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Brando

The Santini Brothers Series #2

by Marita A. Hansen

Publication Date: April 27, 2015

Death and sex on two legs ... BRANDO is coming for you. Dark, brooding, and one hell of an asshole, Brando walks through life taking what he wants—and who he wants, whether they like it or not. And he wants Ivy, the second in command of the Vipers—a team of female assassins. Having been owned before, Ivy tries to resist Brando, who is just as deviant as her former master—a notorious human trafficker called the Black Russian. But after discovering Brando’s devastating past, she sets out to get to know the real man behind the beautiful face: a tortured soul with secrets to die for.

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First of all this is part two of a series, so if you haven’t read Ricardo Book #1, I highly recommend it to understand more of the background on the Santini family.  If you haven’t read it, this can be read as a standalone because it’s not a cliffhanger to lead you into the next book.  I rated this book 5 stars.  This is not my typical read.  It has an Italian mafia in it, which brings sex, violence, and scandals.  This book was very suspenseful, I recommend reading when you have time to finish the whole thing, because otherwise you will be left hanging until you get an ending.  I would say this book is not for everyone, but if you like suspense, and a good story, then this book/series is for you.  It does have some hot sex scenes and plenty of mouthwatering Italian men to keep you intrigued.

After reading book one, Ricardo, I didn’t think I would like Brando whatsoever.  I was totally wrong based on what I had learned about him from the first book.  Everyone has their own story and until you know the truth of their past to know what has shaped them into the person they are today, you never know why they are the way they are.  The perfect description for Brando: “dangerous, intense and downright sexy.”

He wants Ivy who is a part of the Vipers, team of female assassins.  Ivy knows what it’s like to be owned by someone, so she tries to deny her attraction to Brando.  But will discovering his past be what makes her sympathize with him or resist him like her former master, the Black Russian.

I promise you are not left with a cliffhanger but I hope to hear more about Brando's story in the upcoming continuation of the series.  I really hope the next book will be about Vinnie aka Vincenzo Santini one of the twins.  

NATIONALITY AND CULTURAL CONNECTIONS: I'm a true blue Aucklander, born and bred in New Zealand. I tend to write about cultures I have connections to, such as Croatian and Maori. I would love to visit Croatia again as I have family there. However, in My Masters' Nightmare, I have started writing about Italians. My husband is part Italian and I also have a degree in Italian.

SPORTS: As a teen my favorite sports were karate, badminton, and running. I also did unarmed combat and played in a touch rugby team (my gym teacher made me do the last one!) Now, I stick to coaching soccer and running. I have completed two marathons, numerous half-marathons and one 30K run.

CAREER PATH: I started off as a Graphic Designer, then went to Auckland University, where I got a BA degree in Art History and Italian Studies and a post-graduate Honors degree in Art History. I worked in the Art History field, then became a full-time artist, doing commissions. I eventually lost all of my senses and gave it up to be a poor, starving writer, smh.

FAVORITE FOODS: I'm vegetarian. I love pasta based foods, tofu, chocolate mousse and golden queen peaches.

BAD HABITS: I'm a major procrastinator that can't seem to earn money to save myself!

STATUS: Married to my high school sweetheart (which he hates me calling him). We have two kids.

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Review: Sunshine & Whiskey by R.L. Griffin

 

 Sometimes the best things in life come from the unexpected. So if you lower your expectations, then you’ll never be disappointed. Sound cheesy? It is, but it's also true. Clichés come from a grain of truth…like a man with a Porsche is compensating for something, or once a cheater always a cheater—you get the idea. Sorry, I digress. I'm supposed to be telling you what this book is about. I'm Megan Walker, a lawyer at one of the hottest boutique law firms in Atlanta. I'm on the fast track to making partner and have my entire life planned out...or I did. We all know how that goes, right? Best laid plans and all that. Life just threw me a couple curveballs, so I've set out to take things into my own hands. By throwing caution to the wind and getting out of my A-type personality bubble, I'm learning more about myself than I have in my twenty-seven years. Sound like a chick flick, doesn't it? It’s not.

