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Kayla Ashby is bound by her terrifying past, but what haunts her most is her dreams. Can Kayla’s dreams be real? In her dreams, she can fulfill all her erotic desires; she has no boundaries, and can be anyone or anything she wants. She often finds herself with erotic clothing and using a whip and handcuffs.

Kayla has a problem in real life dealing with her demons but at night, while she is sleeping she is no longer the scared little girl she once was. Are her dreams telling her who she really is? And can she break away from her fears to become that person or will she be forever bound by her past?

Her heart is bound to another. She has loved him from the very beginning, but is she worthy of him and his love? Is it possible to overcome all those thoughts and dreams that hold her back and move on? Can Kayla overcome her abandonment issues and discover what it is like to truly love?

Garrett Winters holds his feelings close to his heart. Keeping his true feelings deep inside, hidden from those who surround him, including the one who he wants nothing more than to capture. Lovers come and go, but no one else comes close to doing what they do for each other their bond is immeasurable.

Will fate bring him to his true love or will he forever be bound to finding his heart? When they cross paths again, can their love overcome or will they both be forever, broken?

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I am 34 years old and writing my first book. I am married to my husband David who is being very supportive of my choice to write a book. {I think he likes the fact that I run ideas off his head.} But he would never tell anyone that. I am blessed to be the mom of a little girl named Sage who is the light of my life. {I call her Olga, and she hates it} I did not give birth to her but I choose her. I am blessed with great friends who have always had my back. I have a lot to learn in this world of writing but, so far I am enjoying the ride. I am always willing to help out anyone who is in need all you have to do is ask. I can be reached anytime on face book https://www.facebook.com/tiffanisandersonn And my author page https://www.facebook.com/authorlayla.stevens?fref=ts https://www.facebook.com/pages/Layla-Stevens/697947530238039

And of course twitter @authorLayla And I have also entered the blog world http://laylastevensauthor.wordpress.com/

I look forward to you all reading my book. I hope that it sparks something inside of you that says wow

Love Always Layla Stevens

Excerpt

As I am finally outside I can still hear the low beats of the music and I know that I am lost in my own thoughts. I hear the doors open but never look over to see who it is. Like I care because I don’t know anyone but VI and Wyatt and I am sure she is taking Wyatt to Heaven right about now. As I am caught up in my past life, I think to myself I have to keep my past to myself. I have not even told VI everything that happened or the real reason I am back home. I know the horror stories better than anyone “Hell I lived them” VI has questioned me “why I never wear shorts or skirts” I always change the subject because it makes me cry and I am tired of shedding tears for my past. I hate that Fucking foster family the Damn “Stanton’s” One the outside they were the perfect white collar family, had money, and had clout with in this damned city. But when we were home it was far from perfect. The boys or assholes as I call them tortured me in all ways. Wow big flipping deal. They took everything from me. I have the stupid ass scars to prove it. The bastards left me for dead.” Sad thing is I would not even spit on them if they were burning alive in front me, I’d let the bastards burn. I am still lost in my own thoughts, and I never even thought about looking around To see who was out there with me, I know people are around as I can hear muffled conversations and even someone panting like they are having sex out here in the open. I would not doubt it as it is dark enough out here and they would have the privacy. And it is turning me on like there is a damn fire burning on the inside. I have to get some damn relief and fucking soon I think to myself but something still feels off, I still feel as though I am being watched. “I shake my head from right to left to just shake the feeling I have, when all of a sudden I turn my head more to the left and there is he is. Garrett is standing right fucking there staring at me with a look of pure animal lust in his Eyes.” The things I want to do this man, makes my insides tingle. What the hell why am I feeling like this, the next thing I know is I am pushed up against the side wall by the door and the railing that leads to the parking area. “He is kissing me with all his might I am trying to fight him for all of about negative 3 seconds. His hands are going all over my body and I am so stunned by the intrusion that I can’t do anything, my hands are not moving, but my body is betraying me in all aspects. I have a tingling sensation deep down in my deepest part of my core. He is like a fucking itch I can’t scratch. My nipples are so hard they are like diamonds. I can feel the wet spot on my jeans, and all he is doing is kissing me. “I am kissed like I am the last woman alive” I see shooting stars in the back of my eyes. “I feel myself surrender to his kisses.” I want this man so fucking bad but I know I am not worth his time. I never thought I’d see him again much less, Kissing me like there is no tomorrow… “Holy Hell” I think to myself I could die right now and be in heaven, but I have to fight it, because I can’t let him know he is affecting me the way that he is.

