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TITLE: The Silver Swan
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AUTHOR: Amo Jones
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Riddle me this... “I am neither dead, nor alive, and I’m not something little Madison can hide. But you will be dead, by the time this is done... the timer starts now, and the games have just begun…” Madison Montgomery comes from money and power, but when someone close to her commits the ultimate crime, Madison must live with her tainted name for the rest of her life. When she begins Riverside Preparatory Academy, the private school her father has swept her into in The Hamptons, she hopes for a fresh start. What she wasn't hoping for was the pack of bad boys who run the school; ten, to be exact. When Madison gains the attention of their leader, Bishop Vincent Hayes, a whole new world that she didn't think existed is exposed to her. A whole world that starts and ends with The Elite Kings Club and these boys, are about to flip her world upside down. Secrets are overflowing and family lies are about to be exposed. Is there more to Madison Montgomery than even she knows? Note from the author about this book: I need to admit something right now. The Silver Swan is f*cked. It might be the most insane story I've ever written with equally insane characters. Who knew? You know, when I started this book, it was supposed to be YA. I wanted to write a book that my sisters could read. A book that won't have people look at my mum like "damn... what sort of messed up shit happened to your kid?". The angst, the assholeness, the games, the f**kery, the WHAT THE F**KING F**K ARE YOU DOING???!!!... I cannot even.... anyway, this is a warning (and the only one I'll give you). It's crazy. I don't compare my work to my others, but this book is f**ked. It will most likely stomp all the f**k over people's hard limits and will make you second guess all the morals you thought you had. This most definitely is not looking like a love story right now... more like a..... I don't even....*shakes head* anyway, I apologise now. You asked for it.......... [gallery ids="10760,10759" type="rectangular"]
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About Amo Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar. When she's not creating magic, you can usually find her relaxing in front of the television watching the latest episode of Supernatural or Vikings. (This will be updated as she finds new television shows with hot actors.) She's the proud mother of four little critters who are the reason she breathes, but also the reason she drinks. She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a wine glass in one hand and her moralsor lack thereof- in the other. Those are not my monkeys, I swear.... Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine. Website: http://www.amojonesbooks.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amojonesauthor Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/10114... Twitter:https://twitter.com/authorAmojones Instagram:authoramojones
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Charley Rice has the guy all the girls want, but when swimming star, Dylan Sloan shows his true self, it’s Charley that pays the price. Cash Montgomery comes to her rescue but Charley knows she needs to stand on her own and leave the small town of Grassy Pond to rediscover the girl she once was. When Dylan resurfaces in her life she must decide if she will reveal the truth or keep Dylan’s secrets to herself. But if she reveals the truth will anyone be left standing by her side?
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As the bell rings for class, I cross my fingers that Dylan isn’t in it. Taking my seat, I watch the doorway for any sign of him. As the tardy bell rings, I know I’m in the clear. This pattern continues until lunch. Walking to the cafeteria I hear his voice but can’t see him. I can feel my heart beginning to thump harder and harder in my chest. When he comes into view, I think about avoiding him, but realize that will only show weakness. I look his way as he gives a sly grin. No words are exchanged, but I know that I will find a new route to the cafeteria for the next one hundred and eighty days. After arriving in my final class of the day, I watch the clock, the hands move closer to three o’clock and as soon as the bell rings, I grab my bag thankful that the day went smoothly. I breathe a sigh of relief that Dylan acted as if our breakup was just a typical breakup, and didn’t make a scene. As I make my way to the parking lot to meet my sister I notice Piper is at my side as we cross the parking lot. “Girl! It’s day one and I’m already ready for summer!” she says. “Me too! Can you believe they made us start on a Friday? Craziness!” “I know right? What you got planned tonight?” “I think Cash and I are just gonna go fishin’ tonight. Why?” She starts to laugh. “That what they call it these days?” “Piper, you know better than that! We’re just friends. He’s been there when I’ve needed him.” As Piper begins to flex her biceps she says, “Char, I know I don’t have big strong muscles but I could been there more when y’all broke up. I mean that’s what friends are for.”
Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives. When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
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TYKE It's all I ever loved, All I ever wanted. Football is it for me. The lights, the turf, the feel of the ball in my hands, There's nothing that means more to me. But then, I meet Rilla James. It's a game changer right from the start. Now, all I want is her, Everything about her. RILLA It's a love-hate relationship. I love the excitement, the thrill of the game, But despise everything it stands for. The day the game took away someone in my life, Everything changed, For the better. And I couldn't be happier. But then, I meet Tyke she Jamison. It's a blitz right from the start. Now, I'm questioning it all. Maybe I could get used to life under the lights, With him.
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Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives. When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
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Release date: Feb 21 Standalone Full length Novel with complete ending. Blurb Watchmaker. Car thief. Heartbreaker extraordinaire.
Rooke Blackheath has spent enough time in juvie to know that he really doesn’t want to go to jail. The food sucks, the clothes itch, and there are absolutely no women in sight. Well…none he wants to fuck, anyway. He should probably stop boosting cars, but the money is stellar and the high is out of this world. And why should he turn his back on something that sets his soul on fire anyway? The answer to that question comes in an unexpected form: a petite five-foot-three firecracker named Sorcha, who refuses to give him the time of day no matter how thick he lays on the charm. Rooke’s not easily deterred, though. Just like the watches he builds from scratch, Rooke knows all too well how women tick. Women are a game to him. A game he always wins. Sorcha doesn’t stand a chance. *** Sorcha Connor’s life has been permanently derailed since her son died five years ago. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, of course. She has a great job, a beautiful house, and caring friends. Every week, she hosts a book club featuring the sexiest, most romantic stories on the planet, and every week she falls for a new fictional knight in shining armor. Fictional men are perfect, though. They don’t hurt you. They don’t break your heart. They don’t cheat on you after your child dies, and they rarely ever leave the toilet seat up. When Rooke Blackheath shows up at Sorcha’s workplace, it’s clear he’s nothing like the men who grace the pages of Sorcha's favorite books. Dangerous, arrogant, sharp-tongued and sarcastic, Rooke’s not the kind of guy she needs in her life. Not to mention the fact that he’s eleven years her junior. They don’t live in different worlds. As far as Sorcha is concerned, Rooke lives in a different galaxy altogether. She’d like to keep it that way, but fate appears to have other plans. When Cinderella lost her shoe, Prince Charming showed up at her door. When Sorcha Connor loses her book, an entirely different kind of rogue comes a-knocking
Sometimes love is fated in the stars. You know you are destined for each other. Your souls entwine and you can’t imagine your life without them.
Sometimes it’s found when you’re not looking for it. It peeks around the corner when you least expect it, sweeping you off your feet, carrying you off into the sunset.
Sometimes, there are a lucky few who get to experience both. I was one of the lucky ones.
A grunt escapes my lips, as I try to roll over. It’s late. I’m not sure what time it is exactly, but I know it’s late. The lights on the pole are lit up, sending random colors reflecting off the windows and the mirror of his dresser. It’s calmingly beautiful. Holden is spread across the end of the bed with his long legs hanging over the side. It takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Lifting the blanket off of me, I kneel on the bed, leaning towards Holden, attempting to see if he’s awake. My heart does a little flip when I notice a small brown, worn looking stuffed dog. I cannot believe he has kept it all this time. We were ten years old and we thought we owned the world, as we walked around the state fair.
I had forced Holden on every ride and he was paying for it with a massive headache. I kept teasing him about being weaker than me. I must have taken things a little too far because he wouldn’t look at me. Knowing I had hurt him, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him behind me, until I found a game I knew I could win.
There was a rather obese man with greasy hair wearing a red shirt, juggling baseballs in front of his stand. Plates were lined up awkwardly on shelves behind him. All I had to do was break three plates and I would win the huge stuffed bear hanging on a wall full of smaller prizes. It took me eleven tries before I finally broke two plates.
I guess the guy must have felt bad for me because he handed me a small, brown stuffed dog with a white heart on its nose and told me to move along. It wasn’t what I was hoping for, but I gave it to Holden anyways. My reward was the tiniest of kisses on my cheek.
