Inked on Paper
By Nicole Edwards Release Day January 12, 2015
Synopsis
Chapter One... What happens when you don’t know what comes next? Jacob Wild has had a lucrative writing career, but somewhere along the way he misplaced his muse. Now, unable to put anything on paper, he’s resorted to hanging out in the neighborhood coffee shop with a pen and paper, trying to find something to spark his creativity again. That’s when he meets her. Presley Abrams. The coral-haired, tattooed beauty with the piercing gray eyes and sweet smile draws his attention in a way no woman before her ever has. Jake soon learns that when he’s around her his world is set to rights once more. Presley sparks something inside him and not just his ability to put words on paper. But, Presley’s not the easiest woman to get close to and Jake finds himself trying to answer the burning question: Does happily ever after only exist in fiction?
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Excerpt
Sunday night “Honey, you need to get laid,” Blaze bellowed before tossing back another shot of tequila. “You know, by some outrageously hot guy who’s gonna pin you against the wall and make you beg for mercy.” I tossed my shot back before I answered her. “Not gonna happen.” “Please don’t tell me that Adrian was the last guy you got horizontal with.” Blaze’s expression turned serious. “That dude’s the world’s biggest douche.” “Can’t argue with you there,” I told her, pouring another shot. The last thing I wanted to do tonight was talk about Adrian. Or anyone, for that matter. I’d spent the entire day at the shop handling three walk-ins, all of whom had wanted tattoos that took more time to prepare for than to actually ink. And now, I wanted to sit back, get wasted, then pass out and sleep until I felt better. “How was the sex with him, anyway?” “With who?” I asked, playing dumb. Blaze narrowed her eyes at me. “Adrian.” I didn’t miss a beat before I said, “Boring.” “Really?” Blaze snorted. “I always heard rock stars had it going on.” “Yeah, well, I think rock stars are the ones who started that rumor.” Blaze grabbed her shot glass. “You’re probably right about that.” We downed two more shots, and our laughter continued until the front door opened and in walked Gavin. As soon as he stepped in the doorway, he stopped cold, watching the two of us closely. “Wussup, Gav?” Blaze greeted him, her words slurring. She looked at me and grinned. “He’s an outrageously hot guy,” Blaze said in what she probably assumed was a whisper but wasn’t. “I definitely am,” he agreed, that mischievous smirk on his face. “Is this party just gettin’ started? Or are we about to turn on the decision-maker lights?” Gavin closed the front door behind him and tossed his coat onto one of the barstools, his eyes never straying from us. “The night’s still young,” Blaze informed him. “Can’t say the same about you, though.” Gavin continued to watch us. “How much have you had?” “Not enough,” I admitted, reaching for the bottle to pour more shots. “Now quit acting like an old man and come drink with us.” “Hold up,” Blaze said, snatching the bottle out of my hand. “Not until he pays the ten-dollar buy-in fee.” “Buy-in?” A crease formed in Gavin’s forehead. “What the hell’s a buy-in fee? This ain’t poker.” Blaze pointed a finger in his direction. “I paid for the booze, and you gotta buy in if you want some. Ten dollars.” Gavin grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open, and pulled out a five-dollar bill, then tossed it in Blaze’s lap. “Dude, who’s the one who’s been drinkin’ tonight?” Blaze slurred. “That ain’t ten bucks.” “No, but you bought cheap booze, so there’s a fifty percent discount.” “Fine. Whatever.” Blaze snatched up the money and tucked it into her bra. I smiled at Gavin. “Grab another shot glass.” After a quick detour to the kitchen, Gavin returned, setting his glass down beside the other two, then dropping onto the couch beside Blaze. With an unsteady hand, Blaze filled all three but ended up with more