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I am giving Sunshine & Whiskey a 5 star review for several reasons. I have different reasons behind my 5 star reviews. Sometimes it’s based on the genre, and/or the content. This book has a HEA, but totally not what you would expect from the beginning. It is part of a series but it is not a cliffhanger. It has hot men, and I mean this plural. I am a southern belle, so I love sunshine and whiskey. At times I laughed so hard, people around me were asking if I was okay and other times, I wanted to punch Megan in the face for being so stupid (the main character).

Megan Walker is my hero for so many reasons in this book. I love her “I don’t care what other people think attitude.” She is willing to find herself and completely start over. But will it be with who you think or who you picture her with? I love that this book never allowed me to guess what was next to come. Some books you read, you know from the beginning who you will love, who you want to end up together and how you want their HEA to finalize. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted for Megan, but on her journey through this book, I discovered that nothing I had hoped for her is what she ended up with. At first I felt like it was all over the place I couldn’t figure out why things were so all over the place, but all the information throughout her journey was necessary to explain why and where she is today.

Some of my favorite quotes:

“Okay, I’m torn here. I don’t want a calendar of a male model, but one I’ve screwed…maybe.”

“Well, I would suggest that after baths or showers you use your hairdryer to dry your vagina.”

Ok seriously who does this and what kind of advice is that? What is the purpose of using a hairdryer? Why doesn’t a towel work?

There are several others, but I want this to remain spoiler free so I highly recommend this book so you can check out all the awesomeness in it.

 

 R.L. Griffin published her first book in 2004. After that she focused on practicing law. A few years ago she began writing the By A Thread series, which is out now. Her goal is to keep readers on their toes, whether it's the plot twist or the book itself, her books are outside any box. There is a little bit of grit in most of her books and a ton of cussing. Most books are enjoyed better with a glass of wine, or whiskey, whatever your poison may be. She lives in Atlanta with her husband, kid and dogs. She loves to travel and meet readers.

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Author Spotlight: Angela Snyder {Excerpt & Giveaway}

Angela is an author from a small town in Pennsylvania. She has always had a passion for writing and recently decided to pursue her lifelong dream. She currently lives in an even smaller town in Pennsylvania with her husband and her very spoiled Golden Retriever.

 

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Vampire Next Door

  

After being left for dead in the woods, a woman wakes up from a coma. With no memory of her past, she is given the name Jane Doe. While trying to adjust to her new life, tragedy strikes again. However, this time a mysterious and handsome next-door neighbor is there to help her pick up the pieces. But is he really a stranger, or does he hold the key to unlocking her past and finding out who wants her dead?

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CHAPTER 1

Bedford Valley, Pennsylvania

GEORGE EDWARDS TREKKED through the snow-covered woods. It was the morning of the first day of deer season --- one of his favorite times of the year. The sun was starting to rise over the mountain he was climbing, cascading sporadic rays through the leaves of the tall trees. At seventy-three years old, he felt as fit as a fiddle and looked forward to the hike ahead of him.

The thin layer of snow over fallen branches and leaves on the forest floor crunched under his feet as he walked. The air was cold and made evident by the small puffs of white air billowing from his lips. His old, trusty Remington was slung over his right shoulder, and a small backpack, which contained the lunch his wife had packed that morning, was slung over his left.

Halfway up the mountain he paused by a group of trees to take a rest. Placing his weathered hand against the bark, he caught his breath and grumbled. He hated getting old.

Reaching into the backpack, he produced a thermos of coffee and took a few sips. The hot liquid warmed his throat as he drank. After one last swig, he replaced the thermos and continued on his journey. The tree stand, which he and his father had built when he was a boy, stood only a few yards away. He stared at the old structure, and it brought back memories instantly. His childhood seemed like just yesterday, but he had not been a young boy for quite a while.

As he took another step forward, his foot hooked on something on the ground, and he tripped. The gun and backpack went flying as he landed on the soft, snow-covered ground. He cursed, and it echoed through the quiet woods.

Slowly, he stood and glanced back at what he had stumbled over. There was a large lump on the ground. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust, as they weren't as reliable as they used to be. He squinted in the breaking daylight and cautiously moved towards the object to get a better look.

At first, he thought maybe it was a fallen deer. He kneeled down and nudged the object that he had tripped on. It rolled over, revealing the face of a woman.

"Jesus H. Christ!" George yelled, stumbling back. He quickly fished his cell phone out of his pocket and walked around the area until he could get a good signal. His hands shook as he dialed 9-1-1.

