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 Eating the Forbidden Fruit is a gritty fiction novel loosely based on true events in author Roland Sato Page’s life. The newcomer author delivers a personal journey into his rise and demise as a St. Louis Police Officer. He takes the readers on a roller coaster ride of good ole family memories to the nightmarish reality of being a police officer indicted on federal crimes. During his trial, he wrote memoirs as a testimonial of redemption. Roland’s case stems from the conflict of his childhood affiliation and his oath to uphold the law. What is certain is one can't run from sin for karma is much faster. CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE Book Excerpt I left on a Thursday after telling my father to “Fuck off!” Saturday my heart was ripped apart when I was told he died. Wife-”Don’t stay with me for the kids! You can just leave if that’s the reason.” Me-”Don’t you get it? You and the kids are a gift that cannot be replaced. The fact you birth my boy makes me love you unconditionally. Noone can compare. I will always be there for you even if you’re not with me mami.” Talking to my son the night before sentencing- “My baby boy pop’s love you so much. You will grow up to be better than me. Papi might have to go away for awhile but I will be back soon. In the meantime you listen to mama. Be the best you can be in school, tee ball, and as a big brother. Can you do that for pops?” Son starts to cry, “Where you going daddy? You are coming back aren’t you?” Me kiss him on the forehead, “Papi will be right back.”  Author Bio:
Roland Sato Page was born in Brooklyn New York in a military household with a mother from Osaka Japan and a combat trainer father with three war tours under his belt. He grew up in a well-disciplined home with five other siblings. As he got older his family relocated to St. Louis where the author planted his roots and also pursued a military life in the Army Reserves. Roland married his high school sweetheart and started a family of four. Roland joined the St. Louis police department were his career was cut short when he was convicted of federal crimes due to his childhood affiliation. After enduring his demise he rebounded becoming a famed a tattoo artist opening Pearl Gallery Tattoos in downtown St. Louis Mo. The company grew into a family business yet another unfortunate incident tested his fate. He was diagnosed with Lupus which halted his body art career. However, with tragedy comes blessings. Roland’s sons took over the business and propelled the shop to a higher level. Roland consumed with depression began writing to occupy the time. With a newfound passion, he traded visual art for literary art. Website: http://www.authorrolandpage.com Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqyiWVvhSlE Social Media Links: https://www.facebook.com/RolandSatoPage/ https://www.instagram.com/thepearl_tattz https://twitter.com/reppin_bpent Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/author/rolandpage Contact Info: Roland Sato Page / The Pearl 2220 Olive Street Saint Louis Mo. 63103 Phone #(314)-621-1020 Email: eatintheforbiddenfruit@gmail.com
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The Name of Red
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Smashwords Book trailer: -- EXCERPT: The restaurant Ferdaus was filled with a buzzing crowd. The smoke around the people twisted and formed curls, illuminated under the bar lights. The atmosphere was a hazy cloud, lingering against their clothes. Several people came in seeking shelter from the pouring rain outside. The customers of the restaurant turned to look at the entrance door- bell jingling. They glanced at the large crowd coming as the glass door was pulled open, and they watched as someone newstepped in behind them. The woman walked into the bar for the first time in the winter rain. She didn’t have an umbrella on her; her little sleeveless dress ended at her ankles, fully drenched. Her wet dress clung to her body, showcasing the outlines of her curves. In one hand, she was carrying the skirt of her dress. Suddenly, she let it go, and her long, bare arms moved upwards as she tried to fix her damp hair which had darkened in intensity due to the rain. It fell past her shoulders, the strands sticking to her face. She attempted to comb through the tangles with her fingertips. The men watched her movements hungrily, their eager faces drawn to her and at the sight of someone new. Their eyes trailed from her face, to her wet body, then back to the movements of her hands entwined in her hair. Under her arm, she carried a book and a trench coat. It appeared strange she wasn’t wearing the coat when it was pouring outside and freezing in the middle of November. Men were left mesmerized by her, and she turned heads as she walked by. Something radiated from within her, drawing the men around her in. The women who were with some of these men noticed their gaze on the unfamiliar woman. Now they stared at her with jealousy and anger. Who is she? they wondered. 
