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Carnal Recovery by Victoria Bright

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Book Title: Carnal Recovery
Author: Victoria Bright
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: March 9, 2016
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I thought no one could tame me until I met him…

My life revolved around two things— sex and power. As a sex therapist, I helped couples with their intimacy issues while appearing to lead a typical single life. Although I lived a civilized life during the day, by nightfall I transformed into my sadistic, dominating persona.

When a session with my submissive left him severely injured, I found myself sitting in Xavier Bennett’s office for court-ordered therapy. It was one thing to reveal the skeletons in my closet, but it was a different ball game to confess these demons to my colleague. Little did I know, he harbored dark secrets of his own.

After receiving an invitation to assist Xavier with his marriage retreat, I soon learn his intentions weren’t what they seemed. What I thought would be a relaxing work-related vacation turned into a mental bloodbath as we both fought for dominance. Walls will come tumbling down and someone’s bound to get hurt.

There can only be one Master.

Who will come out on top and who will surrender?

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There’s a first time for everything

“So…” I started, looking at the couple sitting in front of me. We’d been in my office for almost twenty minutes and they hadn’t said a word to me or each other. Although they sat next to each other, they were facing the opposite direction, as if in a standoff.

Glancing down at their file, I tapped my pen against my chin and cleared my throat. “Mr. and Mrs. Patterson?” I called. They cut their eyes in my direction for a split moment before finally turning to face me.

Silence.

“Yeah, hi. I’m Gia Valencia, you know, a sex therapist. How can I help you?”

Still nothing.

I clicked my manicured nails against the polished surface of my desk, irritation filling me as I waited for them to speak. When it became apparent that they weren’t ready to say anything, I felt it was the right time to remind them of something that would make anyone talk.

“Let me catch you two up to speed. We’ve already wasted nearly half an hour because the both of you are being immature. Please remember that whether or not you say a word in here today, it’s still going to cost you $175 an hour. Now I’ll ask you again; how can I help you?”

The wife glared at her husband and folded her arms across her chest. “My husband is gay.”

Well then. That escalated quickly.

My gaze drifted over to her husband, who scowled without a word.

“Mr…” I glanced at the clipboard. “Justin, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know where these accusations stem from?”

He gave a nonchalant shrug. “Because I watch porn instead of having sex with her.”

“Gay porn?” I inquired, scribbling notes on my legal pad.

“What the fuck?”

“This is a judgement-free zone, so don’t worry. So do you?”

He scoffed. “Fuck no! Do I look gay to you?”

“Yeah, right,” Mrs. Patterson muttered, shifting in her chair as she crossed her legs.

I blinked a few times without a word. Everyone who was gay didn’t have to “look” gay. I turned back to my notes and continued.

“So you only view straight porn then?”

“Well, yeah and maybe some girl-on-girl action occasionally.”

“I see,” I noted, focusing on my notepad.

Justin Patterson

-Possibly addicted to porn

-Detrimental to relationship

-Wife is obviously dick deprived (off the record)

I turned back to the couple with a nod. “How many times do you watch it, Justin?” I asked. He slouched down in his chair, his forehead crinkling in discomfort. “Once a week? Once a day?”

“Hell if I know. I’m not counting—“

“See? He’s either gay or cheating!” Mrs. Patterson shrieked.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dead fish in bed, I wouldn’t have to resort to porn!” he bellowed, spittle flying from his mouth. The surprise on Mrs. Patterson’s face morphed into anger in an instant as she stared at her husband.

“A dead fish? You’re not that exciting yourself, buddy!”

“Enough,” I stated, tapping my pen on my desk. They both grunted in displeasure, going back to avoiding eye contact with each other. With a low whistle, I noted his outburst.

-Root of problem is probably boredom in the bedroom

“Justin, when you say ‘dead fish’, what are you referring to?” I drawled. I knew exactly what he meant and felt the question was just a roadblock to getting to the real issue. But since this was a couples session, everything had to be explained to prevent miscommunication between them if their significant other didn’t know what it meant.

