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Excerpt from What We Are Reading: Cocky Fiance by TL Smith and Melissa Jane

by Melissa Jane, T.L. Smith
Genres: Contemporary Romance

Title: Cocky Fiancé

Authors: TL Smith & Melissa Jane

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: December 1

He wasn’t meant to be on my radar, he was definitely the off limits guy.
My brother’s best friend, my friend’s ex, but most of all he was my boss.
Hawk Carnage resembled one thing, and one thing alone. Sex.
He used it, he knew it, he lived it. Hawk owned the biggest lingerie company in the world, and I was his leading lady.
In business.
But now business and friendship were about to be crossed. The lines blurred, and I was ready to dip my toes into the forbidden water. Because no matter how much I said I could refrain from Hawk Carnage, now was not the time.
He was to be my fake fiancé.
And I was about to sink into that forbidden water, with Hawk’s hands clutching my sides.
Lord help me because I was about to enjoy every moment of it.
Even if it was just for fun, even if it would ruin everything.
I was about to dive in head first.

As far as weeks went, this one was long and arduous. With Britta gone, the entire atmosphere was different. Dull and boring. But today she returned. Her voice filtered down the hall, warm and cheery as she greeted her colleagues. Moments later, she walked into my office, her smile bright, skin freshly bronzed. Although she was smiling, her beautiful almond eyes meant business. Closing the door, she sat opposite me and crossed her legs.

I raised my brows in amusement when she remained silent and expectant. “Good morning, Britta,” I began. “How was your leave?”

“Morning, Hawk,” she smiled, and I was reminded for the millionth time how much I missed it. “It was… refreshing and…” Her eyes gave me a subtle once over. Not subtle enough that I don’t notice. “New suit?”

“Yes.”

Her lips pursed together before she responded. “It looks great on you.”

I smiled knowing her palms would be sweaty and her heart would be pounding. That was Britta.

“I’m happy you approve.”

She wiped her palms on her skirt and looked around the room. “Is the AC not working? I’m heating up here.”

I smiled to myself at how predictable she was. Using the controller, I lowered the temperature for her.

“So, what’s on your mind?”

“Game plan,” she said instantly.

“Game plan?”

She nodded. “Tomorrow… we need a game plan.”

I tapped my pen on my desk and watched her, curious. She watched me unfazed, waiting patiently for me to respond.

“Hawk, I need you to be serious right now.”

“I’m deadly serious.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re looking into my soul.”

I didn’t know about her soul, but I would’ve liked a look under the blouse she was wearing.

“I assure you,” I said, dropping my pen on the desk and leaning forward. “I’m being serious. What do you have in mind?”

“I may be over Roman, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want revenge.”

I cocked a brow. “Revenge?”

She nodded, a smile slowly playing on her lips.

“Britta Valentino, what do you have in that mind of yours?”

“I want him to remember what he lost. I want to drive him crazy.”

This time, I nodded slowly, understanding the angle she was coming from.

She paused and waited on the edge of her seat for my response.

“Did Roman ever make you scream, Britta?”

She frowns. “Scream? Yeah, we only fought toward the end, though.”

I bite the corner of my mouth to stop the smile from taking over. “That’s not the type of screaming I mean.”

This time as realization dawned, her eyes grew wide. “That’s… that’s a bizarre question to—”

“I’ll take that as a no then,” I interrupted.

“I didn’t say that.”

“It’s written all over your face. A shame. I bet you’re a great screamer.”

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TL Smith

USA Today Best Selling Author T.L Smith can be found in almost any chocolate store, eating all the chocolate. She lives in Brisbane, Australia with her two kids and husband. Her favourite things to do is dancing, writing, reading and travelling the world. A lover for twisted words and things that make your heart pump. You can find her on the following links.

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Melissa Jane

Melissa Jane is an Aussie author who writes about Alpha men and strong heroines no matter the adventure.
When she isn’t writing, Melissa spends time with her husband and little Yorkie, Pocket.
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Hell and Back by Natasha Madison – Excerpt Reveal

by Natasha Madsion

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Meeting him was a fluke. Dating him was a mistake. Watching him become a drug addict put me through hell. Running was my only option.

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I’m running from my demons and when I find out she’s trying to escape her past, I know what I have to do.

One broken cop. One woman fighting for her life. A fragile love.

