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B.A. Bellec YA / Coming of Age In his debut endearing coming-of-age book, B.A. Bellec writes about a group of weirdos that find and save each other from the dark depths of their minds. Someone’s Story is literally Someone’s story, as in a first-person narrative of a teenager that calls himself Someone. As he struggles to find a new footing in a new space, we encounter the many ups and downs of modern teenage life, the difficulties that adjusting to adult feelings bring, and a few tear-jerking surprises along the way. Littered with music, mental health, friendship, loss, meditation, advice, pop culture, and even inspiring an EP, there is so much nostalgia, inspiration, and depth here it is hard to absorb it all. Cozy up somewhere warm and enjoy! “B. A. Bellec has crafted a masterpiece of emotive and well-rounded young adult fiction.” K.C. Finn – Author “The variety of personages, situations, and mental illnesses represented allows all readers to relate to this book and take something away from reading! This novel is on our list of all-time favourites!” International Girls and Books “Someone’s Story is a beautiful novel, written in great prose, very descriptive, and filled with insights about life. The author does an incredible job with themes of family, friendship, bullying, and personal development. It felt like I was reading a portion of my emotions and myself in Someone’s Story.” Gobi Jane – Professional Critic @ Readers’ Favourite ORDER YOUR COPYAmazon → https://amzn.to/3dHJU7X
It’s cold. That means different things to different people. To be specific, I haven’t seen the grass in four months. When the wind gusts, my skin burns.
That part isn’t so bad. The part that’s horrible is the wind is kicking up frozen snow and it feels like a person is throwing a handful of razor blades at me. If I don’t dress properly, I would be lucky to survive fifteen minutes. Like actually die. It’s cold. The sidewalks disappeared long ago, so I have to brave the road for the short walk to school. It’s dangerous on these small-town roads. Sometimes, the snow is blowing so hard I can’t see more than a few feet. Scary. When I get to the front door, no one is there. The building is small, so I can see all the way around to the lot behind it. There are a few cars. On a good day, we get twenty. I try my luck around back. The door is unlocked. Once I get in, it looks like a ghost town. I check all the rooms. Not a soul. This place is eerie and unsettling. Maybe it’s the prison bars on the windows and the ketchup-themed school colours. Eventually, in the lunchroom, I find a few of the teachers. As I walk in, I take notice of the room right next to the lounge. It is the tiniest office ever. It’s more like a broom closet. Dr. Drum is written on the door. Funny name. Teacher: Class is cancelled. Go home. The teacher looks again and realizes it is me. Teacher: How are you feeling? Is anyone bothering you? They’re always asking questions like that. I don’t answer. Just sigh because I don’t want to brave these conditions again, but I have no other choice. I slowly make my way along the country road back home, occasionally having to put my back to the wind or tuck my head deep into my chest in order to avoid the searing pain. To my surprise, Dad’s truck is back. Once I get inside, it takes a good five minutes until the feeling in my hands comes back and my clothing has thawed enough that I can take the first few layers off. Dad is sitting at the table. Dad: Hey kiddo, we need to talk. Instead of responding, I just make my way to the table and seat myself. Dad: They're transferring me. My eyebrows raise but I am too young and naive to really understand what that means. Dad: They offered me a good raise in a new position. But we have to move. I didn't want to take it. I looked around. My field is declining. There is nothing local. I am lucky they offered me what they did. My mind races. Someone: I want to stay. Dad: No, we just can’t. Someone: What about my mom? Dad: You know I don't know where she is. Someone: I'll find her. Dad: That's not a good idea. I can hear the clock slowing, but at the same time my heart speeds up. Slower and faster, slower and faster. What is happening? I can’t breathe. I need a drink. I can't move. Why can't I move? WHAT’S GOING ON?! The room spins and I fade to black. 
Author of Someone’s Story and co-collaborator on the music it inspired, B.A. was born in Richmond, BC and raised in Langley, BC, before settling in Winnipeg, MB. His first adventure was a career in Finance, where he spent 15 years developing his business skills. His highest achievement was the Certified Payroll Manager designation. He currently still consults with businesses on their systems and processes. Over that period of time, he also attended film school where he started to nurture his early creative abilities.