on the glass table than in the shot glasses. “What’re we drinking to?” Gavin asked. “Hot guys nailing us to the wall,” Blaze blurted. I rolled my eyes. “Ain’t no guy nailing me to the wall,” Gavin grunted. “Hot or otherwise.” For whatever reason, I found that funny and ended up downing my shot and nearly shooting it out of my nose. “I’ve got a question,” Blaze said when the laughter died down. “No questions from you tonight,” I said immediately, glancing over at Gavin. As usual, Blaze ignored me. “I wanna know why the two of you have never had sex.” “Not a question,” Gavin grumbled. “Okay, fine,” Blaze snapped. “Have the two of you ever had sex?” “Eww. No,” Gavin and I said in unison. “Are you fucking serious?” Blaze did not sound convinced. I placed my shot glass on the table but waved Blaze off when she started to pour me another. “Dead serious.” “Why?” She looked genuinely confused. “Because he’s not my type?” Blaze’s eyes bounced back and forth between us before landing on me. “But he’s hot.” Yeah, well, I didn’t think so. “I don’t see him like that.” Gavin was watching Blaze intently and I knew this wasn’t going to be good. For the longest time, I’d gotten the impression that these two had a thing for one another. Although Blaze pretended to be interested in other guys—or maybe she wasn’t pretending—I got the feeling that if Gavin told her to get naked, she’d do it in under three seconds flat. “What about you two?” I asked, realizing the liquor was now talking for me. “Why haven’t the two of you hooked up?” Gavin grabbed the bottle and poured another shot, but I noticed he didn’t answer. I looked at Blaze. “Y’all are best friends,” she said, as though that made some kind of sense. “So?” “So, you and I are best friends,” Blaze added. “Does that make us all best friends?” I asked, trying to do the math in my head. “No,” Gavin noted. “It means we’re not willing to sacrifice that friendship.” “Oh.” I watched the two of them for a moment. Then it dawned on me what he meant. “Oooh.”
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Nicole Edwards will be doing a giveaway a day up to the release day of Inked on paper on 1/12//2016! Follow the #NEInked hashtag and visit her Website to find each day's giveaway! Be sure to join the Nicole & Colt Edwards Group on FB for the release day party on 1/12/2016!
About The Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, their three kids, and four rambunctious dogs. When she’s not writing about sexy alpha males, Nicole can often be found with her Kindle in hand or making an attempt to keep the dogs happy. You can find her hanging out on Facebook and interacting with her readers - even when she’s supposed to be writing. Nicole also writes contemporary/new adult romance as Timberlyn Scott. Nicole would love to hear from you! Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Newsletter
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Legend
Real #6 By Katy Evans Release Date February 9, 2015
Synopsis
Maverick “the Avenger” Cage wants to rise to the top and become a legend in the ring. Though he keeps his identity well guarded, he's known on the fighting circuit as the new kid with a chip on his shoulder and a tattoo on his back that marks him as trouble. He's got a personal score to settle with the Underground's one and only Remington "Riptide" Tate. As Mav trains, he meets a young girl—the only other new person in the town--and sparks fly. When things get heated between them, he finds out she's none other than Reese Dumas, the cousin of Remington Tate’s wife. A girl who's supposed to root against him and a girl he's supposed to stay away from. But Maverick fights for the woman in his heart, and the monsters in his blood. The world’s eyes are on them and the victor will go down in history as the ultimate fighting champion; the ultimate LEGEND. * LEGEND is the 6th and final installment of the REAL series, but it can also be read as standalone or after the three Remington and Brooke books (Real/Mine/Remy.)