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”>After spending the last two years stuck behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, <strong>Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson</strong>’s time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge. Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed. Trying to settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are turned and the woman who framed her is out for blood. Lucky for Princess, growing up in a MC has taught her how to hold her own.</span></p>

<span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”> After spending years in hell overseas, <strong>Donavon ‘Cruz’</strong> came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs. </span>

<span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”> When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life. Trying to meet the needs of the MC business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and lives are at stake. </span>

<span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”> Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?</span>

<span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”> <strong><i>*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only.*</i></strong></span>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Sugar, you just stirred up a shit storm.” The southern drawl to his voice mixed with the smell of leather, cigarettes, and radiating testosterone would have made my pussy clench, but he ruined that by pressing a damn gun to my head.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Low, don’t.” I ignored Casey just as I always did. Quickly, I turned my body. As my arm reached back to knock the gun out of his hand, I instantly froze. The three patch rag falling on his chest was a red light flashing in my eyes. Immediately, I stopped, putting my hands in front of me. I would never touch a brother, outside of the ring that is.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>The man standing in front of me caught my breath and short-circuited my senses. His broad shoulders were covered with a skin-tight, black t-shirt and leather rag adorned with several patches that fit him like a glove. His bulging arms were covered in tattoos from the wrist up. They were flexed, one pointed the gun with precision, and the other was fisted at his side. His light caramel hair was cut short on the sides, but longer on the top, begging for a woman’s fingers to run through it. His beard was cut very short to his skin making my mouth water, wondering what it would feel like between my thighs. His sapphire eyes narrowed at me as I stared effortlessly in them, becoming entranced unable to speak.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“What the fuck is going on here?” Breaking from this man’s stare, I focused on the familiar voice I’ve missed for too long. Pops eyes swept the room quickly, and when his eyes landed on mine, the anger in them instantly faded. “What the hell’s going on?” He eyed the man with the gun pointed directly at my head and he clenched his hands into fists.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Hey, Pops,” I said, turning my eyes back to the beautiful specimen in front of me, wanting him to know that I wasn’t afraid. If I needed a bullet in my head, so be it. I wouldn’t shy away.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“You know this bitch?” the hot asshole in front of me clipped, and my lip curled slowly. If he wasn’t wearing that rag, I’d show him how much of a bitch I could be.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Put the damn gun down, Cruz,” Pops said jokingly. The anger dripping off this man’s face in front of me told me he didn’t see anything funny about this. He began to take a step closer. “Cruz. Stop!” Pops barked loudly as the other guys started walking up behind him. Cruz instantly stopped, but kept the gun on me. “Cruz, this is my daughter, Princess.”</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Shit. Are you fucking kidding me?” Cruz’s anger was actually pretty funny, and I had to stifle the small laugh that wanted to escape. I had too much respect to let it fly. But the shocked look on his face was pretty priceless coming from a tattooed hot-ass. I probably should have told him that sooner, but what can I say … I was born a bitch.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“No, I’m not fucking kidding you. Get the fuck away from her, and put the goddamn gun down.” Moving my head to Pops, I could see he was fuming. Whenever Pops was mad, his forehead turned bright red, and the lines throughout it became more prominent along with the vein that ticked with this heartbeat. It’s a look I always hated growing up, and it used to scare the ever-loving shit out of me.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>My eyes flicked back while Cruz took one more look at me. “If you’re still pissed later, we can meet in the ring.” I smiled my damnedest. I could see the smoke threatening to come out of his ears. Confusion laced his eyes, but I wasn’t about to explain right now. I held out my hand to Cruz, “Nice to meet ya. I’m Harlow.” He stared me down as if he was hoping he could make me combust into a million pieces. Sorry Buddy, your super powers won’t work. I’ve been here too long to let that get me.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>He tentatively lowered the gun, putting it behind his back, bringing his hand to mine. My hand slipped into his warm, rough, strong grip, a shock raced through my body, beginning at my connected hand and racing all the way through to my feet setting my body on fire. “Cruz.”</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”>Ryan Michele’s a mom and wife who works full time. She lives in the Midwest and enjoys being outside when the weather’s nice. She even helps out in the corn field when it’s necessary.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”>Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born.  Then Wanting You and currently Ravage Me.</span></p>

