Sunday, March 22, 2015

New Forever by Yessi Smith

Title: New Forever
Author: Yessi Smith


Haunted by a past Max can’t seem to escape, he invests everything he is into Hayley. He pampers her and shows her a love she never knew she could experience. His entire life revolves around making her happy and eventually protecting her from his demons. Even if that means hurting her in the process.

While Max tries to pick up the pieces of his broken past, Hayley protects her own heart the best way she knows how - through laughter and mayhem.

But when secrets unravel, both must decide what is most important. Feeling more vulnerable than ever before, they must fight for each other and for themselves.

**This is an interconnected standalone for Love, Always. **




"Why are we doing this again?” Dee asks when I park my car.

“Because you’re my best friend.”

“Pulling the best friend card again?”

“And because you love me,” I remind her with a smirk.

“I can’t stand you,” she corrects.

With my hand tucked in Dee’s arm, we walk together into a bridal store. I lean my head on her shoulder and wait for a sales associate to approach us.

“I already have my dress,” Dee whispers for the hundredth time today.

“But I don’t and I want to be a bride for the day.” More so, I want a day of fun and silliness. I want to forget the troubles life has thrown at me and just have a few hours of pure ridiculousness.

“Fine, but-”

“Ladies,” a sales associate says, getting our attention. “How can I help you?”

Dee looks back at me nervously so I pinch her arm so she’ll stay quiet. I’m going to be a bride and she’s not going to ruin my fun.

“We’re getting married,” I tell the lady, who smiles back at me. “We both want to wear dresses, but I think only one of us should wear a princess type gown. I mean, how cheesy would we look if we wore similar dresses. And lets face it, babe, I’m more of a princess than you,” I tell Dee who is attempting first degree murder with her eyes.

“Oh,” the sales associate says. “You two are… together?”

“Yes.” I beam back at her while I hold on to Dee’s arm so she doesn’t leave me before I have the chance to try on a single dress.

“Fantastic.” She claps her hands together in the same way Josie does.

“See,” I tell Dee, “fantastic!”

“My name is Rosa, and I’m sure we can find you both dresses you can agree on. Just go to the back of the showroom and I’ll take back different styles of dresses so you can choose which ones to try on.”

“I think a short dress for my bride would be good.” I wink at Dee, who bites her bottom lip.

“She has a thing for my long legs,” Dee tells Rosa and I’m so happy Dee is finally playing along that I throw myself into her arms.

Dee and I walk to the dressing room together, our steps light and carefree—it’s hard to believe there’s a war waging inside of me.

It’s been a very strained eleven days since Max told me about his parents’ involvement in Hannah’s death and he still acts as if he’s the one that forced the pills down my sister’s throat. We’ve tried to move forward with our relationship but there are several layers of discomfort between us that is making it difficult.

At least we’re living together again and sleeping in the same bed. It’s a shame that all we’re doing in our bed is sleeping though.

I miss Max. I see him every day, talk to him countless times a day, but I still miss him. He can be right next to me but still be so far away. I just can’t get to him.

I want to beg him to silence his mind and listen to his heart so that he can find peace. The heart knows how to heal itself—it’s the mind that makes the task so difficult. And Max’s mind never shuts off.

I wish I could have chosen who I’d fall in love with. He’d have all the same qualities as Max, but with a mind that came with an off switch. But you don’t get to choose. Instead you’re stuck in love with a man that is all wrong for you, but you can’t breathe without, because he’s also perfect for you.

“Earth to Hayley.” Dee snaps her fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the fitting room where I just removed my top and jeans.

“Have you talked to Max, yet?” Dee asks me as she undoes the buttons on her jeans.

“Not yet.” I take the dress in Rosa’s outstretched hand and with Dee’s help, get into the crinoline and then the big puffy dress.

After Dee ties the corset in the back, I step out of the dressing room and look at myself in three full length mirrors. The dress is beautiful, but far too intricate. I want something a bit simpler. Maybe with an open back, I think as I pick my hair up in a messy bun and try to look at my back. I bite my lower lip as I examine myself from every angle and as much as I like the dress, it doesn’t scream out Hayley.

“Beautiful, but not you,” Dee says, confirming my thoughts. “A little less shininess,” she tells Rosa.