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The Dark Awakening
-- EXCERPT: They were there in the shadows again. This was the third time this week I had thought someone was watching me. The last few weeks, I’d heard the rustling of leaves and the crackling sound of old fallen branches beneath someone’s feet, or the hairs at the back of my neck would stand straight because I knew someone stood silently behind me. Last night wasn’t any different. I exited my car after an exhausting day at work and heard what sounded like a low, deep exhale coming from the forest next to Lily’s house. I swiftly turned around, fumbling with the flashlight on my phone, but when the light pierced the darkness, the sound stopped. Tonight, it was a silhouette behind my aunt Lily’s fence in the backyard. It wasn’t someone walking by with their dog or a neighbor taking out their trash. They were standing there, staring, as I walked to the sink to rinse my dinner bowl. I wasn’t going to tell her again. She’d just tell me what she’d told me last time I brought it up. She’d say I was just seeing things and that it was normal to feel this way after trauma. “Your turn, Mercy,” Lily said. Her voice pulled my gaze from the window. “I’m coming,” I said, taking one last glance toward the silhouette. They were gone.
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Take Me To Bed
A Collection of Naughty Bedtime Stories
with stories by
Lydia Michaels, Michelle Windsor, Ainsley Booth,
Melanie Moreland, Desiree Holt & Sienna Snow
TAKE ME TO BED
Spend the night with not one, but six leading men from
BESTSELLING & AWARD WINNING AUTHORS
Michelle Windsor | Lydia Michaels | Melanie Moreland |
Desiree Holt | Ainsley Booth | Sienna Snow
The Winning Bid by Michelle Windsor
Billionaire Drew is rich, handsome, and dominant, runs an international chain of resorts and has little time to pursue pleasure so he buys it at an auction held at a secret club. The last thing he expected was to fall in love with a sub for hire.
Almost Priest by Lydia Michaels
Colin is making his Holy Orders at the end of summer. But when his brother brings home a woman, he’s suddenly rethinking his devotion to the church and his loyalty to his family. Big drama in a small town leads to one scandalous, taboo summer…
The Boss by Melanie Moreland
Terrified and on the run, I was lost. He found me. I witnessed his crime and he gave me a choice. Marriage or death. I never expected to love him. But the choices were never really mine.
Personal Delivery by Ainsley Booth
Jana’s got a crush on the new SwiftEx delivery guy, Jake. What they don’t know--what nobody knows--is that Jake Aston is not a regular delivery driver. When the billionaire goes undercover on the front lines to better understand his new company, the last thing expects is to fall for the cute illustrator on his new route.
Runaway Billionaire by Desiree Holt
When Kyle is sent to scope out a tiny B&B on the beach, he’s hardly prepared for Pepper, who launches herself at him with a hot kiss and introduces him as her intended. Maybe she can save him from his matchmaking parents before reality rears its ugly head and nearly destroys it all.
Sweetest Sin by Sienna Snow
She's the woman of my dreams. The one I never should have touched. The one who owns my soul. There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep her. Even play a game, where the winner takes all.
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About Lydia Michaels
Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of over 35 romance novels. She is an iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. She is the two-time winner of the Author of the Year Award from Happenings Media [2018 & 2019]. In 2015 she won The Best Author Award from The Courier Times. She is a five time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.
About Michelle Windsor
Michelle Windsor lives north of Boston, Massachusetts, with her husband and two teenage boys. She writes steamy contemporary romance, has achieved Amazon and Barnes & Noble International Best Seller status, and was awarded the Best Contemporary Romance Writer by Passionate Plume Ink in 2019. When Michelle isn't working on another book, you can find her spending time with her family, her German Shepherd Roman, or enjoying cocktails with her close-knit girlfriends.
About Ainsley Booth
Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. Her debut erotic romance, Hate F*@k, hit the USA Today list in 2015. In 2016, she co-wrote the blockbuster Prime Minister, which hit the bestseller list both that year and in 2017. She also writes contemporary and military romance as USA Today and New York Times bestselling Zoe York. She lives in London, Ontario, Canada with her young family, and spends as much time as possible traveling the world with them.
About Melanie Moreland
New York Times/WSJ/USAT International bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of thirty-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She's learned happily ever-afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
About Desiree Holt
USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Desiree Holt writes everything form romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance,and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.
