HELLO FOREVER by Sarina Bowen Review

One basketball game changes two lives forever.

When they were only teenagers, Axel and Caxton were caught making out in the woods at church camp. And afterward, Cax had disappeared from all the youth group activities.

Six years later, Axel is astonished to spot his first love’s face in the crowd of a college basketball game he’s watching on TV—at a school which has just offered him a job. It’s a thousand miles away, in a tiny rural town. But suddenly, he can’t wait to get there.

Cax can’t believe his eyes when Axel appears in the same Massachusetts town where he now lives. And he’s still just as drawn to Axel as ever. But he can’t let himself go there again, because loving Axel will mean giving up everything else he holds dear.
Both men have so much to lose. But as far as their love is concerned, it’s Hello Forever.



Hello Forever was previously published as It’s Never Over. This is a stand-alone novel with no cliffhangers. Readers of Goodbye Paradise will get to check in on Caleb and Josh and their clan.

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Hello Forever (Pay it Forward, #2)Hello Forever by Sarina Bowen

The leads were besties for years. They participated in church events which got them together regularly. After crossing the line into more than just friends, they were caught and had no interaction for years. Now both have just graduated and end up working at the same college. One is a TA graduate student and one does press for the athletic department. Seems like a perfect way to pick back up. The problem is that one of the guys has some family baggage and issues getting in the way. They will have to be willing to go through a lot to be together. Hello Forever is a sad yet sweet story. It’s about two boys becoming men and finding what they want in life. Fans of new adult romance, second chance romance or sports romance might want to check it out.


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Lusting for Lei by A.J. Wright Tour

Title: Lusting for Lei
Author: A.J. Wright
Genre: LGBT erotic romance

SLAVE TO A SLAVE’S LOVE


Deep in France, is Louis a young, handsome prince who will soon be crowned as king and is Engaged to Penelope, who is the daughter of a Duke and a beauty herself. With both parents dead and gone, Louis has isolated his feelings and hates the idea of being king because he believes he won’t have the time to help people. His feelings are awaken, when he meets Lei. A Korean male who was fleeing the war in his own country with his wife and young son. Lei and his wife, Chun was stealing from the castle in order to feed there son and now are sentence to be slaves to Louis. Louis opens his heart up to the family and soon him and Lei develop a friendship. When friendship becomes a passionate love between two people who are star-cross lovers problems arise. Lei feels guilt for betraying his family and Louis feels pressure from his crown and Penelope. Both have to choose between there love or a life without each other. Will love be there regret? 


Excerpt

As he broke down in a sob. He sobs in my lap as I held his warm, nude body that was on the floor. “I hate that I love you so much.” Lei told me as he cried. After he calmed down I did kiss him good-bye and he went to his quarters. I used the bathroom and I cleaned up myself and then I went back to my side of the castle to retire for the night.  My ache for him was sedated for now, but when I went to my chambers that night and I laid down beside Penelope I started to think about what I needed to do. Even though I didn’t love Penelope it didn’t suggest that I don’t at least respect her. I needed to think about Lei and my love for him.   I needed to call of the engagement. Lei may never want me or be with me because he was married and he had a child and I know even though he loved me he still loved them. I couldn’t ask Lei to leave them for me because it wasn’t right, but making Penelope believe that I love her when I don’t is wrong and I could not continue with these lies.   After a few days, Lei was preparing my bath. The castle was empty and quiet that night. I laid in the hot water and Lei was desperately trying to avoid my gaze.
“Lei come here.” I told him.
“No, My Lord.” He said in a defiant tone as he continue to tidy up the bathroom. “Lei, what have I have done wrong?” “Not tonight Louis. Please.” “Just this once, while the castle is quiet.” “Do not try and trick me.” “I am not tricking you. I know you still want me that is why you are shaking right now. Your wife won’t know a thing. Just this one time. For old times’ sake.” “No! It doesn’t end with you.” “Love never ends Lei. It is everlasting. I beg of you just once to do what you feel and not what you think is right.”
Lei got undress and joined me in the tub. I kissed him gently. He was hesitant and unsure, but he allowed me to penetrated him while he was on top of me.
“You can’t keep making me do this-uuuhhh ahhh.” Lei was trying to whisper in my ear, but as I started to thrust in him and gently nibble on his ears he just couldn’t help himself. My ears were filled with his sweet moans again.