Giggling to myself, I lay back down. I’m not sure he would want me to see him sleeping with a stuffed animal, but I’m glad that I did. An idea pops into my head, just as I start to relax again. My eyes peer around the room until I find what I’m looking for. Sneaking over to his dresser as quietly as I can, I grab his camera and tiptoe back over to the bed.
The camera flashes when I snap his picture, causing me to immediately regret my decision. Afraid he might wake up and catch me, I grab the Polaroid picture and put the camera back where I found it. I slip back into bed and pull the blanket over me just in time. He rolls over and sits up a bit. My heart is frantic, as I watch him look across the room. I see his head turn and I quickly close my eyes.
“What are you doing?” His voice is raspy, almost menacing. Shit. I don’t answer, instead I pretend to be asleep. “I know you. I know when you are up to something. I also know you are awake. Being that it’s the middle of the night, I’m going to pretend I don’t know anything and I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight, Carsten.”
“Night.” Shit. Did I just answer him? I hear him laugh as he rolls over. Shit. I did answer him. Maybe he will forget, at least I hope he does. I wait a few minutes to make sure he’s sound asleep before I grab the Polaroid, shaking it a few times. There’s a glare from the flash. It almost looks as though Holden has a golden light surrounding him. I can barely make out the dark lump tucked under his arm. A grin spreads across my face, as I slide the picture into the pillowcase under my head.
I grew up in Chicagoland and now live in quaint little town in Northwest Indiana. I have two beautiful children and husband who worships the ground I walk on (or at least he should). I've always loved reading. Now I'm expanding that love into writing and look forward to producing many books.
I'm a huge geek and proud of it. Books are my life. I love reading, especially fiction. It doesn't matter the genre or age group. I will read anything from comics to novels. I read at least one book a day. If it wasn't for my kindle, my living room would be overflowing with books.
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You can predict the tides but not the changes they make. Gunnison Del Valle was the current in the tide that was about to change my life. Crash one we met. Crash two we fell in love. Crash three changed our perfectly planned lives forever.
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“C’mon GC! Let’s go dance.” I shake my head no. As she begins to pout, I pull her into my lap as I take a seat on the bench. “I think I’d rather just sit here with you.” I place a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear causing her eyes to lock on mine. “And what are we gonna do beside sit?” she says with a raised eyebrow. “Talk. Mar, I want to learn everything I can about you.” Placing her arms around my neck, “Ask away,” she says. “Favorite color?” “Carolina Blue. Yours?” “Yellow. Favorite movie?” “The Notebook. What’s you’re favorite type of music?” she asks. “Country.” Then she begins to giggle. “What’s so funny?” “You’re like a Yankee Cowboy aren’t ya?” Stunned. Never in my life has a girl called it like she sees it, and I love it. “Yankee Cowboy, huh?” “Yeah, I mean look at your country boy hat,” she says with a wink. “I mean now all you need is a horse or two and you’re good.” I can’t help but laugh. She obviously doesn’t know what’s funny. “Why you laughin’?”
Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives. When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
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You can predict the tides but not the changes they make. Gunnison Del Valle was the current in the tide that was about to change my life.
Crash one we met. Crash two we fell in love. Crash three changed our perfectly planned lives forever.
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As we approach, I realize it’s a private celebration of some sort, and I pray we won’t be noticed. As the music gets louder and the flame rises higher, we ease our way into the crowd and take a seat on a piece of driftwood facing each other. As sparks fly into the night sky, I notice Marleigh watching them. “What are you thinking about?” I ask. “Have you ever thought about what happens to those embers?” “They burn out?” I say unsure of where this is going. “Yeah, but I can’t help but feel like that roaring fire when I’m with you. You probably think I’m crazy since it’s only been a week,” she says while covering her face with her hands as if she’s embarrassed. Taking her face in my hands, I raise her eyes to mine. “Mar, I don’t think you’re crazy. In fact, I feel the same way.” “You do?” “Yes, but we aren’t like the embers. When this week ends, it will be a beginning for us.” “How can you say that? You’re going to be like twenty hours away or somethin’.” “More like nine, but who’s counting.” As a smile crosses her face, I’m happily caught off guard when she crashes her lips into mine. Our kiss heats up like the fire beside us and my heart soars like the sparks into the sky. About the Author
Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives. When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
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Something There In Between by S. Ferguson Publication Date: December 19th, 2016 Genre: Contemporary RomanceSynopsis:
After a life full of cruelty, Bree is left with no one to turn to—except him.