Excerpt
SEATTLEMaverick ‘Not in a million years, kid.’ ‘No.’ ‘NOT INTERESTED.’ ‘Get the fuck out of my face!’ Four cities in two days, and more doors slammed in my face than I can count. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and scratch another name from my list. Hopping on to a bus and hopping off thirty minutes later, I scan the mix of both commercial and apartment numbers down the block, then knock on my last door. “Coach Hennesy?” He’s a tall man, his hair like pepper, clad in sweats, with a yellow timer hanging from his neck. He gives me a questioning look. “I’m your next champion.” He laughs, but then he must see something on my face. In my stance. Thirst, resoluteness, guts. Maybe I’m wearing my balls in my eyes. He falls sober and swings the door wide-open. “Come on in.” He doesn’t ask for my name. I guess with one look, he knows he’ll find my name in the dictionary, right next to “determined.” He leads me to his garage. “Where’d you train before?” he asks. “Self-taught. I watch videos.” He scoffs, then shrugs. “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.” I eye the equipment across the room. The heavy bag hangs from the ceiling, the leather worn from other fighters before me. There’s a boxing dummy at the corner. Speed bag. Weights. A whole private gym set up here. I drop both my bags, then zip open my backpack and start to put on the gloves without bothering to remove my hoodie. “Take that off; I need to know what you’ve got. Need to see your form,” Hennesy says. I clench my jaw. Slowly unzip my hoodie. Take it off and glance past my shoulder, shifting to keep my back from the coach’s view. The guy is clearing the fighting area. Good. We can get down to business. He walks to me when I face him. “Give it over.” I hand him my hoodie and he tosses it aside, then crosses his arms and looks at me. “Speedball first.” I inhale, position myself before the speedball, and hit. Wham. I keep on hitting, lightning fast, my fists making the bag fly. I would have warmed up first, but I’ve been doing this for days, and I won’t stop until I’ve got myself a coach—and not even then. I’ve got momentum now, and I pick up speed, my arms moving back and forth, working the speed bag until it’s moving so fast you can’t even see it. I’m starting to sweat; it’s stuffy in here, but I can’t stop. I need him to take me on. I need one yes to get me in the ring. Just one yes and I’ll do the rest. “Time.” Hennesy stops me. He signals to the boxing dummy and the heavy bag. “Let’s see you pound the bag.” I swing out and slam my knuckles on the bag, putting everything into my fists. Thack, thump, thud. Hennesy’s composure starts to crumble with excitement. “Holy shit, boy!” I’m getting in to it. I’m in the zone—where it’s just me, the leather brown bag, my fists, and nothing else but slamming the spot I’m looking at. “I’ve seen enough.” He stops the bag from swinging. His eyes glassy. “Fill this out.” I pull off my right glove and grab a pen as he slaps a paper onto a desk at the corner. I bend down to fill out my name and contact information and realize, too late, that I exposed the tattoo on my back. “You’re his boy.” I freeze midsignature. A second ticks by. Then two. I slowly set the pen down and take one last look at the paper. I might not get to fill it out after all. I turn. His face has paled. I wait it out for a few beats. Maybe he’s different. Maybe he can deal with it. He tosses my jacket at me. “Get out. Nobody wants to see you fight.” I frown fiercely as I catch my jacket in my fist and edge forward, equally mad now. “That’s too damn bad. ’Cause I’m fighting anyway.” I keep my eyes on him as I pull off my left glove, shove my arms into my hoodie, and zip up. I walk out and the door slams behind me. I clench my jaw, and I shove my gloves into my bag and spot the old, black gloves inside too. I push them down into the bottom of the duffel bag and zip it up. The season starts in a week and a half. No coach? No fight. I can’t even get into a gym. But I won’t let anyone or anything keep me from the ring. I pick up a penny from the ground. And I spot a girl in workout clothes across the street, tying her shoelaces. She’s a step away from the gym door. I straighten, pull my hoodie over my head, and cross the street, following after her like I belong.
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Real (Book One) The Real Series Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1JzU36O Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1w35g8N Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1zT7J31 iBooks:http://bit.ly/1tHrTct Mine (Book Two) The Real Series Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1JzUa28 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1tHrdns Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1zmq1cT iBooks: http://bit.ly/1yhymBF Remy (Book Three) The Real Series Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1ReiJV3 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1w35lcN Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1ynVnBv iBooks: http://bit.ly/1vlqhom Rogue (Book Four) The Real Series Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1JzUhL7 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1FOFfJy Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1wvpqI6 iTunes: http://bit.ly/12xnylU Ripped (Book Five) The Real Series Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1JzUm1k Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1yia714 Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/11X9CAG iBooks: http://bit.ly/1ynQ9FV
About The Author
Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you! Website: www.katyevans.net Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKatyEvans Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkatyevans Email: [email protected]
Aced
Driven #4 By K. Bromberg Release Date January 11, 2016
Synopsis
Rylee and Colton's ride continues... One moment. Six years ago. The night she made the world around me so much more than just a blur. Now it's the catalyst that threatens to tear us apart. Our happily was supposed to be ever after. So why do I feel like it's slipping through my fingers? How can one moment, when our world seemed so right, resurface and cause our perfect life to spiral out of control? I can't lose her. She's my checkered flag.