A self-starter always interested in research, he taught himself many of the aspects of storytelling through reading books, screenplays and material online. Whenever he found an inspirational piece of art, he quickly went to the source to find the story behind the artist who created the work. It took many years after attending film school for him to finally combine his creative skills with his life experience and tell that story he had been holding back. Some of his favorite creative people: Lukas Rossi, Justin Furstenfeld, Peter Jackson, Stephen Chbosky, John Green, J.K. Rowling. Currently he is pounding away on the keyboard writing his second novel, Pulse. This project is a change of pace and more details will come in a few months! B.A. is also an avid jogger and walker, frequently using them as a way to work on those tough spots in life and his manuscripts. If you found it this far into his material, reach out to him on Twitter and make sure to like and subscribe to get updates on all his future endeavors. WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:Website: http://www.babellec.comBlog: https://babellec.com/b-a-bellecs-blog/ Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/b_bellec Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/babellec/ 
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Love Song
by KG Fletcher
Genre: Rock and Roll Romantic Suspense
Love Song: A friends-to-lovers rock and roll romantic suspense.
She’s got the voice. He beats out the rhythm. But will their passionate chorus be their last?
As a backup singer on tour, Casey lives for the late nights and wild after-show parties. But her world is rocked when a charming stand-in drummer shows her the kind of love she’s only sung about. Except just as their hearts are beating in time, she receives a terrifying text saying her sister’s life is in jeopardy.
Wounded by a bitter breakup, Sam channels all his energy into his new barn-loft music studio. But after accepting a gig with a local touring band, the last thing he expected was to fall for the troupe’s party-girl. So when she suddenly announces she has to leave to protect her sis, he drops his sticks to be by her side.
After Casey learns her abusive ex-brother-in-law has found their home address, she fears her family’s rocky past will scare away her gorgeous percussionist. And Sam worries with Casey and her sibling sharing an apartment, the dangerous psychopath could turn off the lights on both their lives.
Will the musical couple find harmonic bliss, or have they played their final duet?
Love Song is an electrifying standalone romantic suspense novel. If you like steamy friends-to-lovers stories, and darkly topical issues, then you’ll adore K.G. Fletcher’s edge-of-your-seat thriller.
Buy Love Song for a ballad of devotion and danger today!
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Dubbed, “The Singing Author,” KG Fletcher lives in her very own frat house in Atlanta, GA with her husband Ladd and three sons. As a singer/songwriter in Nashville, TN, she became a recipient of the “Airplay International Award” for “Best New Artist” showcasing original songs at The Bluebird Café. She earned her BFA in theater at Valdosta State University, and has traveled the world professionally as a singer/actress. She currently gets to play rock star as a backup singer in the National Tour, “Remember When Rock Was Young – the Elton John Tribute,” www.almosteltonjohn.com She is also a summer artist-in-residence at her alma mater performing roles in musicals for the Peachstate Summer Theatre program, her favorite roles to date being Donna in Mamma Mia!, and Marmee in Little Women the Musical.
KG is a hopeless romantic continuing her work on her original cabaret act called, “The Novel Romantic – an unexpected evening of sweet & spicy love” to help promote her romance novels. As a full-time indie-artist, a particularly thrilling moment was when her Amazon best-selling romance novel, Georgia Pine became a 2019 Maggie Award of Excellence Finalist. KG loves to interact with readers on social media, and is a conference speaker sharing how music can enhance a writer’s experience.