While the phone rang, George stared down at the girl. She was badly beaten and covered in blood. Her clothes were soiled and dirty, and she had blended in perfectly with the surroundings of the forest floor. She wasn't covered from last night's snowfall, so he knew she couldn't have been there for more than a few hours.

"Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?" the operator called.

George put the phone to his ear so he could hear the man more clearly. "Yes. My name is George Edwards. I'm up here on Blue Crest Mountain, about two miles from Route 220. I found a girl in the woods. She's in bad shape. She's covered in blood." He swallowed hard at the lump forming in his throat.

"Can you tell if she's breathing, sir?"

George looked down at the girl. She looked dead, but perhaps she had some life in her. His worn knees creaked as he knelt down beside the woman. Leaning in close to her, he stared at her mouth. A weak puff of white air escaped her lips. "She's breathing! She's alive!" George cried, relieved.

"Sir, I need you to cover her and try to keep her warm. Do not move her. The ambulance is on its way."

George stood and stripped off his outer jacket. He was thankful that his wife had nagged him that morning until he had put on the extra layer. He carefully draped the coat over her. "Hang on, honey," he whispered to her, reassuringly. "You're going to be all right."



CHAPTER 2

JACK WALKER STROLLED through the hospital. It was late at night, and he had finished all of his rounds except one. He stopped at the nurses' station and leaned over the counter. A young nurse with blonde hair looked up at him through her long lashes. "Dr. Walker, how are you this evening?"

"Good. How is our Jane Doe doing?"

"No change," she said, handing him the manila folder that contained Jane's chart.

"No visitors?"

The nurse checked her notes and then shook her head.

Jack frowned. "All right." He walked down to the end of the hall and into the last room on the left. Jane Doe was resting peacefully in her bed like she had been day in and day out for the past few weeks.

Jack sat down in a leather recliner in the corner of the room. The rhythmic beeping of the monitoring machines was hypnotic, and he crushed the heels of his hands into his tired eyes. He was exhausted. The day had been busy and long with surgery after surgery in the operating room.

Yawning, he flipped through the folder and glanced over the nurses' notes. "Well, Ms. Doe, no changes today," he commented. He glanced up at the girl lying serenely in the bed. She had been in the hospital for almost a month, and every night Jack found himself coming to her room before heading home. It seemed that in some way she gave him peace at the end of a long and tiring day.

He stood and walked to the side of the bed. The girl had been found in the woods and beaten within an inch of her life. When she arrived at the hospital, she was broken and barely alive. Jack had put her back together and saved her life. It was touch and go in the operating room, but no matter how many times her body tried to quit, Jack wouldn't let her give up.

He noted the fresh bandage around her head. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the memory of her cracked skull the morning she had been rushed into the hospital. Someone had wanted her dead, and yet she was alive and still fighting a good fight.

"You were in a medically-induced coma for three weeks," he said as he retrieved a penlight out of his coat pocket. He shone the light into her eyes, one at a time. Her irises were a hauntingly beautiful light green. The pupils sluggishly dilated from the light. Frowning, he said, "Now you are off the meds, and we need you to wake up so we can find out who you are and who tried to hurt you."

Jack found himself tremendously curious to find out who she was, and he wasn't the only one. The police detectives investigating the case wanted information, and they kept in regular contact with the hospital. They wanted to talk to Jane Doe and get a lead on who had left her for dead.

"Your face has been all over the news." Even with the bandages and bruises, Jane Doe was beautiful. She was young and thin with long brown hair, porcelain skin and full lips. He had no doubt someone would recognize her even from the composite sketches. "I don't know why anyone hasn't come for you yet," he said quietly. He reached out and squeezed her hand gently, something he always did before leaving her room for the night. "I know you are a fighter, Jane, so fight."

There was no response from Jane Doe, as there never was. Sighing, he stepped away and moved his head around in a circle. His neck cracked several times from the manipulation. He groaned, hating the sound. "Well, I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jack left the room and returned the chart at the nurses' desk, smiling at the blonde as she took the folder back. "Goodnight, Dr. Walker," she said.

"Goodnight," he said as he walked down the hall.

