Loving Her (An Obsessed Novella) By Jeanne St. James

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Loving Her (An Obsessed Novella)

By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

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Blurb:

 

It’s not just a love story, it’s an obsession…

Noah:

I’ve loved Bree my whole life. We were each other’s firsts when we were young and inexperienced, and I totally screwed up. I disappointed her, causing her to cry and run away. But over the years, I’ve learned, I’ve perfected, and I’ve dreamt of one day getting another shot with the love of my life.

When I finally get the chance never in my wildest dreams did I think Bree was like this. The girl who used to wear yellow sundresses is no longer Bree, she’s Brianna, my new mistress. I’ll do whatever needed for her forgiveness, even go to my knees and grovel.

However, there’s just one thing… I want Bree back, not Brianna. Once I get Bree, Brianna can do to me what she will.

Bree:

Maybe Noah doesn’t realize it, but he’s been mine ever since we were teens. I tried to apologize for disappointing him our first time, but never got the chance.

Now, when he approaches me at the bar, I can only think about all the things I want to do to him and with him. I plan to show him the skills I’ve honed over the years.

Little does he know what’s in store for him because I know his secrets, his desires, his needs. And I plan on giving it all to him.

However, just when I think I’m in control, he turns my world upside down.

Note: All books in the Obsessed series are standalone novellas. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.


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Excerpt:

Noah:

I’ve loved her my whole life. At least since I can remember, which is all the way back to when she was in kindergarten and I was in first grade. I’d chase her through the backyard and around the jungle gym, trying to catch and kiss her.

If I’d succeed, she’d curl her little fingers into a fist, sock me in the gut, then run and tell her mother.

Yep, I had no game.

And, apparently, I didn’t leave an impression. Because now, at thirty, she’s still avoiding me.

Even though she can’t go very far at the moment since I’m her brother’s Best Man, and she’s the Maid of Honor.

Let me tell you, I hate weddings.

I hate them even more when I’m forced to stand across from her and can’t touch her, drag my fingers through her long, dark hair and run my lips along her delicate neck.

The only time I can touch her is when I escort her up the aisle. I’ve done it twice so far. However, she won’t meet my eyes, she feels stiff on my arm and she’s hardly said two words to me. And now I stand here while the wedding planner drones on and on about what’s expected of us during the ceremony tomorrow.

Yawn.

Look, Ms. Wedding Planner, it’s easy. Put one foot in front of the other, walk (without tripping) up the center aisle (can’t get lost while staying in between the rows of pews and aim for the front of the church), then stand to the side (no picking noses, asses, or adjusting your junk).

Simple.

Oh, and don’t pass out. Otherwise, the video will go viral across cyberspace.

One more thing… the rings. Can’t forget to put the rings in my tux pocket.

Got it.

Yawn again.

It isn’t as if I’m not happy for my buddy, getting married to a great woman (although, not quite as stunning as his sister) who makes him happy, but I’m not thrilled with being a part of it. But I have his back. And I’d love to have his sister on her back.

Again. But in better circumstances.

We lost our virginity together at seventeen in her parents’ pool shed. I was in love with her then, too. Her with me? Not so much.

And in those forty-five seconds of bliss, I fell in love with her even more. I don’t think she thought it was even close to bliss, though. In fact, she had run out of the shed crying while pulling down her sweet yellow sundress.

I was devastated, and that was a major blow to my seventeen-year-old ego.

I’ll admit it, I had a lot to learn.

However, I had to learn it elsewhere since she was no longer game. In fact, she avoided me (just like at this rehearsal).

But I did learn. I was determined to improve, to not make her cry next time. But, unfortunately, there never was a next time.

Eventually, Mrs. Callahan down the street was kind enough to take me under her wing. Teach me the ins and outs of women. Of pleasure. Of discovering what I wanted and what I wanted to give in return.

Mrs. Callahan.

Yeah.

She made me call her that, too. And I did (when I wasn’t calling her Mistress).

I learned.

I perfected.

I dreamt of one day getting another shot with the love of my life.

Now here we stand, across from each other. My eyes on her. Her eyes on everything but me.

I want her.

I need her.

Still.

Even after all these years.

As I stand across from her, I’m mesmerized by her unforgettable, stunning beauty.

I love her.