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<h5><span style=”color: #000000;”>Alex</span></h5>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>If women tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. People say I’m arrogant and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to me in the first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident, self-assured man who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I wanted when it came to Evie …</span>

<h5><span style=”color: #000000;”>Evie</span></h5>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>I thought he was what I wanted. I thought he would be perfect. I dreamed of my prince charming – loving me and being the one who I could tell my deepest, darkest fears to. Now all I fear is him. When I found out the truth of not only his, but my parents’ deception, all I wanted to do was run – run as far as I could from my godforsaken life and start again somewhere where nobody would know my name. In reality, I knew that wasn’t possible … well, not until I met Grayson Glines.</span>

<h5><span style=”color: #000000;”>Grayson</span></h5>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Oh, she’s cute alright, but damaged too. Not weak, though, please don’t mistake the two. This girl has fight and balls of steel. She’s got a hard stare that makes you look away, shy that she’s caught you gazing. And her eyes, man, they’re something else. What do they tell me?</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Set me free. </span></blockquote>

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<h5 style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Prologue – Alex</span></h5>

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<span style=”color: #000000;”>If women tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. They do like it, and do you know how I know this? They’ve all become a little too obsessed with books and movies that make masochistic males out to be the good guys. So as I tell you my side of the story, remember, I’m the good guy. Well, at the very least, I’m good-looking.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>People say I’m arrogant and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to me in the first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident, self-assured man who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I wanted when it came to Evie.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>That girl wasn’t like the others, which is probably why I took the whole game to another level and had to put a ring on her finger. I wanted her as my property. She needed to be mine to do what I wanted with; mine to control. She was a challenge. Even now I can see it in her eyes as she’s gagging on my cock. Now don’t go and get all soft on me. You think she really doesn’t want this? Bullshit. She’s a great actress, the theatrics all being part of the game. It makes it more exciting for me and her if she puts up a little resistance.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Do you know what I like best about Evie? Her mouth. She’s got these luscious lips that are full and plump. I’m preferable to her painting them with a red glossy lipstick because it gets me off to see the bright stain around my cock as she gives me head. Like the clothes she wears and the way she acts, I control everything down to her make-up. I have her wear the kind of make-up that I’m preferable to. Don’t judge. I told you, I like control.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>It’s been a long day. I’ve had conferences with clients and dinner with business partners. We’ve only just returned to our apartment in the city but my night is far from over. There will always be more work, it’s the nature of the beast. I didn’t get to being CEO of my own company by slacking off. Labouring jobs are for losers. Sure, I had a privileged upbringing and was born with the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, but I still believe in good work ethics. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and if I want to continue on my path of wealth and success then I’m damn well going to put my work before absolutely everything.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>First things first, though. Despite the lateness of the evening, I wanted a little release. I wanted those red lips on my cock, sucking me until my balls cease to ache with lust. I’m not going to stop until I’ve squirted my seed into her throat and made her swallow the whole damn lot.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Nights like these, I prefer to sit in my leather chair that faces out of the panorama glass windows that afford views over the Brisbane River. The lights of the Story Bridge twinkle back at me and the water looks dark, murky and mysterious under the night sky. I bought this apartment as a wedding gift for Evie, but for the most part I don’t think she likes it. Ungrateful springs to mind, although it could just be the company. I’m seriously laughing as I tell you that, because to be honest, I don’t give a fuck whether she likes me or not. She’s mine and that’s all that matters.</span>