He stood in front of the double elevators and pushed the down button. A few seconds later, he heard a ping, and the doors on the right opened up. As he rode the elevator down, his thoughts strayed to Jane Doe. Eventually someone would come for her. Perhaps her mother or father --- or perhaps a boyfriend or husband. He scowled. The thought of her being married upset him even though he knew deep down he shouldn't feel like that. Jane was his patient and would never be anything more than that. Even though he would be extremely disappointed if she were married, he would also be glad to see her happy and provided for.

Jack shook his head, clearing his thoughts as the elevator doors opened on the lobby level. He exited the hospital and walked to his car, which was near the back of the parking lot.

The drive home was short. He had chosen a house in the center of town because of its location being so close to the hospital. He lived for his work, and sometimes he begrudgingly thought he would be married to it for the rest of his life.

The house was empty as he entered. He often thought of getting a dog that would greet him when he came home, but the thought of the responsibility scared him. In reality, he worked too many hours to take care of a houseplant let alone an animal, and he had at least two dead plants in the house to prove that theory.

Jack threw his coat on the back of a chair in the kitchen and walked into the living room. Plopping down on the couch, he flicked on the TV with the remote. The ten o'clock news appeared on the screen.

After a few random stories of crimes, the newswoman began a story about authorities searching for the person or persons wanted for the attempted murder of the woman in the woods. "Jane Doe," he whispered. She was commonly referred to as the woman in the woods.

A composite sketch appeared in the top right corner of the screen. Her haunting green eyes stared back at him. The composite artist had gotten the color exactly right. Jack leaned up, putting his elbows on his knees and resting his chin against his hands. He found himself glued to the TV. "There has to be somebody out there that loves you, Jane," he whispered. "And I hope they find you."

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Sebastian Alexander sat on the bed in the hotel room. The big screen television provided some background noise as he stared down at the map sprawled out in front of him. He took a red marker and began to X out the towns he had already searched the week prior. There seemed to be hundreds of Xs on the map.

For weeks he had been searching for her. He had stayed in countless hotel rooms, spanning out twenty miles at a time trying to find some sliver of evidence that she was alive. She had disappeared out of the blue from his life a month ago, and he couldn't believe he hadn't found her yet. Someone had taken her from him. That is what his intuition told him, and his intuition was never wrong. There wasn't a second of the day that went by when he didn't think of her, when he didn't look for her. Moreover, he vowed he would never stop looking for her even if it took an eternity. Time was something he had a lot of, but she didn't. The clock was ticking, and he didn't know when the clock would stop running.

He stared at one large black circle that intersected multiple other black circles. His finger lingered over the town he was presently in --- Bedford Valley. It had been a century or more since he had passed through the town. Coincidentally, he was staying in the same hotel as he had on his visit those many years ago. Something had drawn him there once again, and he always trusted his instincts.

Sebastian stood and walked out of the French doors onto the balcony. A cold wind swept around him as he stared out over the resort grounds. "Where are you?" he asked the night air, his voice pleading for an answer.

"Authorities are searching for the person or persons wanted for the attempted murder of the woman in the woods."

Sebastian quickly walked back into the room, his eyes resting upon the TV as the newswoman spoke. A drawing of a woman's face appeared on the screen. He knew it was her instantly. His fingertips skimmed over her face on the television. Her green eyes stared back at him. "You're here," he breathed. His entire body trembled. He had finally found her.



CHAPTER 3

THE HOSPITAL FLOOR was quiet at ten p.m. The incessant hissing of breathing machines and beeping of monitors filled the air as he made his way through the halls. The smell of her blood was leading him right to her. The nurses' station on the right was occupied by one nurse, an older woman with salt and pepper hair. She looked up as he approached. "Sir, visiting hours were over at eight o'clock."

Sebastian sighed. He only liked to compel humans when absolutely necessary, but he knew she would alert security if he ignored her. Calmly, he leaned over the desk and stared into her brown eyes. "I need the chart on the woman everyone is calling Jane Doe."

The nurse nodded slowly as her pupils dilated rapidly. She reached into a file cabinet and produced a folder.

Sebastian flipped through the folder, and his eyes scanned the pages of her chart. "Multiple surgeries. Coma," he whispered, his throat tightening around the lump that was forming. He looked down at the nurse. "She hasn't been awake since she arrived?"

The woman shook her head.

He returned the folder to her. "You are going to go back to your work and not even remember seeing me or talking to me," he commanded. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said as she sat down and continued with her task.