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I am 26 years old now, but I feel like I have a writer’s soul. It feels like I have been writing for ages now. Coming up with an idea for a story it is the easiest part. The hardest part is finishing it, especially if you end up getting stuck along the way. Writing and reading has always been my passion. Ever since I was a little girl I have always had trouble dealing with my emotions. I get very emotional. Most of the times I have problems dealing with my anger and sadness.
In my young years, I never had a father. I was the fifth child of six kids that my mom had, but I only grew up with my little sister. All of my other sisters and  brother and relatives come and live in an Island, called “Jamaica” Out of all my sisters and brother I was the only one without a father. I ask about him alot and I think that is what I had trouble dealing with.
Girls needs there father. They need that male guidance and support. My mother didn’t believe that and as a result I became sad alot. My mother disappointed me a lot when I was younger. She would always make promises she couldn’t keep and I remember my uncle telling me ‘when I become older, I have to learn to deal with disappointment’ That was hard for me to accept as a child. I thought why should I accept something that makes me sad? It made no sense to me and that is when I started writing about it. As a child, I always had these different scenarios in my head. I loved everything about love and romance. I would write love stories, but I wrote mostly about my feelings.
Trouble was back then being a kid, my stories would get destroyed because papers would get thrown away or rip. Plus, I was never serious about being an author. My first dream job was to be an actress surprisingly. I first became serious about writing when I was 19 years old. I finished my first manuscript at that age. When I was younger I would always start stories, but never finish them.
I never went to college for writing neither. I graduated high school with honors and I went to college because I was going to take nursing courses to be a registered nurse. Problem was back then everyone wanted to be a nurse because the economy was bad and the only jobs were in the medical field. It didn’t help that it became a number one highing paying job either.
I hated that. I always strive to be unique and different from everyone because I don’t believe being the same as everyone else. Long story, short college didn’t work out. I did went, but I quickly lost my motivation, because for one, I wasn’t going there for me. I only agreed to go to college to make my mother proud. I didn’t have a job and my mom couldn’t afford to send me to college everyday and still pay the bills. Two, I wasn’t happy with my living situation. My mother and lived in a tiny room in a basement. We had to share a queen size bed and men were a very big problem for me back then. So I went to college for three months and then stop going. I have regrets. If I could do it all over again I would have went to college for me. I would have took up creative writing or been a social worker. Instead I ran myself in debt before I even had a credit card and destroyed my chance.
Looking back on it, I don’t know how I survived the trauma I went through all those years. When I was 16 years old I became involved in a very abusive relationship, I was rape at 15 years old in a chruch and then rape again at 19, I was almost tricked into being a prostitute at 19, I enter a string of bad, abusive relationships with African American males and as a result when I was 23 years old I developed PTSD. I never talk about the abuse I went through because when I was younger I was always told I was fat, ugly, retarded, I would never be anything, I should kill myself because no one will care. I observed that throughout my young years and I never thought anyone would care about me or I would amount to anything. Even in school I was made fun of and all the kids would tell me “I act white” The reason they said this is because I was a good girl in school. I did my work, I was disobedient and I talked properly. That to some African Americans is acting like a white person apparently.
Writing was my therapy. To write down pleasant, happy memories that took me out the hell I was living is what kept me alive all those years. I won’t lie to anyone and make it seem like I have a degree in English and this and that and I am married and with kids, I live on a lake and I am a retired now that is the classic biography I read from a lot of writers. So I don’t have a lot of opportunities to become a successful writer because:
– I didn’t go to college from it. Everything I learned about writing it took me nine years to learn on my own.
-I don’t have a career I am successful in. I struggle with finding a job everyday, just as any other person.
– No support. No one ever believed that I could be a writer or an author. I have been told because of where I could grew up and because I am African American I won’t be successful. I barely have a family as I don’t know anything my dad. My family doesn’t care about me or think I should be a writer. They think I am only good enough to be a stripper or working for a pimp, doing crack.
-Not widely known. There is a lot of competition in writing because everyone has a great idea nowadays and now with opportunities to self publish it is easier to make a book and put it out there, even if you don’t have a good editor. I am not know at all.
After listing all those important factors, they seem like reasons I shouldn’t write or be an author. I ask myself sometimes, why would a reader pick an author, someone who has no strong english education, still young, not really known over authors who have Master’s degrees and famous? The only reason I can say is that I have faith in myself. There are so many times over the years I quit writing. It is hard to write and have enthusiasm when you have been doing it for so long and haven’t even reach a stepping stone, but I won’t quit on myself.
Caleb Jordan Kennedy, is one of the reasons why I still write. I don’t have any support, but he is more then my support. I do not know what or where I would be without him today. Everything I know and learn now in life is because of him. He is the love of my life and soulmate. He hates reading and I have had to blackmail him into reading my work, but his love gives me the courage and drive to write. To not give up. To want to be a writer.
All those people who have brought me down in my life, because of the suffering that bestowed on me they didn’t achieve the one thing I think they were trying to do which is break me. I still move forward in life. I still have the strength to get up in the morning and either pick up a pen or sit at my laptop with my hair all crazy, in an extra large t-shirt that falls off my body, with my colorful fuzzy socks on, having only pennies in my purse and I still smile and visualize the next story that I feel will be a bestseller.
I have been throughout a lot and will continue to go through problems. Just a year ago, I was arrested at Walmart for being African American. I wrote Fox news about it and not even they care. I get so depressed sometimes with people finding me a target to cause misery too. It seems unfair. I see the world and I don’t belong here. I don’t like being in a place or being around people that just do harm and evil things to each other. I strive for peace and love. I feel love makes everything and everyone beautiful inside and out.
With my stories and writing I hope to achieve love. I speak to a lot of people on love and I usually get negative comments because no one knows how to love anymore. That is what I want to change with my stories. I want people to have a better outlook on love. Because Caleb loving me is what saved me and my love for writing is what saved my soul. My heart shines through my writing. I want my stories to make other people’s heart shines as well. My dream now is just to encourage people with my writing and talent.