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-- EXCERPT: I glanced down at the blood on the floor one last time and ran through what Carrie had just said. It could have ended so much differently. If Carrie had never opened that door, Kate might still be alive. She might have had a chance to get out the back door and run. But instead, Carrie led them right to her. I turned to go, but a flash of gold on the floor caught my eye. Under her desk was the gold locket that I had gotten her after Raven was born. Inside was a picture of each of our kids. I slowly bent over and snatched it off the floor. The clasp was broken, probably during her struggles to get away. I closed my fist around it, the chains dangling between my fingers. I held my fist to my mouth, kissing the locket. I would not let her down again. I would get her back and keep her safe. I stared down at the blood on the floor one last time, wondering how much of that was hers. I was usually so in command, so ready to push forward through anything, but that had been too close. My life had almost been ripped away. “Hey,” Pappy said, snapping me out of the haze I was in. “Kate is gone. Let’s go get her back. Don’t just stare at the fucking floor.” That snapped me out of it. I nodded and stormed past him, ready to get back to work and bring the woman I loved back to me. Racing out to my motorcycle, I threw on my helmet and immediately dialed Reed Security as I drove back to the property. “Sebastian Reed.” “Cap, I need Becky to get footage of the clinic. It’s been broken into. One man dead, and Kate’s missing.” “On it.” 
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Awakened by Him
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“Open,” Niklaus said. So bossy, I thought. We were on his couch, facing each other as he attempted to feed me comfort food. A.K.A. Haagen-Dazs caramel cone. “Why do you have to feed me?” I argued, finding solace in a possible banter to distract me from my solemn mood. He heaved a sigh, looking at me intently without lowering the spoon of ice cream from where it was—in front of my mouth. “My sweet baby, you are sad and won’t tell me why.” His lips spread in a thin, but small sad smile. “But, this I can do for you. Let me take care of you. Let me feed you.” Tears stung my eyes as I struggled with my emotions. Such simple words evoked powerful feelings in me. All he wanted was to do something nice for me, and yet I remained difficult. So I opened for him, letting him feed me to his satisfaction. I watched his eyes lit up every time I opened for another spoon. The fact that he took so much pleasure in doing something so mundane was everything—the simple things. My heart was in trouble and at that moment, I didn’t care. When he was done pleasuring me with the taste of rich caramel swirl that only Haagen-Dazs could deliver, he sprawled into the arm of the sofa. “Come.” He said, opening his arms to welcome me. And, like a dog hungry for affection, I turned, reclining into him and laying my body on his chest. His arms wrapped around me instantly, and I closed my eyes. I felt safe and at home in his arms. Ashraf and his parents had taken me in when I was homeless; my brother had come into my life around when the well, awkward night with Ashraf happened, and we grew apart for a few months. He’d come in and filled a hole created by temporary emotional separation from Ashraf. But the feeling of safety I felt in the arms of Niklaus was different. He wasn’t filling any vacant space. It was like he’d always had a place in my heart, waiting for him to step in and take his place. I’d never felt more at peace, so wanted, so cherished, and all he had to do was feed me ice cream and wrap his arms around me. Am I falling for him? I wondered. I physically shook my head, wading off the idea, but not before he noticed. I couldn’t very well tell him my heart was wondering if I was falling for him, but that same heart was convinced the answer was negative. So, I said instead, ‘tell me something about you.” He chuckled, the slight shaking of his body as he did so warming me all over. “Am I supposed to believe you haven’t used the school of Google to do your private investigation on me?” “Would most of what I find there tell me anything real about you?” I challenged. “No,” he confirmed with a certain resentment. I shrugged. “Moreover, I haven’t stalked you. I don’t do social media or track people on the internet.” I explained. There was the exception of the night at his parents, but those were for professional reasons directed at his father, and didn’t count. His arms tightened around me like he couldn’t get enough of me. “You, doux bebe are one of a kind.” I smiled. It was nice to hear that someone saw me as a unique being. But, the gag was—he was truly the special one. He’d awakened me, and he apparently had the power to make me feel safe and distract me. “I’ll start. I’ve always wanted a dog, and I will get one soon.” “Hmmm…I think when I was young, I did too. But, somewhere along the way, I forgot.” I laughed. “Your turn.” “I just told you I wanted a dog too. That was my something.” I laughed some more at his manipulative and creative way of deflecting. If I was terrible at revealing things about myself, he was impossible. We were a match made in heaven. But what would that mean for us in the long term? The fact that I was thinking of the future, despite insisting that we were just fuck buddies told me one thing—even if I was unable to admit that I might have been falling for him, what I knew for sure was that I was in trouble. My heart was in trouble.