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<span style=”color: #000000;”>While downing my fifth scotch for the evening, I beckon her to me. She says nothing, but she knows what I want. Forget the elephant in the room; it’s a bit hard to hide my bulging erection that I’ve freed from my pants. Most people would be worried about getting their four hundred dollar trousers dirty. Not me. That kind of money is pocket change in my world. Despite her eagerness to oblige me, there is a reason behind her willing to please. I mean come on, if you haven’t figured it out already you’re not as smart as I thought you were. Okay, I’ll spell it out for you any way. I get a little rough. Not all the time, but if you don’t give me what I want, well, let’s just say there are consequences.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>‘On your knees’. There was no need for the command, but fuck, I’ve got to say I like the sound of my own voice. It’s rich, deep, commanding and powerful. It speaks of a man who has always gotten what he wants. Evie is no exception. I wanted her then and I want her now. She obliges me by sliding to her knees, her silk stockings making it slippery on the tiles for her. She grabs my knees to steady herself before leaning forward to take me in her mouth, all the while not making eye contact with me. I let her get away with it for the minute, but my patience has limits.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Her mouth is hot and wet. It is utter delight as her lips start to move back and forth over my shaft, messily leaving behind her lipstick as she does. As she goes to work on me, I down the last of my drink before taking her carefully done braid in my grasp. Evie is definitely in my league as far as looks go. She’s got long, blonde hair that has never seen the inside of a salon. All the streaks and highlights are from time spent outdoors. Sometimes she likes to challenge me on my rule of her keeping it natural. I think her opposing opinions are merely to rile me up so that I put her in her place. Yes, I do think she secretly likes me smacking her arse. It may belittle her at the time but you can be rest assured it makes her think twice before raising the subject again. I refuse to have my wife look like some fake, tarted-up bimbo. I want her looking natural – well, except for the red lippy. The red lipstick stays.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>I’m not going to give it up easily. I’m going to make her work for it. Hell, I even zone out for a while, taking in the city that is my playground. Living and working in a town that is fast becoming a place that doesn’t sleep is like a drug. The more I immerse myself in it, the more I want to be king of this empire. Slowly but surely I’m putting other companies out of business. Pretty soon I’m going to have everything I ever dreamed of.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Evie is sucking greedily now. Not because she’s into it, because she’s not. Oh let’s be honest! She just wants me to give it up so she can get the job over and done with. I know she doesn’t mind me fucking her vanilla, but blowjobs have never been her thing. She tried to pull off me once just as I was about to come. What a mistake. She’s never tried to pull that shit again, although she still gags, the reflex an unbreakable trait. Like now, for example; even in the darkly lit living room I can see her eyes beginning to water as my dick swells against the back of her throat. I’m sure she can taste my pre-come – the salty, bitter fluid already affording her a taste of what’s to come.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>I slide a little lower in my leather seat, thrusting just that little bit more inside of her mouth. She tries to back off, although there’s no escape. Her braid that is wound tightly around my fist is tugged ever so slightly, a reminder that I have control of her head. I’m close and she knows it. I can feel her reposition my dick towards the back corner of her mouth where her molars are so she doesn’t have to taste my semen on her taste buds. If I was any kind of man, which I am, I should be rather insulted by this – which I am. And when I’m insulted, I’m not very forgiving.</span>