But I can’t have her.

And that fucking blows.

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About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.

Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

To keep up with her busy release schedule check her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

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The Lovin’ is Easy By: Gemma Snow Author Spotlight

 

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The Lovin’ Is Easy

By: Gemma Snow

The Triple Diamond series (Book 1)

Contemporary Erotic Romance (Ménage)

Blurb:

At the Triple Diamond, good things come in threes…

Madison Hollis never expected to find anything at the Triple Diamond Ranch in Montana, a surprise inheritance left to her by an uncle she’d never met. With her career as an event-planning manager for the Silicon Valley tech titans, a job that has pushed her straining engagement to the breaking point, she doesn’t have time for soul-searching.

But, out in the Montana summer sun before putting the ranch up for sale, Madison finds herself distracted by Triple Diamond’s sexy and oh-so-tempting ranch managers. Christian Harlow and Ryder Dean are best friends and total opposites, rebel country boy and pretty boy cowboy, and both are hot as hell.

Intent on loosening her reins, Madison gives herself permission to dive into an affair, surrendering to her desire for both of them. As she gets to know both Ryder and Christian and grows all too familiar with the feeling of them on her skin, Madison wonders if it will be as easy as she’d hoped to go home and leave them behind. But when an ugly secret comes to light, it might just send her running—if something, or someones, can’t convince her to stay…

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Excerpt

“A what?”

Against the din of the ancient window air conditioner chugging into the room, Madison’s voice had a tinny, almost petulant sound. But of all the things she had expected from the impromptu meeting with some family estate lawyer she’d never heard of, this wasn’t it.

“A ranch, Ms. Hollis,” Mr. Sidney replied, the tone of his voice indicating that he’d picked up on her confusion and ensuing frustration with the afternoon’s events and that, frankly, he didn’t care. “The Triple Diamond Ranch in Wolf Creek, Montana, to be exact.”

Madison rubbed her hands over her face and tried to make sense of everything. Mr. Sidney had contacted her a week prior about a will left to her by some uncle on her mother’s side, an uncle she’d never heard of, from a mother who’d been gone some eighteen years now. She took a deep breath, trying a different tack.

“Are you certain this is my uncle”—she glanced at the stack of legal documents two inches thick on the desk before her—“Mason?”

Mr. Sidney peered down at her over the wire rim of his thin glasses—a remarkable feat, given that she had at least two inches on the man, who sat short and boney in the chair across the desk.

“Mr. Mason Westerly King first arranged this inheritance with Sidney and Sidney nearly two decades ago,” he replied. “We’ve had ample time to determine and confirm your identity, Ms. Hollis.”

Madison resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but only just. Mr. Sidney’s attitude came on the tail of what had already been the week from hell. She sighed, her heavy breath spilling out of her mouth like a deflating hot air balloon. It’s only Wednesday.

“Mr. Sidney, I’m afraid I still don’t quite understand. What am I supposed to do with a ranch”—she gestured with her hand—“I don’t know, eight, ten hours away from here?”

He gave a slow blink. “My advice, Ms. Hollis, is to go inspect the ranch yourself. You have all the information on the mineral rights and past financial records. Once you get the lay of the land, you can determine whether you wish to sell or keep the property. But otherwise, after I get your signature on these forms, I’m afraid there’s not much else I can help you with.”

Madison did scowl that time, but with her head bent over the stack of papers while signing the requisite lines, he couldn’t see it. She was perfectly pleased to be done with Mr. Sidney for good, but he was wrong about one major thing. She wasn’t going to decide whether or not to keep the ranch—she had decided the very first time he had mentioned the word inheritance. No, the second she got out to Montana, she would sell the damn thing and be done with it. Maybe then everything would go back to normal. Ha. Yeah, right

Author Interview

1.      Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

 

 I’d love to! I’ve been a writer and storyteller for as long as I can remember. I come from a writing family and the supportive, creative environment pushed me toward a career writing – not that I had a choice! I have a degree in journalism because writing is something that I’ve always known I have to do and I’m lucky for the chance! As a writer, I love all sorts of things, travel, classic cars, art history, and yoga. It’s always so much fun to learn about new things and the world around me. 

