Hello everyone! Glad to see you here! Today is the second day of the Succubus Kiss Character Tour and our guest is Sage.
I was hoping that today will be a bit better, but I’m still so nervous!! And not to mention Sage is just gorgeous!! *looks in the mirror quickly*…I hope she didn’t see it…nope, she’s smirking…she has seen it… *sigh*.
But anyway, let’s get started!
A bit about Sage:
*clears my throat*
1. How did you and Kenna meet?
We work at the same club, Spark. We’re the best damn bartenders that have ever walked through those doors.
2. What was your first thought about her?
Honestly? I was envious of her. I ran that place, until Landon hired a succubus. A little healthy competition is good though, right? That was how I viewed it after a while.
3. When did you meet Randal for the first time?
When he saved me. Turned me. Whatever you want to call it. Randal has that hero complex going for him. It’s a trait of his I love.
4.So…Kenna and Randal…how do you feel about that?
I don’t know why everyone keeps asking me this question. I’m fine with it. Really. Sometimes you just have to let go. Right? Kenna is a friend, and Randal is my creator. End of story.
5. Do you have any feelings for him?
I did. Isn’t it obvious? But who could blame me? The guy is gorgeous.My feelings for him are all in the past though. He’s with Kenna now.
6. How do you feel about Kenna now?
I’m not sure where you’re going with this. I mean, I like her. She’s someone I call a close friend. Things were a little wishy-washy for a bit, but I think everything is good now. I apologized.
7. What are your thoughts on Kenna’s situation?
Her situation? You mean the wraith. I hate it for her. She’s such a great person, and I hate that she’s been infected by something so deadly. It’s something no one should have to go through. Ever.
As I watch Sage leaving my room I cringe a bit. That wasn’t the best interview…but then again I was dying to know all the answers….
I hope you all enjoyed my interview! And tomorrow…..dum dum dum…we meet DEX!!!! EEEKKKK!!! I am so excited!! I think I need new shoes, dress…like really sexy one *daydreaming*
See you tomorrow guys!
And oh! Just as a reminder of the schedule!!
Healing (Finding Home Book one) by Rachel Caid
After a devastating loss, Anna Johnston has finally gotten the pieces of her life to fit back together and has created a comfortable pattern for her and her son, Roman. Trying to protect both of their hearts, Anna has given up on dating accepting that she will never completely heal from losing Roman’s father.
Noah Evans just got out of a relationship based on lies and isn’t looking for anything permanent. New to town, he and his friend and business partner are focused on finishing their new remodel and making money. One boys’ night out introduces him to Anna and all of that changes. Noah wants something real; a place to call home.
He might be pushy, but Noah is determined determined get what he wants. Just as Anna and Noah start to come together, someone from the past comes back to cause trouble.
Can Noah convince Anna to take a chance on him and break free from the pain of her memories? Will Anna look past what she cannot change to see a future that includes Noah?
**Due to graphic sex scenes 18+ please
Cover Designer: All By Design
About the Author
Rachel Caid lives in Missouri with her husband and two sons. She is a self-proclaimed coffee addict with no plans on recovery and an avid reader of all types of romance. Her day job is very black and white, so she enjoys being able to lose herself in the colorful world on novels; whether it’s reading or writing them.
Title: Love Collides (Fate’s Love Book 3)
Author: L.A. Cotton
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary
Release: June 30th
Staci Jameson is independent to a fault. But after growing up in the shadow of an overprotective family, and being let down by the only person that promised to always be there for her, Staci locked away her heart and vowed only to rely on herself.
Until a tall dark and sexy-as-sin player reawakens something inside of her.
Kade Ford knows what some people will do in the name of love, and it isn’t all hearts and flowers. It’s the reason he isn’t looking to settle down. Ever. Instead, he plays the field and never gets too close.
Until a tiny blonde firecracker barrels her way into his life and leaves him wanting more.
