Tuesday 20 May 2014




★ On the Way Home 

Author: Skye Warren

Release Date: May 20, 2014

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18364344-on-the-way-home?ac=1

 

Synopsis

 

Clint

For eight months Ive been deep under cover as a special operator in the Army. On the plane ride home, all I want is a hot shower and a long sleep. But a Dear John text message leaves me stranded. I need a ride and a place to stay, and the pretty stewardess is more than willing.

 

Della

Its supposed to be a simple tradethe passenger in seat 34B for my sister. But the sexy soldier is more than I can handle in all the best ways. He trusts me, but I cant save him. No one can. Sometimes trouble has a way of following you home.

 

On the Way Home is a dark new adult romance intended for readers over eighteen.

 

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Excerpt:

 

I could be comfortable strapped into a Chinook, with full body armor and another hundred fifty pounds of equipment on top of that. I could HALO down to a cross-fire insertion, no problem. But flying coach on a standard commercial airline was killer.

 

Everything seemed tiny, as if Id walked onto a display version of a real airplane. My legs were folded like a pretzel to fit into the small amount of legroom. My head cleared the headrest by almost a foot. And my body jutted into the aisle, but there was nothing to do about that without pushing into my buddy James beside me.

 

The pretty stewardess walked by, her hip brushing my shoulder.

 

Im sorry,” she murmured.

 

Della, her name tag read. She was slender and careful, but that didnt matter when I was taking up half the aisle with my shoulder.

 

My fault,” I managed to say. It came out more like a rumble.

 

The lightest whisper of cloth, her blue uniform against my fatigues. A wisp of heat and a faint smell of peaches. It was too much. As if I were goddamned Sleeping Beauty, my dick woke the hell up.

 

She smiled then, and it was way too late to pretend I wasnt getting hot at the sight of her.

 

Jesus, those lips. And the little upturned smile, the one that said she knew exactly what I was thinking.

 

Well, maybe not exactly. No way were her thoughts as desperate as mine. Eight months away from the States had taken its toll, with not even enough time or energy to beat off with regularity.

 

No privacy, either, but then we didnt care about that. You couldnt be fastidious in a godforsaken jungle. They send a bunch of eighteen-year-old testosterone junkies into the wild, what else is gonna happen? Thered been a time wed all go into a firefight, walk out with no bullet holes, then head back to our bunks and jack off like we were synchronized swimming.

 

Not this time, though.

 

After our first two tours in Afghanistan, James and I got picked up to work as part of a joint task force. Guess we impressed somebody. We couldnt even drink back thenat least, not legallybut we were handed some of the most lethal weapons and secretive recording equipment in use.

 

Since then we had continued to fight, but not on any sanctioned battlefield. Our ops were secretive and lethal and mostly not even acknowledged by the US government. We lived and worked in the darkest parts of the world, then came home on leave so we could remember why we did it.

 

My twenty-third birthday had come and gone, spent with some of the most disgusting human beings Id ever met and had to pretend like I was their new best friend. I shuddered just remembering some of the things Id witnessed, unable to do anything without blowing my cover. Id seen some bad shit in my life, but nothing compared to those sights. When I closed my eyes, I could still see those young girls. Way too young. I wanted to wash myself off just for being around that, even if we had taken it down in the end.

 

Mission accomplished. Go home.

 

So it was a real fucking surprise when my body was suddenly interested in the sweet-smelling, hot-as-hell stewardess.

 

Can I get you something?” she asked. Water? A soda?

 

Suddenly my mouth was dry. No, thanks.

 

She smiled again. God, she really needed to stop that. I think I can rustle up some pretzels if you ask nicely?

 

Nope, wasnt doing that.

 

I could use some pretzels,” James said from beside me.

 

Really? Nah, were good. Dont worry about us.

 

All right. You boys let me know.” She sauntered off, leaving both James and I staring. Man, that skirt hugged her so nicely

 

What the hell was that for?” James said. She wouldve come back.

 

And then what, asshole? Youve got Rachel.

 

And youve got… whats her name? Chelsea.

 

Yeah,” I lied. Id been lying for a few months now, ever since Id landed at the base in Germany where I could check my messages. Dear Clint, Im sorry to tell you like this but… A Dear John text message. A remote control breakup. It had happened to enough of our friends that I knew what the reaction would be if I told people. Pity, from the guys who could still look at me. Avoidance from everyone else, as if the condition of being dumped was contagious.

 

So I hadnt told anyone, not even James. And hell, maybe it wouldnt be that bad. Me and Chels had a good thing going. Maybe not good, but it wasnt bad either. And separation was always hard. For all I knew, wed patch things up right away and then Id be glad I never told James, who wouldve given her a hard time after that.