“And an open back.” Dee nods in agreement while I look at her in a short white strapless dress.

She looks good, but Dee could make a mu-mu look good. Of course, her actual wedding dress is stunning, putting anything she tries on today to shame.

“Tall strappy heels,” I tell her and she nods enthusiastically.

“And a hat,” she shouts and I look back at her confused. “You know, one of those old fashion hats with a short veil over your face.”

“Wrong dress for that, love.”

Dee looks at Rosa who agrees with me and her expression quickly turns to disappointment until Rosa runs off promising to come back with a dress we’ll both love. While we wait for her, I try on another dress that isn’t quite to my liking.

“When are you gonna talk to him?” Dee asks, continuing our earlier conversation.

“I don’t know, Dee. We’re still not doing all that great and I don’t want to build an even bigger wedge between us.” I step out of my dress and juggle Dee’s new breasts in my hands when Rosa opens the curtains and hands us our dresses to try on. Dee flushes along with Rosa, but seriously her breasts are probably her best investment yet. They’re not too big or too uncomfortable to look at, but voluptuous C-cups with a perfect lift. To think, she laughed at me when I told her she should get implants.

Dee smacks my hands away so she can try on the dress. “You have a right to talk to his parents,” she states firmly.

Of course I do, but I have to be careful how I approach the subject with Max. He loves me, I know he does and I know he’d do anything to make me happy, but he carries the guilt of his parents’ sin like a coat. I don’t want to push him too hard, too fast.

How cute are we, trying to protect one another from each other?

I slip on the new dress, having to tug a bit more than I’d like over my chest, but I immediately know I’ll love it. Even in its snugness, it feels right. I look back at Dee who is smiling so big you’d think I actually was a bride.

She pushes me to the mirrors and I let out a happy breath when I see myself. If I were actually getting married, this would be the dress I’d pick. There are some flashy pink beads on the bottom, but not much elsewhere aside from the train and the belt that hugs my waist. The back is open and while my breasts feel like they are about to pop out, the top half is just as stunning.

“This is it,” Dee whispers, her eyes filling with tears.

Rosa smiles at both of us, handing Dee a tissue which she obediently takes and blots her eyes with.

“If you’re sure, I can get your measurements to make sure we order you the right dress.”

Dee nods her head and I’m tempted to smack her. This is a dress for a pretend wedding for a pretend bride. Get a grip!

“We have an appointment at another store,” I tell Rosa, whose delight quickly sobers. “If we don’t find anything there, you’ll definitely hear back from us.”

“Of course, of course. You have to be one hundred percent sure.” Rosa nods and I almost feel bad. There goes her pretty commission.

Dee and I go back into our changing room where Dee continues to blot her eyes and I can’t help but roll mine at her. “Have you lost your mind?” I hiss at her and she smiles back at me sheepishly. “Quit crying, crazy, and help me out of this dress.”

“Fine,” she agrees reluctantly. “But let me take some pictures first. That way, when you do get married we can have a dress like this made.”

Yeah, when I get married. First, I have to find a guy that can stand the sight of me without running for the hills from guilt.

I lift my arms and am nearly pulled out of my own skin when the dress catches just below my breasts. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath to make myself skinner when Dee pulls on the dress again to no avail.

“Dee,” I whisper when I hear her nervous giggles.

“Give me a minute,” she says as she pushes my left tit against my chest and pulls the dress over it. “Okay,” she grunts and does the same to my right tit. Only this time the dress doesn’t budge so she tries again.

“Try pulling it down,” I suggest and she does, but again nothing moves. “Holy shit! I’m stuck!”

“I’m gonna get Rosa.”

“Don’t you dare!” I grab at Dee blindly and feel my eyes widen. Have my breasts always been this big? Unless I’ve somehow gained weight thereby making my boobs bigger. It’s not like it’s even possible for me to be pregnant since I’m on the pill. No part of me wants to get on that damn scale in my apartment to check my weight. It’s just the dress. Of course, it’s just the dress, it’s too small, definitely not my size. “Don’t you leave me, Dee, or I swear I’ll kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay. I have scissors in my purse, maybe if I make a tiny slit-”

“Yes, whatever.”