What starts as a one-night stand turned friends-with-benefits arrangement begins to blur into something neither of them saw coming?or wanted. And when secrets from their pasts catch up with them, the very thing that they are both running from might just be the thing that they need the most. Will Staci and Kade turn to each other or will they let their pasts define their future?
Sometimes two people don’t just come together…they collide.
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He looked at me and extended his hand. “We have to dance. Bride’s orders.”
I blew out an exasperated sigh, my hand hovering over his. Electricity literally snapped between us. “Well, if the bride says, then I guess I’ll do as I’m told.”
Kade’s face cracked a smug smile, as if to say ‘oh, you’ll do as you’re told, all right,’ and his hand curled around mine. The electricity ran up my arm, causing me to shudder.
Knock it off. I chastised myself for letting him get to me.
The other groomsmen found their bridesmaids, and we all made our way to the checkered dance floor. Livy looked so pleased with herself; I shot her a discreet scowl. She was the only person who knew about my brief history with Kade Ford, and that was only because she tricked it out of me after one too many tequilas last year.
Kade wrapped me in his strong arms and started swaying us to the music. “You look so damn fuckable in that dress.”
My head snapped up to meet his hooded stare. He looked like he wanted to devour me. Shit, Jameson… PULL IT TOGETHER. I gave Kade my best fake smile and said, “Does that line actually work, Ford? Because I’ve heard better.”
The smug smile he was wearing slowly transformed into a lazy grin only making him sexier—if that was possible. He dipped his head into the crook of my neck and whispered against my skin, “Maybe, but have you ever had better?”
The guy was a walking, talking jerk. I’d known some douches in my time, but Kade Ford was—and always would be—douche canoe number one. The kind of douche that left a mark, but a douche nonetheless.
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Fate’s Love (Fate’s Love Book 1)
Love’s Spark (Fate’s Love Book 2)
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Swoon worthy and heart stopping New Adult Romance.
L.A is author of the Fate’s Love Series and Chastity Falls Series. Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time mum to two little people with writing. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L. A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.
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Title: The Quest For Perkins Vale (Legendary Rock Star #3)
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 22, 2015
I’m not sure I know what to think of the girl I’ve searched for since I was thirteen; she isn’t exactly how I remembered her.
I’m twenty-five, a guy and a virgin. Yep, you read that right; I’m still a virgin. Why you ask? Because I met the woman of my dreams when she was still a girl and I’ve been searching for her ever since we met. I’ve saved myself for her, as I believe she saved herself for me. Why again? Because I will love her, like she will love me, when we finally meet, again. I’d like to think it was that simple, but I don’t really know if she will love me. I only hope she will. If she doesn’t, she won’t be the right girl for me, because like I said, I’ve been saving myself for the woman of my dreams. I just don’t know where she is…but I won’t stop searching until I find her. That is my mission. My quest.
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“We met before. A long time ago in what I believe was your uncle’s home.”
She only nodded, waiting for me to continue. Her hesitancy told me she might not remember me, and I felt a pinch in my heart. I’d been holding onto the memory for so long. I knew it was dangerous to hope she had held the memory, as well.
“My uncle has many homes. Which one was it?”
I paused. She didn’t remember; it was obvious.
“The one near Lake Avalon.”
She only nodded in an I-see sort of way.
“And you know my uncle, how?”
I began to wonder when this became her question and answer time versus mine.
“Arturo’s father was a friend of his.”
“Arturo? Was he the guy on the other bike?”
I stopped flipping the bacon and pinched my eyebrows at her.
“Yes. Arturo King.”
She continued to look at me without recognition.
“You do know who Arturo King is, right?”
“Isn’t he the lead singer of The Nights?”
“Yeah. The band playing last night at The Round Table.”
I continued to stare at her, hesitant in my words, hopeful that she recognized the band.
“And that makes you….?”
I looked at her suddenly aghast.
“You don’t know who I am?”
“Of course, you’re…” She paused.
