Thursday, October 31, 2013

COVER REVEAL - Abandon by Cassia Leo

Expected Release Date: January 2014
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover reveal organized by: Shh Moms Reading


Tristan never gave a shit about the girls he used and abandoned. His manwhore ways were ingrained in him from birth. His past has always been a mystery his conquests have wanted to crack, but no one has been able to... until now. Senia has always fallen for the wrong guys, but this time she's fallen for the worst of them. Her attempts to guard her heart from Tristan's charms and sexual magnetism only spur on his pursuit. And soon, the electric energy between Tristan and Senia sparks a fire too wild to contain. Now Tristan must decide if he will abandon his old ways or if he will stay true to his past and abandon Senia instead. Note: This is a spin-off from the Shattered Hearts Series and can be read as a standalone.  

She walks into Yogurtland with her cell phone pressed to her ear and a scowl on her face. Behind the scowl, her vulnerability shines like a fucking nuclear explosion in a dark closet. Whoever she’s talking to has stripped her bare. I find myself wishing it were me who affected her that way. She’s digging inside her purse while balancing the phone between her shoulder and her ear; probably searching for money to get her frozen yogurt fix. What is it about frozen yogurt that makes us feel better? Maybe it reminds us of being kids, and how something as simple as a trip to the yogurt shop could turn a bad day into a great one. Whatever it is, I can see that she desperately needs some frozen yogurt. But with each passing moment that she’s unable to locate her money, I see the hope draining from her face. “I told you to stop calling me. I don’t care if your car is in the shop. I’m not picking you up!” She drops her purse and cell phone onto the checkered tile floor and curses loudly. “What the fuck are you staring at?!” she barks at the man who’s ogling her ass while ushering his small child out of the shop. “You’ve never seen a girl in a skirt bend over?” She falls to her knees as she reaches for the cell phone first. She presses it to her ear and says hello a few times before she realizes there’s no one there. I walk over to her, coolly taking my time, then I kneel next to her and reach for the lipstick tube that rolled behind her left foot. I hold it out in front of her. She looks sideways at me and her mouth drops as she’s stunned into silence. Most girls are stunned when they see me. I’m used to that. But Senia has seen me plenty of times. She’s not amazed by my good looks. She’s stupefied by my impeccable timing. Her gaze immediately falls to my lips, which are just inches from her own. Then she begins to sob as she throws her arms around my neck. I can’t help but chuckle. “Hey, it’s okay,” I whisper into her ear as I breathe in her scent. She smells like strawberries or pineapple. Something fruity. It’s intoxicating. I reach up and grab her face to pull her away, so I can look her in the eye. “What flavor do you want?” A tear rolls down her face and I wipe it away as she stares at me, still dumbfounded. “Cheesecake, with strawberries.” “Perfect.” I help her gather the rest of her belongings into her purse then I order her yogurt as she watches me from where she stands next to the trash bin. She watches me as I approach her with her bowl of frozen yogurt, one of her perfect eyebrows cocked skeptically. “Don’t look at me like that,” I say as I pass her the bowl of yogurt. “Why?” she says as she pops the first spoon of creamy yogurt into her mouth. She licks the spoon clean and I find myself wondering what it would feel like to have those full, red lips wrapped around my cock. I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Because you’re turning me on and I can’t fuck you in Yogurtland.” She continues to cock her eyebrow as she takes another spoonful of yogurt into her mouth. “Then maybe we should get the fuck out of Yogurtland.”