Sinister secrets that threaten to tear them apart.

They’ve been to hell. The hard part will be finding their way back together.



Releasing October 31, 2016
 
 
 
 

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EXCERPT

 
I pull up in my driveway looking over at the house.  What I see pisses me off. 
Here she is in a long-sleeved shirt, long pants, hat and glasses pushing a brand new lawn mower.
I make sure I check my temper before I walk over.
Right before I cross the street the little girl on the front porch stops me mid step.
She looks like just like her mother, just a smaller version.  She is sitting on a plastic little table, that they probably just bought, coloring.
I make my way over to her right when the lawn mower goes off
“I told you I would cut the grass.”  I try to sound casual, but the blood in me is boiling, it must be ninety-five degrees
outside, and she’s wearing enough clothes for a trek across the frozen tundra.
She looks up “I also said I got it, and I would be doing it myself.” The little girl from the porch makes it to her mother and hides behind her, yanking on her pant leg. 
The fearful look that she gives me is just like her mother’s.  I crouch down, getting eye-to-eye with her and say “Hey there, beautiful. What’s your name?” She doesn’t reply, and instead she lowers her gaze so she is looking at her feet. “I’m Jackson,” I
reach out my hand, but drop it when I know she won’t take it.  I gesture behind me, as I say “I live in that house right over there.  I used to know your great grandma.”  I’m trying to draw her into a conversation with me, but nothing I say engages her.
“It’s ok baby, you can tell him your name.  Nan used to make him cookies, so you know what that means, she must have really
liked him.”  She rubs her daughters shoulder.
“I’m Lilah,” she says in barely a whisper.
“That is the most beautiful name in the whole wide world.  You’re lucky to have such a beautiful name.”  She smiles at me, right as a car back fires. She yells and puts her hands to her ears. 
Two things happen at the same time, her mother grabs her and runs toward the house, and I vow to protect them.
“Wait,” I rush after them and make it right to the door before it’s closed in my face.  I stand there inside the house and
watch them rushing to the corner and hide.
Two broken girls protecting each other against some monster of the outside world.  I walk up to them “It’s ok, it’s just a car, it was nothing but a car.”
“Lilah, baby it’s ok, it’s ok.  I’m here.  It’s ok baby girl, were safe.” She is trying to comfort the little girl who is sobbing quietly in her mother arms.  “No one is here baby.”
She looks over at me, our eyes meeting for one minute before she lowers them again.
“Look it’s ok, it’s just Jackson.  There is no one here, baby.”  She rocks Lilah back and forth. Her back against the wall while she soothes her baby girl whose sobs are slowly stopping, her eyes closing.
“What can I do?”  I’m now sitting in front of her not sure how to even start to dissect this.
“Nothing, you can’t do anything for us,” she kisses Lilah’s head. “No one can.”
I ignore that last part not sure how to talk about this now. 
“I’m going to go outside and finish cutting the grass, then I’m going to go pick up some food for us.  Does she like pizza?”
“Jackson, I don’t know what relationship you had with my grandmother, but I don’t need your help.  We will be fine.  Please, it’s ok, you can leave.” She rests her head on the the wall closing her eyes, the defeat of the day leaving her body.
“I’m going to go outside and finish mowing the lawn so Lilah doesn’t have to go outside anymore today.  Then I’m going to
pick up pizza for myself.  You won’t have time to cook, so I’m going to pick one up for you.  I want to eat with you guys, but I’m not pushing myself on you either after today.  Now I don’t want to fight with you or even discuss this, so just nod
that you understand?”
She looks into my eyes, but nods yes.
“I can pay you for the pizza?  I have money. I don’t need a hand out,” she says while trying to push herself up to go get
fucking money. 
If she weren’t so scared of things I would punch the fuck out of something right now.  “I don’t want your money, now or
ever.  I have no doubt you can take care of yourself.  Consider this a housewarming present.” I get up going to the door not even giving her a chance to say anything else.
“She’s never had pizza before, so can you just get us plain cheese.”
I don’t say anything afraid of what will come out of my mouth.  I nod and walk out the door, closing it quietly so as not to wake Lilah.
I close my eyes exhaling the breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding.
“She’s barely holding on while fighting for her life.  She has demons, they both do.  Whatever happened to them, it’s in there deep.  The both of them are so scared, you can practically see the fear coming off of them.”  I look over at Brenda who is on
her porch watering her plants. “Tread lightly, Jackson, or better yet walk away if you aren’t going to do anything about it.”
I don’t have a chance to respond she walks into her house closing her front door softly, leaving me fighting my own demons.
 