About Sienna Snow
Sienna loves to serve up stories woven around confident and successful women who know what they want and how to get it, both in - and out - of the bedroom. She treats her readers to enticing slices of hot romance infused with empowerment, and her heroines often find love through atypical circumstances. Sienna loves the life of travel and delights in experiencing the variety of cultures along the way. When she isn't writing or traveling, Sienna is working on her "happily ever after" with her husband and children.
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by Natalie Rodriguez Genre: YA Contemporary Fiction Release Date: May 29th 2020 Summary: Summer of 2006. Four childhood best friends. A family secret. After a strange encounter leaves him hospitalized, a timid teenage boy named Matt “Matty” Smith comes home to a continuous series of events met with anxiety, depression, and PTSD. Under the guardianship of his grandma, Lucia, Matt lives with unspoken questions about his grandfather and parents. The elephant in the room. As Matt develops over the summer, the secrets only grow more profound and complex. Will the answers ever come? While searching for answers, Matt and his three childhood best friends encounter the meanings of love, forgiveness, and fate. 
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Excerpt
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO SEE, as though an ice cube had enclosed his body. Frostbite worked its way down his fingertips, turning bluer by the second.
Something was visible. He was visible to the eye of the silhouette.
Around 5’8”, a silhouette of a man—no taller than the teenage boy––stood in front of him.
“Wait!” The teenage boy called after; his breaths vapored out into puffs of clouds.
He pushed forward
“Come back!”
But the teenage boy was distancing away, not the silhouette. The boy lunged forward and came to an abrupt halt. Somehow, somewhere, in the white frosty air, his feet kept getting sucked into the ground, into the white floor. Winter wonderland.
An invisible force field was amongst the boy and the unknown man.
“Wait!” his voice now croaked. The boy stretched out his arms, but, starting at the tips of his fingers and working its way down his wrists, forearms, and arms––a blaring light shone.
He squinted as the light traveled through the white cloud storm, forcing him to look away.
NATALIE RODRIGUEZ is an award-winning writer, director, and mental health and anti-violence/trauma advocate based in Los Angeles, CA. In 2014, she graduated from California State University, Fullerton with a Bachelor of Arts in Radio-Television-Film. Her first experience in entertainment was an internship at the Conan O'Brien show and Peter Guber's Mandalay Pictures, where she worked at the offices of producers, Matthew Rhodes (“Cherry,” "Men in Black: International") and Academy Award-winner, Cathy Schulman ("Sharp Objects," "Crash"). Natalie was also a panelist at events, including Google, Hispanicize, and YouTube, where she has shared her story as a writer, filmmaker, and a female working in the entertainment industry. Some of her previous writing work can be found in publications such as the HuffPost Blog, Thrive Global, Anxiety Resource Center, Opposing Views, NowThis News, Zooey Deschanel's Hello Giggles, The Mighty, and more. In 2017, she founded her production company, Extraordinary Pictures, focusing on both films, television, digital series, and social issue projects. The company has a list of projects in its roaster, including development on a TV sitcom, "The D," which placed in top-ten for best comedy screenplays at Stage 32. At the moment, Natalie’s second directorial feature film, Howard Original, is in post-production and set for an August 2020 release date on YouTube Premium. The film is based on the award-winning short film about a washed-up screenwriter named Howard, who encounters more than just selling a story, a studio rejection, and writer's block when his pet cat comes to life. Natalie’s directorial feature film, The Extraordinary Ordinary, which she also wrote, produced, and was the executive producer on, is making its round through the festival circuit. The film deals with young adults, mental health awareness, and the aftermath of trauma. The film won ‘Best Film About Women’s Empowerment’ at the Glendale International Film Festival and scored nominations in Best Director, Best Female Director, and Best Picture. The film also had a sold-out world premiere screening at the Los Angeles Diversity Film Festival (LADFF), winning ‘Best Performance’ by the leading actress, Maddison Bullock. Her other screenplays and films have also been featured and placed in the final rounds at HollyShorts Film Festival, NALIP: Latino Lens Film Festival, ShortsTV, Stage 32: Comedy Screenplay, Beverly Hills Film Festival, Culver City Film Festival, Indie Night Film Festival, Hollywood Screenplay Contest, Table Read My Screenplay - Austin Film Festival, and others. Natalie was most recently an ambassador for Jen Zeano Designs (JZD), a clothing company in association with USA Networks. While she continues to build her creative background, Natalie is always open to collaborating with other artists and advocates. Currently, she awaits the publication of her first young adult novel this April 2020, "Elephant," a story about four childhood best friends who uncover a family secret. The book was also a finalist at Clare Books' the Binge-Watching Cure II contest for 'Best Novel.’