In the three years I’ve known Senia, we’ve almost fucked three times. The first time happened the day I met her, after a show we played in Durham. We were interrupted backstage by Xander, the band’s manager, just as Senia was about to get on her knees. The second time was at a Memorial Day picnic. We were both pretty shitfaced and she ended up tossing her cookies all over me as I was sliding her panties off. The third time happened less than three months ago, in a pub restroom stall. She started crying and couldn’t go through with it; she was too heartbroken over her ex. I think the fourth time may be the charm for us. For some reason, this makes me really fucking nervous. I’m not afraid I won’t be able to satisfy her. There’s no doubt I’ll make her come harder than she’s ever come before. But for the first time in my life, I’m afraid of what will come after the sex. Senia is Claire’s best friend. Even if Claire and Chris never get back together, I know she’ll always be around. Chris is my best friend. I can’t avoid Claire and, therefore, I can’t avoid Senia. Something about this terrifies me and intrigues me; like I’m flirting with danger or, more accurately, fucking with danger. I grab the door handle on the passenger side of my silver Audi and pause as I look her in the eye and pull the door open. “Get in.” She smiles and shakes her head as she slinks into the passenger seat. “Please don’t bother using your manners.” “I won’t.” I slam the door shut and walk around to the driver’s side, tapping the trunk as I note my surroundings. It’s eight in the evening. There are only three other cars in the parking lot and at least one of those belongs to the guy working behind the counter in Yogurtland. I look up at the lamppost in front of the car illuminating the hood and shining through the windshield. I open the door and slide into the driver’s seat. Gazing into her eyes, for a moment I’m reminded of the last time my mom took me to get ice cream, when I was nine years old. I clench my jaw against the visceral nature of this memory and Senia takes this as an invitation. She climbs into my lap and takes my face in her hands as she crushes her lips to mine. I thread my fingers into her hair and roughly grab a fistful of her dark locks. She whimpers as I thrust my tongue into her mouth and squeeze my fist around her hair, intermittently tightening my grip then easing up. Finally, I pull her head back by her hair and her eyes widen with shock and excitement. That’s when I notice her styrofoam bowl of yogurt upended between us, the cold stickiness seeping through both of our shirts. She smiles as she swipes her finger through the cool, sticky substance and slowly eases her finger in her mouth. “Creamy,” she purrs. “Fuck,” I whisper as my dick jumps, trying to escape my jeans. I grab the bowl and toss it into the backseat and she smiles as I swipe my finger through the yogurt and reach under her skirt. Her thighs are smooth and warm against the back of my fingers as I move straight for her panties. She holds my gaze as I slip my fingers under the fabric and find her clit. She swallows hard as her smile melts into a look of pure ecstasy. “Oh, my God,” she breathes as I stroke her gently. I grab the back of her neck and pull her mouth against mine, swallowing her moans as if they were the air keeping me alive. I shove two fingers inside her and she gasps as I curve my fingers to reach her spot. Her body curls into me as I lick the soft skin below her earlobe. Abruptly, I remove my hand from her panties. Her face is incredulous as I lift her up by her waist and place her on the passenger seat. “Get in the back.” For a moment, it seems as if she’s questioning this abrupt request. “This better be good,” she says as she slithers between the two front seats to get into the backseat. I reach under her skirt as she crawls into the back and I yank down on her panties. “Jesus Christ, Tristan!” “Make up your mind,” I say as I place my hand on her ass and push her into the backseat. “Am I Jesus Christ or Tristan?” She laughs as I scramble into the backseat after her, holding onto her panties so she’s forced to leave them behind. I quickly position myself between her legs as she lies on her back and smiles. “You can be whoever the fuck you want.” I slide my arm under her waist and lift her