Book: Barefoot in Pearls Author: Roxanne St. Claire Release Date: January 30, 2015 Genre: Contemporary Romance Summary As her two best friends settle into their happily ever afters, destination wedding designer Arielle Chandler is beginning to wonder if the promise of “The One” – one true love, meant only for her – is merely folklore passed down from her Native American grandmother. But when a mysterious man nearly mows her down on a hill overlooking Barefoot Bay, the legend of destined love suddenly feels very real. That is, until Ari learns of Luke McBain’s plans to demolish a piece of land she believes is sacred. Luke isn’t proud of the fact that he spent ten years as a mercenary warrior, fighting battles for another country. With those dark days behind him, he’s focused on creating a new life instead of destroying others, so he’s moved to Barefoot Bay to launch a contracting business and build a house for an old friend. But when an enigmatic dark-eyed beauty steals his attention and stops his progress with her announcement that he is about to flatten a native burial ground, Luke has a new battle to fight. While their immediate and potent attraction grows complicated, Luke and Ari discover the hills of Barefoot Bay could be hiding something far different – and even more valuable – than ancient art or graves. They are determined to discover the truth, but that will come at a cost. Will they risk their chance at once-in-a-lifetime love to uncover secrets that could change the landscape of Barefoot Bay forever? Excerpt He wasn't handsome, not in any conventional way. Just rough and dark with heavy whiskers over a jaw that looked like it might have met a few fists in its day. His nose was a little off centre and maybe broken once or twice. His chest and shoulders dwarfed her, with no tattoos, no chest hair, just tanned, sweaty skin covering rolling, ripped muscles. “Really sorry,” he said again. But he didn't sound sorry, or look it, either. He scanned her face and made no effort to unlock his grip on her wrist. She should yank free. She should step away. She should stop staring. She should...breathe. But right that minute, bathed in sunlight and pinned by a green-gold gaze the colour of oxidized copper, Ari Chandler couldn't do any of those things. Because her whole body was kind of tingling and buzzing and sparking, like she’d just stuck her entire arm in an electrical socket. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked. “’Cause you look like I rung your bell.” He rang something. There was no other explanation for how light-headed she suddenly felt. “I...I'm...I think...” Words failed her. No chance of a coherent sentence. His brows pulled into a frown as he gently turned her arm and placed a thumb over her pulse, which hit warp speed. “Whoa. Your heart’s racing more than mine.” He started to lower her back to the ground. “Sit down. I have some water in my truck. Let me get it.” “No, no, I'm fine.” But Ari let him guide her down, sitting as he crouched in front of her. “Who runs with their eyes closed?” “I was trained that way.” “For what? Suicide missions?” “Something like that.” His voice, low and charged with mystery, sent another cascade of chills down her spine, a shocking feeling that had no place dancing over her in this heat and humidity. “Really, what are you doing here?” she asked. “Not very many people on Mimosa Key even know how about this place.” Only dirt roads led to this acreage, which was marked at the perimeter as “Private Property.” He glanced around. “I'm checking it out.” “With your eyes closed?” He almost smiled, just enough to show a hint of dimples and straight white teeth. Just enough to take the edge off his face and turn it into something arresting. She needed to look away, but all she could do was blink at the white lights flashing behind her eyes. Had she hit her head or...or...oh, no. No. “No,” she murmured. “No, this isn't…you can’t be...no.” This wasn't possible. “No…what?” he asked, leaning in to get closer to her. “I can’t check the place out? I have the owner’s permission. Do you?” But it was possible. He could be... No, that was her imagination, not the universe answering her plea. Right? “No,” she managed to say. For one long, suspended second, the world around her crystallized, making her hyper-aware of every colour, scent, and sound. Everything was magnified. Like the slow roll of a bead of sweat trickling over a scar on his temple. And the flecks of colour that somehow mixed to make his eyes a haunting blend of emerald and topaz. Even the timbre of his voice, baritone and sweet, and the rhythmic sound of his breaths as the run caught up with him. He smelled like sunshine and the sea, and his hand, still wrapped around her wrist, was like a hot brand of man against her skin. Everything about him was…right. “Miss?” She tried to nod at him, letting the very real possibility of what was happening sink in. “Hey.” He snapped his fingers in front of her face, making her jump. “Do you know your name?” he asked sharply. “Arielle Chandler.” “Place of birth?” “Sacramento, California.” “Husband’s name?” “I don’t have one.” His eyes flickered. “Phone number?” She paused, but not because she couldn't remember it. But because his smile went from almost to full force, and the impact actually hurt. She could practically hear Grandma Good Bear on her deathbed describing exactly these feelings. “No way!” She shook her head, still not believing it. “Hey, it was worth a try.” Still smiling, he leaned back on his haunches. “Since you’re coherent enough to turn me down, I guess you’re