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THE DARKEST SUNRISE by Aly Martinez Release Blitz

Today we are sharing the release for The Darkest Sunrise by Aly Martinez. It is the first book in a contemporary romance duet, and is it available to read for FREE on KindleUnlimited!

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Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Whoever coined that phrase is a bald-faced liar. Words are often the sharpest weapon of all, triggering some of the most powerful emotions a human can experience. “You’re pregnant.” “It’s a boy.” “Your son needs a heart transplant.” Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Lies. Syllables and letters may not be tangible, but they can still destroy your entire life faster than a bullet from a gun. Two words—that was all it took to extinguish the sun from my sky. “He’s gone.” For ten years, the darkness consumed me. In the end, it was four deep, gravelly words that gave me hope of another sunrise. “Hi. I’m Porter Reese.”
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Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four young children. Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person. She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.    
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THE OTHER FIVE PERCENT by Quinn Anderson Blog Tour



Hello, everyone! This is Quinn Anderson, author of The Other Five Percent and the Murmur Inc. series. Thanks so much for following my blog tour. I’m thrilled to be here and to talk about my latest novel, coming out July 10th. Stay tuned for fun facts about The Other Five Percent, an inside peek at writing it, and to find out more about our dashing leading men. Leave comments on the tour posts for a chance to win a $10 Riptide Publishing gift card!


About The Other Five Percent

Logan Vanderveer has a joke he’s been telling since college: he’s ninety-five percent straight. He did some experimenting in school, but none of the men he fooled around with inspired him to abandon “the plan”: meet a nice girl, get married, and settle down, just like his parents always said.

None of them except Ellis Floyd, who aroused desires and feelings that scared Logan. So much so that he abandoned their burgeoning relationship just as it might have become something. But four years later, Ellis is back, and Logan finds himself questioning his sexuality in a big way.