I couldn’t believe it. She had no idea who I was.
“You don’t know, do you? How could you get on the bike with me, if you had no idea who I was?”
I began to beat the eggs briskly before dumping them into the ready skillet.
“I…” She stopped.
I returned my surprised face to look at hers.
“Do you make it a habit of going home with strangers? Men you don’t know?”
“I…” She looked hurt suddenly, but her face changed instantly to a hard shield. “It’s none of your damn business who I go home with or not. You practically kidnapped me. Once I was on the bike, it’s not like I had a choice. Ride or die.”
“Ride or die?” I choked, a side of my lips curling upward, biting back a laugh.
“Yeah. Ride, or jump off and die.”
I returned to flipping the bacon, thoughtful for a moment.
“I would never hurt you,” I said softly, still looking at the sizzling meat in the pan.
Silence filled the space next to the crackle of frying bacon.
“Will you please tell me who you are?” she finally asked, her voice no more than a whisper. “We won’t be strangers once you tell me your name.”
Sighing, I responded, “I’m Perkins Vale.”
Although I’d heard it before, I hardly expected it from her.
“Alan Vale’s son?”
Yep. For someone who hardly recognized Arturo King, and didn’t recognize me as Perkins Vale, she knew Alan Vale?
“You know my father, but not me?” I couldn’t hold it in and laughed without humor.
“Alan Vale was one of the greatest singer-guitarists of all times. His band won Grammys when they were young and old. The Valentines are classic.”
Classic, I thought. Greatest, I almost choked.
“I didn’t know him,” I bit out. Silence filled the air again between us.
Plating eggs and bacon for her, I served her before I did the same for myself. I sat on a stool that made me perpendicular to her, so I could almost face her. She took several small bites of the food as if she was afraid it might poison her, but I devoured the meal, which I hoped prove to her it was safe to eat.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “about your dad.”
I took a final gulp of coffee to steel my courage and ask her questions.
“Why were you in a women’s shelter?”
“You think I…” She stopped. “How do you know my name again?” she interrupted herself, as she squinted at me.
“I know your uncle. Women’s shelter? Why?”
“We’ve met before?”
I had already concluded she didn’t remember our first meeting.
“This is not how this is going to happen, Hollister.” I needed to change the direction of this inquisition. “I have questions, then you can have yours.”
Delicately, she placed her fork on her plate and crossed her arms under her chest, forcing her breasts to rise. It distracted me and my body reacted again to her. I had to divert my eyes from the temptation of wanting to know what it felt like to cup them, tug them with my mouth, bite her nipples to see how hard they could get, and make her scream without hardly touching her.
Her gaze on me narrowed again.
“Are you done yet? I know your reputation.”
I laughed, this time in earnest.
“You don’t know me, but you know of my reputation?”
“Who hasn’t heard of the Hands-Free Lover?”
“What?” I choked, although I had heard that God-awful nickname amongst many others.
“Hands-Free Lover. Known to make a woman scream in ecstasy without even touching her.”
“Wow. That’s powerful stuff.” I smiled.
She still held those narrowed steel eyes on me.
“Want to find out?” I added.
Her red lips opened wide in shock, and I’d gone too far again. I’d always had trouble with that, which is why I didn’t know how to communicate with women. I knew the ways of women: how to please them and make them scream, but I couldn’t talk to them. I always felt I’d say the wrong thing. I always asked too many questions, except for the right question all those years ago. My mind slipped back to my purpose with her.
“Never mind.” I straightened my back. “I need to ask you about your uncle.”
She hesitated for a moment.
The surprise wasn’t hidden on my face.
“Joseph? I thought your uncle was Roy.”
She had a thoughtful, contemplative look for a moment.
Something was off. I didn’t believe her, but I let it go for now. I felt this was going too far, too fast again. I needed her to trust me. I wanted to prove she could trust me.
“I need a shower,” I said. “Give me ten minutes and then I promise to drive you back to the shelter after we talk.”