“She just lays there and does nothing. There’s nothing exciting about our sex life anymore. We used to be spontaneous and ready to go at the drop of a hat. Now she doesn’t want to try anything new and she never wants to have sex when I’m ready. I was tired of being rejected by her, so I stopped asking and found another outlet. Now she’s upset and has it in her head that I’m gay, which is fucking absurd,” he spat, turning his gaze to the window.

-Rejection from wife pushes him to view porn instead of being with her

“Mrs. Patterson—“

“Call me Donna, please. I don’t even want to be associated with his last name—“

“Then divorce me!” he snapped.

“Whoa, tiger. We don’t discuss divorce in sex therapy, got it? Things are a bit heated right now, so let’s take a deep breath and regroup,” I suggested, inhaling deep and exhaling. They soon followed suit, breathing in and out a couple of times.

“Everyone good?” I asked. They responded with a solemn nod, looking at the floor in shame. “Okay then. The reason you guys are here is because you want to work through whatever issues you’re having. In order to do that, the hostility has to be out of the equation. Understood?” I asked, focusing on Donna. She eyed her husband for a brief moment before responding with a timid nod.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” I corrected her. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at my desk plate.

“Yes, Dr. Valencia?” she answered.

After a few moments of awkward silence, I realized my mistake. I was waiting for her to respond with, “Yes, Mistress,” completely forgetting that she wasn’t my slave. I was at work, not in my pleasure den. What in the hell was I thinking?

Deciding to push the weird exchange behind me, I leaned back in my chair and assessed them. They appeared to be in their early thirties. Justin was athletically built with sandy blonde hair and eyes so blue they appeared to hold the sky. His strong jaw was lightly covered in facial hair, giving him a tired, overworked look. Donna’s auburn hair was pulled into a tight bun and decorated with flower pins. I was convinced it was a cheesy idea she pulled from Pinterest. Despite her childish up-do, she was strikingly beautiful with her dazzling, soft brown eyes and a baby doll face. Her porcelain, ivory skin was smooth and achieved tightness and youth that only Botox could offer. She appeared to be the dainty, petite type until she opened her mouth. Some people were just more attractive when they didn’t talk.

“What do you guys do for a living? What’s your life like?” I asked as I leaned forward on my elbows.

“I own a construction company, so I spend many days working on contracts for the city,” Justin said.

“Nurse,” Donna answered.

“Were you two working these jobs when you first met?”

They nodded.

“So if you both had the energy back then to be, as Justin puts it, ‘ready to go at the drop of a hat’, what changed?” I asked. They were silent for a few seconds as Donna fiddled with her hands.

“Things haven’t been the same after I had a miscarriage last year,” she said in an octave above a whisper. Justin hung his head, trying to hide the sadness evident on his face.

“I’m really sorry to hear that,” I stated. She pursed her lips together.

“After it happened, it seemed like Justin threw himself into work, so much that I didn’t see him a lot. We wouldn’t say anything to each other for days unless it was a question about a bill that needed to be paid or when he wanted to have sex. It made me feel as if the only purpose he had for me was burying himself inside of me. I felt as if he blamed me for what happened,” she confessed, her voice cracking toward the end.

Justin looked at her with wide eyes and shook his head. “Donna, I…I never thought it was your fault. I would never think that,” he said, taking her hand into his. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at him. “I guess I was caught up in my own grief and didn’t take the time to just talk to you about how I felt.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb.

I clasped my hands together. “It doesn’t seem like your problem is necessarily sex. You guys had a great miscommunication that eventually affected your whole life, not just your sex life,” I stated. He planted a soft kiss on her hand and turned back to me.

“Losing our child was hard, but I felt that I had to be strong for us—“

“But how can you be strong for me when you weren’t there? You never talked about it. Sex doesn’t fix everything. I’m not a mind reader, Justin. Your actions spoke when your words didn’t,” she said.