Ellis doesn’t fit into Logan’s plan. He’s happy being a starving artist, whereas Logan has sold his soul to corporate America. Ellis is ripped jeans, and Logan is tailored suits. And, most notably, Ellis is out. But seeing him again is dredging up memories—like how it feels to kiss Ellis, and that time they almost went all the way. With chemistry like theirs, Logan isn’t sure he can—or should—keep ignoring the other five percent.



How I Got the Idea for this Novel

Earlier in my blog tour, I touched briefly on what inspired me to write The Other Five Percent, but I say where the idea actually came from. It’s a funny story I’d love to share with you all now!

I’ve gotten ideas from some unusual sources before—phone games, late night infomercials, my cat—but this one really came out of nowhere. I was on Facebook, of all places. That’s usually where I go when I’m decidedly not working on my writing.

I have a fellow author friend named Jef Rouner, to whom this book is dedicated. He and I have never actually met in real life, but we run in the same political circles and have had many a long conversation about pop culture, nerd life, writing, feminism, Doctor Who, you name it. Although on the particular day that he gave me the idea for The Other Five Percent, he wasn’t even talking to me.

I was creeping on one of his Facebook threads (Jef, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry for cyberstalking you. I’ll send you some brownies in apology). Jef had said something about homosexuality somewhere in the thread, and someone asked him what his orientation is. In response, he said, “I’m ninety-five percent straight.” And in that instant, it was like a proverbial lightbulb appeared above my head.

I was convinced there was a book there. Jef’s phrasing inspired one of my favorite exchanges in all of The Other Five Percent. “I’m ninety-five percent straight.” “Or you’re one hundred percent bisexual.”

I got Jef’s permission to take his offhand Facebook comment and extrapolate it into 40,000 words worth of fluffy gay smut. The rest is history!

Thanks so much for reading, and remember to leave a comment for your chance to win!



About Quinn Anderson

Quinn Anderson is an alumna of the University of Dublin in Ireland and has a master’s degree in psychology. She wrote her dissertation on sexuality in popular literature and continues to explore evolving themes in erotica in her professional life.

A nerd extraordinaire, she was raised on an unhealthy diet of video games, anime, pop culture, and comics from infancy. She stays true to her nerd roots in writing and in life and frequently draws inspiration from her many fandoms, which include Sherlock, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Buffy, Marvel, and more. You will often find her interacting with fellow fans online and offline via conventions and tumblr, and she is happy to talk about anything from nerd life to writing tips. She has attended conventions on three separate continents and now considers herself a career geek. She advises anyone who attends pop culture events in the UK to watch out for Weeping Angels, as they are everywhere.

Her favorite television show is Avatar: the Last Airbender, her favorite film is Tangled, and her favorite book is Ella Enchanted. She can often be spotted at conventions, comic shops, and midnight book releases. If you’re at an event, and you see a 6’2” redhead wandering around with a vague look on her face, that’s probably her. Her favorite authors include J.K. Rowling, Gail Carson Levine, Libba Bray, and Tamora Pierce. When she’s not writing, she enjoys traveling, cooking, spending too much time on the internet, screwing the rules, finding the Master Sword, guided falling, consulting for the NYPD, guarding the galaxy, boldly going, and catching ’em all.

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To celebrate the release of The Other Five Percent, one lucky winner will receive a $10 Riptide credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on July 15, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!



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TWO IS A LIE by Pam Godwin Release Blitz

New Release – Two is a Lie Book 2 in the Tangled Lies series

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Two lies. Two men who don’t share.
I never stopped loving Cole. Not when he left me. Not when he disappeared for three years. Not when he crashed back into my life in a violent explosion of testosterone and fury. His sudden reappearance questions everything I thought I knew, including how I came to love another man.
Trace is an intoxicating breeze of seduction over ice. My rock. My second chance at forever. And he’s committed to annihilating the competition.
The battle that ensues wrenches me back and forth between them. Fighting and fucking. Resisting and submitting.
Together, they entangle me in a web of lies, rivalry, and desire that weaves as deeply as their devotion to me.
I love two men, and if I can only have one, I choose none.