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Burning for More
-- EXCERPT: “I’ve been watching you walk around in this skirt all afternoon, and I’ve been craving to know what’s underneath it.” I allowed my thighs to fall apart, giving him better access. “Why don’t you go ahead and find out?” I whispered into his lips. His lips crashed against mine, not gentle like before. This time he was telling me just how much more he wanted, and I was so ready to give it to him. He sucked on my lips with such intensity, it felt as though I would become a part of him. His tongue darted into my mouth, in search of my own, and there was a gushing between my legs in response. He kissed me like I was his lifeline, pulling him to safety from the wide-open sea. My heart exploded at the thought. I didn’t just want this man. I needed him. With every fiber of my being, I needed him. 
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Endless
-- Only $1.99 for a limited time! -- EXCERPT: I burrowed into my delicious rocker’s side, breathing in his manly scent, a mix of leather and grapefruit body wash. I reached up to carefully brush a long, chocolate-brown wave from Tyson’s full lips while he slept deeply. His long, silky hair cascaded over the pillow; his square jaw was covered with the beginnings of a beard because he hadn’t shaved in a few days. It made my sweet rocker look slightly dangerous. Gazing at the three small scars nearly hidden in his thick, dark eyebrows, I still couldn’t fathom how tough his childhood was and how anyone could hurt such a beautiful soul. My breath hitched. I tried to memorize everything about him, to soak in every detail of my gorgeous man. I knew I was about to hurt him, and it destroyed me. When I traced my finger over a smattering of his rough stubble, he sighed in his sleep and pulled me in even closer. I held him tightly too, resting my head on his lithe but defined chest and gripped his hip, careful not to rouse him. I wished I could gaze into the pools of his deep-blue eyes one more time. If only I didn’t have to leave him. I was moving to Bellingham to embark upon my new normal, living with a roommate in a dorm and working toward my college degree in social services. Ty’s band departed for their first tour in a few hours, traveling cross-country in a small van for six months. Letting him sleep was important. It would be grueling enough spending long hours in such cramped quarters without the added weight of heartbreak. The least I could do was let him get some rest now. So I laid for as long as I could against my love and listened to his heartbeat. My mind was a hamster wheel. Second-guessing. Third-guessing. Then—resolved. I had been asked by possibly the most influential person in his life to do something for Ty. For his future. As much as I didn’t want to, leaving him now was the right thing for me to do. But it didn’t make it any less devastating. When my tears wet his chest, I knew it was time to go or I’d wake him. My heart seized in agony at the thought of never seeing him again. I wasn’t sure how I’d survive. Yet, I knew that I had to set him completely free, without any ties to me, so he could embrace his shot at fame. Maybe someday Ty would understand why I left him. Maybe someday he’d forgive me.
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Title: Marauder (Gangsters of New York, Book 2)
Author: Bella Di Corte
Genre: Mafia Romance
Release Date: August 7, 2020
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
He stole my heart out of revenge. There was one thing I always thought was mine to give: my heart. I never imagined a marauder would steal it out of vengeance—vengeance that had nothing to do with me. His greatest enemy happened to be the man in love with me, and somehow I became nothing but a pawn. I was no damsel in distress, though. More like an archer, ready to battle. And my target? The marauder himself. Cashel “Cash” Kelly. Kelly might have been as gorgeous as he was ruthless, but he had no idea what I’d do to steal it back. Or better yet, get even. She was determined to keep what was mine. They say hearts can’t be stolen unless they’re willing to be. Tell that to the man everyone on the streets called “the marauder.” Me. Because by the time I was through, Keely Ryan’s heart would be mine. And my enemy’s? As good as broken. Trouble was, the archer was precise with her aim, and her arrow was pointed at my heart. Marauder is the second of three books set in the savage world of the Gangsters of New York series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but they are all based in the same world.Pre Order Today!!