Declan, who's suffered his own fair share of tragedy, sees the girl on the park bench with the sad eyes and Converse shoes as a kindred spirit —and a chance to redeem himself. He couldn't save his mother. Maybe he can save her.
But is Bree too broken to let him in?
Declan may be her only hope for solace, if he's strong enough to break down her walls. Will she risk letting him in ... or let her pain consume her?
This book is intended for readers 18 and older. It contains violence and references of rape and child abuse
I was provided a copy of the book by the Author for an honest review.
Wow I don't have words to describe this book at all. This book had me on an emotional roller coaster, I have to say that this book some point got me mad, other laughing and some more crying like a baby but I love every single minute of it. I love the twist and turn the books has love the characters and how the book turn out to be, I am going to keep this short since I don't want to give anything away. The story begging with Bree, growing up Bree did not have a good life at all her mom use to abused her physically and verbally. But that change when she met Alex her ex boyfriend, they run away at the age of sixteen and be came homeless that's until Alex found them a job that's how she end up working for Ron has a bartender. But even with Alex she always felt that she was not worth anything but what destroy her completely was when Alex left her for a year she's being hiding her pain to the outside world but all that changes when she meet the new bartender Declan. Now Bree knows that Declan could see her straight to her soul and his mission is to make her happy. Will she get to put the past behind her will she let Declan inside her heart. I love how Declan and Bree are with each other love it how Declan is always showing her that she is worth it. I love how Bree start to open up to him and how she is always honest with him. Love the chemistry that they have with each other. I really love and enjoy reading this book I couldn't put the book down I was hook from the first page to the very last one. Author S. Ferguson THANK YOU for introducing me to this awesome characters and this amazing book love it. Add to GoodreadsPurchase Links:
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AMO JONES – PLANS FOR 2017 What is Amo up to? Tentative Planned Releases **Note that these are tentative for 2017. Titles and dates could change – you know how a writers brain works!!!** Quarter 1 2017 Razing Grace: Part 2 Special preorder price of 1.99!! One release day price will be going up to 2.99 Apple: http://apple.co/2flQsjv Kobo: http://bit.ly/2fm22Lw Amazon US: http://a.co/6HvTAOi Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2gL3kQz Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2fAmUdg The Silver Swan (The Elite Kings Club #1) Quarter 2 2017 A paranormal book – no details as yet The Devil Should Run (The Devil's Own #4) Quarter 3 2017 The Puppet Swan (The Elite King's Club #2) A secret project – ssssssh!Quarter 4 2017 Devil's Own #5 The Devil's Own Christmas (potentially!!!!!) Amo will also be attending signings – here are her 2017 planned events! Stalk her! Website: http://www.amojonesbooks.com/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/amojonesauthor FB Addicts Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1011419462242293/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/authorAmojones Instagram: authoramojones
Breathe by Amber Lacie
Release date: December 12th, 2016
Cover designer: Krisma Design
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Sometimes it’s found when you’re not looking for it. It peeks around the corner when you least expect it, sweeping you off your feet, carrying you off into the sunset.
Sometimes, there are a lucky few who get to experience both. I was one of the lucky ones.