 

2.      What do you do when you are not writing?

I love to bake. It’s a really big problem, since I’m a full-butter and full-sugar type baker, so I’d add running and yoga to the list of other favored activities to burn off all the muffins and cookies. I also love classic cars, art history, travel and modern feminist lit.

 

3.        When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book?

I’ve been writing for as long as I can possibly remember. Writing is an intrinsic part of me, and even before I understood what that meant, I told stories and made up tall tales. As for my first book, I actually pitched Harlequin my freshman year of college, back when they were still taking queries in the mail, which is pretty amazing. They sent back a personalized rejection letter filled with great suggestions and that just inspired me to keep going. I started self-publishing senior year of college, and then the indie presses and series all developed from there. 

 

4.      How did you choose the genre you write in?

 Romance has been a favored genre for a long time. I would fill my library bag up with first YA sweet romances, then the cowboys and regency – older stuff, because that’s the option that I had. When I discovered just how huge the romance industry was, my world expanded a lot. At the time, I was already writing romance stories and a lot of Fan Fiction, which was a really natural stepping stone into romance and erotic romance. The deeper I got into it, the more I realized that romance is a progressive, women-centric, feminist genre, and that just made me love it all the more. 

 

5.      Where do you get your ideas?

The ideas come from everywhere! There’s this gorgeous manor house in my town that I pass walking to the park with the little girl I nanny, and I developed a full series just from that house alone. I tend to write in series, which makes the world building more concrete and the second or third stories are often natural progressions from the first. At the moment, I have too many ideas and not enough time to write them all! (Good problem to have, I know.) 

 

6.      Do you work with an outline, or just write?

I’m a plotter, I have to be. For one, I’m working on a lot of projects at once, and if I don’t have the info written down and organized, then I make mistakes. I also tend to over write, and if I do that without a plot then the first draft comes out fluffy and direction-less. Starting with a plot and character interviews, though all that original planning may change, is a great way for me to stay focused and on track in the long run. I wrote one story without an outline and I have no doubt it would have been significantly better with one. 

 

7.      Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult?

She’s actually fantasy, not romance, but Juliette Marillier has had a huge influence on my life, especially pertaining to the way she writes her heroines. It’s really important to me that my women are unique and flawed individuals, because women are all different and I strive to write real women, not perfect women. Juliette writes characters that save the day both by working within the confines of expected feminine behavior and outside of them. I’ve learned so, so much from her. 

 

8.      Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

I’d love to! The Lovin’ is Easy is a male/female/male menage romance set on a ranch in Montana. My heroine, Madison, is a city girl from San Francisco who inherits the Triple Diamond ranch and wants nothing to do with it, until she meets the two hot cowboy ranch managers, Christian and Ryder. It originally started as a short story for an anthology request, but my editor thought that it would make a great series, so I got the chance to explore the characters and their relationship more as I made the book longer, and I think the story definitely benefited from it! 

 

9.      Will you have a new book coming out soon?

Yes! Leather and Gold is a historical BDSM novel coming out in October, part of the At My Lady’s Pleasure series. I love switching back and forth between historical and contemporary because they pose different, exciting challenges. Writing something as outside the box as BDSM in an era when the rules were so strict and controlling makes it, I feel, all the more erotic and decadent. Plus, I love a duchess who takes what she wants. 

 

10.  Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

There’s two major pieces of advice I have for new authors. The obvious one, and you’ll hear this a lot, is read and write. All the time. Reading and writing are the only ways to become a better author. Read everything. Write all the time. Otherwise you don’t get to call yourself a writer. The other piece of advice is something I wish I’d been told back in the beginning – treat your writing like a business. Think about your hours and expenses and your times. Organize and plan. Stay on top of everything and always deliver what you promise. When writing is a hobby and not a job, you can do what you want, but when you make the change to writing as a career, there’s a lot more pressure and that’s something to be aware of. 

Author Bio:

Gemma Snow is the author of several works of erotic and romantic fiction in both the contemporary and historical genres, and enjoys pushing the limits of freedom, feminism, and fun in her stories.  She has been an avid writer for many years, and recently moved back to her home state of New Jersey from Boston, after completing her education in journalism and creative writing.

In her free time, she loves to travel, and spent a semester abroad living in a 14th century castle in the Netherlands. When not exploring the world, she likes dreaming up stories, eating spicy food, driving fast cars, and talking to strangers.