I hear her rummage through her purse while I stand helpless with my hands in the air. Suddenly the rummaging stops and I hear her begin to make little cuts into the dress. When Dee stops snipping at the dress and hisses in a breath, I hold in my own breath. Something’s happened.

“Shit,” she whispers and I freeze. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Dee,” I say slowly.

“Don’t laugh,” Dee warns me and I wait. “I got chocolate on your dress.”

“How’d you get chocolate on the dress?” I whisper back, suppressing the laughter building inside of me. We’ve broken and stained my perfect wedding dress.

“Adam is anti-chocolate bars so I hide them in my purse, and, uh, they melted. I didn’t see it until I made a small cut in your dress. The good news is, I think the dress will come off.”

I hold my breath again and close my eyes while Dee slips the dress off. I give myself a moment to sigh in relief at my freedom, but then look for the chocolate smudge print.

“Fucking Adam,” I say, because this is obviously his fault. Him and his stupid healthy living.



Love, Always

New Forever


Yessi Smith lives in South Florida with her husband, seven year old son and newborn baby. She is also owned by a neurotic Border Collie and “ferocious” Rottweiler.

She has a Bachelor’s degree in Business Management and a Master’s in Human Resource Management and has held several jobs, from picking up dog poop to upper management positions. And now she hopes to leave the business world behind so she can live full time in a world that does not exist until she places her fingers on a keyboard and brings them to fruition.

She is the proud Momma of Life’s A Cappella and Love, Always


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Monday, March 16, 2015

Strictly Temporary by Ella Fox

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The conclusion to Arden & Exton's story.

Just a Small Towne girl…

Raised on fairytales and dreams of true love, Arden Winger left for college with a smile on her face and a happy, hopeful heart. Fast-forward seven years and that small town is behind her, but not the baggage she’s been carrying since she left.

Just a city boy…

It’s not that Exton Alexander had anything against relationships—he just never had the desire to try. Not necessarily jaded, Exton considered himself a realist. Little did he know, the one woman that would change everything was about to rock his world. This Alpha male knows the second he lays eyes on her that Arden is special-- now he just has to work past her defenses.

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Leaning across the bed, I grab a condom from the side table and hand it to her.

“Put this on me,” I say firmly.

Her eyes snap up to mine lightning fast.  “I don’t know really know how.  They taught us on cucumbers and bananas in sex ed during high school, but—“

I can’t contain the chuckle that erupts from my throat.  “Consider me your human test dummy then.  We’re going to talk about long-term birth control, but until then we’re using condoms.  You’re going to want to get used to putting them on me because we’re going to be spending a lot of time in bed.”

I give her room to maneuver so that she can sit up.  Sitting back on my haunches, I watch as she opens the foil packet.  It’s a struggle not to beg her to hurry when she wraps her hand around my cock just below the tip.  Holding me steady, she gets the condom into place and starts rolling it down.  Covering her hand with mine, I help her roll it the rest of the way.  

“Was I doing it wrong?”

“No, but I’m faster and I need to be inside that tight pussy right now.”

Her half gasp, half giggle is enough to make me insane.  Settling her back on the bed, I spread her legs and lower myself over her.  After making sure that she’s ready for me, I slowly begin to slide in.

Her slick heat envelops me like the tightest silken fist I’ve ever encountered. I want to be inside of her without anything between us so fucking bad that I swear I’d pay any amount of money to make that happen.

We both let out sounds of pleasure as I settle in as far as I can go, and I jerk against her when she grabs my ass in her hands.

“Fuck me, please,” she says with a gasp.

Shaking my head at her with a laugh, I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her senseless.  All the while continuing to pump slowly in and out of the most incredible woman on this fucking planet.  

She breaks the kiss to let out a moan.  “Faster,” she cries.

“No,” I say firmly.  “Last night was fast.  This morning is for slow and steady.  I don’t want it to be over quickly—I want to fuck your perfect pussy for as long as possible.  I want you to come on my dick again and again.  It doesn’t always have to be fast to be good, beautiful.  Let me show you all the ways that you can come.”

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Monsters in the Dark by Pepper Winters



From New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes the highly acclaimed USA Today Bestselling Series: Monsters in the Dark.