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Wow just wow I cant breath I'm still drying my eyes out, I really don't know how to write this review without giving to much away but ill tried. This is the first book that I read from this author and let me just say that this book has me on an emotional roller coaster. At the beginning of the book I was angry at the main character I kept thinking what the hell is she doing. But the more I read into it the more I end up loving it until I started crying like a baby but I love every single minute of it. Love the characters and love how the book turn out to be. Carsten lost her mom when she was in high school after that her life started to change, then she met Michael who promise her the world and said all the right things. After her friends worn her about her boyfriend she just wouldn't listen so she decide to move in with him after graduation leaving behind Holden the boy that has love her since he was five. After one year later Carsten was not recognizing what her life has become to but the day that she finally decided to leave Michael her world turn up side down. But than Holden show up to save her she knew that she was broken and she couldn't promise anything to him. But Holden took it one day at a time and told her and show her how much he love her no matter what, everything started to look good her dream of becoming an Arties and owning her own art gallery become real with Holden by her side. But fate had something different in mind for her and made her world turn up side down once again. Will she ever get to experience real love again or will she stay true to herself and art? I really love and enjoy reading this book, love the way how Holden and Carsten where with each other and love it the love that they had for each other shine through every thing. Author Amber Lacie THANK YOU for introducing me to this awesome characters and this amazing book love it.
A grunt escapes my lips, as I try to roll over. It’s late. I’m not sure what time it is exactly, but I know it’s late. The lights on the pole are lit up, sending random colors reflecting off the windows and the mirror of his dresser. It’s calmingly beautiful. Holden is spread across the end of the bed with his long legs hanging over the side. It takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Lifting the blanket off of me, I kneel on the bed, leaning towards Holden, attempting to see if he’s awake. My heart does a little flip when I notice a small brown, worn looking stuffed dog. I cannot believe he has kept it all this time. We were ten years old and we thought we owned the world, as we walked around the state fair.
I had forced Holden on every ride and he was paying for it with a massive headache. I kept teasing him about being weaker than me. I must have taken things a little too far because he wouldn’t look at me. Knowing I had hurt him, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him behind me, until I found a game I knew I could win.
There was a rather obese man with greasy hair wearing a red shirt, juggling baseballs in front of his stand. Plates were lined up awkwardly on shelves behind him. All I had to do was break three plates and I would win the huge stuffed bear hanging on a wall full of smaller prizes. It took me eleven tries before I finally broke two plates.
I guess the guy must have felt bad for me because he handed me a small, brown stuffed dog with a white heart on its nose and told me to move along. It wasn’t what I was hoping for, but I gave it to Holden anyways. My reward was the tiniest of kisses on my cheek.
Giggling to myself, I lay back down. I’m not sure he would want me to see him sleeping with a stuffed animal, but I’m glad that I did. An idea pops into my head, just as I start to relax again. My eyes peer around the room until I find what I’m looking for. Sneaking over to his dresser as quietly as I can, I grab his camera and tiptoe back over to the bed.
The camera flashes when I snap his picture, causing me to immediately regret my decision. Afraid he might wake up and catch me, I grab the Polaroid picture and put the camera back where I found it. I slip back into bed and pull the blanket over me just in time. He rolls over and sits up a bit. My heart is frantic, as I watch him look across the room. I see his head turn and I quickly close my eyes.
“What are you doing?” His voice is raspy, almost menacing. Shit. I don’t answer, instead I pretend to be asleep. “I know you. I know when you are up to something. I also know you are awake. Being that it’s the middle of the night, I’m going to pretend I don’t know anything and I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight, Carsten.”
“Night.” Shit. Did I just answer him? I hear him laugh as he rolls over. Shit. I did answer him. Maybe he will forget, at least I hope he does. I wait a few minutes to make sure he’s sound asleep before I grab the Polaroid, shaking it a few times. There’s a glare from the flash. It almost looks as though Holden has a golden light surrounding him. I can barely make out the dark lump tucked under his arm. A grin spreads across my face, as I slide the picture into the pillowcase under my head.
I grew up in Chicagoland and now live in quaint little town in Northwest Indiana. I have two beautiful children and husband who worships the ground I walk on (or at least he should). I've always loved reading. Now I'm expanding that love into writing and look forward to producing many books.
I'm a huge geek and proud of it. Books are my life. I love reading, especially fiction. It doesn't matter the genre or age group. I will read anything from comics to novels. I read at least one book a day. If it wasn't for my kindle, my living room would be over flowing with books.