 

She was probably going to pick me up at the airport, just like wed planned, and here I was checking out another woman. The eight months had done a number on both of us, that was all. Wed work it out.

 

I glanced down the aisle at the stewardessDellawho had bent to speak to another passenger. The point is, shes doing her job. She doesnt need us bothering her.

 

Hey, you were the one groping her.

 

With my shoulder?

 

And flirting,” James added.

 

I was not flirting.” I would have known if Id been flirting, right? And I definitely hadnt done that. She was working. The last thing she needed was two horndogs using up her time or ogling her.And stop looking.

 

Thats your argument? Theres nothing wrong with looking, man. Its harmless. You think when our girls are back home, they dont look?

 

I did not like where this conversation was going. One of the main reasons to send a Dear John letter, as opposed to waiting until I got back, was for another guy. It pinched something in my chest to imagine Chelsea moving on that quick. I turned my irritation on my best friend. Do you actually hear yourself talk?

 

I stand by my assertion. I dont care if Rachel checks out some hot doctor at her hospital. Long as she saves up the horniness for when I get back.

 

Yeah, okay. You write that on your anniversary card.

 

Shit, its my anniversary?

 

Hell if I know.

 

We were quiet a moment. James was probably working out the dates in his head, trying to figure out if he needed to pick up a present from the airport gift shop. Me? I pretended to be asleep. Shut my eyes, even when the stewardess came back this way. But I could still see her long legs and black heels, and I had to admit: I was peeking. I couldnt help it. There was something about her… the way she moved… so alluring

 

She walks like a stripper,” James muttered when shed passed us by.

 

My eyes snapped open. I am seriously going to punch you in the face right now.

 

What? I didnt mean it in a bad way. Its a good walk. A good, professional walk.

 

Your nose will be broken, and then youll have to explain to Rachel why its broken.

 

Okay, Ill stop. But only because Rachel would freak out. She worries about me.

 

James said the last part carelessly, but I still felt it like a blow, as if hed beat me without even trying. Rachel didworry about him. A lot. It was a point of contention between them, but also a sign of how much they cared about each other.

 

Had Chelsea worried about me while I was gone? Hardly.

 

Hey…” I cleared my throat. How do you and Rachel reconnect when you get back home?

 

You really want me to answer that question?

 

Besides sex.

 

What else is there?

 

Nice. I mean… hell, I dont know. The emotional connection.

 

James narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Are we secretly on Oprah? Look, man. The emotional connection is the easy part. You like a girl, you spend time with her, you get closer. Thats the connection. And the sex doesnt hurt. Well, unless you want it to.

 

Ha-ha,” I said, but unease speared through me. It sounded so simple when James spelled it out. You like a girl, spend time with her. Id had that with Chelsea once, hadnt I?

 

I couldnt remember.

 

Leaning over, I looked forward and back. The aisles were clear. No sign of Della or any other flight attendant. Frustrated for reasons I couldnt explain, I settled into my seatas well as I couldand closed my eyes. One thing you learned in the army was how to sleep, even if you were uncomfortable, anytime, anyplace.

 

Not this time, apparently. But I kept my eyes shut and pretended.

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Skye Warren writes unapologetic erotica, including power play or erotic pain and sometimes dubious consent. There's struggle in the sex. There's pain in the relationships. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely romantic.

 

 

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Mid Life Love by Whitney Gracia Williams