#1 Erotica, #1 Romantic Suspense, #1 Thriller. Award winner for Best Dark Romance, Best BDSM, Best Dark Hero, and Best Strong Heroine.

This is a story of eroticism, horror, tragedy and ultimately undying and unwavering love.

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"My life was complete. Happy, content, everything neat and perfect.

Then it all changed.

I was sold."

Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror.


"All my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted... fucked up to want something so deliciously dark. But then slave fifty-eight entered my world. "

Q may be a monster, but he's Tess's monster.


"After battling through hell, I brought my esclave back from the brink of ruin. I sacrificed everything--my heart, my mind, my very desires to bring her back to life."

Q gave everything to bring Tess back. In return, he expects nothing less.

**Not recommended if you don't enjoy dark romance, angst-filled plots, and BDSM.**





Three little words.

If anyone asked what I was most afraid of, what terrified me, stole my breath, and made my life flicker before my eyes, I would say three little words.

How could my perfect life plummet so far into hell?

How could my love for Brax twist so far into unfixable?

The black musty hood over my head suffocated my thoughts, and I sat with hands bound behind my back. Twine rubbed my wrists with hungry stringed teeth, ready to bleed me dry in this new existence.


The cargo door of the airplane opened and footsteps thudded toward us. My senses were dulled, muted by the black hood; my mind ran amok with terror-filled images. Would I be raped? Mutilated? Would I ever see Brax again?

Male voices argued, and someone wrenched my arm upright. I flinched, crying out, earning a fist to my belly.

Tears streamed down my face. The first tears I shed, but definitely not the last.

This was my new future.  Fate threw me to the bastards of Hades.

“That one.”

My stomach twisted, threatening to evict empty contents. Oh, God.

Three little words:

I was sold.


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         Q’s face twisted; he captured my cheeks between hot hands. “What are you?” he clipped, face hard and unreadable.

The question anchored me and I looked into his pale ferocious eyes. I knew the answer he wanted. “I’m yours.”

He sucked in a heavy breath, body jerking. “Say it again, but not in English.”

Q intoxicated me. My lips parted, and I wanted to stay captured by him, forever. An ancient connection linked us together. I looked into his soul—it churned with agony and demons, but he wasn’t evil.

Q dropped his gaze to my lips. “Je suis à toi.” Something feral heated his features; he pressed his mouth against mine in one fast kiss. “It means, I am yours.”

My breath stuttered as power sliced, deep and fast, igniting broken parts of me with sparks. His allure, his power, all magnified to fist around my stomach. In the dark recess of my brain, I translated his words to him being mine. The power trip the little words gave was indescribable.

No wonder he wanted me to say it. I was drunk on them. He was mine. Mine.

What life did Q live, needing to hear such a strong affirmation? What ghosts haunted him?

Q tightened his fingers, biting into my jaw. “Say it.”

With his command, I fumbled into the victim I was, the rape survivor, the slave. The brief sense of ownership left me bereft.

Q twisted my nipple under the wet material of my bra. His cruelty reddened my skin and fight skittered into yielding. He sent me reeling into needful and damaged. I’d been so close to finding strength, but he took it away in an instant.

Fresh tears spilled as I whispered, “Je suis à toi.”

Q sighed heavily, resting his forehead on mine. “Will you run again? Will you leave the one man who wants you above all others? Leave his protection?” His voice wavered with regret, resignation, as if he expected me to run, and already suffered loneliness.

My eyes popped wide; I shook my head. “No, I won’t run again.”

He looked with half-hooded eyes. “How can you be so sure? Don’t I scare you? Repulse you?”

He never repulsed me, and fear where Q was concerned was an aphrodisiac. But I couldn’t tell him. “I will never escape. Je suis à toi.”

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Forever Red by Carina Adams

Title: Forever Red

Author: Carina Adams

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 10, 2015

Cover Design: Melchelle Designs






Not afraid to speak his mind or make a scene, Nathaniel Kelly has made a name for himself as country music’s ultimate bad boy. 

Covered in tattoos, singing songs about drugs, drinking and heartache, Nate acts more like an out of control rock star than the grandson of one of the genres most influential and legendary stars. Every man wants to be him. Every woman wants just one night with the hard-rocking country rebel.

