Stanton bliss Excerpt Reveal

 

Blurb

We've changed. Darker, damaged and unable to conform. My husband Joshua is dealing with the past the best that he can.....as am I.

Nobody else can understand the language we speak. The trauma we have been through.

But with the pain comes pleasure and happiness is our gift.

 

Excerpt

My eyes glance up to the stone staircase for the hundredth time as my heart hammers in my chest.

“She changed her mind,” Cameron whispers. “Smart woman. She’s currently on her way to Ibiza.”

I throw him a glare and Adrian chuckles.

Eight years and it all comes down to this – this moment in time where we become one.

A united family.

A broad smile instantly crosses my face as the thought runs through my mind.

I inhale deeply. What the fuck is taking them so long? I turn back to Ben who is sitting in the front row. “What time did they get back from the beach?” I frown.

Max smirks. “Relax. She’s fine. I checked on her half an hour ago. She’s ready to go.”

I nod nervously and blow out a breath. Ok, relax. I shake my head and look at the ground as my nerves, once again, steal my rationality.

“Here they come,” Adrian whispers and my eyes instantly flick to the top of the stone staircase. I see them. First Abbie, then Bridget.

I feel like I can’t breathe.

A smile spreads across my face as my girl comes into focus on Brock’s arm, the wind whipping through her hair.

She looks gorgeous… and not because she is wearing a sexier than hell wedding dress – although, that could have a lot to do with it.

It’s her smile.

Her strength.

Her courage, and the love that has shone through to me since she has been found.

I always knew she was strong, but I had no idea to what depth.

Her eyes lock on mine as she walks down the stairs like a rock star without one single hesitation.

God, I love this woman.

She is wearing a fitted, white satin dress, and her hair is down and full with a large white flower tucked behind one ear. I have never seen anything more beautiful and I feel myself harden as a wave of emotion hits me like a tsunami. Fuck… not now.

I have to stop myself from running up the stairs to greet her, to pull her down to me. Hurry up!

I watch intently with my heart in my throat and, after what seems like an eternity, she arrives at the bottom of the staircase before making her way to the alter on our ledge.

“Hello.” She smiles softly.

“Hello,” I whisper, and before I can stop myself, I have her in my arms and I’m kissing her gently on the lips. I haven’t seen her all day and I’ve missed her so desperately. Tash closes her eyes and kisses me back, then again, and before either of us know what’s happening, we are kissing passionately and our friends are all laughing.

We eventually pull apart from each other in realization of what we are doing.

Fucking hell, reign it in, Stanton.

There is a time and a place, and at the alter, on your wedding day, with everyone watching isn’t it.

The memory of us making out on the dance floor, that first night at Scott’s wedding, comes to the forefront of my mind, and I have to bite my bottom lip to hold back my grin

What is it about us and weddings?

The minister moves forward and smiles warmly. “Can you take each others hands please?”

My eyes flick to the minister, Father Joseph. I flew him in from L.A. yesterday. I had to be positive that the marriage was legal, and the only way I could ensure that was to get him here myself.

Natasha and I face each other and she giggles loudly.

“Holy crap. We are getting married!” she exclaims excitedly as she lifts her flower bouquet in the air. Everyone bursts into laughter and I melt as my eyes hold hers. That is such a Natasha thing to say.

And then I’m transfixed.

I watch my beautiful Natasha declare her love with her sacred wedding vows and I watch as she slides the gold band on my finger. I, in return declare mine vows to her and slide the gold band onto her finger.

She slowly leans forward and tenderly places her hand on my cheek and kisses me, sweeter than anything I have ever experienced, longed for with all of my heart. I feel myself well up and blink to stop myself from crying.

The love on the ledge, both between us and from our families, is so strong that I’m sure it could be felt from another galaxy, it’s such a tangible force. I pull out of her kiss and glance around to see everyone seems to be feeling the same way, all of them wiping their eyes, overcome with emotion. Even Ben has a tear in his eye. Nothing has ever felt so right and so damn well fucking deserved.

I desperately wish I could bottle this perfect moment in time so I could replay it again and again throughout my life.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Through teary eyes Natasha laughs, leans closer, and tenderly cups my face.

“Kiss me, my husband.”

Our lips touch and I am lost.

T.L. Swan’s newest release in the Stanton Series drops on June 5th!

You don’t want to miss this final chapter in Stanton Bliss!

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Cover Reveal Ollie by Gina Whitney

 This looks interesting...

Blurb

Two men.

One woman.

During one of the darkest moments in Allison’s life, she met two men. She loved them both, but not equally. One made her feel alive when she was so close to feeling dead inside. The other made her feel safe, protecting her against the world.