 
About Natasha Madsion
 
When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…
 

Declan by Caitlyn O’Leary

by Caitlyn O'Leary

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EXCERPT

I dropped to one knee and stared at the little boy who looked like he might be sleeping amongst the dust and debris.  Brushing off the bits of rock and rubble from his face, I picked him up and hugged him close.  Despite all my prayers, I knew deep in my heart he was dead, like all the others in this God forsaken mess that surrounded me.

“Declan.  We’ve got to go.”  Brannon’s voice seemed distant.

Something red and blue caught my eye.  It was a little stuffed horse. Had it been the boy’s?  Goddammit, be careful, you’ll drop him.  Regaining my balance on the cement fragments, I bent down and picked up the toy and put it on the child’s chest, cuddling both of them closer to my heart.

The little boy had lived in this house, one of three destroyed in one fell swoop, killing innocent women and children.  The damn headdress obscured my vision for a moment, or was something else in my eyes?  I saw something move towards me.  Men with shovels, running and shouting.  After a moment, I understood them.  They were right.  Maybe there were survivors.  I could help look, or at least help dig out the remaining bodies.

A warm hand  touched my shoulder.  I turned, it was Brannon Dodge.  “We’ve got to go.”

“I did this.”

“No.  No, you didn’t.  Dec, we’ve got to go.”  The body of the little boy was cooling in my arms despite the heat surrounding us.  He would never grow up.  Never go to school.  Never become a man.

“We’ve got to leave the country,” Brannon insisted.

“I’m not leaving.”  There was no way I was going back to the US.  I’d help these men bury their loved ones.  If they realized I was an American, so be it.  I deserved whatever happened.  The intelligence provided by one of my men had done this.  Death would be welcome.

Brannon called out loudly in their native tongue, “Whose son is this?”  A crowd of men swarmed and one sobbed.

“My boy.  My boy.”  The man trembled as I carefully placed the precious bundle into his arms, making sure the stuffed horse stayed with him.  He wailed loudly in his grief, as people huddled around him, trying to offer sympathy.  Brannon grabbed at my arm.  I was just too tired to pull away.

Step after step he dragged me.  I couldn’t help myself, I kept looking backwards at the devastation I’d wrought.  Homes that an hour ago had held happiness, joy, and dreams of a future.

“Let me go, Brannon.  I need to stay.”  I jerked away.

“Not going to happen, major.”

So fucking tired.  How many days had we been there?  We’d been weeding through leads and chasing our tails for what seemed like forever.  The team had been shot at, stabbed, and now this.  Laird was barely hanging on and had been sent to Germany..  My thoughts sent the bile rushing into my mouth and I doubled over losing the little bit of food I’d eaten that morning.  Brannon stood there, then I made a run for it

“Declan, they’ll figure out you’re an American.  You’ll be killed, or worse.”

I turned to tell him to shut up, and met his fist.  It all went dark.

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You want to know about me? I believe in three things: loyalty to my friends, helping those in need and

the end justifies the means.

Declan (Shadow Alliance Book One) by Caitlyn O’Leary releases October 26th!

Pre-order your copy at the following retailers:

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Blurb

Some serious shit went down when I was in the Army. I mean brutal. After my last tour, I created the Shadow Alliance. Me and my team know how to get things done, and will take on all those jobs that others won’t. My name is Declan McAllister and when it comes to keeping people safe, I’m your man. Mess with me and I will rain hell-fire on you like you’ve never experienced before.

Few things get my motor running like beauty and brains. Okay, a nice ass doesn’t hurt either. Getting a chance to work with FBI Agent Allison Davies, who is the whole package, normally would be great, except when she followed my butt down to the flood ravaged country of Paraguay to track down a traitor, and ends up putting her career on the line.

Now here we are attempting to keep things professional, but the more I watch Allison pour her heart and soul into this case, the more I want to see what that same passion would be like between the sheets.
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About the Author:

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Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

 

Her Series Include:

THE FOUND:

It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

 

MIDNIGHT DELTA

This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

 

FATE HARBOR

This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.

 

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