up so I can place her back against the passenger side window. Pushing her skirt up, I spread her legs wide open and marvel at the sight of her. She perfectly shaved with a small landing strip of dark hair that ends at the top of her slit. “I prefer Tristan,” I say as I flash her my crowd smile. She whimpers like a kitten in pain, her hips writhing against me as I devour her slowly and methodically. She tastes like the frozen yogurt I smeared all over her. “Oh, Tristan,” she moans and I hook my arms tightly around her thighs to steady her as her legs begins to tremble. “Oh, my fucking God!” I suck gently as her clit pulsates against my tongue. She lets out a loud cry that sounds like a sigh mixed with a scream. I can’t help but smile as I continue to stimulate her until she grabs chunks of my hair and yanks me up. “Holy shit,” she breathes as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me on top of her. But she doesn’t kiss me. She just holds me there and I quickly begin to feel uncomfortable with this closeness. I begin to push away, but she tightens her grip. “Please don’t move,” she begs, and I can hear something strange in her voice—she’s crying. I lie still with her for a while until I no longer hear her sniffling. I slowly pull my head back to look her in the face and she quickly wipes at the moisture on her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. I grab her hand and pull it away from her face. “It’s okay,” I murmur as I brush my thumb over her cheekbone. “No, it’s not,” she says, a hard edge to her voice as her hands reach down to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. “But it will be.” She pushes my boxers down until my dick springs free and I suck in a sharp breath as it comes in contact with her. “I don’t have a condom.” My shoulder-length hair hangs around my face as I hover over her. She reaches up and pushes my hair back as she pulls my mouth to hers. I groan as I try to resist making such a stupid mistake. Despite the rumors, I don’t have unprotected sex. I may be a whore like my mother, but I’m not as reckless as she is. I try to pull my face back, but Senia holds my head still. Suddenly, I’m royally pissed off. I rip my head out of her grasp and glare at her. “This is just a fuck. Nothing more,” I insist and her eyebrows scrunch together. A sharp pang of regret twists inside my chest. “I’m sorry.” Why the fuck am I apologizing? “Then shut up and fuck me,” she says as she tightens her legs around my hips and the tip of my cock presses against her opening. I slide in slowly, watching as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Leaning forward, I suck on her throat as I gradually ease myself further inside her with each stroke. “You’re tight as fuck,” I whisper as I carefully work my way deeper inside. She doesn’t respond, so I keep thrusting, slowly at first then working my way up to a steady pace. I pull my head back to see her face and her eyes are still closed. I don’t know why, but I want to see her eyes. “Look at me,” I command, and she opens her eyes instantly, her gaze finding mine. Her eyes are slightly red and that’s when I notice the tear tracks running from the corners of her eyes, down her temple, and disappearing into her dark hair. A strange urge overcomes me and I lean down and kiss her temple. Licking my lips, the saltiness of her tears turn me on even more. I ease my hand behind her knee and lift her leg higher so I can thrust deeper. She whimpers as she threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my mouth to hers. I kiss her slowly, matching the rhythm of my hips to the movement of our tongues. She bites my top lip and I feel myself getting so close to blowing my load. “Holy shit,” I whisper as I try to pull my head back, but she holds my head still and kisses me deeply as I let go inside her. My dick twitches as I fill her with my gushing warmth. I grunt into her mouth and she continues to kiss me, swallowing my cries the way I did hers. Finally, I tilt my head back and look her in the eye. Then I ask her a question I haven’t asked anyone since I broke up with Ashley four years ago. “Who was that on the phone?”