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Cosmic Cabaret by Cailin Briste (Pre Order)

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Cailin Briste’s Tallav Characters Visit the Cosmic Cabaret

My mind spun in all kinds of directions when I first heard that the SFR Shooting Stars were looking for authors to participate in the Cosmic Cabaret anthology. We were asked to bring our own universe into that of the L.S. Quantum.

Who from my Sons of Tallav Universe needed a vacation? In the end, I chose Master Trey, but his visit to the Blue Star line’s luxury starship isn’t a holiday. He’s been sent on a mission. I’ll get to that in a moment.

 

The Cosmic Cabaret is just one of the venues on the Quantum, which is the size of a small moon. Lots of space for the thirteen authors in the anthology to add to the world building already provided by the set creator, Jayne Fury. But all stories intersect in some way at the Cosmic Cabaret. Our world building was cross-pollinated through a discussion forum where we shared with one another the details about the Quantum and other venues we were creating in our stories. This was the best part of this anthology experience. I loved hearing what others were doing and seeing how they brought their characters into the setting.

 

The anthology releases on October 10. You can preorder now.

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Cosmic Cabaret: Where Hearts Collide in the Greatest Show in Space

 

Come aboard Blue Star line’s crown jewel, the LS Quantum, a luxury starship traveling through space and time. You’ll meet princes and star sultans, solve a murder, track a thief, plan the ultimate jewel heist, and encounter futuristic rock stars on the lam, cirque stars who want the quiet life, and dancers who want fame. Join thirteen USA Today, Amazon best-selling, and award-winning speculative fiction romance authors as they twist their own tales on the decks and in the dance halls of LS Quantum. Embark on a journey to fall in love at the Cosmic Cabaret.

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Educated by the Master by Cailin Briste – My contribution to the Cosmic Cabaret

Take one talkative novice to kink. Combine with a master who prefers the silence of meditation. Bake on high heat at the Cosmic Cabaret. Luscious.

Patsy O’Shaughnessy is ready to leave the Quantum and Cosmic Cabaret behind for a new position at a kinky venue on the planet Beta Tau. That she’s a novice to this type of club doesn’t curb her enthusiasm. She needs this job. Trey Johannsen isn’t thrilled to be pulled from his club on Beta Tau to offer her his expertise. Seriously? Burlesque? Yet, the creative director they’ve foisted on him is an intriguing ingénue that reignites a light within, clearing the cobwebs of his ennui. They’re both going to have to learn some new tricks… and hands-on experience is the best teacher.

 

Excerpt: When Patsy first meets Master Trey, she’s amazed. He’s as much of a Luddite as you can be in the distant future. But that’s not all she finds remarkable about Master Trey.

 

A quick glance over her shoulder assured her every inch of the giant with piercing deep brown eyes was following her to the shuttle gate. Oh my gosh, he’s checking out my ass. Her cheeks heated. Why oh why did she have to have pale skin that showed even the slightest blush? Why couldn’t she have been born with dark amber skin like the delectable man behind her? Pull it together, girl. It’s a guy thing. Their eyes are naturally drawn to tits and ass.

An announcement stated boarding for their shuttle flight would commence in five minutes. Inside the gate seating area, Patsy turned to face Trey. “We have a few more minutes. Shall we sit, and ya can double-check that your bags have been loaded.”

 

Trey pulled a hand-comm from his pants pocket, held it to his ear, and made the call to the automated baggage handling system. After assuring the comm was off, he put it away.

“Ya use a hand-comm? Ya don’t see many people that do. I’d probably lose one, so my internal comm is a true blessin’. I don’t know how people lived in the past without an EBC. All my data is there at the tip of my thoughts. I was told everyone received nanite injections to build their internal server when they were infants.”

“I’m not a fan of tech. I like to keep things simple.”

 

Trey Johansson was even more intriguing than she’d imagined. “So, ya don’t have an EBC. Where do ya store information? How do ya know when someone is tryin’ to contact ya? Goodness. How do ya exist without bein’ able to connect with governmental systems? Bankin’ systems? Will there be a problem boardin’?” Why hadn’t he or Mr. Meryon told her this?

“Stop.” Trey narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. “Stop. Let me answer one question at a time.” In the pause that followed, Trey raised an eyebrow.