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AMO JONES – LOOKING BACK AT 2016
SERIES NAME: Devil’s Own MC
CONSUMING, SO RAW, SO DARK, SO INTENSE, SO GRITTY, SOOOOOO EPIC!!- Kitty Kats Crazy About Books
One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil’s Own) #1
Meadow I was four years old when I learnt what evilness the world could bring. I fought through life with my scarred soul, wrangled through the dark empty nights where I’d pray I didn’t wake up the next morning. I would shut my eyes and mentally take myself to my happy place. Red roses The sound of waves crashing on the sand under my feet. The final time the cold blade pushed up against my thigh, and I waited for my blood to trickle over the other One hundred and thirty-six scars that covered my skin— never came. Who was this man who just saved me? He had no idea how close I came to ending myself that day. I was ready to blow my brains all over the bedroom walls and I had a nine sitting under my pillow to prove it. Beast Some people have families, I had engineered human killing machines surrounding me my whole life. I’d been a part of this unit since I was a baby, raised in a community that was shut off from the real world. A community where we were nothing but empty vessels, until Hella (my best friend) and I escaped. Hella took us to a girl who was in foster care with him before he was summoned into The Army. After finding out yet another complication in my life, I needed space. I booked in to a run down apartment, ready to clear my head. Only my head didn’t clear, because I was haunted every night from the screams that would vibrate through my walls. This is not a story of a perfect man coming in to save the day. This is a story of what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide.
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Hellraiser (The Devil’s Own) #2
Melissa They say there are defining points in your life – moments where you f**ked it all up, moments that make you its bitch, moments that shape you into the person you are. The day I met Braxton Ward was one of my moments. My name’s Melissa Hart, and I don’t think you’re ready for this story. Hella I go by a few names: Hella, Brax, 112, or, depending on whether I’ve been balls deep in you or not, C*nt. I don’t push the boundaries because in order to do so, one must have them. I’ve never had them. Being homeless at the not-so-tender age of fifteen morphed me into an emotionless shell, and when The Army recruited me, that shell turned into steel. They say if fire is hot enough, it can melt steel; the hate that burns between Melissa Hart and me just might be hot enough. Shit doesn’t come easy for us. Enemies are expanded, secrets are revealed, and lives will be taken. Yeah, I’m Braxton “Hella” Ward, and you bet your f*cking ass that you ain’t ready for this story.
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Razing Grace Part 1 (The Devil’s Own) #3
I was light, and I was pure. Until I wasn’t.Millie I’m Millie Hart, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve dedicated my life to my Catholic faith. It was a part of me every step of the way. So when I decided to join a nunnery, no one in my family was surprised. I’m not sure at what point my life changed or where it went extremely wrong. My nightmares are becoming realities as my world starts to slowly tremble under the ground I’m presently shackled to. I was taken. Everything I thought I knew was about to rain down on me in drops of lies, deceit, and undiluted evil. Tripp/Raze I’m more machine than man. I’m the alpha and the omega of The Army, and the leader of The 6 masked huntsmen. I live and bleed this life. The arms that raised me weren’t carrying love— they were carrying knives and AKAs. I’m agent 000, the executioner, and the damn devil who walks in the flesh. No one can break through my hard shell— not even her. *This is book Three in The Devil’s Own series but can be read as a standalone.
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Razing Grace Part 2 (The Devil’s Own #3) – releasing January 17th
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AMO JONES – LOOKING BACK AT 2016
SERIES NAME: Sinful Souls MC
Delve into the delights of this boxset - all three books in the Sinful Souls MC series.
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Intricate Love (Book 2) Vicky Abrahams has a tendency to get herself into tricky situations. But after a crazy spring break with one of her best friends, she has a bigger situation she needs to deal with—Blake Rendon. Blake is part of the Sinful Souls MC. He has never been interested in anything serious with any woman, until Vicky. This interest results in him taking time to figure out his feelings for her. Is it too late once he does? Has Vicky already moved on? Tired of all the secrets that almost broke her, she has every reason to be upset. But under it all, there’s no one quite like Blake fucking Rendon. Watch this story unravel as you meet new characters and new stories. Tainted Love (Book 3) Kalie-Rose is that girl. She's that girl who calmed the storm within Ade Nixon. She attained the unattainable. She silenced his demons with her innocence. Ade Nixon is the Vice President of Sinful Souls MC. His Hulk-sized body covered in tattoos and piercings - along with his don't give a fuck attitude - screams, "I'll suffocate you in your sleep". And he would. Kalie-Rose is a popular dancer living in Hollywood Hills, she dances for some of Hollywood's elite. After giving Ade her virginity on a silver platter two years ago, a wedding brings them back together. Even if only for a short amount of time. Something There In Between by S. FergusonPublication Date: December 19th, 2016 Genre: Contemporary RomanceSynopsis:
After a life full of cruelty, Bree is left with no one to turn to—except him.