okay, Arielle Chandler. In fact, you’re…” He let his gaze drop over her. “You’re fine.” And every cell in her body just went numb. Buy Links Amazon: http://bit.ly/PearlsAmazon iBooks: http://bit.ly/PearlsiBooks Google Play: http://bit.ly/PearlsGooglePlay Author Biography Roxanne St. Claire is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than thirty novels of romance and suspense. She is the author of the Barefoot Bay contemporary series as well as two very popular suspense series, the Bullet Catchers and the Guardian Angelinos. A six-time nominee and one-time winner of the prestigious RITA Award for the best in romantic fiction, Roxanne's books have also been awarded the National Readers Choice Award for best romantic suspense three times, as well as the Daphne du Maurier award, the Booksellers Best Award, the Award of Excellence, the Maggie, the Holt Medallion and many more. Roxanne's books have been published in dozens of countries and are routinely featured as selections in the Doubleday and Rhapsody book clubs. Social Networking Links Website: www.roxannestclaire.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/roxannestclaire Twitter: https://twitter.com/roxannestclaire Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/97088.Roxanne_St_Claire
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A Holiday Greeting From Kennedy Ryan.... Enjoy a bonus Christmas scene from Cam's POV from book 1, When You Are Mine HERE! ♥READ THE SERIES♥ Book 1 - When You Are Mine Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | Kobo | iTunes | Google Play Book 2 - Loving You Always Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | Kobo | iTunes | Google Play Pre-Order Book 3 - Be Mine Forever *can be read as a standalone but the richest reading experience comes with reading all three in the series* Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | Kobo | iTunes | Google Play Kennedy Ryan writes contemporary romance and women's fiction. She always give her characters their happily ever after, but loves to make them work for it! It's a long road to love, so sit back and enjoy the ride. In an alternative universe and under her government issue name, Tina Dula, she is a wife to the love of her life, mom to a special, beautiful son, and a friend to those living with autism through her foundation Myles-A-Part, serving Georgia families. Her writings on Autism have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, and she has been featured on the Montel Williams Show, NPR, Headline News and others. She is donating a portion of her proceeds to her own foundation and to her charitable partner, Talk About Curing Autism (TACA). Her interview series MOMMIES DO THE MOST AMAZING THINGS is featured each month in Modern Mom. Facebook | Twitter | YouTube Channel | Pinterest | Google + | Goodreads Subscribe to Kennedy's Insider List Misguided (Death Dwellers MC #4) Release date: December 5, 2014 A biker: Lucas “Mortician” Banks stopped believing in love after a bitter betrayal. As Club Enforcer, the Death Dwellers MC is his home, where no rules exist and brotherhood rule. He never expected to fall for the daughter of K-P Andrews, a biker from the old guard, who is now deceased. Is love enough to survive secrets, brutality, and betrayal? A beauty: Bailey Andrews was fascinated by the biker from the first moment they met. She seized the opportunity to have his phone number and, somehow, ended up married to him when she accompanied Mortician on a run to Las Vegas. She uncovers the connection between her father and Mortician’s father and the horrible betrayals it led to within the MC. Can she leave the secrets stay buried? Or will she expose them and ruin her marriage to the only man she’ll ever love? A bet: Smug in his assumption he’d never fall as hard for as woman as his Prez fell for a girl, Mortician put his money where his mouth was and made that bet. With 20Gs on the line and two weeks left before he wins or loses, Mortician has to decide if Bailey and their marriage is more important or saving face and keeping his money. Having only ever seen the destruction of love gone wrong, what will Mortician decide? A baby: Now, Bailey’s pregnant with his baby and hiding another detrimental secret that she, herself, recently discovered. Will she have to choose between her life and the baby’s? Or will she find a way to save both herself and her child’s? Warning: This is a brutal tale of worlds colliding—a mega-church with the command to destroy, powerful men with their own agendas, and raw and dirty bikers who will win at all costs. Contains violence, drug use, and excessive foul language. BUY LINKS Amazon: Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/ Barnes and Noble:http://www. Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/ Excerpt: 3:33AM Every decision for life-changing events happened at 3:33 in the morning. Or so his father claimed. To Mortician, though, three thirty three represented something different. Symbolized half of evil and, when put together, created a whole. Six fucking six six, divided by two, equaled half of fucking Satan. Fitting. Sharper and Charlemagne Banks equaled the demonic fucking duo. One couldn’t work without the other. Therefore, life-changing events always took place at three fucking thirty-three—because Fat & Skinny, Evil & Eviler, Slicker & Slickest, worked together. Muscles twitching in anger, Mortician hunkered down in the pew, glaring at the overcrowded pulpit and searching the choir stand for Char as Sharper’s voice droned on. Mortician had spent too many