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One is a Promise

One promise. One forever.
One look and I knew Cole was mine. My dark rebel in leather. My powerhouse of passion, devastating smiles, and impulsiveness. When his job sends him overseas, he promises to return to me. A promise that’s destroyed in the most irrevocable way.
Two years later, an arrogant suit invades my heartbroken loneliness.
Clean-cut and stern, Trace is everything Cole wasn’t. At first, he’s a job that will rescue my dance company. But as he intrudes on my life, our hostile relationship evolves. He knows I’m still in love with Cole, but his dedication is my undoing.
Then a catastrophic moment changes everything.
Promises resurface. Lies entangle. And an impossible choice shatters my world.
I love two men, and I can only have one.


Three is a War

Release Date: August 29, 2017Amazon | Other Retailers | Goodreads
Three means war. Three sides vying for forever.
Cole. My first love. The bad boy with the dangerous smile and passionate temper draws attention like a lit fuse on dynamite. But his dark molten eyes spark only for me.
Trace. My second chance. Over six feet of Norse god in a tailored suit, he calculates every move and seizes my hungry breaths with an iron fist.
Me. The free-spirited dancer, torn between two men with no resolution in sight. I tried leaving, staying, refusing, and surrendering. What options do I have left?
I love two men, and I do the only thing I can. I fight.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.
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Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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Deeper by Jennifer Michael Release Blitz


Title: DEEPER
Author: Jennifer Michael
Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser | RBA Designs http://www.rbadesigns.com
Release Date: July 13, 2017
Small towns are supposed to be safe—home to idealistic neighborhoods, free from the ugly that taints the world.
Evil has no bounds though, no matter how high your white picket fence stands. Maplefield is perfect on the outside but corrupt and twisted within.Rylan Pierce and Callen Bailer meet at a club the community doesn’t speak about.
Rylan is running from her past, but baggage like hers isn’t easy to just leave behind.
Callen lives life on the road, traveling wherever he’s contracted and doing whatever necessary to finish the job, regardless of how illegal or deadly.Lust drives them together, but depravity cements their bond.
Two people with tarnished souls will either bring each other light or pull one another deeper into the darkness.

*WARNING*
Deeper is a standalone, dark romance that contains strong sexual themes, extreme violence, and explicit language. The scenes containing these triggers are intensely graphic and very detailed. The themes of death/murder, abuse (both physical and sexual), and child neglect/abuse are heavily present within this novel. This is not a thin warning or a light read.

  
 