She relaxed her shoulders and let her crossed arms slide down her stomach to form resting hands in her lap. Hanging her head slightly, she nodded to agree with me. Feeling triumphant, I jumped off of my stool, leaving the dishes, and heading for my room. Entering the bathroom, I saw her clearing the dishes and starting the sink to wash them. I had a strange flash of her doing that action again, and I smiled to myself as I entered the shower.
The trouble was I also thought of her standing in only the Swamp the Crows t-shirt, minus the leggings, minus anything else, in front of that sink; or better yet, completely naked against my kitchen counter. I envisioned me coming up behind her and covering her hands on the edge of the counter, holding her captive, while I rubbed myself against her bare ass. I imagined what she would sound like: a soft moan and a slight whimper. I imagined sliding my knee between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs and then rubbing my throbbing length against her warmth.
I grabbed myself in the shower, unable to resist the heaviness in my hands. I had to get release to stop thinking of her that way. I needed answers first. I slipped my palm upward, jerking several times as I began to imagine what it would feel like to enter her. How tight. How warm. How wet.
I had to place a hand on the slick tile to hold my large body steady as I jerked one more time and spilled into the warm cascade of water. I could only imagine what she would feel like, because I didn’t know. I hadn’t known any woman like that. Ever. At twenty-five, I was still a virgin.
About The Author
L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and the upcoming Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.
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My thought on the series:
I have received an ARC copy of all books from the Author in exchange for an honest review.
The Legend of Arturo King (Legendary Rock Star, #1)
WOW! I loved this book so much! I have no idea why I haven’t read it earlier! It’s that good!!
The story, the writing style, the characters….everything is just simply AMAZING! Once I started I swallowed all 3 book in 2 days. I’m not joking! I barely slept! And with parents in law visiting me is a big thing! LOL
But the book!
Arturo *drool and swoon* is hot, sexy and knows what he wants. He is famous in music business. He is a legend. A talented one. Discovering all about his past and his real family roots changes everything for him.
And then he meets her…Guinevere. His soul mate and fellow musician. I loved how their relationship grew. The chemistry, the sparks. Ugh. So perfect!
I really enjoyed the book, not only because of the rockstar theme, romance, but also the mystery! I suggest that you will pay close attention to all those little clues Ms. Dunbar is throwing our way! They are important!
Amazing 5 stars!!
The Story of Lansing Lotte (Legendary Rock Star, #2)
Another amazing book from this Author! I loved this book so much!!! I admit I fell in love with Arturo and because he is a greedy SOB, he doesn’t want to let go of my heart, so Lansing is second, but he is a close up with Arturo 😉
This book is told from the first perspective, but we can also get glimpses of other people and the perspective is better, in my opinion.
The main character, Lansing, is supposed to be a hero, but his behaviour around woman is a mean and causing him to hurt them. Badly. And even thought he wants to avoid that he can’t help himself. Most of the time I wanted to slap him, shake him and then kiss the pain away…. So you can see my conflict here. Normally I would hate a person like that, but the moments when he is all amazing? *swooooon*
There is so much I would love to say, but I’m afraid I will spoil the book, so it’s better if you guys ju8st read it 😉
Amazing, well deserved 4.5 stars from me!!
The Quest of Perkins Vale (Legendary Rock Stars #3)
Where to start….
OMG!!!! I LOVE IT!!! I think I was won over by Perkins and now Arturo is second! I did not expect to be hooked on someone else! But a hot drummer? YES PLEASE! He is quiet, sexy and makes your knees go all wobbly for simply being in the same room.
He is not the SOB as the rest of the group and is not going through the women as fast as the rest of them. He wants THE ONE that got away 12 years go. And he is determined to find her. And when he finally finds her, he has a new mission. A mission that has one goal only: make her fall for him as hard as he has fallen for him.
I have liked Perkins from the beginning, but I didn’t fell in love him until his story, when we can see how amazing he is as a musician and a person.