Website - nataliecrodriguez.com
His to Shelter
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Oz’s phone rang, drawing his attention. The number meant nothing to him, but they rarely did. If this person had access to his phone number, that meant he knew Oz. “Morgon.” The voice of his commanding officer, now a Navy general, could never be mistaken. Oz still heard his commands echoing in his damn dreams. “General Kilbourn.” A smile spread over his face at this old connection but resurrected a few that plucked his heartstrings as well. “To what do I owe the honor? Have you finally retired and are calling to offer me your brass hat?” “No, goddammit. I call you once in eighteen years and your only response is to grab for my rank.” The harsh tone had Oz snapping his mouth shut on any further comments. “This is no joking matter,” Kilbourn bit off. “What can I do for you, General?” A heavy beat of silence hit Oz before the man replied. “My daughter is missing.” The effect of those words hit Oz like a sonic boom after an explosion. Except this looked more like a nuclear mushroom cloud. Jesus fucking Christ. Rose. “What the hell happened? Where did they take her from?” Tingles shot up from his fingertips to his face, and he realized his blood vessels had constricted with the shock. This was typically the time when people passed out, but he held on to the threads of control. “From somewhere in DC.” “You don’t know?” he practically bellowed into the phone. His voice resounded off the high church ceiling. “No. We have closed circuit cameras showing she left her house around ten-hundred and then went for a run.” Fucking hell. “We can get you the footage,” Kilbourn said. “I can get the footage myself. You believe she’s been kidnapped.” He knew Rose worked as a JAG, who climbed the ranks quickly after she defended a lieutenant and got him out of some extreme charges, which put her services in high demand. Her work required that she dug into back alleyways, uncovering secrets that someone might be trying to keep under wraps. “Yes, she’s been kidnapped. She hasn’t been home in two days and didn’t show up for work this morning. That isn’t like Rose.” “No. No, it isn’t,” he said softly. “Does this have to do with a case?” “We believe so. We aren’t talking about a controlled substance charge and dishonorable discharge—it’s a high profile case of treason, and we might be dealing with groups that can do Rose real harm.” “Does Rose believe this man she’s defending is innocent?” Her name branded his tongue. “She does.” “But she may have dug too deep—stirred up a hornet’s nest.” “Exactly,” Kilbourn grated out. “Oz—I only trust you. Get her back for me.” “I will. In the meantime, do not allow any government agencies to get involved. Those untrained bastards will only get in my way.” “I know—it’s why I called you first.” “I’ll be in touch when I have her back.” Not if. Oz never failed.