Declan, who's suffered his own fair share of tragedy, sees the girl on the park bench with the sad eyes and Converse shoes as a kindred spirit —and a chance to redeem himself. He couldn't save his mother. Maybe he can save her.
But is Bree too broken to let him in?
Declan may be her only hope for solace, if he's strong enough to break down her walls. Will she risk letting him in ... or let her pain consume her?
**Trigger Warning**
This book is for ages 18 or older as it contains graphic violence, adult language and content. Rape, child abuse and molestation are also discussed and/or referenced.
Excerpt:That does it for me. The idea that someone is hurting her causes a rage I’ve only ever felt once before in my life to flow through my entire body. I clench my fists and decide now is the moment I confront her. Is there another asshole bothering her now? Did her douchebag ex make an appearance? I will fucking end whoever did this to her. I know without asking that Jake would have my back on that move. I’d be willing to bet money Ron would as well. It takes every ounce of strength I have, but I wait until the night is a little closer to being over before snatching her arm and pulling her through the doorway into the dark kitchen. I spin her around to the wall beside the doorway, leaning down so we’re face to face, eye to eye. “You’re gonna tell me what the fuck is going on, and you’re gonna tell me right the fuck now. Is someone hurting you? Why are your knuckles all bruised? You been fighting?” I fire off everything at once, realizing I sound like a nagging girlfriend, but I need to know she’s okay. I NEED to get this off my chest. Bree sighs deeply, her warm breath fanning across my neck, making me aware of our proximity. I have her pinned to the wall, my left hand is still gripping her shoulder, and my right hand is on the wall above her head. I’m being a bastard, and using my size to cage her in. I watch her closely for signs of fear, but she almost looks bored, and mostly just annoyed. I know she can still refuse to answer, but I’ll be damned if she gets away from me until I have my say. She raises her eyes to give me an angry glare and I feel my dick twitch. Seeing fire in her eyes as opposed to the sadness they always carry makes her ten times hotter. Fuck, I’m an asshole. Something is seriously wrong with her, and I’m standing here getting turned on. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind. I’ve been…training. You know exercising and punching a bag. That’s why my knuckles are bruised.” She raises an eyebrow at me, daring me to question her more. I smirk down at her…she has no idea who she’s messing with. “You need to wear gloves then. You’re going to ruin your beautiful hands. You’re not actually sparring are you? ”I ask, my voice deeper than I intended. I’ve never been this close to her before, and my dick is currently trying to punch its way out of my zipper to reach her. She glances down, and I have a moment of horror when I realize there is no way she’s going to miss my erection. I’m a healthy boy, and my jeans were already on the tight side. Her breath hitches, and she jerks her eyes back up to meet mine. When I see the heat in her eyes, I swear I almost come in my pants like a teenager. Bree is fucking turned on by me. I can work with this. Letting go of her shoulder, I put my hand on the wall, completely closing her in, and lower my head towards hers. “I don’t fool around with Ron’s guys,” she says softly, making no move to avoid my quickly approaching lips. “Good thing I’m not one then,” I say, my mouth forming a smirk. I’m now so close to her lips I can feel their warmth on my own. “YO BREE, where ya at?” I hear Jake yell from outside the door. His voice is like a splash of cold water, causing me to jerk back, and the moment is gone. “My brother is an asshole,” I grumble, lowering my hands to adjust my erection, and backing further away from her. “Your brother just stopped me from making a stupid mistake,” she says, before walking out of the door.Add to GoodreadsMeet S. Ferguson:
S. Ferguson is a military wife and mother of three. She loves to find beauty in the flawed and broken.
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