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USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she's not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she's not watching reruns, she's usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading--sometimes both.

BLOG TOUR - Love Resisted (Book #2 - Real Love Series) by Melanie Codina


For Allie Baxter, love was never something she had to worry about. She was loved by her friends, her family, her husband … until the day it was ripped away. Losing love was the deepest pain Allie had ever endured, and it was an agony she vowed to avoid feeling ever again. Crippled with guilt over her loss, for five years Allie served her self-appointed exile from the daily comforts offered by friends and family, only to return and attempt to fit herself back into their open arms—even if she knew she didn’t deserve it.
Mike Lawson was not something Allie expected; the love of a man was not something Allie was prepared to want. The spark of desire that had long ago died inside her suddenly returned, bringing the memories of her pain with it. She swore she would never allow herself to love again … but how long could love be resisted?


I have been waiting patiently for Allie Baxter’s story. After reading Love Realized, I fell in love with this group and especially the fire cracker, Allie. This group of friends have a bond that most wish they had with their friends. 
After the death of her husband, Allie shut down.  She closed herself off from the world, including her family.  Allie moved away, and distanced herself from everyone.  Allie blamed herself for Mar’s death even though it was an accident.  Allie didn’t want everyone to look at her with pity in their eyes, so Allie stayed away.  Did her friends and family look at her that way?  Did her friends and family just miss the “old” Allie that they knew and loved?  Was the look in their eyes, only concern? Could Allie allow herself to live a life without Marc?
Allie Baxter had given up dating all together after the losing Marc.  Allie refused to put her heart out there again.  To give her heart to another, only to have it destroyed once again. That was not going to happen.  Allie vowed to NEVER love again, so Allie chose to build a brick wall around her heart.  She was never going to allow herself to feel the pain she felt when she lost Marc. 
“Love meant pain, and she knew she had to resist.” ~ Allie
Mike Lawson was Allie’s neighbor.  Mike went to dinner with Allie’s best friend, Gillian after she had separated from her husband, Logan, which is Allie’s brother.  There wasn’t sparks between Mike and Gillian, however they became very good friends and he was welcomed with open arms to their group of friends.  Mike’s personality clicked with this group.  He fit in well with everyone.  Mike was immediately attracted to Allie.  There was just something about this woman that drew him to her.   Mike has been trying for months to get to know Allie, the “real” Allie, not to smart mouthed woman he sees.  He knows there is more to her, than what she is allowing him to know.
"Her snippy comments were clearly a defense mechanism, and while he completely respected them, it was his new mission in life to break down that wall, brick by brick.”  ~ Mike
Fortunately, Mike was a VERY patient man.  He didn’t care how long it took him to break down those walls, because Allie Baxter was definitely worth the wait.
Allie’s comments were always fueled by sarcasm.  Sarcasm was her armor, and that is how she fought every battle.  Allie would put up her wall, and hit the bitch switch.  Allie thought that if she was a bitch to Mike that her actions would push him away.  Little did she know, Mike saw through her fa├žade.  He knew her game, and he was ready to be a key player in winning her over.
“Keep running Allie, but eventually I will catch you.” ~ Mike
When Allie was around Mike, she felt different.  She was beginning to feel alive again.  She began to have butterflies in her stomach which was overwhelming for her.  Allie’s walls were beginning to break, and Mike was getting to see the Allie that everyone has been missing.  Mike was getting to know the “old” Allie, the Allie before she was broken.  Allie didn’t know what to do with these feelings, so she did what she did best, she threw the walls back up and pushed Mike away.  She would be bitchy to him with the hope that he would just go away.
"Have I really been that bitchy?  I didn’t mean to be.” ~ Allie
“Of course you didn’t, sweetie, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t been.  I get it, I do.  That guy over there has you all tied up in knots, and you can’t help but fight it.” 
Gillian reached over and took Allie’s hands in hers. 
“You said it yourself – he isn’t Marc, but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to want him.” ~ Gillian
Mike will stop at nothing to get Allie to open up to him, to allow him in.  He knows that he must go big or go home.  Mike had to put himself out there.  There was a bet, and a nice wager.  Mike had a point to prove, and the stakes were totally worth it.  Who would win?  Allie or Mike?
Allie is falling for Mike and falling hard.  Allie was struggling to resist Mike, to resist feeling again, to resist loving again.  Allie seemed to be stuck in the past, and was refusing to live in the present.  Allie didn’t want to look forward to a future, a future without Marc. 
“Feelings led to love, love led to pain, end of story.” ~ Allie
Was a future with Mike possible?  Could Allie love Mike?  Could Allie let go of the past and realize that love isn’t so bad?  Just because love was taken from you once, doesn’t mean that it will happen again.  Allie and Mike had a lot in common.  They had both lost someone that they loved.  Did the circumstances in their deaths, make it different?   Is Allie ready to take that risk again, the risk of loving someone?
I absolutely LOVE this series.  Mike is absolutely AMAZING.  He is perfect.  His personality alone, is his selling point, not to mention his fabulous body, and gorgeous looks.  Mike seems to be exactly what Allie needs.  The only question is:  Will Allie realize that resisting Mike is the wrong this thing to do?  Allie needs to be able to let go of her past in order to move on with her future.  Allie has resisted love for so long, could she possibly have known that Mike was her new forever, her new future? It may not have been the future she had seen five years ago, but it could be her future now.
The spark between Allie and Mike is evident. I, as a reader saw it, I was just waiting to see if Allie saw it.  I loved how we got to see the entire group again in this book.  I love Allie and Gillian’s relationship.  Their friendship is one that most of us wish we had.  They are not only best friends, but they are like sisters.  They complete each other.  I love the bickering between Jason, Jake and Allie.  They crack me up.  The group has known each other since there were kids and have been friends for a very long time.  They are each other’s extended family.  They all look out for each other and love each other. 
This series is a MUST read.  Love Realized is book 1 in the series and Love Resisted is Book 2.  Get ONE CLICKING !!!!
This review was prepared by Heather.  
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review. 