Sebastian walked from the desk and to the end of the hall. At the doorway, the smell of her blood overwhelmed him. The taste of it still lingered in his mind. He closed his eyes and attempted to suppress his hunger. However, his hunger was quickly extinguished as he entered the room and his emotions took over at the sight of her --- battered and bruised, covered in bandages. She slept soundly, unmoving, breathing evenly. Sleeping Beauty came to his mind.

A gasp escaped his lips as he stood over her. "What happened to you?" he asked aloud. He had expected to find her hurt, but not in this condition. He would have never dreamt of her being in so much pain. A single tear escaped his eye and cascaded down his cheek. Carefully, he grasped her hand and raised it to touch his lips. He tenderly kissed her fingertips. "I thought I had lost you forever," he whispered, anguished.

Someone had taken her away from him and had tried to kill her. And if he ever found the person who hurt her, his or her fate would be a lot worse than lying in a hospital bed. Sebastian closed his eyes and took deep breaths to prevent his anger from overflowing out of every pore in his body. "I will find and kill whoever did this to you," he promised, looking down at her.

He stood unmoving for a few minutes listening to her lungs expanding and contracting as she breathed, the blood moving through her veins and her heart beating. She was alive, and that was all that mattered at that moment. He would take care of everything else later.

Realizing she may never regain consciousness again without his help, he bit into his index finger with a sharp fang and placed the wound over her parted lips. "Just a few drops," he whispered. "It will heal you, but not too quickly so that it will look suspicious." He watched as a few drops of his precious blood dropped underneath her tongue.

Then Sebastian withdrew his finger and watched the bite mark heal instantaneously. He leaned over the bed and kissed her sweet lips. "I will come for you when I know it's safe." He stood back, not wanting to leave, but knowing that staying could bring her even more harm. "I love you. Now and forever," he said before turning from her and leaving the room.

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After finishing his rounds for the night, Jack went to the nurses' station. "Anything new with Jane Doe?" he asked, expectantly.

The nurse frowned. "No, I'm afraid not, Dr. Walker." She gave him Jane's chart.

His face matched her expression as he flipped through the folder. "Figured as much," he muttered, disappointment lacing his voice. He caught a glimpse of a man walking past him. The man was tall with jet-black hair that fell into his intense blue eyes that glanced at Jack for a brief second as he passed by. He was dressed all in black and clearly not a hospital employee. "Who is that?" he asked the nurse.

The nurse glanced up at the man. "I have no idea. Visiting hours were over at eight."

"You didn't see him come in?"

Her brow creased, and she said, "No."

Jack watched the man standing in front of the elevators. As the door opened, the stranger glanced back at them. An eerie feeling came over Jack. He had a gut feeling that the man had something to do with Jane Doe.

Swiftly, he ran down the hall to her room. As he reached the doorway, a feeling of relief swept over him as he saw she was safe. He glanced around the room seeing if anything was moved, but everything looked the same as it had the night before. Perhaps the man had been lost or visiting a different patient.

His day had been long and strenuous, and so he planned to cut his visit with Jane shorter than usual. He was anxious to get home and climb into bed. He had an early morning once again, and his body was demanding sleep.

Jack opened the folder and glanced over her chart. No changes once again. He sighed and walked to her bedside. Gently, he grasped her hand and squeezed it. "You need to wake up, so we can find your family," he whispered.

Just as he started to pull his hand away, he felt her fingers move. He blinked and stared down at her. Could it have been his imagination? He was exhausted, and his mind had been known to play tricks on him after a long day.

He waited for another reaction with bated breath. Nothing happened. Then he said, "Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."

Her fingers twitched. Then they moved, attempting to squeeze his hand. He gasped. That was the first reaction he had gotten out of her in a month. He knew deep down in his heart that she was trying to wake up.

Quickly, he set the chart down and grabbed the penlight out of his pocket. He raised her right eyelid and shone the light into her eye. The pupil dilated normally.

Jack pushed the call nurse button on the bedrail. Within a few seconds, the nurse's voice came over the speaker. "Can I help you?"

"This is Dr. Walker. Our Jane Doe is coming back to us," he said with a big smile on his face.

 

 

 

 

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Lauren Parker was a typical college student until one tragic event that changed her life forever. Unable to escape the terrible secret from her past, Lauren was ready to end it all. She had barely noticed Colin Matthews around campus before that night --- the night he saved her from making a horrible decision. Falling in love with Colin was the easy part. But before she can move on with her future, she has to face her past.