Oh, he wants me to acknowledge him. “Yes. Understood.”

A flush of pleasure went through her when he smiled. “Good girl. I have an EBC. Every child on Tallav receives one. I use it when necessary. My work-related data is kept on servers like most of yours is. You access it through your EBC. I use a vidscreen.” He patted his pocket. “My hand-comm signals me when I have a message. It tracks callers, just like your internal comm. I don’t like cluttering my mind. It destroys inner peace.”

He dropped his chin and looked at her as though he were expecting her to say something. But for a change she kept quiet. Her thoughts were bustling with everything she had learned about this man. That good girl was patronizing but so very BDSM master–like, especially coming from a hunk of handsome with a voice like smooth dark chocolate. She’d liked it. File that away for future reference on female reactions to Doms.

 

Author Spotlight: B.L. McGrew and Her Butterfly Diary

Today I’m happy to have on my blog a friend of mine that I met this year via BookCon. We connected and I was touched my her genuine soul so that when she told me she was releasing a book I thought why not have her on my blog? I have gotten to know her over time and she had become like my soul book sister. I hope you enjoy your introduction to B.L. Mc  as she makes her debut.

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Kay

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Blurb:

Zoe is a closed off, sarcastic, unhappy, high tempered, seventeen year old girl, who is forced by her therapist to start keeping a diary. She doesn’t see the point in having to communicate her every thought. Whether it be speaking or writing, it wouldn’t change anything.

Plagued with the stress of traumatic experiences in her life and weighed down with a huge secret she is keeping from those closest to her, Zoe is a closed book to the world around her. Avoidance is all she knows.

Though, she may seem like nothing bothers her on the exterior, she knows the demons she is battling and the skeletons she’s trying to keep locked away. Will she ever be able to face all the dark in her life? Will she ever be able to see herself as someone worthy of love, someone worthy of happiness?

Is happiness even meant for everyone?

Excerpt:

I was manic and anxiety ridden watching it hold my words, words that I could never get back. Like a crazed person I jumped out of my bed and nearly ran to my desk grabbing the diary. I yanked it open and violently ripped those three pages out that I’d just written. I tore the pages into pieces so tiny that they could have easily been confused as confetti. I threw the pieces of confetti into the trash and then poured my bottle of water over it just to ensure the pieces could never be put back together.

I sat down in my chair nearly out of breath. My shoulders slumped as I stared at my trashcan. Unable to cry for some odd reason; my hands started to tremble. I counted the butterflies on the cover of the diary again and again, slowly and methodically until I was able to calm my unsteady body.

 In that moment I realized that like the wet and ripped pages of confetti, I too would never be put back together.

 

Author Interview:

What do you do when you are not writing?

When I am not writing, I am usually reading or running/working out. 

When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book?

I actually started off writing Twilight FanFiction and I had a lot of fans tell me I needed to start writing my own stories. My parents encouraged me as well and in 2010 I started coming up with my own characters. 

How did you choose the genre you write in?

I just feel comfortable with Young Adult/ New Adult/ contemporary. I don’t want to pigeon hole myself, but I write more fluidly in these genres.  

Do you ever experience writer’s block?

Yes! I experience it often. Actually, before I finished Her Butterfly Diary I hadn’t written in three years. I hated that nothing was inspiring me, but one day a flood of ideas hit me for many different kinds of books and now I can’t stop!

Do you work with an outline, or just write?

I just go with the flow. I want to outline, but for me personally it messes with my creativity while writing. I like to go wherever the words take me. My original idea for Her Butterfly Diary was totally different than my finished product. Had I followed an outline of my original idea I don’t think it would be the book it is right now.

Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

It has dark themes and a few difficult parts to read as you learn more about the protagonist, Zoe. I hope people can take away from the book the feeling of knowing we all grow. We all battle demons differently  and that doesn’t make you less of a person.

What project are you working on now?

I’m currently working on multiple projects. My second novels first draft is complete, so now I’m working on my first fantasy trilogy and two other realistic fiction/Young Adult books. Trying to figure out which one will be my third complete project.

Will you have a new book coming out soon?

Yes! Next year my sophomore novel “We Are Immeasurable” will be released. It is a Young Adult novel and I won’t give too much away, but grab your tissues!

Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

WRITE! When you don’t want to, when you think you’re out of words, when you think your idea sucks, WRITE ANYWAY! It will come to you. Writing is like exercising, you have to be consistent. If you’re not you get rusty and you lose momentum! Just don’t think too hard, take it chapter by charter. Word by word, before you know it you will have a first draft!

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

THANK YOU! Your support means the world to me. It’s overwhelming knowing people are rooting for you and want to see you win. I’m living my dream, all I’ve wanted is to become a published author and I can officially say that I am. So thank you for going on this ride with me. There’s more to come and I promise you, I will work hard at getting better and better! 

Author Bio:
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Native of North Eastern, Ohio. I have been writing for almost ten years with “Her Butterfly Diary” being my first published work. I am a bibliophile, a vegan, and a runner! Books, writing, and music are all I need in this life. And peanut butter! I was a teacher for seven years, but writing is what I want to do with the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy my debut!

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DRIFTER

by Janine Infante Bosco
Nomad Series #1
Publication Date: November 8, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

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Synopsis: “Stryker”
I’m a drifter.
A man born to ride through this world alone.
There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my duty—I was going to save lives.
I was going to be a true American hero.
But God had another plan.
Or maybe Satan did.
For everything I touch finds mortality.
I’m no hero.
I’m nothing.
I’m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell.
Now I ride with the Satan’s Knights of Brooklyn and I’m drifting into a different kind of chaos.
The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes.
A girl who has the power to turn me inside out.
A girl who doesn’t need anyone to rescue her because she’s her own savior.
Until she’s not.
But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.

Gina Spinelli

Strong. Independent. Fierce.
They are the three things I strived to be.
But sometimes being successful can be lonely.
Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her.
Maybe even love her.
Sometimes the strong become vulnerable.
Or worse, the victor becomes the victim.
Sometimes we lose control or in my case it’s stripped from you.
Defeated. Broken. Haunted.
They are the three things I have become.
In my darkest hour I admit defeat.
In my darkest hour I need one person.
I need him.
Stryker.

***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***

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DRIFTER EXCERPT

Silence.

It engulfs me, provides me with a false sense of security the moment I close my eyes and drags my subconscious into the depths of sleep. But, it’s quickly ripped from me by the sound of plagued screams. A woman shouts with a foreign tongue and though I don’t understand the Afghani language I know beyond a shadow of a doubt she’s yelling for her innocent child to run, to seek shelter and for the man with the laser pointed at the child’s head not to shoot.

I am the man with the sniper rifle.

I am the man perched on a roof, with my finger firmly wrapped around the trigger.

And that bitch just sent her fucking child to play in the sand with a bomb strapped to his back.

For a moment, I want to believe she’s not playing me—that her kid isn’t a ploy in some sick terrorist plot. I ignore the sounds of my men commanding me to take my shot, insisting that time is of the essence and if I don’t do it, I’m betraying my country. I loosen my finger around the trigger and open both my eyes and watch the boy lift a handful of sand through the scope attached to my rifle. He opens his palm and spreads his fingers wide letting the grains of sand fall through them before he looks back at his mother.

She shouts more of that foreign bullshit and I wish I could get my hands on her and slice her tongue from her mouth.

It’s the final thought that crosses my mind before I pull the trigger and watch the boy fall back into the sand as my bullet pierces him between his eyes–innocent eyes that were once wide with wonder now are dull and lifeless.

Sweat beads along my brow and I can feel the bile rise up my throat as I wait. Everything around me fades as I stare at the boy in the sand. I lose myself and question my purpose, my mission, my platoon—everything. The bomb doesn’t go off and I swallow the lump lodged in my throat. I frantically peer into the scope, moving it to the right in search for the mother. I picture the Virgin Mary cradling her lifeless son that was pulled from the cross and wait for the woman dressed in black garb to do the same but she’s nowhere in sight.

Before I can divert my eyes back to the boy the blast erupts robbing me the opportunity to look into his eyes one final time because his head has been blown off his body and the fragments of him are now one with the sand he was playing with.

This is war.

And this is hell.

All that’s left is the sound of my own screams vibrating through my body, deafening as it pounds my eardrums and invades my head.