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My eyes made a slow journey to his, and that was when he locked me in again. “You’re a little psycho in the bedroom, aren’t you, Ms. Ryan?”
“Me? Little?” A boisterous roll of laughter thundered from my mouth.
He made it a point to look down at me, proving his point that I was smaller than him. No man had ever made me feel that way before. It wasn’t totally physical, either, and that made me uncomfortable. I had finally met my match. If I ever told him to go to hell, he’d probably invite me along, because he’d been there before.
Instead of hell, maybe it was time that I invited him to heaven. I leaned in closer, putting my lips close to his neck, right over his pulse point. I made sure my voice was breathy, so warm air blew over his skin. “Wouldn’t you like to know how I am in bed, marauder.”
He grinned and then let out a breath of a laugh. I breathed in and then automatically breathed out. I refused to take him inside of my lungs. He wasn’t my air; he was my suffocation. 
Bella Di Corte has been writing romance for seven years, even longer if you count the stories in her head that were never written down, but she didn’t realize how much she enjoyed writing alphas until recently. Tough guys who walk the line between irredeemable and savable, and the strong women who force them to feel, inspire her to keep putting words to the page.
Apart from writing, Bella loves to spend time with her husband, daughter, and family. She also loves to read, listen to music, cook meals that were passed down to her, and take photographs. She mostly takes pictures of her family (when they let her) and her three crazy dogs.
Bella grew up in New Orleans, a place she considers a creative playground.
She loves to connect with readers, so don’t hesitate to email her at belladicorte@gmail.com if you’d like to reach out.
    
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Title: Jacks
Author: Naomi Springthorp
Genre: Contemporary Romance/90s Throwback
Editor: Katrina Fair
Cover Designer: Irene Johnson
Publication Date: August 4th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb:
The first weekend we spent together, I became his Jacks.
When I couldn't have him, I focused on the only other happiness in my life—music.
I went for it. Ego killing auditions. Singing with the cocky bands on the Hollywood scene who used me as a skirt on their stage. My experience was earned.
My journey brought me back to Las Vegas. It's been lucky for me before.
Crossing paths with the soul-crushing love of my life makes me question the promises I’ve made to myself.
Can I have him and the life I’ve been working for?
Betting on Love… nothing else is worth the risk.
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I'm a baseball fanatic and I love music. Everything in my life has a soundtrack. I think that's apparent in my books. I'm not just baseball. My Betting on Love series (Las Vegas Romance) starts with the soul crushing true love story Just a California Girl. Book 2, Jacks! will be out in November 2019. This series is filled with music and features characters that are musicians. It's also a chance to get away from the electronic age--no cell phones or social media in the early 1990's.
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Hollywood Name Game, Book 1
Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 6, 2020
From internationally bestselling romance author Alexa Aston comes a stunning new Contemporary Romance series. Book One in the exciting Hollywood Name Game series has arrived. Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!
Being late to an interview lands her the biggest job opportunity of her life.
He may be rich and successful—but he’s just this side of miserable.
Can a wannabe be The One for the biggest star in Hollywood?
Cassie Carroll came to Hollywood with big dreams that never materialized. Acting isn’t even on the back burner anymore—it’s completely off the stove. Working for a third-rate agent, Cassie hopes to land a new job that will give her credibility, as well as help pay the rent. Late to her interview, she swerves to avoid hitting a dog—and totals the car of Hollywood’s leading action superstar. Surprisingly, she walks away from their encounter with a job—as the sexiest man alive’s personal assistant.
Rhett Corrigan is bored with the movies he makes and the drop-dead gorgeous model he’s dating. He’s afraid that Hollywood has typecast him—and that he’ll never be able to break out of his action mold and try new acting challenges. When Cassie Carroll literally slams into his life, she brings a breath of fresh air and common sense to his world. She pushes him to be a better actor and a better man.