 

 

 

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Saving Avery

 

Avery Mason had it all: the nice house, the fancy clothes, the expensive cars and the perfect husband. On the outside looking in, her life appears to be perfect. But inside, Avery knows her life is far from perfection as her husband's carefully constructed façade slowly starts to crumble.

Forced to fake a happy marriage while enduring physical and mental abuse from the man who had once been her whole world is taking its toll. And ever so slowly, Avery finds herself slipping into an existence where she is gradually becoming a shell of her former self.

When Dr. Max Harrison transfers from Chicago to North Carolina, his world is flipped upside down the moment he sees Avery. With one glimpse into her blue-gray eyes, he can see the pain she is so desperately hiding from the rest of the world. As Avery attempts to push him away, he becomes convinced that there is more to her than meets the eye. And when he finally uncovers her darkest secret, the pieces of the puzzle slowly start to click into place.

Max and Avery want to be together, but nothing in life is ever that simple. It's not going to be easy to get her away from the powerful Mason family, but Max will risk everything to protect her. His only concern is Saving Avery.

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The Virgin Romance Novelist Review

Synopsis:

Her bosom heaved at an alarming rate as his rough hand found its way down to her soft, yet wiry briar patch... Can you say briar patch in a romance novel? What about meat sword? That’s what it is…a meat sword, right, all meaty and sword like, slaying through the inner dungeons of a woman’s dark desires. What about breasts? Do bosoms really heave? God, I have no idea what happens when private parts touch. I’m a virgin trying to write a romance novel and can’t seem to write past a sex scene thanks to my lack of experience. My two best friends encourage me to drop the pen for a while and gain some real life practice through multiple dating facets such as blind dates, online profiles, and random hookups. But losing my virginity is proving to be tougher than expected…

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Please make sure you are not eating, drinking, or have to pee when you go to read this book.  I promise you will be in hysterics.  I laughed so hard, I had to go back and reread some parts and others I screenshot them with my phone and sent them to all my friends so they would realize they need to read this entire book.

This story is about a virgin trying to write a romance novel, which is like an oxymoron in itself.  How you can describe a good sex scene when you have never experienced one?  How can you describe an earth shattering orgasm when you've never experienced one?

This book is definitely worth 5 stars.  I have not laughed this hard in a long time.  I literally had tears rolling down my face, I laughed so hard.  I loved this character.  She was so sweet, and innocent and obviously inexperienced.  Her two roommates are trying to help her out by having her join dating sites and setting her up with different people.  But will she have success in experiencing the perfect sex scene so she can write about it?  She definitely goes through some once in a lifetime experiences to learn about different sexual scenarios.    

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  Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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Author Spotlight: Joan Duszynski {Excerpts & Giveaway}

Joan Duszynski lives in Virginia with her husband and their three kids. Woods surround her home and she loves the privacy and quiet it brings. She wasn’t always a reader, so that moment when she picked up a book and found herself engrossed in its pages and unable to put it down will never be forgotten. It eventually led her to want to try and write and share stories of her own, in hopes that others will find themselves reading and getting lost inside of them. Thanks can’t be expressed enough for your time and interest. Please feel free to connect with the author either through Email, Twitter, or Facebook.

 

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In The Stars (In The Moments #1)

  

Caroline Reyes is starting her second year of college nothing like the first. Following a car accident over the summer with her best friend Raleigh she is now stuck with a bitch for a roommate as Raleigh recovers at home.

 

One Saturday morning starts off with a bang, literally at Caroline's door and leads to her needing to comfort a very distraught stranger. This brings Caroline into her first run in with Eric. She feels completely lust driven at just the sight of him, even though his words just piss her off. She can't shake the sensations running thru her though even after their brief meeting is over. Then comes Kyle and he is determined to get to know Caroline better and she feels the same way dismissing her earlier run in as just crazy hormones.

 

Now she is left with decisions having to be made and knowing someone is going to get hurt in the process. That someone could be her alone.

 

Caroline has always looked into the stars for comfort and reassurance since she was a little girl with her Daddy. Now she is looking up into them praying for the right answers and hoping they can help her along with her Daddy who is amongst them now.

