an appreciation for the written word were instilled in Collette's impressionable brain from a young age. No wonder her characters believe in the philosophy: sports + romance = a little slice of heaven.
Splitting her time between the Pocono Mountains and Manhattan, Collette indulges her inner fangirl by going to as many games as she can from hockey to baseball and downloading every sports romance novel in existence onto her iPad. When she's not clicking away on her laptop, she enjoys walking her dog in Central Park, satisfying her caffeine craving at the Starbucks on Broadway and keeping an eye out for Mr. Right. But above all, she loves dishing with her readers. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
She is the author of NIGHT GAMES, GAME CHANGER and GAME ON.