Melanie Codina and her family will be donating $1 or each book of Love Resisted sold during the month of October. 



Twitter:  @MelanieCodina

Melanie is an amazing mother of four, an awesome and tolerant wife to one, and nurse to many. If you don’t believe her, just ask anyone in her family, they know what to say. She is also a devoted chauffeur, the keeper of missing socks, a genius according to a six year old, the coolest soccer uniform coordinator according to a twelve year old, and the best damn ‘mac-n-cheese-with-cut-up-hot-dog maker in the whole world. Well that last title isn’t really official, but it’s still pretty cool to be called it.

When not being ordered around by any of the kids, you can find her with her nose in a book or on the sideline of a soccer game cheering on one team or another. But that’s mostly because she has a thing for the coach. When she is not doing all of the above, you can find her obsessed with a group of fictional characters all vying for a spot on the page of whatever she’s working on. It’s a fun and crazy life to lead, but wouldn’t have it any other way.


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Wednesday, October 30, 2013



With their past behind them and a baby on the way, life for Brady and Tori is finally on track. 

That is, until tragedy divides them. Unable to cope, Tori moves to Minnesota to be with her parents. 

Heartbroken and alone, Brady throws himself into his music. His career takes off and Tori assumes Brady left her behind.

After a chance run in with Brady’s brother, Tug, Tori makes a decision. 

One that leads to Irreversible Damage


I have been impatiently waiting for this book since Irreparably Broken ended. I even tried to get some info out of KJ in Vegas and she would only give me the bare minimum to only leave me hanging, while giving me that evil grin of hers. So as soon as I got the ARC in my hands, I just had to dive right into it. I lost a lot of sleep that night and I was a walking zombie at work the next day, but it sure as hell was worth it. KJ did an amazing job with Irreversible Damage. I loved it a lot better than Irreparably Broken. KJ was able to take me on the rollercoaster ride of emotions with each of the characters. I felt every single one of them. Even the ones I didn’t want to feel, I felt. The book was completely unpredictable, it had me at the edge of my seat the entire time. I kid you not I was not able to put the book down. I was fully obsessed.

Brady and Tori were dealing with a past that completely broke them both and they were learning how to move on from it together. With a baby on the way, they had to leave the past behind and move on. They were both living in Mexico, along with Liv and Harrison, Brady’s sister (also Tori’s BFF) and boyfriend. They seem to be happier than ever. Sometimes it is still hard for Brady to accept what Sheila had done to them all, but Tori is there to reassure him that it’s over and she can’t hurt them anymore. Tori has even helped Brady with his fears and Brady is now the lead singer of his band and they are doing great. Singing is a passion of his and it is clear to anyone who can see it. She has been nothing but supportive to him and is always by his side, even as pregnant as she is. The spark that they feel for each other still burns. And damn those pregnancy hormones! They’re hot for each other! Hot damn! It is clear that they love each other. Brady adores Tori completely. He doesn’t want to hurt her ever and always puts her needs first.
"My heart beats for you, don't ever doubt that." He says the words like he knows exactly where my thoughts had taken me. ~ Brady
When a devastating tragedy strikes, Tori shuts down and Brady distances himself. He doesn’t know how to be there for her. Thinking she needs time, he gives her space. Instead, giving her the illusion that she’s a distraction. He focuses all his time and energy on his band. Tori doesn’t know how to cope with it. She feels alone and is completely depressed. Brady has shut down on her. She doesn’t know what to do with herself, she has nothing left for her life in Mexico besides Brady and he doesn’t seem to want to be with her anymore. No one knows how to help her. She contemplates the idea of going back home to her parents.When a blast from Brady’s past comes back into the picture. She wants back in and she will stop at nothing till she gets Brady back. What Tori sees take place proves to be the last straw and sends her packing back home.