It’s those very screams that pull me from my sleep night after night and why I’ve given up on getting a full night’s rest, using my bed only to fuck and even that didn’t happen too often.

Until her.

I used to pound my dick into any willing pussy, never bringing them into my bed, believing I didn’t need that false sense of hope that I’m normal when I’ve got a woman wrapped around me, begging to spend the night in my arms after I’ve thoroughly fucked her—only for her to realize I’m fucked in the head when I wake her up screaming like a little bitch.

Yeah, I didn’t need that shit.

Hell, I didn’t want it.

Until her.

But I’ve learned my lesson and I’ve learned it the hard way. It’s the reason I’m sitting in a chair in the corner of a fucking filthy motel—waiting for the sun to rise as I stare at the battered and bruised woman in my bed, when all I want to do is climb in next to her and pull her into my arms—take away her pain and forget mine. I clench my fists and keep them pinned against the arms of the chair as I take in the dried up blood on her naturally pouty lips—lips that skimmed every inch of my body and I crave every night since.

I tear my eyes from her mouth and zero in on her closed eyes—eyes I know are pale green. Eyes once vibrant with life and mischief are now going to be full of torment and fear—when the swelling goes down and she can fucking open them again.

Her long brown hair is splayed across my pillow, matted with blood and knots from being fisted and pulled, leaving her scalp sore and just as bruised as the rest of her. I let my eyes travel the length of her, knowing the body she’s hiding behind her clothes matches her face in color and shame.

A knock sounds on my door and I tear my eyes away from the restless beauty, squirming between my sheets—wishing its pleasure that has her twisting and not torment.

Torment can’t be erased, it can’t be silenced—that shit sticks with you.

It lives inside you and destroys you, fractures your soul and rips your life to shreds.

I may have rescued her tonight but the woman in my bed is as good as dead. Her soul has been taken, chewed up and spit out by the men who attacked her—when she wakes up all she’ll know is grief.

She’ll mourn the life she had and wish the one she’s left with ends.

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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO

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Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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Beyond The Friend Zone featuring Always Never By: Grace Ravel

The amazing gals (and guy) at the Writing Wenches are coming out with another anthology. This time the theme is friends to lovers–how fun is that? Short stories are sometimes harder to write because of the word count constraint–come up with a story in forty pages or less that has characters people can relate to and a story people will want to read. Sure. Piece of cake. Of course it wasn’t a piece of cake but it was certainly fun.

I love my characters: Bree and Rowan, best friends since they were in kindergarten. A series of notes, and later, text messages reveal stages, milestones, heartaches and joys in a lifetime of friendship between these two beautiful souls. Bree, as typical of female characters I write, is a strong, independent woman who loves deeply and is fiercely loyal. With a serious, introspective personality, Rowan’s lighter, happier disposition provides a balance to Bree’s. I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Here’s a teaser, and just below is a sneak peak.

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EIGHT GRADE

Rowan: How do you like the new cellphone?
Bree: Lovely. Another reminder of the inadequacy of my social life.
Rowan: How’s that?
Bree: I have two speed dials. You and my mom. Oh, three. Pizza Hut.
Rowan: You’ve got all the ones that matter. Plus, you’re on the top of my list.
Bree: Well, that’s something. And more evidence why high school’s gonna suck.
Rowan: It’ll be fun.
Bree: Easy for you to say, Mr. Popularity.
Rowan: I can’t help it if your best friend is the shit.
Bree: Gag me.
Rowan: Please. you love me.
Bree: Always. But you better not turn into an asshole jock.
Rowan: As if you’d let me.
Bree: Never.

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I’m married to a wonderfully patient man who is convinced I have ADD. My short attention span is great for raising four active boys, not so much for doing grown-up things, which also means writing is a challenging process. But I love to write so I force myself to sit longer than five minutes without getting sucked into the internet rabbit hole or impromptu football games. I’m currently working on my first manuscript, and second, and third (see, short attention span). You can find my ramblings at www.graceravel.com or on social media, Grace Ravel.

13 Days of Halloween with Bewitching Desires A Savannah Coven Anthology (Day 12)

Today is the 12 Day of my 13 Days of Halloween with Bewitching Desires A Savannah Coven Anthology. I am putting some info and insight into my short from this anthology.