One took her heart, and then vanished.

The other settled for her friendship, but never stopped loving her.

Two hearts.

One choice.

The rocker who became her rock. 

Or the flame who's burned her more than once. 

One she can’t live with. 

The other she can't live without.

What do you do when the one who broke you is the only one who can fix you? And the one who has always been there, hiding in the shadows for his chance, is now taking center stage?

 

Meet Ollie on June 15th!

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Until June Book Review

I didn't read any of the other books in the series and I didn't have to. This book was good. There were some times where I felt the author was including things that weren't necessary for the story, but it was still a good story. A few grammatical and spelling errors are expected for first editions, but there weren't many.
The story itself was a sweet romance with a few intense times of drama. The story's pace is a medium, not to fast and not to slow. The romantic sense were great, and enticing. You can't help but fall in love with the characters. Personally I enjoyed this book and will be looking into the ones that came before it.

Almost Innocent Cover Reveal

I'm loving this cover!

personally I like a dark or heavy read so this book is so something I'm looking forward to it coming out if 

you like a dark romance without the fluff add Almost Innocent by Carina Adams to your TBR for a June 9th release here:
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Callaghan. A name synonymous with power and fear. A family of untouchable criminals.
 

Blurb
As a teenager, Gabriella Forte had no intention of getting to know the town's most dangerous brothers. Once Dustin set his sights on her, she was trapped. There was only one way out of her personal hell.

Declan was determined to break away from his family's shadow. Until he fell in love with the one woman he couldn't have. She changed everything.

Life isn't always kind. Love can hurt. Sometimes you need to sacrifice yourself to protect the people you care about.

It's been twelve years since Declan did the unthinkable and went to prison. He promised to stay away from Gabby and his nephew. That's one vow he can't keep.

Things aren't always what they seem. Facts are only as credible as the person stating them. The truth doesn't always set you free.

Warning: This is a dark romance. If domestic violence bothers you, if you can't read violence in literature, or you are looking for a light and fluffy read, this book is not for you.

Surprise Cover Reveal from Geneva Lee!

Whoo hoo! I love Ms. Lee's work I can't wait for this to come out!

Blurb

In a world with too much money and not enough rules, anything goes. Welcome to Belle Mère, the most exclusive zip code outside the Las Vegas Strip. It's every sinner's fantasy and every good parent's worst nightmare.

Emma Southerly doesn't belong at Belle Mère Prep despite her new stepfather's money. Not after she shunned her invite to the popular table, and especially not after what happened last summer. So when her best friend begs her to crash an invite-only, end of the year party, she should say no with a capitol H-E-L-L.  

It's just a party. What could go wrong?

Getting kicked out to start. Running into the man who destroyed your family.

Everything.

Until she meets Jamie, who's also hiding from the in-crowd. After spending the night with the cute stranger, Emma barely makes it home before news hits Belle Mère's brunch tables. A body's been found on the West estate, and Jamie is the number one suspect. But he couldn't have done it…right?

Emma isn't sure she can trust him or the rest of Belle Mère. After all, no one is safe when everyone is a liar.

Gilt:  By Invitation Only releases on May 31st!  

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Writing and being a mom

So, the last two days I've been babysitting my friend's 4 month old baby boy. He is a very chill baby, my 2 year old was loving having a baby in the house. Well, despite having 2 kids to watch and a house to take care of, I still managed to get a chapter written! Here's how I did it...
 I put the 2 year old in the high chair to eat and gave the baby his bottle. Once he was burped the 2 year old was still eating so, little man got some tummy time in the kitchen while I finished the dishes. The kitchen counter got all wiped down and the toddler wanted out. While little man went down for a nap, the toddler and I cleaned her room. I turned putting the toys in the bin a game, every time i miss I had to jumping jacks. Once that was done she needed to go potty after cheering and thanking her for telling me she was rewarded with watching "Blah blah blah" (Hotel Transylvania 2). Little man was still sleeping soundly so I wrote a few pages. Half way through the movie little man woke up and need a change. Once he was clean we dance while I one-handed swept and mopped the kitchen. Then he got to lay down in my bed with the toddler watching Little Einsteins while I folded laundry and picked up the mess in my room. After reading stories while I fed little man and little Tsula turned the pages, he sat on my lap while I typed out a few pages and my toddler colored in her Minions book and then herself. Then while she ate dinner little man and I did some baby work outs so he could get the gas out. The two monster watched Dragon Tales while I cooked dinner and then finished most of my chapter! Finally my hubby came home and praise me on the house which made me feel really good. Little man's mommy came to pick him up and Tsula went to bed after many goodnight kisses and a slight melt down because her favorite blanky was in the dirty pile thanks to that after dinner Ice cream. It took 4 blankies and 4 extra toys and the promise that Callie will be clean for the morning to get her to sleep. Now, while the rest of the laundry and her blanky is washing I finished off my chapter and wrote this post. I will be reading 2 chapters of a book I've been so lucky to receive an ARC (advanced reading copy) to review before bed. As long as I can continue to read 2 chapters before bed I'll finish in time for when my review is due.
Being a stay at home mom is a tough job if you are trying to do other work as well. Finding time to write can be tough, but when I get words out in to me file it feels so good. At the end of the day when I am thoroughly exhausted it feels so good to relax and read something great out write down what's been bouncing around in my mind. It feels good to accomplish what I do and have the ability to spend so much time with my little one.