“And for that, I’m sorry. For the record, I do love you and I don’t blame you for what happened. Some things are out of our control and that was one of them. I want this to work with us, Donna. If I have to ditch the porn, I’ll do that if it’ll make you happy,” he bargained. She gave him a shy smile and wiped her eyes.

“How about this? For your homework assignment until your next appointment, how about you watch something together? Involve her in something you enjoy. Porn isn’t a bad thing, but it shouldn’t be your only option when you have a beautiful wife,” I suggested with a smile. Justin looked at Donna with hopeful eyes, causing her to giggle.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” she admitted.

“Great. Now if things lead to sex while watching this, I want you to write how it felt to reconnect,” I said. When they raised their eyebrows, I added, “Spare the physical details. I just want to know the emotional part.”

They nodded, relief flashing in their eyes. I pulled out an appointment card and filled it out, handing it to Donna. “We’ll see where you two are in a week and go from there. Don’t forget your assignment,” I winked, sending them on their way.

I breathed a sigh of relief once they were out of sight. Just as I closed my eyes to relax, my phone vibrated in my desk. “What does a girl have to do to get a moment of peace around here?” I muttered to myself as I retrieved my phone. An amused grin pulled at my lips as I viewed the text message from one of my slaves.

Slave Martin: I hope this pleases you, Mistress.

Attached was a photo of him in a full length mirror wearing nothing but a mask and a black g-string. Since my slaves didn’t live with me, they were required to only wear what they thought would be pleasing to me and send photos to me every three hours until we met later on in the evening. There were to never show their faces in their photos; they weren’t allowed to be humanized before their master.

G: Although this pleases me, you’ve failed to report in two times today. You already know what that means.

After a brief moment, he sent a response.

Slave: I’m sorry, Mistress. I will take whatever punishment you give me.

A solid knock sounded on my doorframe. Thinking it was Zoe, my secretary, I didn’t bother looking up from my phone. “Yeah?”

“I was wondering if you had time for another session? I need some ideas to surprise my soon-to-be husband on our wedding night.”

My head snapped up at the sound of her voice. “Arianna!” I squealed, jumping up from my chair and rushing over to her. We shared a tight embrace before I held her out in front of me. “You look like you’re getting plenty of sun and probably just as much sex,” I teased. She blushed. You’d think that being engaged to an unconfirmed nymphomaniac would cause her to ditch the prude act.

“Things never change with you,” she giggled with a shake of her head. I motioned for her to sit and took a seat next to her.

“When did you get here? You should’ve told me you were coming so I could’ve taken a day off or something!” I said. I hadn’t seen her in the flesh in a year due to our hectic schedules, but it was great to see her. Miami was definitely treating her well. Her skin was a shade or two darker and she glowed with happiness. They always say when you found your soulmate, it showed. That was definitely the case with Arianna. She also seemed a lot slimmer than I remembered in her white lace romper paired with sexy gold glitter Steve Madden pumps. If I didn’t know any better, I would think a new woman was sitting next me.

“It was a last minute thing. Zane had to check on some things at the restaurant. I hope you’ve been behaving at least,” she smirked. I dismissed her comment with a wave of my hand.

“Did your move to Miami cause you to forget who you’re talking to? What is this ‘behave’ nonsense you speak of?” I asked.

She giggled and gave me a knowing look. “You’re definitely right. Giavanna Valencia—“

“You know I hate when you call me that,” I gritted.

“Sorry, Gia, but I should’ve remembered anything dealing with behaving is unknown to you,” she smirked.

I rolled my eyes Anyway, how long are you here?”

“Just a couple of days. While I’m here, can you come with me to get measured for my dress?”

“Of course! First things first, I need to see that ring of yours!” I squealed, reaching out for her hand. She giggled and placed her hand in mind, showing her diamond engagement ring in all its glory.

“The picture you sent did this thing no justice at all. It’s gorgeous!” I gushed. She smiled and pulled back with a nod.

