Today’s premiere
New Adult authors combine their talents to tell four original stories from
inside one house.
When four girls decide to live off campus
together as juniors at a college in Michigan, they expect it to be their best
year yet. Little do they know, it’s a year that will change the rest of their
lives.
BEHIND HER EYES by A.L.
Jackson
Unable to live down her ex-boyfriend’s
deception, Misha is determined to avoid betrayal. When, the new guy next door,
Darryn starts to get under her skin, her defenses start to crumble. But
trusting Darryn seems impossible, especially if he’s not sure he can trust
himself.
SAVING ME by Molly McAdams
On the outside, Indy is always ready for a
party—but inside she’s breaking. Kier makes a weekly routine of saving the girl
next door from herself on Saturday nights… but when will she be ready to
remember him on Sunday morning?
FOULING OUT by Tiffany King
Working at a sports bar, Courtney has become a
pro at sidestepping propositions from arrogant jocks—which makes her a more
elusive catch for campus basketball star Dalton than he expected. But when he
falls for the saucy waitress, Dalton will have to rethink his game plan to
prove he’s not the jerk Courtney expects.
BENEATH YOUR LAYERS by
Christina Lee
In order to ace her fashion internship, Chloe
must team up with local college dropout and set builder, Blake—much to her
chagrin. But after some "hands-on" experience, Chloe will have to ask
herself if Blake factors into her carefully laid plans…
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Behind Her Eyes by
A.L. Jackson
Now I could feel
him, his eyes all over me, caressing me slowly, up and down.
I let all my
insecurities drift away as I swayed in time to the music, in sync with the
throb of the
crowd and the
intermittent lights that glowed against my lids.
A charged moment
passed, before strong hands found my hips and gripped them from behind. For
a beat, I
stiffened, before I again gave in to this sublime release. And again, he felt
good. Right. All this
intense energy
that ricocheted between us wrapped me up in a frenzy of nerves, alight and
alive. The
smell of him
took me whole, all soap and man and sex.
Oh God.
My heart beat
frantically, racing to keep up with my thoughts that were spiraling out of
control.
A shimmer of
fear slithered through me, before he pulled my back into the safety of his firm
chest.
And that was
what I felt.
Safe.
With him, and I
didn’t know why, and I was searching inside myself for resolve, for the
commitment
I’d made to
never allow myself to be so easily played again.
But it was just
out of my reach.
Darryn held me
close, our bodies moving in time, like we shared the same breath, the same
space.
I leaned back,
my head on his shoulder as his face found the curve of my neck. Chills sped,
spinning my
body into a
violent cataclysm of need. He let his hands roam, palms pressing hard as he ran
them down
the front of my
legs, spanning them wide as he trailed them back up to my hips and over my
stomach.
Fingertips
dipped into my ribs as he slid them up the curve of my sides, and he lifted my
arms as he went,
in the same
fluid motion fastening my hands around the back of his neck.
All those
butterflies scattered, a clash of discordant wings that fluttered haphazardly
through my
insides, leaving
my stomach in a coiled mess of confusion and need.
Why him? Why
now?
Holding me
close, he brushed his mouth over the shell of my ear, his whispered words
injected
directly to my
manic heart. “Goddamn, Misha. What are you trying to do to me?”
I suddenly found
it impossible to breathe, because it was him who was slowly undoing all the
fibers
of reservation
woven through my weakened spirit.
“Can’t get you
off my mind.” He leaned in closer, his hand sweeping up my stomach. Fingers
brushed between
my breasts, and I released a sharp gasp.
“Been dying to
touch you,” he murmured low.
SAVING ME – MOLLY McADAMS
“I’m about to embarrass
the hell out of myself, but I don’t care anymore. I feel like when I’m near
you, I’m safe, and it makes no sense to me. It is the weirdest feeling
to have with someone I only know three things about.”
My eyebrows rose at that
and I turned to fully face her. “Three?”
“Yes. Three things.
Your name is Kier, you’re extremely quiet, and you are the biggest puzzle I’ve
ever tried to figure out.”
“I’m the puzzle?”
“Yes!” she said in
exasperation.
That had to have been
the most backward statement I’d ever heard. “And why am I a puzzle?”
“Because of what I just
told you. I don’t know you, you don’t even talk to anyone, and I feel safe when
you’re near me! Why is that? I feel like I’m going crazy because all I’ve been
able to think about for these past two weeks is you, and how every time you
open your mouth it’s like déjà vu, and I just—I don’t know what’s happening.”
Her green eyes were massive and she looked like she was on the edge of losing
her shit.
I took a few steps
toward her and lowered my voice. “Calm down, Indy. You’re fine.”
“I just don’t
understand,” she said loudly, the pitch of her voice rising. “Do you believe in
past lives?” she asked suddenly.
I paused, a laugh
slipping past my lips. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Past lives? Like that
whole stupid YOLO saying is really just bullshit, because we’re about to get
another shot down the road?”
I tried to contain my
smile, but she was really fucking adorable when she was like this. “What does
that have to do with what you’re freaking out over?”
“In stories with soul
mates they find each other no matter what in every life. And it’s like they
have a weird connection they can’t explain.”
I closed the distance
between us and dropped my head so I was looking directly into her eyes. “Are
you saying we’re soul mates?”
“No!” she said, horror
lacing her voice, her cheeks filling with heat.
“I think you were,” I
teased.
“I wasn’t, I was just
saying that in stories . . . I don’t know what I’m saying, okay? But I don’t
get what’s going on with us!”
“So now there’s an us?”
“Oh my God,” she
whispered. “I need to stop talking.”
I laughed and took a
step back. “I’m teasing you, Indy. And no, I don’t believe in past lives. I
think we have this one, and that’s it.”