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<span style=”color: #000000;”>When I come, I come hard. And no, it’s not aimed at the back of her mouth like she’d have liked. Pulling her hair makes her wince and she loses some of the suction on my shaft, her lips making sucking and slurping noises as she tries to reposition me back to where she’d like me. Unfortunately for her, she’s too late. Her perfectly positioned tongue is only lapping at the eye of my cock when I blow in her mouth. I’ve got to give her credit for her spunk because she does try to pull away. Unsuccessfully, I might add. My grip on her hair forces her to remain right where she is. I keep her there until I’m licked clean. Getting a blow job is not as good as fucking her pussy, but it sure comes a close second. I never give her the satisfaction of pleasurable sounds coming from my mouth, though, because that would be giving her the green light that she has in some way pleased me. And with the knowledge that she has pleased me would give her power. Power I don’t want her to have.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>There may, or may not be tears in her eyes tonight. They have no effect on me whatsoever. I dismiss her to bathe before bed while I pour myself a refill of scotch. Twenty-two stories below, people are still walking the boardwalk that runs along the river’s edge. Some are alone, others huddled together like love birds. It’s a sentiment I’m not familiar with. My whole life is lived like a business transaction. I know I like having Evie in my life and I know I like the status of being a married man. But love, well, it’s not for me.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>In the beginning I know Evie foolishly thought that it could be that way between us. Like her parents, she was lured into the deception I was selling. Trust me when I say, no one sells lies like I do. I showed them what they wanted to see; revealed the parts of me and my life that would be desirable by a family like theirs. Each and every one of them fell hook, line and sinker. It’s laughable, really, that one family could be so gullible. I’m sure over the last three years they’ve all tried to think a way out of the Alex Stratford contract, but all I can say is, ‘Over my dead body,’ or more likely, over theirs. </span>

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<h5 style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>About the Author</span></h5>

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<span style=”color: #000000;”>S. Pratt is a multi-genre author who lives on the east coast of Australia in northern New South Wales with her husband and two children. She has a choc Labrador, Scooby-Doo, and two little mice that the kids promised they’d look after. This is now Shelly’s job, amongst other things. Things you may not know about Shelly? She has four tattoos and would love more, is only now in her 30’s becoming a wine whore and is a fiercely, loyal friend.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Shelly’s breakout novel, Ruined and companion novella, Ruining Angel are contemporary romance fiction books available on kindle and print from the Amazon store.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Sanctuary of Mine is her latest work in the New Adult Romance genre. (Graphic Design by Cover It Designs). Available NOW.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Beloved Soul by Shelly Pratt is available through Amazon and is published through Eternal Press. Please note that Beloved Soul’s cover artwork, editing and publication are all done through Eternal Press.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>All other novels are written and published by S. Pratt. Editing acknowledgements go to those who are listed on each individual book title.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>You can find all the latest information about Shelly and her other books (in different genres) by visiting</span> <em><a href=”http://facebook.com/authorpratt”>http://facebook.com/authorpratt</a></em&gt; <span style=”color: #000000;”>or</span> <em><a href=”http://shellypratt.net/”>http://shellypratt.net</a></em&gt; <span style=”color: #000000;”>or</span> <em><a href=”http://twitter.com/authorprattster”>http://twitter.com/authorprattster</a></em&gt;

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Title</strong>: <em>Destroyed</em></span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Author</strong>: <em>Pepper Winters</em></span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Genre</strong>: <em>Contemporary Romance</em></span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Expected Release Date</strong>: <em>February 2014</em></span></p>

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<h5 style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Synopsis</span></h5>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>She’s a woman with a dirty secret.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> I’m complicated. Not broken or ruined or running from a past I can’t face. Just complicated. For good reason.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> I thought my life couldn’t get any more tangled in deceit and confusion. But I hadn’t met him. I hadn’t been sucked into his lies or taught to run from everything that he is. Instead, I let him ensnare me, seduce me, trap me with secrets—Hazel Hunter</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> He’s a man with a killer secret.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> I’ve never pretended to be good or deserving. Despite the shadows I live in, I’m ultimately a slave to my secrets and that gives me a free pass to chase who I want, be who I want, act how I want.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> I didn’t have time to lust after a woman I had no right to lust after. I told myself to shut up and stay hidden. But how could I deny her? How could I deny my one chance at redemption? But then she tried to run. I’d found a cure to my existence and damned if I would let her go—Roan Fox</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> And secrets silently destroy them.</span></blockquote>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><b>I</b> didn’t believe her when she said she was complicated.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>She didn’t believe me when I said I had secrets.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>I didn’t understand the truth, even when she let me glimpse behind her mask.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>She didn’t understand that I couldn’t live with the consequences.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>I thought she was a saint.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>She thought I was a sinner.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Too bad we didn’t try to find the truth.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>We both paid the price.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>We destroyed each other.</span></p>