“It still doesn’t feel real,” she murmured, admiring it.

Seeing my best friend basking in genuine happiness was refreshing. She seemed to be doing so much better since she ditched that dickhole Julius and her annoying, controlling parents. Not only was she a successful author, she was now preparing to marry the man of her dreams. Despite all of the shit she had to go through to get to this point, it all appeared to pay off.

Arianna looked at her watch. “Do you feel like meeting with the seamstress right now?” she asked.

“Hell, I’m not doing anything else,” I said, standing and retrieving my purse from behind my desk. As we walked down the hall toward the elevator, my colleague, Xavier stepped out of his office, nearly running into us.

“Whoa, sorry there, ladies,” he apologized before steadying his gaze on me. “Ms. Valencia,” he said, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. I rolled my eyes.

“Xavier,” I clipped, trying to move around him. After a brief, awkward stare down, I finally said, “Well, can we pass? This hallway is narrow and my hips won’t allow the both of us to pass.” He grinned and stepped aside, allowing Arianna and I to move around him. Arianna glanced over her shoulder as we walked away and shook her head at me.

“I think he likes you,” she said.

“Who, Xavier?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Why in the world would you think that? Actually, it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t be interested anyhow.”

“Whatever, G. You can’t block yourself from love forever. Someone is going to tame you one of these days,” she said. I laughed and gave her shoulder a playful shake.

“You’ve obtained a sense a humor since you’ve moved away, my dear. It’ll be a cold day in hell before someone tames this beast.”

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Victoria Bright is from a small town in North Carolina and currently resides in Greenville, South Carolina. You can usually find her hoarding bottles of Cool Blue Gatorade, playing The Sims when not writing, or obsessing over Camaros.

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beguiling by alex lucian

Hate: to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward.
 
Scarlet Jennings, the preacher’s daughter who lived across the street, was a royal, uptight pain in my ass. When she looked at me, she saw a college quarterback asshole with rocks for brains, but she didn’t have a single word for what was happening between us.
 
When we were forced to ride together every single day that summer, there was definitely some dislike going on. Extreme hostility was a given, considering that we were spending so much time together in close quarters.  
One night of bed-breaking, body-shattering, lose-your-voice-from-screaming passion had surprised us both, but it was only just the beginning…
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Rewriting the Rules by S. Moose

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Genre: Standalone New Adult/Romance Erotica
Release Date: March 18, 2016
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Off limits. Stay away.
Don’t even think about it.
I know the rules.
I repeat them endlessly in my head.
But damn it, I can’t stay away.
Can’t stop thinking about it. About her.
She’s perfect. Beautiful. Exceptional in every way.
When in the world did she grow up?

No! I refuse to touch her. I won’t do it.
But I did. Just once.
And now. I want more. So much more.
Once I’ve set my mind to something, nobody can stop me.
Not even him. Screw him.
He’s just my best friend.
She’s just his little sister.
Rules are meant to be bent.
Broken. Hell, rewritten.
How bad can it be?
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My teeth biting his neck.

His scent on my skin.

My nails carving a path down his back.

His commands whispered in my ear.

All of my senses filled with him.

I knew it was bad. But I craved more.

It had begun innocently enough, bumping into one another in a crowded Boston bar. What followed that night had been anything but innocent.

Because I’d known, even as he’d slid inside of me, that he was my professor. I’d pursued him, a predator stalking its prey.

And he didn’t know I was his student.

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There are three things you need to know about Elizabeth Bennett: she’s smart as a whip, always in control, and lives by a set of carefully crafted rules. She’s learned the hard way that people you love the most always hurt you in the end.

But then she meets Declan Blay, the new neighbor at her apartment complex.

A tattooed British street fighter, he’s the campus bad boy she’s supposed to avoid, but when he saves her from a frat party gone bad, all her rules about sex and love fly out the window.

She gives him one night of unbridled passion, but he longs for more.