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This is my stop during the book blitz for the Mac and Millie Mysteries series by JB Michaels. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 18 till 24 May. There is a tour wide giveaway during this blitz. See the tour schedule here.  The Christmas Walk Caper (Mac and Millie Mysteries #1)By JB Michaels Genre: Cozy Mystery Age category: Adult Blurb: You can find The Christmas Walk Caper on Goodreads You can buy The Christmas Walk Caper here on Amazon  The Valentine Dine or Die (Mac and Millie Mysteries #2)By JB Michaels Genre: Cozy Mystery Age category: Adult Blurb: You can find The Valentine Dine or Die on Goodreads You can buy The Valentine Dine or Die here on Amazon  The Swedish Days Swindle (Mac and Millie Mysteries #3)By JB Michaels Genre: Cozy Mystery Age category: Adult Blurb: You can find The Swedish Days Swindle here on Goodreads You can buy The Swedish Days Swindle here on Amazon   About the Author:I am JB Michaels, award-winning and USA Today Bestselling Author of two series: Bud Hutchins Thrillers and the Tannenbaum Tailors. I have spent my life in the study of story from riveting novels to the slam-bang action-packed world of comics to the examination of film history, I have spent a lifetime learning and examining the elements that make a story incredible. This steadfast dedication has led me to writing stories of my own. I am married and with a son, I have a great love of family. I hope that you enjoy my bestselling books that mash genres from thrillers to science fiction to fantasy! You can find and contact JB Michaels here: - Website - Goodreads - Amazon - Bookbub
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Elephant
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- EXCERPT:
“SO MUCH FOR ‘I’M ON A DIET.’” Derek stuffed another soy sauce-loaded Italian meatball into his mouth. “Shut up, midget!” Jamie retorted and set another pepperoni sausage olive pizza slice onto her plate. “That’s so rude.” Lisa shoved a spoonful of chicken manicotti into her mouth. “You’re like calling her fat.” “She’s the one who’s always saying, ‘I’m so fat! I’m so fat! Guys do I look fat or phat?!” “Oh,” Lucia chuckled, “neither one of you needs to lose weight. In all honesty, you can all gain a few pounds.” She peered at Jamie, who smiled. “Thanks.” It was in the eyes. “Well.” Matt chewed off his last bite of a sweet and spicy boneless chicken wing from the sticky orange sauce on his fingers. “Who’s next?” “Mine.” Jamie handed over a sealed envelope. On the front, “MATTY” was handwritten in bold navy-blue ink. “Thanks.” As soon as their hands brushed, a shock of electricity ran through his body. “Uh, thanks.” It was all he had thought of—that spark between them and taking an extra look at Jamie; her eyes were still on him like a hawk’s. Everyone sat at the edge of their dining chairs. Lucia took a sip from her glass of red wine, as she leveled up the digital camera in the other hand (mad pro skills). Matt glanced at their eager faces, although Derek’s big ol’ goofy grin held his attention for a moment longer. The boy sure had some crooked ass teeth, to be truthful. It was also unsettling that Derek’s grin grew wider like a mannequin in a window display and not the pretty looking ones either; more of the Stepford wives with clown makeup and pumped lips and cheekbones. Matt opened the envelope and into his hands spilled two gift cards: Tillys, and iTunes. For some reason, he sighed with relief. “See.” Jamie leaned back in her chair. “I can follow your crazy, ‘Only gift cards’ rule. We all remember last year.” Lucia snorted and covered her mouth to prevent the wine from spilling out. But a few splashes sputtered through her nostrils. “Yeah,” Lisa added on, “those clothes were all baggy in the wrong places.” “You looked like a damn hobo!” Derek cackled. “Thanks, Jam,” Matt said with a bit overzealous smile. Shit, he thought to himself. Motherfuckin’ shit. He turned away and placed her gift on the small pile: gift cards Derek got him for Chick’s Sporting Goods and Best Buy with Target and Starbucks gift cards Lisa got him. “Thank you…” “Anytime, Matty.” And that time, Jamie smiled back. Holy, moly! She had pretty little teeth too. “I’m done!” Derek backed up his chair and unbuttoned his Levis to air out his potbelly. That was when Jamie broke focus with Matt. “Derek—put that thing away!” she screeched. “Mini Buddha’s belly!” Lisa chanted and wiggled her arms over her head like a gorilla. “Derek…” “Sorry, Lucia.” He scooted his chair back in, which gave the floor a few squeaks, so the red tablecloth concealed his stomach—his VERY pale, sole patched, Buddha’s belly. “Well, I don’t know about you four but I’m tired.” Lucia swayed to her feet; her fingers went white as she clutched a hold of her glass. Matt eyed that second empty wine glass like it would come alive. “I’ll see you all.” “Wait,” Derek interjected. “Aren’t we supposed to—” “SHHHHH…” They had their fingers pressed to their lips. Jamie and Lisa even glowered his way. Matt’s eyes broadened with horror, as his head drooped closer to the table. It was done, all over. Clueless at first, Derek’s eyes shot wide open as though struck by lightning. “OH—” “SHHHHH!” “Matt,” Lucia