Doesn't this look interesting

Blurb

We've changed. Darker, damaged and unable to conform. My husband Joshua is dealing with the past the best that he can.....as am I.

Nobody else can understand the language we speak. The trauma we have been through.

But with the pain comes pleasure and happiness is our gift.

Update

So, I finished writing my second book! It is NOT part of the S.U.I.T.S series it will be a book all alone for now. I will publish it as soon the cover is ready. As for my S.U.I.T.S series I am currently finished writing chapter 2!

Until June Prologue

Prologue

Looking at my reflection in the mirror across from me, I cringe. My hair is a disaster, there are bags under my eyes, and the nightgown I have on isn’t even one of the cute ones I normally wear. It’s the one my sister, December, got me as a joke, but I wear it occasionally, because its comfortable, even if it was made for a woman three times my age. Resting my elbows on the desk in front of me, I run my fingers through my hair, pulling the strands back away from my face.

“I hate men,” I whisper into the empty interrogation room, where I was told to wait over an hour ago after the police kicked in my door and dragged me from my bed. Lifting my gaze, I look at myself in the mirror again and vow that whenever I get out of the mess my ex-boyfriend has gotten me into, I’m going to learn how to be a lesbian, even if I’m not sure that’s actually possible.

“June Mayson.” Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at the now open door behind me, and my eyes meet those of a man who reminds me of my dad. He looks to be in his mid-forties, and is one of those men time has been kind to. He’s built, with dark hair that’s cut short and parted on the side. His eyes are a blue that stands out against his dark lashes and tan skin. “I’m Officer Mitchell, and this is Officer Plymouth.” He nods behind him and is followed in by a man who must be playing the roll off ‘Bad Cop’, judging by the frown on his face and the look he gives me when our eyes meet. Time hasn’t been as kind to him; he looks like he has enjoyed one too many beers. His middle is soft, and his skin doesn’t look healthy.

Nodding, I cross my arms over my chest and run my hands down the bare skin of my biceps that’s chilled from the cool air coming from the vent above me.

“Would you like something to drink?” Officer Mitchell asks as he walks fully into the room.

Shaking my head, I mutter, “No, thank you.”

“Hot chocolate?” he offers, and I feel tears burn the back of my eyes. Since I was little, whenever I was having a bad day, my dad would offer me hot chocolate. His hot chocolate has magical powers that always make everything seem okay, but I doubt police station hot chocolate would have the same effect.

“No, thanks. I’d just like to know why I’m here,” I tell him as he takes a seat in the metal chair across from me and places a thick folder on the table between us.

“We may be here awhile, Miss Mayson, so I’d like you to be comfortable,” he says gently, and I look at Officer Plymouth, who is leaning against the wall, then back to him.

“I don’t mean to be rude, Mr. Mitchell, but I’d really like to get to the point. I have class in a few hours and I’d really like to make it on time.”

“I’m afraid you’re probably going to miss your class today, Miss Mayson.”

Closing my eyes, I open them slowly and ask, “Can I get a sweater?”

Surprisingly, Officer Plymouth slips off his suit jacket and walks it over to me, placing it around my shoulders.

‘Thank you,” I whisper up at him, and his eyes soften around the edges. Pulling my eyes from him, my gaze goes back toward Officer Mitchell.

“How long have you known Lane Diago?” Officer Mitchell asks, and I sit up a little taller.

“I don’t know anyone by that name,” I tell him, and he opens the file folder, fanning out a few pictures of my ex-boyfriend, Aaron, and me directly in front of me. Each of them were taken while we were a couple, showing we had been followed more than a few times. Him coming to my apartment…him kissing me outside my car…at the store, walking hand-in-hand down the aisles…at the movies…out to dinner…both of us doing normal couple things.