With Tori back at her parents, she’s getting her life back together. She’s back in school and she has a job. Not a day goes by that she does not think of Brady, but she must go on living life without him. She hasn’t heard from him since she left. He hasn’t come chasing after her. He must’ve moved on. Brady’s singing career took off and every minute of his time gets consumed by that. He’s famous and can have any girl he wants. Not a second goes by that he doesn’t think of Tori and the regrets he has. He should’ve gone after her, but he let the very best thing in his life walk right on out.

When Tori has a chance meeting with Tug, memories from the past come flooding in. After a little convincing, they go out to dinner. However, to loosen up some, they have a little too much to drink and one thing leads to another. When the one thing irreversible happens. We all know that Tug has always loved Tori, but Tori’s heart always belonged to Brady’s. But what happens when old memories come back, when you’re feeling vulnerable, and when you just want to feel again? There’s no turning back but how can you move forward?

Tori is faced with another tough decision. Can she give Tug the love that he wants from her? Or will her heart always belong to Brady? Or will this night be a night full or regrets for her? Will Brady realize that Tori is what makes him truly happy and go after her? Can Brady and Tori have another chance together? Will Brady be able to forgive Tug and Tori for what happened between the two of them? Will everyone be able to get past all this and move on? Will everyone finally be happy?

I absolutely loved this book! I’m going to be completely honest and say that you’re going to need some tissues while reading this book. KJ does toy with your emotions with this one. You never know what she will do. My heart broke for Tori. No one should have to go through the pain that she went through. Brady was amazing with her. I loved him for that. He just didn’t know how to deal with his own emotions on the situation as well. He was so used to bottling everything inside and shutting everyone out. When Brady shut down, my heart broke for him.It’s like when the tragedy occurred they both just gave up and no one fought for them. I wanted them so badly to be together. After all they had been through, they both deserved true happiness. I loved the fact that they can count on their family and friends whenever they needed them. Amazing job KJ. I can’t wait for Tug’s book. Write a little faster please.

This review was prepared by Jennelyn.

I received an ARC for my honest review.



BOOK RELEASE - Have I Told You by F.L. Jacobs



Caston Black has it all, according to the outside world. The owner of the best-selling gentlemen’s magazine, Black Hollywood, has good looks, fame, fortune, and a reputation that precedes him. He can have any woman he wants, as long as he doesn’t keep them. Caston sets his sights on Sabrina for his next Hollywood Sweetheart. Little does he know he will find the woman to share his life, the one he is meant to keep forever.

Sabrina Bennett has been in a mentally and physically abusive relationship that has destroyed the beautiful, confident dancer who arrived at college three years ago. She thinks the only good thing left in her life is her abusive boyfriend. Keeping her boyfriend happy is her number one priority, no matter how impossible. She’s been broken and molded into a frightened, unsure girl desperate to be worthy of love. 

Meeting by chance one evening, sparks fly between Caston and Sabrina. Neither expected the feelings they bring out in each other. Trying to have a normal relationship in their abnormal world is almost impossible, happiness is a new way of life for the lovers. They want to move forward, but the past won’t let go. 