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<h5 align=”center”><span style=”color: #000000;”>About the Author</span></h5>

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<span style=”color: #000000;”>Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

Her debut book Tears of Tess is followed by Quintessentially Q and Twisted Together. You didn’t think Q could stop so soon, did you? Her other two titles, Last Shadow and Broken Chance will be coming soon.</span>

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SynopsisKaiya Marlow has always been cautious, precise in every decision she makes. When her dark past threatens to resurface, she decides to take precautions to protect herself by enrolling in self-defense classes at her gym.

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Her instructor, Ryker Campbell, is the tattooed womanizer everyone warns about. Kaiya deliberately avoids Ryker outside of their classes together, but the more time they spend training together, the harder it is for Kaiya to resist him.

Ryker’s view on relationships is simple: strictly sex, nothing more. Haunted by demons from his past, he never allows himself to become attached to any woman. No attachment means no weakness, no vulnerability, no pain. He doesn’t realize that his whole world is about to be turned upside down when the stunning Kaiya enters his self-defense class. Determined to have her, at least for one night, Ryker sets a plan into motion that will change both of their lives forever.

Will love be able to heal their scars, or will they be too deep to overcome?

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My arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her to where her toes barely touched the ground. My hands began to roam lower, and I knew if we didn’t stop, I was going to end up taking her right there on the mat like our first time. The problem was that there were still people in the gym, unlike before when we were the only two there.

Breaking away, I set my forehead against hers as I said, “If we don’t stop, I’m going to take you right here, right now.”

Reconnecting our lips, she whimpered with desire, “I need you.”

Fuck me. There was no way that I could say no to that. Picking her up, her legs wrapped around my waist as our mouths collided. I walked towards the door before fumbling with the handle and locking it, then headed to the closet.

Kicking the door closed, I maneuvered around most of the boxes and equipment inside before positioning us against one of the bags that lined the walls. No one should find us, unless one of the other employees happened to come in for some reason, but I really didn’t give a fuck at the moment—I had to have her.

As I moved her shorts and panties to the side, she grabbed my cock and pulled it out, eager for me to enter her. Guiding me to her, her hands placed my head at her opening, which was already wet with her arousal for me.

Slowly, I pushed myself inside her, gradually filling her until her pussy surrounded my length. We groaned in unison as I began to roughly pound her against the bag, grasping her hips for deeper penetration.

My mouth found Kaiya’s neck as she continuously moaned, her cries of pleasure becoming louder and louder with each of my thrusts. Savoring her skin, I began to push her shirt up, needing to feel her flesh against mine. Kaiya maneuvered to help me remove her top before taking off her sports bra, letting it fall to floor.

My shirt was added to the pile as Kaiya eagerly pulled it off. Her hands roamed over my shoulders and arms as my mouth claimed her breast, my tongue ring flicking over her hardened nipple. She arched against me as I moved to her other tit, sucking it deep into my mouth.

Wrapping her legs tighter around me, she forced my dick deeper inside her sex. Growling my approval, I thrust harder as her nails dug into my biceps and her head tipped back against the bag.

“Ryker?” a voice called out from outside the door. Shit.