I have never written paranormal anything before. So writing a paranormal romance was a bit tricky for me because it required research and tons of help from my writing group in this project. I knew I wanted my heroine Paige to be African American. My hero Kean was based at least on appearance by a wrestler who gives me the impression he would make a great shifter. Once I got passed the appearance I wanted to make him sexy, but secretive and my story went from there.

I am a big fan of Stephen King and one of my favorite books of his is “Carrie”. In that book Carrie was a girl who possessed telekinetic powers and that was the inspiration for Paige having that power as well.

The name of my story is Magical Shift.

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Blurb

Paige has always been a loner. After the death of her nana, she takes solace in her job and taking long runs in the woods. Her usual place of solitude is threatened by an unknown presence and a rather handsome mystery man who lands on her doorstep quite literally.
Falling in love with the handsome stranger wasn’t part of the plan, but that is exactly what begins to happen. When old friends and secrets start to unravel, Paige is left with trying to find a balance between what she thought she knew and what her heart says.

An excerpt from Magical Shift

Me? I received my powers a year ago at midnight. At first I thought I’d lost things, my keys and my sunglasses. Then later I’d find them in different places. By the time I arrived at the Halloween coven meeting, I had realized that I was accidentally moving things around. At first it seemed fun, but after a while, I grew frustrated because I didn’t know how to control the telekinesis. I’d find my hairbrush in the fridge and the flour would end up in the linen cupboard. Glasses would be broken on the hall floor. Almost a year and endless practice later I have a greater degree of control. Nana would’ve made sure I learned it all, but I think I did pretty well for someone who had to figure it out on her own. Although when I’m angry or tired, I still tend to do things more unintentionally than not.
My usual route took me around the edge of the woods; a circuit that ended back home. I could take the road on the opposite side, but that led into town. Now that Nana had passed, I had been going further in, not when the run was so peaceful and the forest so close to my house.
I paced myself as I ran past the trees. Pink’s upbeat tunes dazzled my eardrums. I reveled in the sense of freedom running gave me, even if it was only for a moment.
Nana often called me her special little girl. She said there weren’t many of us in the black culture. I came from a long line of witches and I inherited the powers I got. It skipped generations. Many of the other black witches my nana had known in her lifetime learned their occult knowledge from books and spells.
I kept up my pace until the feeling I wasn’t alone in the woods crept up on me. I took one of the headphones out and scanned my surroundings to see if I could spot something. My intuition was usually right. I turned around a few times, seeing nothing, I placed my earphones back in. Lately, I have been feeling like I was being watched. Most times the presence didn’t feel threatening, and other times it did. Maybe Nana was warning me away from the woods from beyond.
The hairs on the back of my neck pricked up and I picked up the pace. I could hear all of Nana’s past warnings in my head, but I needed my daily run like I needed coffee. It was my fix.

things more unintentionally than not.
My usual route took me around the edge of the woods; a circuit that ended back home. I could take the road on the opposite side, but that led into town. Now that Nana had passed, I had been going further in, not when the run was so peaceful and the forest so close to my house.
I paced myself as I ran past the trees. Pink’s upbeat tunes dazzled my eardrums. I reveled in the sense of freedom running gave me, even if it was only for a moment.
Nana often called me her special little girl. She said there weren’t many of us in the black culture. I came from a long line of witches and I inherited the powers I got. It skipped generations. Many of the other black witches my nana had known in her lifetime learned their occult knowledge from books and spells.
I kept up my pace until the feeling I wasn’t alone in the woods crept up on me. I took one of the headphones out and scanned my surroundings to see if I could spot something. My intuition was usually right. I turned around a few times, seeing nothing, I placed my earphones back in. Lately, I have been feeling like I was being watched. Most times the presence didn’t feel threatening, and other times it did. Maybe Nana was warning me away from the woods from beyond.
The hairs on the back of my neck pricked up and I picked up the pace. I could hear all of Nana’s past warnings in my head, but I needed my daily run like I needed coffee. It was my fix.
My senses tingled again. I spun around again this time certain that I wasn’t alone. I didn’t want to deal with the abnormal today.
I was isolated by my abnormality. Okay, yes, I had the coven. The coven, a sacred place with friendly enough witches, but they weren’t my Nana. I had always been an awkward girl.