Excerpt
“Just wanted to check and make sure you and Rylee were okay.” Thank fuck he finally speaks, pulling me from the temptation to drown my problems away. I swivel so my back faces the kitchen—and the bottle—while I wait for him to say more, ask the questions I know are on his tongue. Yet I’m met with silence. Rolling my shoulders, I blow out a breath as I try to let in the one person who matters most when all I want to do is shut people out right now. “I’m worried about her,” I confess as I look out the window. She’s still curled up on the chaise lounge where she’s been since Haddie left. The food next to her untouched. It’s fucking killing me to not go out there and talk to her, but I’m the reason she’s hurting. I’m not going to let her pull away. Don’t think she will. But she asked for space, and I’m giving it to her. For now. “It takes a lot to catch me off guard, Dad,” I say finally as my mind runs faster than I can say the thoughts, “and this . . . fuck . . . this just blindsided us.” “I don’t want an explanation, son. I’ve lived this life too long to know how people twist and manipulate things to hurt others. I’m just calling to let you know we’re behind you. I’m here if you need to talk and to make sure you take care of her.” “She told me she trusted me to handle this, and now? Now, I don’t even know what the fuck to say to her.” “How about you start by using her name.” My knee-jerk reaction is to yell at him for the comment, but it dies on my lips when I click another link with the mouse and comments fill the screen. I’m sure my dad can hear the sound of my fist hitting the desk through the connection and yet he says nothing. The drywall calls to me. It’s so much more tempting to hit—satisfying—because the destruction is there, visible, and yet helps fucking nothing. “Her name? Easier said than done, Dad. I brought her into my public world, pushed her, and now this is what she gets for loving me?” “I bet she gets a whole lot more than that, Colton, or she wouldn’t be with you.” His words hang on the connection as I struggle whether or not to believe him. Is the more worth enough for her to stick with me through all of this? His words repeat in my head. I sure as fuck hope he’s right. Everything’s been too perfect as of late. Is this the other shoe dropping to put me back in my place and remind me how cruel fate can be? “Remember, son, marriage isn’t about how madly in love you are through the good times, but how committed you are to each other in the bad times.” And as cheesy as my dad’s advice sounds, I hear it. Hold on to it. And hope to fucking God it’s the truth because the shit has most definitely hit the fan. “She won’t even speak to me.” I chuckle in frustration and force myself to turn off the computer. If I see one more image I have a feeling the drywall will be too tempting to resist. Unclench your fists, Donavan. Shove down the urge to hit something. “I probably wouldn’t want to speak to you right now either,” he says.
About The Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love. She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California. On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, Aced (a new Rylee and Colton novel releasing 1/11/16), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently working on new projects and a few surprises for her readers. She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media. Connect With Kristy Facebook • Twitter • Website • Goodreads
Aced
Driven #4 By K. Bromberg Release Date January 11, 2016
Synopsis
Rylee and Colton's ride continues... One moment. Six years ago. The night she made the world around me so much more than just a blur. Now it's the catalyst that threatens to tear us apart. Our happily was supposed to be ever after. So why do I feel like it's slipping through my fingers? How can one moment, when our world seemed so right, resurface and cause our perfect life to spiral out of control? I can't lose her. She's my checkered flag.