With only a cardboard-thin wall separating their bedrooms, he dreams of possessing the vulnerable girl next door forever.

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

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New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she’s a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.

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Agent Christopher Gibson has everything a man in his position could want. A successful career as one of the FBI’s most credited undercover field agents, with no personal ties to hold him back. He tried that once, it didn’t go over too well.

Jessica Leary is on her way to the top, working on her father’s Senate re-election campaign. She has the job she wants- the opportunity to prove herself to both the political elite and her father.

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Nothing other than a hot, sexy, torrid love affair that was left in the past- torn apart by the different directions their lives were headed.
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Whenever Amanda’s husband Mark goes out of town, it’s playtime for his best friend. Ever since Craig caught Amanda in a compromising situation with the cable guy, he’s had his way with her.

Mark has exciting news. He’s being considered for a promotion, which will involve less travel time–and, thus, an end to Craig’s play. All Mark has to do is interview and hire a replacement for his position.

Craig explains to Amanda that this just won’t do. Her mission: to find each candidate and prevent them from keeping their appointments–if Mark can’t be promoted, he can’t be replaced. For this assignment, Amanda will need creativity, intuition–and, a generous helping of doing what she does best…

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Julie and Matt led Amanda back to the desk. They bent the handcuffed redhead at the waist, pushing her over the desktop so that her breasts were about a foot from the edge.

“My boyfriend’s going to have a little fun with the two of us now,” Julie announced, and then walked around to the opposite end of the desk, bending herself over it in the same manner as Amanda, the two girls’ faces about six inches apart now. The blonde secretary’s eyes were lit up with excitement behind her glasses…

Matt stepped behind Julie first and began rubbing and massaging her ass. The girl moaned contentedly at the attention, although with slight anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long–a few seconds later, the thundering crack of skin on skin echoed through the office as the palm of his hand met his girlfriend’s asscheek. Julie’s eyes widened and she gave a loud, exuberant moan. The spanking continued, and Amanda lost count after five or six strikes. Julie stared lustfully at her new playmate.

The spanking stopped, and Matt’s hand reached between his girlfriend’s legs. Julie’s eyes slipped shut; her expression changed to one of increased relaxation and bliss, and Amanda knew that her counterpart was being fingered even before the rhythmic moaning began.

He’s going to do that to me next. Amanda’s own clit began to throb again at the thought. While his girlfriend watches… and I couldn’t do anything about it even if I wanted to.

She didn’t have to wait long. Matt pulled his attention away, causing Julie to sigh longingly. He walked around the desk and took his place behind Amanda.

She felt his hands on her ass, rubbing and caressing. Her first concern was that her counterpart might get jealous–Amanda certainly wanted to remain on Julie’s good side. But Julie watched excitedly as Amanda’s “turn” began.

SMACK! The sound reverberated off the walls again as she felt the sting of his palm. Amanda cried out, while across from her, Julie moaned with lust. Another spank, then another. Matt varied them in intensity and location, but it was enough to make the redhead feel some definite heat. She counted eight swats, and then he stopped.

As he’d done with Julie, Matt slipped his hand between Amanda’s thighs. She moved her feet slightly further apart to provide access for him, briefly wondering if he or Julie would notice, and if this further earmarked her as a slut. She shut her eyes as he slipped two fingers inside her now and began fucking her, just as he’d done to his girlfriend a few minutes ago. Amanda tried to contain her pleasure, again lest Julie become jealous or upset. She also tried to will herself to not thrust back against his invading fingers, but found herself failing miserably in this regard.