Can Caston help Sabrina heal from her past abuse? Can Sabrina show Caston he is as strong as he appears to be? When is the price of love too much? What do you do when the biggest threat to the person you love is you? 

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Breakfast flew by.  Caston stood up to leave and I felt sad, as if a piece of me was leaving.  Standing in front of him, I straightened his suit coat; feeling very brazen I took his lapels in my hands, pulling him close to me.  He put his hands on my hips, under my shirt.  His thumbs edge their way to touch my skin.  It jumped at his touch. 

“Be good today.  I will leave an iPad for you to use.”  He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.  I sighed, and looked up at him timidly through my eyelashes. 

 “Yes, Caston,” I responded angelically.  My mind was begging him to kiss me.  Please, God, kiss me. 

“I could get used to this,” Caston replied, staring into my hazel eyes, while brushing my sides with his thumbs. 

He was barely a hair’s breadth away from my mouth now.  He enveloped my mouth, and his tongue parted my lips, hungrily seeking mine.  I allowed him entrance, and my knees buckled.  He caught me, pressing me to his body.  One hand stayed on my back, while the other skimmed up my back and tangled in my hair.  Intertwining his hand in my hair, he pulled my head back, starting to kiss the sides of my mouth down to my neck.  My mind went absolutely blank, and I felt my insides clenching.  Just as suddenly as he started kissing me, he pulled away.  Breathless, I leaned up against the table.  Holy shit!  Did that just happen?

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I am a mommy of two, wife to an amazing man, and full time employee. Life is crazy and my love for reading had fizzled over the years but thanks to a wonderful group of ladies that I met last year I started reading again. Their love for books turned me on to many great writers who I would have never discovered if I hadn't started reading again! 

I started writing for them. They brought out my love for writing that I haven’t seen in years. Starting this process was tedious and nerve wrecking, but my lovely ladies and my fabulous husband have

inspired me to take my love for writing to the next step.


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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

COVER REVEAL - Better by S. Walden (Too Good Series, Book 2)


Their relationship has been exposed, and now their lives are changed forever.

For Cadence Miller, the fast track to adulthood proves intimidating and frustrating. She’s a little girl lost—abandoned by her parents and uncertain of her future. She doesn’t think she “fits” anywhere. She’s eighteen. She wants to be older. And the result is both comical and heartbreaking.

Mark Connelly will do anything to provide Cadence a stable, loving home—to be her protector. But he’s just as broken and lost, and his heart won’t let go of his past so easily. He knows he must share his secret with Cadence. And he hopes his revelation won't tear them apart. He hopes it will draw them closer, and make their love better.



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S. Walden used to teach English before making the best decision of her life by becoming a full-time writer. She lives in Georgia with her very supportive husband who prefers physics textbooks over fiction and has a difficult time understanding why her characters must have personality flaws. She is wary of small children, so she has a Westie instead. Her dreams include raising chickens and owning and operating a beachside inn on the Gulf Coast (chickens included). When she's not writing, she's thinking about it.

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She made sure to look as inconspicuous as possible for her first day of classes: jean shorts, tank top, flip flops. She kept her hair down but pulled it off her face with a headband. She wore a tad bit of makeup. Nothing showy, but she thought first day classes warranted mascara and lip gloss, at the least.

She slid into a seat in the row closest to the windows. She didn’t bother to look for Michael. Or save him a seat. She still wasn’t sure about that guy. She felt guilty for not telling Mark about Michael’s kissing comment. She wanted a friend, but she was unsure if he was a good one. She scanned the room for somebody better. She needed a girlfriend. And there was one sitting directly behind her.

“Hi,” Cadence said tentatively.

“Hi,” the girl replied.

Cadence wasn’t sure what else to say. Neither was the girl. That was until she recognized Cadence.
“You went to Crestview High.”
Cadence’s face fell. “Yeah.”
“My friend went there. She graduated with you.”

Cadence nodded.

The girl leaned in and whispered, “Did you really have an affair with your math teacher?”

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