He is one of those book boyfriends that you want to scream: forget about her TAKE ME!!!
I loved the series and I hope it’s not the end!!
Drool worthy 5 stars!!
And as I like to tease 😉 here is the first chapter for you!
The night of the concert…
Arturo King and I rode side by side. The Ducati Monster 1200 screamed under me while Arturo steered Lansing’s red Streetfigher 848. We raced through the dark night down the short, dimly lit avenue outside The Round Table, taking a quick left in unison to be joined by two other bikes. At first, I thought it was Mel Agent or someone who worked for Mel. Not putting it past the asshole, as he had already tried to kidnap Guinevere DeGrance, Arturo’s fiancée, almost a month ago. The adrenaline rushed through my body, vibrating with anger. Mel had slipped a date rape drug into Guinie’s drink and hiked her back to his apartment, in hopes of taking advantage of her.
Firmly pulling down on the throttle, I sensed Mel’s intentions were the same again tonight toward her: the girl on the back of my bike. The girl with her small hands gripping the back of my t-shirt under my leather jacket, refusing to wrap her arms around me, despite the fact her legs were hugging my thick thighs from behind. I would have felt safer for her if she had a better hold on me, securing her arms around me, but it was bad enough I forced her out of The Round Table with me.
Glancing at Arturo to my right, he signaled with his head to turn ahead. We took the next corner quickly, but the bikes behind us kept an even pace. They were close, but not too close. Yet. Arturo King was one of my best friends. He’d befriended me when few others did in those woods around Lake Avalon. He’d been the one to offer me a place in the band. He was the one who never laughed at my awkwardness. He seemed to understand who I was and who I wanted to be. I was indebted to the lead singer and songwriter of our band, The Nights, for many things. Now, I owed him one more.
He’d helped me get away, with the girl.
We cornered a turn again at the third left; not bothering to downshift to slow, and immediately sped through the alley. Arturo hit the throttle, making the engine of Lansing’s bike scream down the narrow space, clipping a trashcan to spill behind us, knowing that the two bikes were truly following us. The sound of a racing engine and the crash of tin cans on cement made a ruckus in the otherwise quiet area. I sensed Arturo’s plan to outrun our followers, and I kept a steady pace next to my partner. We barely downshifted as we reached the first crossroad off the alley, zipping across the, thankfully, abandoned street, with little more than a glance left or right. The girl finally slid her hands around my abs. For a brief second, I thought her hands might have lingered as they slipped around me, feeling the hardness of my stomach. Her palms were flat for a moment, and then she gripped my dark t-shirt in her small fists again as we bumped out into another cross street.
“They’re after me,” she yelled over the roar of the fierce engine.
I couldn’t be positive she was right, but I didn’t doubt it either. If these were Mel’s men, they wouldn’t stop until they got what Mel wanted. If he wanted the girl, he would do anything to get her.
“Drop me off,” she yelled.
Fuck no. I wouldn’t lose her again.
In a last minute decision, we turned again with Arturo twisting his neck to look behind us as we raced toward the thoroughfare near Central Park. Giving a quick nod to me, I looked over my shoulder, as well, to see the first biker skitter into the street before correcting himself. We took one more turn and I was convinced we might lose our pursuers. We hit the larger boulevard and collectively cranked our respective throttles, speeding over eighty miles per hour through the steady crowded New York City streets. Within seconds, I heard the sound of the approaching motorcycles.
“They’re gaining on us,” the girl yelled into my ear.
I glance at Arturo again, who nodded his head for us to separate. I barely noticed that Arturo slowed slightly as if allowing me time to speed ahead and save the girl.