“You mean Aaron?”

“That what he told you his name was?” he asks, and I nod looking up at him.

“I’ve known him for about a year,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to the pictures again, realizing I actually didn’t know him, since his name isn’t even Aaron.

“How long have you two been dating?” he inquires, and my eyes drop to the pictures once more.

“We dated for about four months. I broke up with him a month ago,” I tell him truthfully as a feeling of sadness hits me unexpectedly. I wasn’t in love with Aaron—or Lane. Not even close. But I cared about him, and believed he cared about me as well. That was, until he sent me a text to meet him at his house. When I got there, one of his roommates let me in, and I found him up in his room with Susie Detrei’s mouth around his cock, proving I was wrong about him.

“You were close,” Officer Mitchell states, and I nod because we were, or I thought we were. “Can you tell me who this man is?” he asks, pulling out a picture of Aaron’s—Lane’s cousin, or at least the guy he told me was his cousin.

“Aaron…I mean Lane’s cousin Cody. He lives in Mississippi,” I tell him.

“Did you ever overhear them talking?”

“Overhear them talking?” I ask, looking at a picture of Cody and Lane sitting in what looks like a bar, Lane with his favorite beer in his hand, and Cody with a short, wide glass with dark liquid and ice on the bar top in front of him, and his hand wrapped around it while he laughs at something.

“Overhear them talking about anything out of the ordinary?”

“No.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Maybe if you told me exactly why I’m here, I can give you the information you’re looking for.”

“Lane Diago’s uncle is one of the biggest distributors of illegal narcotics in Alabama, Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Georgia, and South Carolina.”

“What?” I whisper as my eyes focus on one of the pictures of Lane and me standing outside my apartment. I was wearing a short colorful summer dress and gold strappy sandals, and Lane had on a pair of black cargo shorts and a plain white tee. His head was bent toward mine, my hand was resting against his chest, and his was wrapped tight around my hip. It was our third date and our first kiss. I had waited forever to even go on a date with him, because I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I finally gave in to him, because he was so persistent. He asked me out every time we saw each other, and he was always dramatic in the way he did it.

“Did you ever see—”

“I never saw anything,” I cut him off. “Lane didn’t even smoke pot, and almost everyone I know smokes pot,” I whisper, pulling my eyes from the picture to look at him.

“You two were together a lot. He would have you drop him places. My men saw you on more than one occasion.”

“To friends’ houses,” I tell him, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. “If he asked me to drop him to a friend’s or to run him somewhere when we were going out, I would do it, but I never saw him do anything illegal.”

“Do you understand you can go to prison if we find out you spent any of the money he earned from selling drugs on things for yourself.”

Laughing, I cover my face with my hands and lay my head on the table while I try to pull myself together. I probably shouldn’t be laughing right now but its either laugh or cry.

“What do you find funny about this?” Officer Plymouth asks, and I lift my head to look at him.

“I paid for us to do things more than once, and he even asked me for gas money a couple of times. I never, not once, took money from him, not even for a coffee,” I tell him, and his eyes go to Officer Mitchell, who mutters, “Fuck.”

“He cheated on me a month ago, and I haven’t talked to him since then,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.

“We have time stamps for phone calls between the two of you over the last month.”

“Did you ever look at how long those calls lasted?” I ask, knowing that if he did, he would know we didn’t actually talk. “He called. He called over and over. Finally, I had to pick up to tell him to stop calling me. I didn’t want anything to do with him a month ago, and I sure as hell don’t want anything to do with him now.”

“Another fucking road block,” Officer Plymouth grumbles, and my head swings to him.

“I’m sorry. I swear that if I knew anything, I would help you out, but I don’t. Lane never told me anything, and I sure as hell didn’t see anything. If I had, I would have talked to my uncle about it.”

“You’re sure you didn’t see anything, hear anything?”

“I’m sure,” I tell him, wishing I did know something, not because I’m a rat, but because I know what drugs can do to people. I know not everyone dies from using drugs, not everyone’s life goes to shit from using them, but my best roommate freshmen year of college overdosed and died, and that was only after she turned into a completely different person. Someone I didn’t like much. Someone I couldn’t trust. So, there’s no way I would ever protect anyone who is responsible for supplying those drugs, no matter how much I care about them.

“Would you be willing to get back in with Lane?” Officer Plymouth asks, bringing my attention to him. My heart flips in my chest at the thought, but I don’t get a chance to answer, because someone bangs hard on the glass mirror in front of me, causing my image to go funny.