Except me. I just want to know that the boy I used to love is happy and that I didn’t break his heart in vain. That’s why I buy every magazine that even mentions his name; at least, that’s the story I tell myself.

When my friends gave me a birthday present any fan would die for, I was suddenly face-to-face with the man I never thought I’d see again. My body wasn’t supposed to react to him the way it did. And, Nate sure as hell wasn’t supposed to look at me the way he used to. 

Can someone you loved as a teenager really have a hold on your heart twelve years later? Is it ever too late to say you’re sorry and make up for past wrongs? I’m about to find out.




I’d always planned to get the hell out of my hometown as soon as high school was over. Hell, once I hit tenth grade, I couldn’t pack my bags fast enough. I wanted nothing more than to see that shitty little town, and all of its residents, shrinking in my rearview mirror as soon as possible.


What I hadn’t planned on was having someone in my life who was so important that he made me question everything and wonder if I should stay. Or, that someone giving up everything so he didn’t have to leave me. I couldn’t let him do it, couldn’t let me be the thing that held him back, couldn’t let his love for me destroy his dreams. So, I did the only thing I could do; I wrecked it all.


For me, there was no simplicity of burning bridges. No, I strapped dynamite to every single one, blowing them into tiny smithereens. Then, I’d bulldozed each surviving piece into a pile, doused it with kerosene, and aimed a blow torch toward the debris, just to make sure there would be nothing left. As the flames roared to life, I danced around the blaze, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle, toasting the life I’d had, acting like a crazed woman performing a sacred ritual. As the last of the ashes drifted into the sky, fading from red hot into cold black, I sobbed, knowing there was no way I could ever undo the damage I’d just done.


It was stupid, dangerous, and devastating, but I needed to make sure every single relationship I had was destroyed. The only way I would be able to move on somewhere else was if there was no reason left for me to go back, and no way I could ever show my face there again, even if I’d wanted to. Unfortunately, I needed to hurt him, to decimate him, so he would hate me and could let me go and build a stronger life without me.


The one thing I never thought about, the one thing I hadn’t taken into consideration, was that most eighteen-year-old girls are idiots. They run on pure emotion, thinking with their heart, not their head. I’d thought I was so mature, that somehow I’d had all the answers and knew what was best for everyone, so I made their decisions for them. In reality, I was just a naïve small-town girl with more fashion sense than common sense – and looking back at the pictures proves I didn’t know fashion for shit. What seemed like the perfect idea all those years ago was now my biggest regret.


About The Author


Carina Adams has been writing and creating characters for as long as she can remember, allowing her to fall in love with the next man of her dreams with every new story.

Thankfully, fate stepped in and granted her the ultimate wish - a life full of men. Carina lives in a picturesque New England town with her husband, the one man that ruined the thought of all others, and two amazing sons that always keep her on her toes.

When she isn’t trying to juggle being a working mom with karate and football practices, surprising her children with her sci-fi movie knowledge, or writing, you can find her with her nose pressed against her kindle in search of her new favorite vampire story, training for a 5k, or laughing with friends.

Carina loves to hear feedback from her readers. You can email her at:









Coda by CD Reiss

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Release Date: March 18th

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Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset? Did you want flowers and stars? Man, I wish it was all soft filters and violins. I wish we could fight about who cleaned the bathroom or who was cooking dinner. But I knew I was never destined for simple contentment. 

I almost committed murder for him. I almost tore us apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse after that? Because, I promise you, nothing is the same. Nothing.

I’ve earned our happily ever after. Now I have to survive it.

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Contractual by Alice Tribue


Title: Contractual

Author: Alice Tribue

Release Date: January 26, 2015




They told me I’d be an escort; they made it sound so easy.

Really I’m just a high priced call girl.

Desperation brought me to this and it led me to him, my one and only client.

Hating him is easy, he reminds me of my shame.

Wanting him is wrong it fills me with guilt.

Loving him is a losing battle yet it’s become everything.

A gift and a curse, he consumes my every thought and I’d rather play my part in his bed than to spend one day without him.




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Alice Tribue lives with her husband and daughter in New Jersey. She has a bachelors degree in communications and is currently working on her masters degree. She spends most of her free time reading, writing, and when the weather permits lounging out on a beach.












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