said, her speech troublesome. “is this…” The pieces of confetti on the table were shinier than ever. Matt rolled one of them between his thumb and middle finger. The confetti was a lustrous blue circle, although it felt like blazing hot fire. The creators of confetti had it all wrong. They should have been red—a mighty, burning passionless red. “Matt…” “I want you to…” On that last deep breath, he looked up at his grandma. “We’re going to the cemetery—” “Goodnight, Matt—” “Why don’t you ever want to talk about it?!” Jamie, Derek, and Lisa moved robotically. The lower halves of their bodies went paralyzed, as their eyes rolled side to side to catch glimpses of each other and the Smiths. By now, Matt was on his feet, his fists planted on the table. The tablecloth was scrunched up as he leaned forward, steadying his balance on his elbows. His pulse raced throughout his body, rigid as stone and hot as lava. “Why can’t you let it go,” he pled unintentionally. “I did.” “Matt, I’m very…” Her back was to them. Lucia lingered in the dining room archway, but by the sniffles and refusal to turn around, it was obvious. She did everything she could to cover up the waterworks; she even tugged at her sleeve (long sleeves shirts were all she ever wore). “I’m very tired. I’ll see you in the morning.” Off her glance, she was gone. Her red sea of swimming pool-eyes was no longer in their sight. His sight. Jamie, Derek, and Lisa averted their attention away from Matt. Suddenly, he felt…funny. Something seemed to boil at the pit of his stomach. Whatever it was, it shot up to his chest and formed a sour taste in the back of his mouth, like he had just eaten something spoiled, weeks after its expiration date. “Matty…” Her fingers drifted over his fist like a cloak. Matt’s fingers unfolded, but he refused to look at her. It was obvious—the strain and worry look in her eyes, as she caressed his hand. His shoulders shot up, about an inch from touching his earlobes. The twinge of sorrow prolonged in his eyes and strengthened the veins to pop right out; red, so very red from the haggardness and stress, all from another wasted amount of energy from a big waste of time. Every year, he thought to himself. Every year on my birthday.
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Title: For All the Right Reasons
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: Friends to Lovers Romance
Cover Designer: Cover Me, Darling
Publication Date: May 18th, 2020
Blurb:
Sometimes love shatters the best-laid plans.
A fling.
Our little secret.
It was fun. He was available, with a sharp tongue and a killer body.
My attraction was palpable. I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull I felt anytime he was around. And to be honest, I didn’t want to.
But like all good things, our tryst came to an end.
Even though our time between the sheets may have been over that didn’t mean I wasn’t still attracted to him. It didn’t erase the fact I dreamed of him at night and remembered our time together fondly.
Because if there’s one thing I can say for sure about Nathan, it’s that he’s unforgettable. In more ways than one.
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The Honest Liar
-- EXCERPT: The front door of the business opened and people spilled out of the building. All men. All toting the “thug” look. Shifty eyes. Mean expressions. Most under thirty and dressed in low-slung jeans and Tees. They strode to their cars, and the parking lot emptied out. There was no sign of Rafael Ortiz. Keith cleared his throat. “Are you sure he’s here?” “Well, this is his car…” I trailed off as the door opened again, and Rafael emerged from the building. “Shit,” Keith whispered, his mouth gaping open. Yeah, shit was right. Rafael moved slowly, limping as he headed toward us. His face sported numerous cuts and rapidly forming bruises, his left eye was puffy and swollen shut, and bloody tissues plugged his nostrils. He looked hideous. Like he’d taken one hell of a serious beating. I flinched in sympathy. Oh, what a shame to see that beautiful face marred like that. His open right eye focused on me as he halted before us. “What the hell happened to you?” I blurted. His cut lip twitched in a smirk. “Thank you for asking, Detective. Here I thought you didn’t care about me, except to find reasons to arrest me.” Keith snickered. “That’s not true.” My face heated. Was I really that rude to him? He glanced at Keith. “How did you get dragged into her persecution of me? I thought you were my friend.” Keith reddened. “I simply offered to be her backup since her partner is out sick today. That’s all.” “I’m not persecuting you,” I denied. “I was just following a lead. I know you’re up to something. All those men who just left here are associated with a cartel.” Rafael grunted, his right eye centering on me again. “So, once again, I’m guilty by association? This is a gym, Detective. People come here to work out all the time. To fight. To smooth out their issues.” I huffed. “Well, you obviously just got your ass kicked. Did you get your issues worked out? You look like shit.” He chuckled softly, wincing in pain. “Oh, you got it all wrong, Detective. I didn’t get my ass kicked. I won.” 
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