She sighed, and her body
visibly relaxed. When she spoke again, she sounded exhausted—and in a way,
defeated. “I don’t, either, but I can’t figure out how to explain this feeling
like I know you.”
I ground my jaw for a
few seconds as her green eyes held mine. “Because maybe you do know me. You’re
just not ready to remember why.”
Beneath Your Layers
Christina Lee/When We Met Anthology
I
motioned for the bar. “Want me to get you a soda or a water?”
Chloe
stared at me for another long moment before she said, “No, thanks.”
We
listened to the next song quietly standing beside each other, lost in our own
thoughts. Until she turned to me and said, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,”
I said, almost breathless. Given her mood, maybe she’d give me something good
this time.
“Your
turn, Blake,” she said. “Do something spontaneous.”
My
fingers trembled from wanting to touch her so badly and all I could think about
was doing just that.
“You
sure that’s what you want?” I said, turning and backing her against the wall.
“Yes,”
she breathed out.
“Something
spontaneous or something I’ve been thinking about doing for days?” I said, my
lips coming closer to hers. “Maybe weeks?”
Her
breath caught. “It . . . it’s your call.”
My
head swung forward, our foreheads practically touching. Fluttery breaths were
escaping her lips. I place my arms on either side of her head and she bit down
on her lip.
My
heart thrashed in my chest and all I could think about was how desperate I was
to kiss her, but how nervous I was to blow this opportunity.
So
I attempted to read her signals and they were definitely mixed. Her eyes
flitted between panic and lust.
When
I pinned my hip against hers, I could’ve sworn I heard a low moan in the back
of her throat.
“Please,”
she rasped out. “Please . . . don’t . . . Blake.”
My
stomach was in my throat. Fuck, either I’d scared her or I’d been reading her
wrong.
I
leaned back to give her space, but her fingers suddenly skimmed across my
waist, clenching my shirt and drawing me nearer.
“Don’t
what?” I asked in confusion. She was so fucking messing with my head.
“Don’t
. . .” She was panting now. “Don’t stop.”
Fouling
Out
By
Tiffany King
From
the upcoming New Adult anthology
The
warmth inside the building was soothing after walking from the car outside. I
felt mildly disappointed when Dalton dropped his arm from my shoulders, until
he reached for my hand. As we strolled along, I became hyperaware of how
something as innocent as handholding could become somewhat erotic while sipping
wine together. Dalton slid his thumb across the top of my hand in slow
methodical strokes before gently caressing my pulse point. The hairs on the
back of my neck felt as if they were standing on end. Each sweep of his thumb
was a sensual dance with my sensitive skin, making it tingle.
It
was becoming apparent to me that it might have been a bad call on my part to
skip lunch. Between the scent of Dalton’s cologne and the alcohol I was
consuming, I was already feeling slightly intoxicated. I nibbled on a few cubes
of cheese to attempt to alleviate the buzzing in my head. Dalton’s breath
teased my neck, making me shiver in a good way. I should have put some distance
between us so I could regain my bearings, but instead I snuggled closer to him,
wishing we were somewhere else with a lot fewer people around.
All
the air escaped my lungs as Dalton slowly captured a bead of wine from my
bottom lip with his finger. I watched with bated breath as he moved the finger
to his own mouth, sucking the drop of wine. It was all I could do not to moan
as my insides turned to putty.
“You
need to stop looking at me like that,” Dalton murmured in my ear.
“Like
what?” I licked the rest of the wine off my lip with the tip of my tongue.
This
time it was Dalton who groaned softly. Placing his hands on my hips, he slowly
backed me into a dim corner, away from prying eyes. “Like you’re thinking how
great it would feel if I hoisted you up on that wine barrel table over there
with your legs wrapped around my waist.”
“Are
you sure that’s not you thinking that?” My hips responded almost instinctively
as he pulled me snugly against his body. I could feel him, rock hard, pressed
to my stomach. The wanting desire I had been keeping at bay from the moment he
showed up at my house looking practically delectable with low-riding jeans and
a black V-neck sweater that accentuated his well-toned chest was threatening to
explode.
REVIEW BY MAZZY BOSS LADY
♦♦♦♦ I received an arc in exchange for an honest review ♦♦♦♦
This is a series of short stories by some fantastic authors.
Reading each and everyone of these stories, made you feel that it was just one whole book. They were all fantastic, well written reads and the characters in each and every one of them were so likeable.
If your looking for a collection of short stories by fantastic authors this is the book for you.
A.L. Jackson:
A.L.
Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to
You, as well as other contemporary romance titles, including Come to Me Quietly, Come to Me Softly, Pulled, When We Collide, and If Forever Comes.
She
first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college
student. She filled the journals she
carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the
difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life.
Years
later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest
friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length
novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives
with her husband and three children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with
the ones she loves.
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TIFFANY KING:
USA Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong reading
fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult and New
Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and two
wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions
include: Her iPhone and iPad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter,
chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just
ask.
Where
to connect with Author Tiffany
Email-
authortiffany@yahoo.com
Molly
McAdams:
Molly grew up in California but now lives in
the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband and furry four-legged
daughters. When she's not diving into the world of her characters, some of her
hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach …
which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out
movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies and fried pickles,
and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm ... or under
one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't
really happening.
Come be my
friend!
CHRISTINA
LEE:
Mother, wife,
reader, dreamer. Christina lives in the Midwest with her husband and son--her
two favorite guys.
She's addicted to lip gloss and salted caramel
everything. She believes in true love and kissing, so writing romance novels
has become a dream job.
Author of the Between Breaths series from
Penguin. ALL OF YOU, BEFORE YOU BREAK and WHISPER TO ME available now, PROMISE
ME THIS on October 7th, 2014.
Also Adult contemporary romance TWO OF HEARTS
coming from Peguin/NAL on May 5th 2015.