Can these friends become lovers—and can their love survive—in a tabloid-happy town that thrives on rumors and backstabbing?
Hollywood Heartbreaker is the first book in the Hollywood Name Game series. Each book in the series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
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Other Books in the Hollywood Name Game Romance Series:
Hollywood Flirt
Hollywood Name Game. Book 2
Release Date: August 27, 2020
She's Hollywood royalty whose trail vanished a dozen years ago.
He doesn't do relationships and thinks commitment is afour-letter word.
They Google each other . . . and sparks fly . . .
SydneyRevere, the daughter of a famous movie couple, left Hollywood behind over adecade ago. Christened The Wild Child bythe media, she reinvents herself as a serious student who becomes an attorneyand marries a safe, predictable man. When her husband cheats on her and the lawloses its glitter, Sydney returns to Hollywood. Her father hires her tostoryboard his upcoming movie, No Regrets--andthen stuns Sydney when he offers her the job as his assistant director.
DashDeLauria is a rising actor who hasn't trusted a woman since his mother left.He's now the guardian of his mentally-challenged brother. Dash is looking togrow professionally and after he wins the lead in No Regrets, he findshe's lost his heart and soul to Sydney. With both their careers on the upswing,life is sweet.
ButSydney's ex-husband isn't finished with her yet. Discovering who she reallyis--and that she's wealthy--he tracks her to California, ready to start over withher again.
No matter what it takes . . .
Coming Soon
Book 3 – Hollywood Player
Book 4 – Hollywood Double
Book 5 – Hollywood Enigma
Excerpt
Cassie squeezed her eyes closed as she plowed into the vehicle. An awful crunching noise sounded, metal grinding against metal. No airbag exploded because the car didn’t have one. She bounced off the steering wheel as her heart slammed against her ribs. The guy that had stepped out couldn’t have survived the impact. What did they call it—vehicular manslaughter? She would go to prison for the rest of her life. This would be the final nail to hammer into the Cassie Coffin. She’d taken a life and would give up her own in payment. Forcing her eyes open, her jaw dropped in amazement.
The guy was alive.
Granted, he was draped across the trunk of some foreign-looking convertible but she hadn’t crushed the life out of him. Somehow, he’d managed to spin around, quick reflexes saving his life. He came upright and limped a few steps. Great. She must have nicked him. He leaned against the car—what was left of it—and held a hand to his forehead as he turned to stare at her.
Her adrenaline spiked. She’d totaled his very expensive car. Cassie had the feeling the stranger was about to tear her apart. She would meet him in the middle and grovel. Maybe turn on some tears for good measure. Hadn’t Jolene told her that men hated themselves when they made women cry?
Cassie unhooked her seat belt and tried to get out of the car. The door wouldn’t budge. Great. She’d have to go back to climbing in through the passenger’s side as she had last month when the Civic went through a temperamental stage. Or maybe not. She glanced around and saw the crumpled hood, steam rising, and watched as the sedan shuddered, giving up the ghost.
The smell of gasoline began to permeate the air, clouding her judgment. She looked down at her outfit and knew today’s interview wasn’t happening with the way she looked. She’d seen homeless people appear more pulled together. Confused, she wondered what she had wanted to do.
Cassie saw the stupid dog again that she’d swerved to miss. A yapping poodle. The mutt’s owner teetered over on stilettos taller than the Eiffel Tower and scooped the dog up, hugging him to her tightly as she glared at Cassie. Cassie estimated the dog’s outfit cost more than her last month’s rent. The woman didn’t bother to ask if she needed help. Hollywood. It was a different world from Texas.
She reached for her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Nothing else of value to save. Cassie prayed the passenger door would open. If it didn’t, she could always climb into the back seat and get out that way.
Suddenly, he was hollering. The guy she’d sort of hit. It must’ve been his car she’d smashed. If she hadn’t been sure before, she was now. Men and their cars—no one came between them.