Drink.
Drank.
Drunk.
Hours later, more than a few drinks deep and varying amounts of money lost and won, the three of us stand in the lobby of the main floor of the hotel. Tatum hiccups and then clumsily covers her mouth. Rylan attempts to scare her to force the hiccups away. It doesn’t work, and the two of them just end up in a fit of giggles.
“Where’s the room key?” Tatum searches her purse. “I can’t find it.”
“I’ll find mine,” Rylan says.
She begins to search, but I speak up, “Neither of you needs your room key.”
“Oh no, you don’t, mister.” Tatum squints her eyes at me. “You might have defended my honor tonight, but I am not joining your little sex games. I’m going to my own room. Rylan can go where she wants.”
“Tatum doesn’t want you, but I do! Your penis is like magic,” Rylan chimes in, her voice echoing throughout the hotel.
“I’ll remember you said that tomorrow when your smart mouth comes back, but I’m not trying to arrange a threesome. I upgraded your room when I got here. There is a two-bedroom suite upstairs, waiting for all of us.”
Rylan takes Tatum’s elbow and heads for the elevator, but Tatum drags her drunken feet.
“Can you just do that? Change our room reservations without us being there?” Tatum pokes me in the chest.
“Probably not, but I’m more persuasive than most.”
“I bet you are.” She glares at me with drunken eyes and doesn’t even notice that I’ve backed her into the waiting elevator.
“What about our bags?” Tatum asks through a hiccup as the doors slide shut.
“The hotel staff moved them up to our new room.”
Rylan is quiet as we ride, and when the doors open, she and Tatum follow me down the hall and watch as I swipe the card through the lock.
Tatum rubs her eyes and sways on her feet. “Where’s my room?” she asks as she trips through the main room.
I offer her my arm, which she takes, and I lead her into the second bedroom. She dives headfirst into the bed without even bothering to remove her shoes. Her crazy headband shifts awkwardly on her head. Her breathing deepens, and I return to Rylan in the main room. She stumbles, toeing off her shoes, but keeps removing clothing. Her shirt flies over her head. She shimmies out of her jeans and then turns my way as she struggles to unclasp her bra.
“Don’t just stand there! Help me! I want that magic penis, and I want it now.”
“Careful, or you might just make a man feel objectified.”
“Shut up and touch me.”
She finally gets her bra unclasped, and it slides off her body. Her panties are next, but she trips while stepping out of them. Her hair falls into her face, but she doesn’t bother to try to fix it as she kicks the material from her ankles.
She’s kind of a mess, which only amplifies as she lies down and attempts to spread her legs my way. “I want you to fuck me right here on the floor.”
“You only want it right there, on the floor, because you can’t make it to the bedroom.”
“Semantics.”
I laugh. I am so not getting laid tonight. No sex in this fancy hotel room.
I move forward and lift Rylan.
Her arms swing around my neck, and she grumbles into my chest as I walk her to the bedroom, “Oh, shit.” Her nails grip my neck, and she sucks in a deep breath. “Too fast. You’re making my head spin.”
“Sorry, Little Bird.”
Her skin is flush, her hair is a rumpled mess, and her eyes lazily stare up at me as I place her in the center of the bed. Even unfocused, those hazel eyes burn with nothing but heat. Against my better judgment, my cock gets a little harder. It’s inevitable when she’s naked and looking at me like she is.
“I want you, Callen.” She pulls at my shirt.
“Not tonight, babe.”
“You’re no fun!” She rises from the bed and staggers to the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” I ask, afraid that I’ll be cleaning up her vomit in the next few minutes.
“I have to pee!”
I give her privacy but listen in case she’s actually going to get sick. Water starts to run in the bathroom, and when I look to see what’s going on, I find her standing by the tub, which is rapidly filling with water.
“Oh no, you don’t.” I move to grab her by the hips, but it only works against me when she grinds her ass into me.
“Have you seen this bathroom? Take a look at this tub!”
“Rylan, you’re drunk. The odds of you drowning in that tub are high.”
“Come in with me then. I won’t drown if you keep me safe.”
I’m not the man to keep anybody safe.
She kisses my neck and pulls at my clothing. While I’m distracted, Rylan successfully removes my shirt and gets to work on my jeans. I lean in and taste the skin that taunts me. She moans while I kiss along her throat, and my pants fall to my feet. The hot water filling the tub creates steam around us.
Rylan pulls back and licks her lips. “Get in the tub with me.” Her voice is authoritative, but her eyes and lips say, Please.
I step out of my jeans and pull my boxer briefs off. “Let’s get in.”
The tub is huge and can easily fit the both of us comfortably. I get in first and let the hot water wash over me. She follows and sits between my legs. Her head falls back on my chest, and she lets her eyes close.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she mumbles.
I can’t help myself. My hands rub against her skin, and Rylan moans. When my cock hardens against her ass, I let out a groan of my own.
“I think I’m too drunk to fuck you right now.”
I laugh. “You are.”
“This feels really good, though. Keep touching me.”
My fingers rake up her thigh and then brush against her stomach. I touch up and down her skin, causing the water to ripple and stir.
“Where did you grow up?”
“Nevada,” I answer her with the truth without even considering a lie.
Rylan holds on to the outside of my thighs, and we sink lower into the water.
“Why did you leave?”
“I don’t think I’m really meant to stay in one place for too long.”
“Do you miss it? Home?”
“Not in the least. Nevada isn’t my home.” Again, the truth comes, and it feels strange. I have spent the last ten years spinning lies and hiding who I am.
“Do you have family?”
“No.” I hand her another truth.
“Me neither. My family was taken from me years ago.” Her words come out in a faint whisper.
“What do you mean?”
But nothing, except for silence, stretches between us. I jostle Rylan, and she lets out a soft, little snore. As gently as I can, I stand while making sure she doesn’t sink down into the water. I lift her into my arms, carry her soaking wet body into bed, and then grab two towels to dry us. Once she’s dry, I pull the covers over her before sliding into bed. She cuddles in closer to me when I kiss her forehead, and I close my eyes.
I was going to prove I didn’t need the club to get Rylan off, but instead, I think we’ve proven it isn’t just the getting off that we like about one another. That’s a sobering fucking thought.
 