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Mid Life Love by Whitney Gracia Williams Mid Life Love Genres: Contemporary, Romance Purchase from: AmazonNookKobo Add to Goodreads.
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Synopsis: If you'd asked me what love was two years ago, I probably would've said, 'It's this amazing feeling that obsesses and possesses you; it's what me and my husband currently have.' If you ask me that same question today, I'll say, 'Please get the hell out of my face.' Claire Gracen's life is picture perfect. Her career as a marketing director is on the brink of being legendary, and her marriage to her high school sweetheart has never been stronger. No, wait. It has. It used to be amazing and fulfilling, but one day Claire realizes that she's been living a lie and her best friend and husband have committed the ultimate betrayal. Broken and depressed, Claire is in need of something new--new city, new job, new friends. When she happens to attract the interest of the sexiest man she's ever met, a man significantly younger than her, she immediately turns him down--only to later discover that this man is Jonathan Statham, self-made billionaire and CEO of Statham Industries. Her boss. Jonathan Statham is unlike any man she's met before. He's used to getting whatever he wants--whenever he wants, and he isn't about to take no for an answer. Sexy, unpredictable, and charmingly clever, Mid Life Love is a story that will captivate you, entertain you, and force you to fall deeply in love with the characters.
Mid Life Love At Last
Whitney Gracia Williams
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Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Synopsis: If you ask me if Jonathan Statham makes me happy, I’ll say ‘Absolutely. He’s the man of my dreams and I can’t wait to marry him.’ If you ask me why my ex-husband Ryan is currently one inch away from me—staring into my eyes and pressing his hand against my cheek, I’ll say, ‘I have no fucking idea…’
Claire Gracen finally has the life she’s always wanted: A career she loves, a man who’s willing to do any and everything for her, and friends that show her the true meaning of the word ‘friendship.’ As she and Jonathan prepare to make the ultimate commitment to one another and plan the wedding of her dreams, she quickly realizes that the hurtful past she left behind in Pittsburgh is a lot closer than she thought. Sexy, unpredictable, and as charmingly clever as ‘Mid Life Love,’ ‘At Last’ will captivate you from the first page and never let you go. **This is a companion novel to Mid Life Love**
About the Author: A self diagnosed candy addict, travel junkie, and hypochondriac, Whitney Gracia Williams LOVES to write about characters that make you laugh, cry, and want to (in the case of Selena Ross) reach through your Kindle and slap them. She is the "imaginary bestselling" author of the Jilted Bride Series, Mid Life Love, Wasted Love, and Captain of My Soul. When she's not locked inside her room, feverishly typing away on her laptop, she can be found here: http://www.whitneygracia.com She also loves getting emails from her readers, so if you want to tell her how much you loved (or hated) her stories, email her at whitgbooks@gmail.com
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Griff, aka Grizz, the ideal Iron Sinner, rides hard and dedicates his all to the club. 

A job needs done…he does it. 
Men idolize him. 
Women love him. 

Never shy and always up for a good time, Grizz finds himself jumping from mattress to mattress and digging grave after grave. You want to take a bullet? Cross the club. 

One night, rival MC, Devil’s Idol, do just that. Grizz and Animal are sent to straighten shit out while leaving no witnesses. What Grizz faces that night changes his life forever… 

Piper Jones is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The ruthless business woman, finds herself captive by the MC club. But she’s not one to go down without a fight. 

She slowly destroys Grizz, from his bad boy persona, to his ride or die motto. He should want nothing more than to do away with her with a single bullet. Instead, he finds himself giving his all just to be with her. 

Will Grizz be able to walk away from the one thing he swore he never wanted?




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★EXCERPT
GRIZZ
“What the fuck,” I growl. “Is this a prank?”
She just fucking ruined a whole stack of pancakes.
“It is one of my dirty, dark secrets, biker boy.”
“Call me boy one more time and I’ll beat your ass, Piper.”
“Just eat it. Please, just try it for me. Eat it.”
“You do realize that you are begging me to ‘eat it’ while you sit in my boxers on my counter covered in batter. I’ve never wanted to taste anything so fucking badly.”
“Then taste it. Go ahead.”
Piper grabs a fork and cuts off a huge chunk of pancakes covered in batter and syrup and raises it to my lips.
Closing my eyes, I can feel the pancakes push on my lips. “Baby, I wasn’t talking about the pancakes.”
“Grizz,” she warns.
“Piper, just give me a taste and then I’ll eat any concoctions of yours.”
“Taste of this?” she asks, as she slides her hand down the front of my boxers into her.
Piper moves her hand up and down, throwing her head back and fucking herself with her hand.
“Taste it,” she growls.
Opening my mouth, Piper places the warm gooey pancakes in my mouth. My cock threatens to spring from my jeans as she continues to fuck herself right in front of me. Piper stretches out a foot, brushes it against my cock, and lets out an evil giggle.
“Take another bite, Grizzy.”
I scoop up another chunk of pancake and shovel it in my mouth, ignoring the fact she just called me Grizzy. If my cock wasn’t so fucking hard, I would slap her across the fucking face. I despise that fucking name.
“I’m hungry,” Piper whimpers as she continues banging her sweet pussy.
I lean forward, grab the back of her ass, and scoot her closer. I’m very careful not to disturb the motion of her arm because Piper fucking herself is the hottest thing I have ever seen. And trust me, I have seen and done it all. I take another chunk of pancake with my fingers and feed her while she gets closer to orgasm. She grabs the back of my head and slams it into her mouth. Fuck! We haven’t kissed like this since our one and only fuck over a week ago. I taste every inch of her delicate mouth. My tongue memorizes the feel of each and every one of her teeth, the top of her mouth, and the insides of her lips. This time I cherish every fucking second, knowing any day Mayor could call and give us the orders to cut her loose.

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★ABOUT HJ BELLUS
I am just a simple country girl getting one story 
out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, 
USA and still reside there with my husband and 
children. I am a huge country music fan and am 
inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, 
and you will find those elements in my books. I also
adore strong and brave lead female characters, and
strive to be a courageous and independent woman in
everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a
good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and
candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart.
Live life your way, HJ Bellus 

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