Cassie giggled at her flash of wisdom. That was one car that wouldn’t be cruising around Beverly Hills anytime soon. Jeez, what would this do to her insurance? She already had two speeding tickets in the last eighteen months. Her insurance agent would drop her now. She’d be at the mercy of those goons that only advertised on late night TV. They charged an arm and a leg to cover high-risk drivers. She was now a charter member of that club.
She looked up as the guy inched closer, hobbling along, yelling, his arms waving. Breathing the fumes had her disoriented. She couldn’t understand what he was saying. She started to apologize but then remembered her mom told her never to apologize after a wreck because that could be construed as admitting guilt. She was at fault. Big time.
The guy made it to her and tried to yank the door open. It wouldn’t move. Before Cassie could speak, he reached through her open window and hauled her out.
“Hey, wait a minute. What are you doing?”
He mumbled something but all Cassie could do was stare at him. He had the most amazing gray eyes, dark and stormy and full of anger.
At her.
Recognition seared through her. “Oh, God. You’re Rhett Corrigan.”
About the Author
Award-winning and internationally bestselling author Alexa Aston lives with her husband in a Dallas suburb, where she eats her fair share of dark chocolate and plots out stories while she walks every morning. She’s a binge fiend (The Crown and Ozark are favorites) who enjoys travel, sports, and time with her family.
Her historical romances bring to life loveable rogues and dashing knights, while her contemporary romances are light and flirty and sometimes contain a bit of suspense.
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Talk Derby to Me
-- EXCERPT: There are only a few minutes left before the bell rings for the end of lunch, so I grab my backpack, sling it over my shoulder, and head over to them. The lunch tables Vince and I sit at are under a roof, off to the side of the courtyard, but the entire thing is open air. Mari and Albie are sitting in their usual grassy spot, next to a huge tree. There aren’t many clouds above, but I feel like it’s about to rain on me. There’s no reason she’d agree to this, but I have to take the chance. I want that letter of recommendation. Albie is the first to see me approach. “How ya doin’, Chief?” she says in the twenties flapper accent again. She really never gets tired of that joke. “Uh, hey. What’s up, Albie?” She smiles, but Mari doesn’t look up from the book she’s reading. She has the cover wrapped around, reading with one hand. I step closer, trying to see what she’s reading. I’m hoping to make a little comment as an ice breaker, but she gazes up at me, annoyed. “Can I help you?” “I need you,” I blurt out, then immediately cough in embarrassment. “Excuse me?” she says. “Whoa, moving awfully fast there. Buy a girl dinner first.” Albie laughs. “No, sorry.” I shake my head at myself. “I don’t mean I need need you. I mean, I need an in with you.” Her eyes widen. “You need a what with me?” “No, like—” I growl in embarrassment and stupidity at myself. “Sorry. Okay, so, I got a reporting internship with Riverside Tribune. I was supposed to write articles in their business section, but I got stuck with roller derby.” She scowls, curling a lip, staring at me. It takes a full five seconds for it to dawn on me how rude that sounded. “No! Not stuck, I didn’t mean it like that.” “How’d you mean it, then, White Boy Evan?” First of all, I’m a little caught off guard that she knows my name. Secondly, it sounds racist, so that’s what I jump to first. “I’m half Mexican. Only my mom’s white.” “And?” “Well, I’m just saying, you said White Boy Evan.” “You look white.” I hold up a finger. “The politically correct way of saying that is Caucasian.” “Yeah? What’s the politically correct way of saying stop talking to me?” Taking a deep breath, I attempt to gather my thoughts and figure out a way of recovering the bang-up job of an introduction and request. She stares back at me, brushing a strand of green hair from her forehead, then quirks an eyebrow. It’s like she’s daring me to say something else. There’s no time, though. I’m just about to try again when the bell rings. She hops to her feet, grabs her backpack, and struts away without another word, leaving Albie and me behind. “That could’ve gone better,” I say, slumping my shoulders. “Yeah,” Albie agrees, throwing her arm over my shoulders. “You really know how to talk to the ladies, Chief.” 
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