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“Fight Song” by Rachel Platten
“The Show Must Go On” by Queen
“Don’t Look Back in Anger” by Oasis
“Stars” by Grace Potter & the Nocturnals
“Die Motherfucker Die” by Get Set Go
“Cool For The Summer” by Demi Lovato
“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails
“Where Is My Mind?” by Pixies
“Murder by Numbers” by The Police
“Long Way to Happy” by P!nk
“Home” by Three Days Grace
“PILLOWTALK” by ZAYN
“We’re Going to Be Friends” by The White Stripes
“Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen
“World Spins Madly On” by The Weepies
“Climbing up the Walls” by Radiohead
“I Touch Myself” by Divinyls
“Whiskey and You” by Chris Stapleton
“How to Save a Life” by The Fray
“Because of You” by Kelly Clarkson
“Bottoms Up” by Brantley Gilbert
“Bad Things” by Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Capello
“Monster” by Imagine Dragons
“Break Your Halo” by Andy Black
“Heartless” by Kanye West
“LIKE I WOULD” by ZAYN
“C’est La Mort” by The Civil Wars
“Beauty of the Dark” by Mads Langer
“Oh Henry” by The Civil Wars
“Love Crime” by My Darkest Days
“All of Your Glory” by Broods
“One and Only” by Adele
“Holloway Jail” by The Kinks
“Honest” by Kodaline
“Lies” by The Black Keys
“Scars” by Michael Malarkey
“Seek & Destroy” by Metallica
“Dust to Dust” by The Civil Wars
“Good-bye, Stranger” by Supertramp
“Striptease” by Hawksley Workman
“Psychotic Girl” by The Black Keys
“Soul Meets Body” by Death Cab for Cutie
“Die, Die My Darling” by Misfits
“Even My Dad Does Sometimes” by Ed Sheehan
“Green Green Grass of Home” by Tom Jones
“Fade to Black” by Metallica
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As a child, Jennifer Michael dreamed of being an author. Life and adulting eventually pushed that dream down to a mere fantasy, which was where it stayed for years. Then, through a stroke of luck and a Kindle, she found the indie romance world, and the dream that was long ago deemed unattainable became a reality. Writing fulfills pieces of her she lost long ago.
Jennifer writes stories that range from sweet and sultry to dark and daring. Behind her computer, she’s constantly dreaming up where she’ll go, what new characters she’ll meet along the way, and what genre she will concur next.
From her house in southwest Florida, she spends far too much time wishing she were at the beach with a good book. She’s an avid reader of fiction, but is a huge fan of gritty stories with deep emotion or dark twisty plot twists. She’s also known to indulge in guilty pleasure television shows. She gets sucked into the world of characters from all mediums. She loves to hear from her readers so make sure to check her out on social media.

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Length: 57,000 words approx

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Can Tennant show Jared that age is just a number, and that love is all that matters?

The Rowe Brothers are famous hockey hotshots, but as the youngest of the trio, Tennant has always had to play against his brothers’ reputations. To get out of their shadows, and against their advice, he accepts a trade to the Harrisburg Railers, where he runs into Jared Madsen. Mads is an old family friend and his brother’s one-time teammate. Mads is Tennant’s new coach. And Mads is the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.


Jared Madsen’s hockey career was cut short by a fault in his heart, but coaching keeps him close to the game. When Ten is traded to the team, his carefully organized world is thrown into chaos. Nine years younger and his best friend’s brother, he knows Ten is strictly off-limits, but as soon as he sees Ten’s moves, on and off the ice, he knows his heart could get him into trouble again.

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RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers. 


When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

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