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Evan Martin was a country boy at heart with big dreams. He grew up in a small town in Utah, playing football since middle school. He thought his future with his girlfriend would be perfect, until she became pregnant and ripped his heart out. Evan decided then he was never going to play football again and he wanted as far away from Utah as possible.
Evan had always wanted to be a lawyer and decided to move to New York City to attend NYU and pursue becoming a criminal lawyer. He never wanted to look back at his past. The past that at one time was his future – his everything.
Evan had plans to go through his college years being a bachelor and playing the field. Little did he know that he would meet Lila Carls and fall madly in love. The only problem was Lila was already in a relationship.
Although Evan knew Lila was in love with another man, that didn’t stop him from stealing her heart as well. He knew he could never have all of her, but he wanted it all. After losing someone very close to him, he decided to act on his feelings he had developed for an attached Lila. Even though Lila had a boyfriend she acted on those feelings as well.
Once Lila breaks his heart after stringing him along and borrowing his love, he thought he would never want or love anyone as much as he did Lila. That was until a friend from his past Tatum Kelley walked back into his life. He had known her all of his life and never once looked at her the way he was now. Would she steal his heart and heal him again?
Years after Lila was married to another man and lived miles away, she walked back into Evan’s life and that one night of love and lust changes everything. Lila has a secret and it could ruin Evan’s future with Tatum or only make it better.

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Delisa Lynn grew up in Columbus Ohio and loves Buckeye football. After working in retail photography for sixteen years, she wanted to take a different path and attended college where she received a diploma in Medical Assisting. She married her high school sweetheart, and moved to the Midwest, missing the east coast they decided to move back and are now residing in Western New York with their fur daughter Sophie. Delisa has always had a passion for reading, and has wanted to write her own novel. Delisa loves the outdoors, traveling, shopping and family time. When not writing, you can find her snuggling up with her fur daughter and reading a good book or watching a good movie. Delisa is currently writing Borrowed, a Novella from Evan Martin’s POV. Also look for Embracing Us and Embracing Hearts, all releasing early 2014.

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Title: Arianna – Behind the Words Series #1

Author:  Savannah Stewart

Release Date: 2014

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Synopsis:

Arianna Moore is one half of the female rock duo, The Daughters of Darkness. She has walls built up around her heart that are taller than any skyscraper. But when an unexpected gig throws her and Jayde Kimberland a deal of a lifetime, Arianna finds herself intertwined with the rock star bad boy, Bryden Rowe, who leads the platinum selling rock group, From Yesterday. His reputation isn’t the best and she doesn’t want to be another notch on his belt.

Will she be able to keep those walls firm in place or will Bryden be the one to finally knock them down?

When the past comes knocking on both their doors, emotions run high, and tensions run even higher. Will they be able to break past all the barriers and find comfort in one another or will it only last while on the road?

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“What are you doing, Bryden?” My voice came out in an exhausted sounding tone.

He turned back to me and caged me in with his arms once more. His grey-blue eyes were piercing into me and all I could do was slouch back against the elevator wall. “Why do you have such a negative outlook about me, sassy girl? What have I done to make you feel the way you feel about me and what can I do to change that?” Bryden closed his eyes and placed his forehead back against mine. His breath was slightly blowing against my face as he breathed. The faint smell of whiskey and honey lingered in the air. “Let me in…please…just let me in.” His lips were so close to mine and I wanted so badly to kiss him again, but I knew that I couldn’t.

“I can’t.” I whispered.

He opened his eyes and the sadness that I saw almost caused me to cave but the sudden ringing of my cell phone startled me out of the moment. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked at the screen, Brett’s name was flashing. “I’ve got to take this…” as Bryden pushed off the wall and turned away from me. “Hey Brett…” I chimed into the phone. I could see Bryden working his jaw back and forth at the sound of his name which caused my heart to ache. He leaned forward and un-did the stop button to allow the elevator to continue climbing up the floors. Then he pushed floor twelve, it was his way of letting me know that I needed to go back to my own room. I wasn’t listening to what Brett was rambling on about in my ear; instead I was watching Bryden standing there like a sad broken man would. My heart was officially confused.

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