Continuing through the late night traffic, I downshifted to a more legal speed, as I noticed the other motorcycles followed Arturo. They hadn’t wanted the girl, after all, and were probably paparazzi of some type. Arturo King was good at dodging them, so I had faith in my fellow bandmate that he’d outrun the guys chasing behind. I turned the Ducati off the boulevard around Central Park, moments after our separation from Arturo, and headed toward a less reputable part of the city. The girl behind me had grown quiet after we separated from Arturo. If it weren’t for the solidness of her pressed against my back, I might have thought I was alone.
I sped the large bike down a side street that had the street sign stolen by some kids a week or two ago. On the right were several two-story buildings that housed some type of daytime business; the left side was an expanse of several low buildings, once warehouses, along the river’s dwindling bank. I didn’t bother to know what the business across the street from my building did during the day. Something that required people from nine to five was all I knew. But on my side of the street, one warehouse had been converted into a pet shelter. The other building was vacant. Then, there was my building in between.
I punched in a code to open the service-garage-looking door, with blackened windows, and rode the Ducati into the large industrial space. It was a statement of automotive art inside this garage. Pristine motorcycle parts dangled from the ceiling near a large black Cadillac SUV. A second Ducati Streetfighter, similar to the one Arturo rode that belonged to Lansing Lotte, was parked next to the shiny vehicle. A classic 1950 motorcycle, named The Black Shadow that belonged to my long ago mentor, was the pivotal statement to my love of bikes. This wasn’t an automotive shop or a bike garage; this was the place of honor to house my collection.
I pulled the Ducati Monster next to the red Streetfighter and cut the engine. I paused for a moment as the girl still sat astride behind me. Thinking I needed to help her off the bike before I could swing my large leg over the seat, I twisted slightly to look at her over my shoulder. Her head was moving slowly from side to side, taking in the space around her before her eyes met mine, or what I thought were her eyes meeting mine, as she still had on the helmet.
“I live in the back,” I offered, to assure her that we weren’t staying in a cold garage for the night.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” she snipped, then slid her leg over the seat to stand to the side of the bike. Removing the helmet I’d given her to protect her, midnight black hair tumbled out of its confinement and cascaded over her shoulders. She wore an oversized army issue jacket, which I sensed was two sizes too big for her. Her shapely legs were covered by the length of the coat to her knees, but tight black leggings peeked out underneath. Those legs were strong, despite her average height, and matched my firm thighs as she sat behind me on the bike, clenching occasionally as we flew through the city streets. Black female combat boots that were meant to be stylish were scuffed and worn on her feet.
My eyes travelled back up to her face, and steel gray eyes looked into my dark brown ones. Nervously, I ran a hand over my nearly shaved head, feeling the soothing sensation of the short-cropped hair. Thinking of her comment, I didn’t respond as I swung my own leg off the bike and pointed in a direction for her to walk. I strolled behind her then reached around her to enter another code and open the solid security door to my living space.
I played the drums and they were the first things she could see as we entered my large open room. They were the focal point of my life. I’d purchased the warehouse because I couldn’t live anywhere else and practice at my will. An apartment had neighbors too close. A neighborhood wasn’t my thing. I could have built a house further outside the city, but I didn’t want to. I’d grown up in seclusion. I didn’t want to be alone again. The irony was I was alone in my warehouse home.
The drum set was the centerpiece to a room furnished with an oversized couch facing the kit and a large screen television on the wall behind the set. A workout bench, with weights, was slightly hidden behind the dark couch. Two large darkened windows were the only hint to outside. My kitchen was open to this living space with a large island being the only thing separating the two areas. There was no table for dining, but stools stood around two sides of the island. There was only one bedroom off the kitchen, which held a king-size bed and a tall dresser. I lived simply, sparsely, as if I could pack up and move in a matter of hours. But it was more than that. I didn’t need much. I liked life simple, compared to my upbringing. It was a strange combination of what I had and didn’t have.
“The bathroom’s over there.” I pointed toward a door that had a window of etched glass on the upper half. “If you want to clean up.”
