There will always be something special about your first love. Years can pass; but memories and emotions are hard to shake. There is a fire lit inside of you, waiting to be put out. But what if you had a second chance with your first true love…? Author Mandi Gale is struggling to find her muse and finish her romance novel. That is, until, she is brought back together with her former best friend from high school —the guy she was secretly in love with. Adam Scott is a professional boxer, rising through the WBA ranks, and currently undefeated. He seems smitten and amazed to be reunited with Mandi, sweeping her into an inspiring, erotic whirlwind romance. But he has secrets back home that puts a wedge between them. Can Adam continue winning matches without his good luck charm? Can Mandi finish her story without her muse? The real question is: is love enough to bring two soulmates back together?
Olivia Howe resides in a small town located in Maine. Born in 1994, she is a very young bestselling author. Originally from Florida, she considers herself a Mainer. In her spare time, she loves to write, listen to rock music, and spend time with her family and friends. She has three beautiful nieces whom she adores. They’ve helped inspire her to continue her writing career. Olivia’s a huge fan of the Golden State Warriors, Patriots, and Red Sox. She’s a TV show fanatic and loves rock music. She’s big on supporting authors and their books. She owns a book blog called Beautifully Broken Book Blog. She’s known for the two Amazon bestselling series: The Dark Love Series and The Killer Novella Series. She has many more books in the works and some being published soon.
Alexandria Roe's haunted past comes to life when she turns sixteen. Her hallucinations and fevers spark a premonition of her family's death. A darkness shadows her, but her struggle for answers lead to more than she bargained. Will she be consumed by her fears or overcome what waits beyond the horizon?
A Dragon Lord from the Northern Isles of Alabass conquers all kingdoms in his wake. He hungers for power, but thirsts for the three amethysts. Each gem's unique ability is absorbed by the person that wields it. If all three are united, the power will bring to life the scepter, which unlocks the ancient prison. What lies in the depths can only be discovered by the holder of the Temperament Scepter.
Publication Date: February 9, 2016
Jack “Bulldog” Parrish
Crazy: Mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive way.
I was thirteen when I discovered the definition of the word I’d forever be labeled.
Some used it as a figure of speech but for me it was a scar I’d carry through life.
Or so I believed until I was diagnosed a manic depressive.
I’m the president of the Satan’s Knights Motorcycle Club, a man of power and control.
A man with enemies near and far.
But the truth, my truth, is my biggest enemy— my mind and I live most of my life with no control whatsoever.
I’m just a man who battles his demons, a man destined to live a life full of darkness.
She’s the light beckoning me, calling me home, away from the torment.
In a world as dark as the one I live in, sometimes I can’t help but crave Sunshine.
I was lost, broken and a prisoner of my scars.
A shell of the woman I used to be, who didn’t know the difference between living and merely existing.
Until a stranger found me, fixed and freed me. He breathed life into my soul, reminding me I was a survivor and still had life to live.
My savior is a biker.
A man tortured by his own scars. A man broken like me, maybe even a little lost too.
I want to be his remedy.
I want to heal him.
I want to return the favor and be his savior.
This is our story, a story neither of us knew how to write until we found each other.
Our eyes lifted simultaneously, glued to one another’s, uncertainty and anticipation pouring from the irises.
“You made me cherry pie,” I spoke huskily. “Really wanted a taste.”
She swallowed hard, visibly pushing down the lump lodged in her throat.
“Gonna have that taste now,” I warned, lifting my thumb and smearing the cherry filling across her mouth. Her lips were soft as they parted just barely, a soft gasp escaping past them as my thumb worked back and forth. She lifted her hand to my wrist and pulled it away from her mouth. I sensed the change in tides, saw the storm roll over in her eyes and knew she was about to push me away but before she did, I took that fucking taste I came here for.
My mouth crashed over hers, my tongue slipped out of my mouth and lapped at her lips, licking all the filling off her. Reina remained perfectly still, holding my wrist as my lips slowly worked hers. I was drunk and not on cherry pie but on Sunshine. My Sunshine.
“Fucking delicious,” I grunted, before I took her lower lip between my teeth. Just a nibble.
Just a taste.
And that was it.
The Bookish Ailurophile
Shin is a 27-year-old mom of a fury baby, named Mofa, who had crossed the rainbow bridge, 2 years ago. She is a bookworm who loves books that give her adrenaline rush and makes her feel the characters' emotions. When she's not reading, she spends her time listening to oldies music while making some crafty stuffs made out of old book pages, or spends her time reading books with children at an orphanage. Also, she loves to scare herself with gory movies in the middle of the night.