Excerpt
Staring at the empty doorway, I’m not quite sure what to think so I lean back in the chair and blow out a slow and steady breath to calm myself. Colton’s never said anything like that to me before, and while everything he just said holds serious merit, I’m still astounded he said it. And while a small part of me warms, knowing he wants to take care of me, a larger part is irritated he’s laying down the law. The irony. It doesn’t mean I have to abide by it though. I look toward the ceiling and close my eyes momentarily. The many things I need to do run through my head, but I can’t do any of them because I can’t leave my house, can’t carry on my life like normal. I’m stuck here and that thought alone makes me feel claustrophobic. I’m exposed to the world but trapped in my house. Feeling defeated, my eyes flutter open to see the beach beyond the windows down below. And for the first time since we’ve met, I truly understand why Colton finds such refuge in his beloved beach—the crash of the waves, the feel of the sand beneath his feet, and the sense he’s this tiny blip on Mother Nature’s radar. A soft chuckle falls from my lips as it hits me. On the beach, he feels inconsequential. How very fitting for a man who once told me I would never be that to him to have the need to feel that way at times. My mind shifts back to that place and time. A ghost of a smile turns up my lips of the welcome memory of the Merit Rum party: dancing in the club followed by him chasing me into the hallway. Angry words. Contemptuous kisses. Hungry eyes. An elevator ride to the penthouse with a promised threat to decide. Yes. Or. No. I find comfort in the memory. Without that night, there most likely wouldn’t be this. No Colton. No baby on the way. No chaos to want to hide from. My eyes are drawn back to the beach. To the temptation of Colton’s place to escape. Sadly, right now, I couldn’t escape down there if I wanted to. At least he can get on his board and paddle out beyond the break to get some distance from the photographers. I’m not so lucky. What I’d give to be inconsequential right now. And yet deep down, no matter how hard I try, I know I will never be that to Colton. He’d never allow it. My handsome, complicated, and very stubborn husband takes too much pride in the two things he never thought he’d have—a wife and her love—to ever let me feel inconsequential again.
About The Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love. She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California. On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, Aced (a new Rylee and Colton novel releasing 1/11/16), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently working on new projects and a few surprises for her readers. She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media. Connect With Kristy Facebook • Twitter • Website • Goodreads
Built
Saints of Denver #1 By Jay Crownover Release Date January 5, 2016
Synopsis
From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men books comes an electrifying new spin-off series, Saints of Denver, featuring all the characters fans have been dying to read about. Sayer Cole and Zeb Fuller couldn’t be more different. She’s country club and fine-dining, he’s cell-block and sawdust. Sayer spends her days in litigation, while Zeb spends his working with his hands. She’s French silk, he’s all denim and flannel. Zeb’s wanted the stunning blonde since the moment he laid eyes on her. It doesn't matter how many smooth moves he makes, the reserved lawyer seems determinedly oblivious to his interest—either that or she doesn't return it. Sayer is certain the rough, hard, hot-as-hell Zeb could never want someone as closed off and restrained as she is, which is a shame because something tells her he might be the guy to finally melt her icy exterior. But just as things start to heat up, Zeb is blindsided by a life altering moment from his past. He needs Sayer’s professional help to right a wrong and to save more than himself. He can’t risk what’s at stake just because his attraction to Sayer feels all consuming. But as these opposites dig in for the fight of their lives, battling together to save a family, the steam created when fire and ice collide can no longer be ignored.
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He took a step closer to me and put his finger under my chin so that I had no choice but to look at that darkening green gaze. “You know what is a big deal?” Without thinking I put my wet hand on the center of his chest and watched as my handprint covered the place where his heart was thudding heavy and strong. He felt so vital and real, like everything I had had my hands on before him was just make-believe. “What?” My voice came out more of a whisper than anything else. “We hung out, I bought you dinner, we talked about our families and shit. We shared. This was a date, Sayer. Maybe not the best first date ever but it was still a date, so you know what that means.” I did? I was still trying to get my head around the fact that it really had been kind of a date when his head lowered toward mine and my lips tickled as his beard got close enough to brush against them. “It means we went on a date, so now you should absolutely put your hands on my dick…a lot. My gentlemanly tendencies only reach so far and with you they have about reached the end of the line.” I gulped a little. “Oh.” That sounded like so many different kinds of dangerous and delicious. I had never asked him to be a gentleman, and frankly one of the reasons I was so attracted to him was because he seemed so rugged and untamed by the conventions I was used to and bored to death by. “Yeah, oh…which I fully intend to make you say over and over again while I’m as deep inside of you as I can get.” When his mouth settled over mine, it was an entirely different mess I was suddenly worried about. There was going to be no cleaning up the wreckage that was going to be left of my heart and body when this man was done with me and that felt entirely like a great big deal even though I was helpless to stop it. It was one mess I intended to embrace and not apologize for even if that went against everything I had ingrained deep down within the very core of me.
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About The Author
Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men and The Point series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs. Links: Website ** Blog ** Facebook ** Twitter BUILT Goodreads ** Jay Crownover Goodreads
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