She stood in my living area, still holding the motorcycle helmet against her middle as if a shield, protecting her from me. I knew I frightened her, despite her sharp tongue. My size alone was a lot to take in. I’d lost the baby fat I had as a young adolescent when I eventually went to high school. The taunting words of other children were cruel to a boy too large at a young age, and their insults inspired me to lose weight. Tristan Lyons, the fourth and final member of the band, was also a positive force in motivating me to work out daily. Tristan had the face of a male model and a body to match. He got girls instinctively, while I didn’t understand women at all. My experience with them was severely limited, despite the notoriety of my fellow band members. I had a reputation, though. One I didn’t think I quite deserved.
“So that’s it? I should freshen up, before…” She waved her delicate hand to motion between the two of us.
I was taken aback at her meaning for a moment until realization hit me, my face giving away my own embarrassment.
“You think I brought you here to…” I trailed off like she had, copying her hand gesture between us.
She nodded in response.
“Uhm. No,” I added after my face relaxed, and one side of my lips curled up in a crooked smile.
She was thoughtful for a moment, squinting those powerful gray eyes at me, before she replied,
Again I was shocked. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with her in that way. Hell, I’d been dreaming of her for years, almost thirteen to be exact. But tonight wasn’t the night for that fantasy to play out.
“Would you like something to eat? Drink?” I asked, shifting the awkward conversation as I brushed passed her to the kitchen area and opened the industrial fridge door. I didn’t have much as I lived alone: a few beers, a couple bottles of water, a sports drink, and some orange juice.
“You’re offering me something to drink?” Her voice displayed her sheer puzzlement at my question.
Agreeing to take a water, I reached for two, unscrewing the cap on hers before handing the cool bottle to her. Her fingers brushed mine when she yanked the bottle from me, rather forcefully. My eyes jumped to her face, which showed no reaction to our physical contact. I, on the other hand, felt an electric spark travel directly to a body part I couldn’t control. I remembered the sensation from being around her before. It was an instantaneous response to her aggressive stance.
“So…what’s going on here?” she said, looking around the sparsely furnished room again.
“I live here…and you’re staying here tonight. To be safe.”
“Safe?!” she choked loudly on the word. “You just kidnapped me.”
“I…I did not,” I stammered, taking in the disgusted look on her face. Had I kidnapped her? Taken her against her will?
I stood there recalling quickly what had transpired in the bar before I had her on the back of the bike.
Today is the first day of the Succuvus Kiss Character Tour, where me and my Bestie Amanda, from City and Book Blog, will meet all the awesome characters from the series! I hope you will enjoy all the interviews just like we did!
We will kick off the tour with Bree, who is just sitting across from me! I’m so nervous about that! It’s my first interview, but lets make it our secret *wink wink*
So Bree, let’s get start it!!
1.How long have you been friends with Kenna?
- Were you always close to each other?
We were. I mean, friends always have their bumpy patches, but with us, those never lasted more than a day or two, and were always for something stupid.
- How did you and Kenna meet?
God, we’ve been friends since as far back as I can remember. I can’t even think of a memory without her. I know it was in elementary school when we met. Second grade maybe? I don’t remember any big event that led us to being friends, it was just something that unfolded naturally. We were destined to be best friends forever. Some relationships work out like that.
- What was your first thought about her?
I don’t remember my very first thought of her, but I do remember always being jealous of her natural prettiness. The girl doesn’t even have to try and she’s gorgeous! Kills me.
- What are the things that you like the most in her?
She’s sarcastic, independent, but most of all she’s strong. That girl has been through some shit, and I love how she’s pulled through. She doesn’t realize how strong she really is sometimes. She’s my idol.
- Are you still close to her, now that there are miles separating you two?
I like to think so. I mean, with me moving halfway around the world it feels like we’ve still managed to talk every now and then. You know what they say, after ten years of friendship you have a friend for life. That’s us. We’ll always be friends.
- Do you think she has changed since you moved away?
Of course. I think we both have. Not much, but, yeah, some. Who doesn’t change? It’s like practically inevitable.