Sundays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays in this fucking building. As the membership grew and Sharper’s pockets swelled, their status inched up. And the fucking deceit went out of control. A flash of silver material caught his eye and Mortician shifted, angling his head to get a better glimpse of her. Char. Still gorgeous with her dusky skin, high cheekbones, and slanted eyes. Bitch couldn’t compare to Bailey, though. Not wanting to think of Bailey right now because he needed to keep calm to get to her, Mortician gritted his teeth and shifted, scowling at the imperious lift of the brow from the older suited-up motherfucker next to him. Suit and tie bent and whispered something to his wife and she peeked around her husband. She was younger, could have been his daughter, except for the way the man buzzed her lips with his own. Unable to help himself, Mortician winked at her. Sadity, stuck-up, society bitch, who would open her legs to him in a minute. He tried his best to stay away from married bitches, a certain cop’s wife being the exception. The nose-far-enough-in-the-air-to-drown-in-a-drizzle motherfucker angled his body toward Mortician in clear warning. He wanted a dick measuring contest here? In church? Really? If not for the maid he’d bribed—well, the knife to her throat had helped—he’d be bored as a motherfucker listening to his father’s baritone voice singing Praise Is What I Do. He needed to act normal. If his dad thought for one minute that Mortician knew he had Bailey, he’d give the order and have her killed. That thought fucked with his head, so Mortician leaned over to fuck with Mr. Asshole and Mrs. Sadity. “If your dick too limp from all the steroids you must fucking take to get so built, I’ll fuck her for you.” Anger lit the man’s dark eyes. Finally, some fucking entertainment. But it didn’t ease the ache in Mortician’s chest. He needed Bailey. No. He needed to get Bailey safe. He didn’t need her. He’d needed his mother and he’d needed Charlemagne and he’d had his heart ripped out both times. Give it up, asshole. You need Bailey. You want her. You love her. So now he was hearing romantic fucking voices in his head? Fuck off. He’d prefer to talk to his dick. Once upon a time, he’d named it Roscoe. Had he ever told Bailey that his dick’s name was Roscoe? Had he even remembered? There wasn’t much he remembered when he was around Bailey. She consumed him. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. But, mostly, he wanted to fucking kill. And he would. Brutally and viciously. Slowly and methodically. Spotify Playlist - Youtube book Trailer - Other books in the series: Misled (Death Dwellers MC #1)Misappropriate (Death Dwellers MC #1.5)Misunderstood (Death Dwellers MC #2)Misdeeds (Death Dwellers MC #2.5)Misbehavior (Death Dwellers MC #3)Misjudged (Death Dwellers MC #3.5) ABOUT THE AUTHOR Kathryn Kelly is living her dream and writing books. She's always been an avid reader and still devours books in her spare time. She also enjoys football, socializing, music, eating, and jokes. In her head, she's the ultimate biker babe. In reality, she's an ordinary girl-next-door and a native New Orleanian. Kathryn Kelly Social Media Links: Twitter: https://twitter.com/katkelwriter Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/KathrynKelly/e/B00H4BM862/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1 Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/kathrynkelly336/ Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/115819834470166817540?hl=en Untouched Releases on December 16th Pre-Order on Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FIKWLa Add it on Goodreads: http://bit.ly/12idaxg Boston Buyers Club Release Dates Untouched - December 16th Stripped - January 7th Exposed - January 21st Bare - February 4th Naked - February 16th Giveaway About Morgan Black © 2014 Microsoft Terms Privacy & cookies Developers English (United States) Title: The Innocent Liar Author: Elizabeth Finn Genre: Erotic Romance Publisher: Musa Publishing Hosted By: DRC Promotions A woman hiding from her past. A man lost in his own… Synopsis Fiona was desperate to find a life in Jackson, Wyoming, but when a job interview that was supposed to be a sure thing turns ugly, she doubts there’s much hope of it. Eli sees through her lies, and regardless of the favor his father has asked of him, he’s just too stubborn to hire a woman who refuses to even give him her real name. But there is a reason for everything, and he finds out soon enough her deceptions have a purpose too. Secrets and lies are nothing to build a relationship on, but a relationship isn’t something either of them seem able to avoid. They’re simply magnets pulled together in a situation that should be driving them apart, but Eli has his own ghosts to contend with, and his past leaves him incapable of trusting a woman he can never fully know. How can they move beyond her lies when the truth is what Eli really needs, and when her past threatens to destroy her, can he rise above his own needs to protect her—his innocent liar? ReviewBuy The BookAbout The Author Elizabeth Finn is a multi-published contemporary romance author. Her passion is creating stories packed full of angsty believable conflicts, characters who leave you rooting for them, and romance that might just short-circuit your e-reader. She likes her characters flawed and scarred, but they always find the best part of themselves on their journey, and her readers find themselves devoted to her authentic, honest and heartfelt voice. Connect with Elizabeth |
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