“Mmmmmmmm…” A soft moan, from in front of her. Amanda opened her eyes to find Julie’s tightly closed, an expression of bliss on her face. Looking further, the redhead noted the cause–the other woman’s left hand was still on the desk, steadying herself, but the other hand had disappeared off of the desktop. Julie was touching herself…

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Dangerous Desire by Sebastian Ex

 

 

Title: Dangerous Desire
Series: The Onyx Club #2
Author: Sebastian Ex
 Release Date: July 8, 2015
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My name is Brandon Edwards. Men like me don’t come along often. I’m a gentleman, a lover, a protector, and a Dominant. I’ve never been the type who can – or even wants to – commit to a woman…until I met Penny a couple of years ago. Since then, we’ve been in a committed relationship. I adore and cherish her. Penny has a darkness insider her, a yearning for extreme pain. But I don’t want that for her, nor can I give her what she’s so desperate for. Her craving has led her down risky paths, and it’s my job to keep her of those now. 

There’s a dangerous desire lurking within all of us. But when does wanting more become too much?

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“More,” she begs as I bring the cane down on her already red ass. I drop the long thin piece of bamboo, it makes a sound as it hits the concrete of my playroom. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, Petal,” I say to Penny. My voice is low, angry though controlled.

“Please, Sir. Harder,” she begs.

Her body is filled with marks. Her alabaster skin is no longer white. It’s a perfect hue of flaming crimson. Welts have developed from every one of the toys I’ve used on her. I’ve spanked her, flogged her, paddled her and caned her. And with everything I’ve done she wants more.

I’ve noticed since Matthew and Ella’s wedding, Penny’s upped the ante with her pain tolerance. She’s begging for more, desperate to have pain in her life at every opportunity.

She’s tried to top me many times, just like she is now.

“Did I give you permission to talk?” I ask again.

I stand behind her, her legs open, her pussy on show to me along with her glorious ass. Her blonde hair is falling out of the ponytail she had it in, and the strands are a stark contrast against the rich brown of the leather from the spanking bench. She’s up on her knees, her wrists are secured to the front legs of the bench.

“So-sorry, Master,” she stutters.

I fucking hate it. She’s called me Master a few times and I know she wants that from me, but I don’t want a slave. I want a submissive.

Standing back, my eyes travel the length of her body. From her upper back all the way to her ankles- she’s marked. The heavier lashings are around her upper thighs and butt. Her mid-section only has slight color, because hitting with a heavy hand around the kidneys is not pleasurable. It’s flat out pain. Penny’s been wanting more pain and I’m not ready to take her there. Nor should she want to travel into such dangerous territory.

 

Author Bio
Sebastian Ex is a native of Sydney, Australia, having grown up in a tight-knit family mostly surrounded by women. From a young age he had a passion for all things green and outdoors, when he hit mid-teenage years he did an apprenticeship as a landscape gardener.  
A serial lover of women, Sebastian was encouraged to pen his words when a lady friend of his compared some paragraphs from contemporary erotic novelists to his scorching, hot sexts. Now, Sebastian is about to release his debut novel in a bid to transition from landscaping to writing full-time.

 

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She by Annabel Fanning

 

 

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LOVE
and SEX at once, is a powerful combination.
Escape
into Annabel Fanning’s feel-good bestselling erotic debut. She Part 1 is a
contemporary and humorous look into the lives of two people who are on the
precipice of true love. The novel uniquely crosses several genres, mixing
first-grade erotica seamlessly with women’s lit and breath-taking romance.
The
story unfolds over sixteen thrilling and erotically charged days, during which
the reader is thrust into the heart of Paris, the novels backdrop, and into the
daily lives of the construction world’s elite.
Logan
Leary is a reformed bad-boy who moved to the city of love fifteen years
ago to start his life over. Now he owns one of Paris’s most successful
companies and leads as seemingly charmed life. There’s just one thing missing:
Gemima Samuels.
Gemima
Samuels moved to Paris with her down-on-his-luck boyfriend eight years
ago. She coasted through life (in that annoying way we sometimes do) until her
boyfriend cheated on her and life dealt her a wake up call. Choosing to start
afresh, Gemima ends her relationship and quits her job before being hired by
the most prestigious interior design firm in the city.
A
supposedly inconsequential lunch date turns out to be the start of something
phenomenal that will change both of their lives forever.
“Everything
about Logan is new to me. Everything. He is the difference between watching
television in black and white, verses watching it in colour: he adds dynamic
and depth and stimulation when my life used to be so dull.”
Logan
has loved Gemima for years.
Gemima
doesn’t know.
After
her deadpan relationship implodes, Logan seizes his chance to rock her
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Annabel Fanning began writing songs as a child, the most memorable of which was
entitled: “Tropical Night in Switzerland”. Throughout her teens,
songwriting was the most rebellious form of expression that she was willing to
partake in (no tattoos, drugs, or biker boys), and her love for storytelling
developed. There was just one problem: music wasn’t her passion. A month before
her 20th birthday whilst sitting under the Californian sun a few deck chairs
down from Robert Pattinson, inspiration struck, and Annabel began writing her
first novel. The years passed and now at 26, Annabel has written a handful of
novels, which she plans on releasing throughout 2015/16.