- If—this is a hypothetical question by the way—Kenna was in trouble, would you like to know?Even if the truth would change your relationship forever?
Umm…this is a weird question, but yeah, I guess so. I can’t think of anything that would change our relationship forever…unless she slept with Kellen, my fiancé… which she would never do.
- If you could tell Kenna one thing right now, what would it be?
That she’s my best friend. I love her, and always will. No matter what. She’s more like a sister than anything to me.
That was fun!! Isn’t she pretty and so nice? I hope you all had amazing time with us and we will see you all tomorrow for my next interview with….. SAGE!!
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(PRG Investigations, #2)
Publication date: August 4th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Ten days ago, someone threw a brick through my front window. Nine days ago, someone keyed my truck right in my driveway. Eight days ago, someone spray painted the words ‘stay away’ across my garage door. That one really pissed me off. The jerk didn’t even have the courtesy to tell me what the hell I need to stay away from.
Each day it’s something new, a new piece of my property vandalized, and I’ve had enough.
Wanting a security system, something with cameras so I can catch the vandal, I let my best friend hook me up with her cousin, a private investigator with the PRG Investigations team.
His name is Vance and I’ve secretly been in love with him for three years. He’s a badass, a little scary, incredibly hot, and he’s never showed an interest in me … until now.
In July 2012, Ashley published her first novel, The Soul’s Mark: FOUND, and shortly thereafter, she was honored with The Royal Dragonfly Book Award for both young adult and newbie fiction categories.
An avid reader, Ashley enjoys anything with a bit of romance and a paranormal twist. When she’s not writing or devouring her latest read, she can be found spending time with her family, watching cheesy chick flicks or buying far too many clothes.
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Chastain has been running from her past for ten very long years. She is a woman
who has been hiding from the nightmare that stalks her. Desperate and sick of
jumping at every shadow, she stumbles into the small town Police Department in
yet another town where she lives – desperate for help. Desperate to know that
she isn’t insane like everyone seems to believe.She wasn’t prepared for the force of nature that answers her call.
Detective Cole McKenzie was the playboy of the precinct. With movie star good
looks and a body just made for sin; he never had a cold bed – but when
Katherine walks into his office in search of salvation, he is nearly knocked to
There is something about her that he just can’t shake. Her haunted emerald eyes
burn him to his very soul, and he finds that he wants nothing more than to help
her stop the nightmare that has become her life.
Can Cole protect her from someone who is like a phantom? Someone who has been
stalking and terrorizing her for most of her life? Can he fight the desire that
wells up inside him with just a simple look from this amazing woman? Or will
she be his end?
Can these two fight the attraction that snaps and crackles around them as
danger lurks in the shadows?
Take a breath and join this thrilling ride!
I was born and raised in Northeast Ohio. I have always loved reading and
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Wolf’s Savage Embrace released in Sept. 2013. They are standalone novels with
recurring characters that hopefully, you fall in love with. My characters
become so personal to me and I guess it’s because you put your entire heart and
soul into them.
I first started writing as a child. On rainy days my mom and I would
“make” books. We would draw pictures and I would make up the stories.
It is such a treasured memory of mine and I believe is what gave me the bug to
keep on writing.
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@VampireEmbrace And always remember to Stay Strong and Rock on!!!!!!!!!!!
after being left at the alter by Dane Brennan. After the sudden death of her
mother, she is forced to return home and face her past.
Bethany again only reopens wounds he long thought closed.
never died, Bethany and Dane will need to confess all before they can have a
chance to reclaim their life that once should have been.
will they still stand as a couple?
along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles.
Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in
working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century
Fuck me once, I’ll fuck you twice … then I’ll bury you.
No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.
She, the woman who put me in jail.
I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.
I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her.
She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did.
I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.
Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang.
WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE – it has a non-conventional ending. This isn’t rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It’s a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content.
No Cliffhanger. Stand Alone.
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