 

 

 

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Needing Him by A. Sloan

 
Title: Needing Him (Book 1)
Series: Longing for Love Series
Author: A. Sloan
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica/ New Adult
 
 
 


One moment can change the path of your life. In that moment, you can see a new path you never knew could exist. You can see your present slowly change and morph into a future of complete happiness. You can look into someone’s eyes and see all that in a moment. 
 
For Colt, that moment came in the form of a pair of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Everything he thought his life was, the son he loved more than his own life, his family’s ranch and the life he built. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, breathe her in and share it all with her. He knew when his eyes met hers that day, he needed Addison to complete his life that he didn’t know was incomplete, until that moment. 
 
In a moment, you can see your future happiness shatter right before your eyes. You can think that it was finally time for a happy ending and then it’s gone in a puff of smoke, violence, and drugs. The fear sets in and you begin to wonder if that happy you dreamed of as a little girl was in reality, a simple moment in time, which actually feels like a minute in your lifetime. 
 
For Addison, she felt like her minute was the time she spent with Colt. In such a short time, he made her believe that all the past drama with her ex-husband, was exactly that, in the past. He had moved on. Until she gets a phone call and it puts a halt to all of the happiness she got when she moved back home and was with Colt. All she wanted was to be happy and most importantly make her daughter happy. And when she was with Colt, she had felt that connection, like she needed him. 
 
You can search, unknowingly, your entire lifetime for a moment. Your life and all you’ve ever wanted or needed can appear in front of you, out of thin air, in a moment. 
 
Will Colt and Addison get their happily ever after?
 
Or will their moment be just a minute in a lifetime?

 

 

 

My name Amanda Sloan / A. Sloan.  I’m a married to a pretty great guy. Who in turn is a pretty great daddy.  I have a totally awesome daughter. Two cats and two dogs. I also have a love for horses. 
I worked in retail for a total of fourteen years and was in management for ten of those years. About a year after I had my daughter. I became a stay at home mom. Which I love being able to be there for her. It’s an awesome feeling being able to attend every event for her as well as just being able to pick her up from school. I met my husband when I was twelve years old. We were friends we didn’t start dating till I was twenty one. Our lives taking us in different directions. But life has a funny way of bringing you were you’re meant to be. 
I’m from and still live in the Northern Panhandle of WV. I love that my child has got to grow up in the same neighborhood that I grew up in. I love that my daughter will grow up in a town where everyone knows everyone.
I lost my daddy suddenly in 2005. I miss and think about him daily. My mom is pretty awesome. She is also a breast cancer survivor. I never knew strength till I watched her and my family go through my father’s death and my mother’s cancer. I also have a pretty terrific brother. We grew up in a home with two very hardworking parents. Knowing we were loved and that they would always be there for us. We could be anything we wanted to be. We were and are lucky. I have a best friend I talk to daily. And we talk about everything.           

                                                                                 

I’ve wrote for years. It started out as short stories and poems. When I was younger. My kindle is like my phone. If I leave the house it’s with me. 

So that is me in a nutshell I’m pretty much what you see is what you get.