          

 

 

 

As I am walking out the door, one more important thing crosses my mind—condoms. I am on the pill, but I always use condoms. Since I haven’t been with any one in six months, I am currently out. I can’t believe I was so close to having sex with Kyle on Thursday, and I didn’t even think about them. He most likely has some, but why chance it. I am going to have to make a stop at the drug store on the way to his house.

 

Once I am about half way to Kyle’s place, I pull into a drug store lot. I am standing in the aisle, reaching out to grab a box of condoms from the hook, when I hear his voice. It is coming from directly behind me, and the deepness of it gives me chill bumps up and down my arms.

 

“Out taking care of some shopping are we, Caroline?” I have now dropped the box onto the floor. I can feel the heat running through my body from Eric’s closeness to me, yet my arms are still covered in chill bumps. I turn to face him, and he reaches down, picking up my little black and gold box, and handing it over to me.

 

I reach out with shaky hands and take the box from him. I can’t seem to form any words at the moment either. My eyes roam, taking in the full sight of Eric. He is even more delicious than I remembered. Those emerald eyes that are looking right at me have starred in many of my dreams over the past week. I notice he is in black slacks and a button up shirt with his sleeves partially rolled up. He also has his gun, cuffs, and badge hooked to his belt. Eric raises up one of his eyebrows and looks down toward my arms. “Are you cold, Caroline? You are covered in chill bumps. Maybe you should be wearing a coat; although it would be a shame to cover that top you have on.”

 

How embarrassing is this moment? I shake my head and finally find my voice. “I just came in for a quick purchase, then I’m headed right back out to my car. I didn’t want to have to bother with a coat. What are you doing here, anyway?”

 

He steps a little closer, then takes the box from my hand, looking it over. He then gives me a quizzical look. “I guess it is good to know you are being safe, Caroline. Are you sure these are the kind you will be needing, though? They do come in different size needs. I wouldn’t want you taking any chances embarrassing the boy if these don’t fit right.”

 

 

In The Now (In The Moments #2)

 

When the heartache of what Tara Wright believed was her love and life plan with her high school sweetheart follows her into a new year. Tara begins to rely on the three new and beautiful friendships that came compellingly into her life.

 

Caroline, easily becoming the perfect best friend for Tara. Thru Caroline she receives the encouragingly, witty Raleigh as a new found friend as well. Meeting Adam at a time where she needs to rediscover herself has her scared and confused. Every moment spent with him has her head swirling and her stubborn walls weakening.

 

Adam is the man that can make her laugh, give her support, and make her heart skip a beat every time he comes into view. He's everything Tara needs to make her way back out of her stubborn shell of fear she's closed herself into.

 

Finally starting to spend more time together and watching Adam in his realm of adrenaline induced racing at the Motocross has Tara's weakening walls finally crumbling to the ground and singeing in the heat Adam brings to her.

 

Has it all just been a crazy ride to recognize true love? Can Adam fix Tara's broken heart and make her believe that their love is In The Now?

           

 

 

We step out and Adam glides a little way down the drive as I walk beside him. He comes to a stop, plants one foot on the ground firmly, and uses his other foot to kick start his bike. He revs the throttle back a few times and looks over at me with complete excitement in his eyes as he kicks the start back into place. He nods his head back over his shoulder. “Hop on behind me and wrap your arms around my waist. You’re going to want to scoot close up against me and hold on tight, but not so tight that I can’t move freely.”

 

I step up beside him and he reaches out his hand for me to take hold as I throw my leg up and over the seat. I scoot forward enough that my center is pressed tightly up against his rear end, and wrap my arms around his waist. Even if we didn’t move any further than this position right here, I would be a very happy girl.

 

Adam lets out a laugh. “Even though I’m really enjoying you being this close, you might need to scoot yourself back just a bit so you can actually lean and move with me. Having you’re coochie pressed against my body has crossed my mind, but it might have to wait until later. Right now, you’re just going to manage pushing me forward.”

 

My cheeks feel like they are on fire and my mouth drops open. I release my arms from around Adam’s waist and scoot back on the seat. “Did you just call my woman parts a coochie, and should I even ask about the wait until later comment?” I’m not going to tell him right now, but with that one simple sentence Adam has gotten me very worked up, in a very good way.

 

Adam looks back over his shoulder and I can tell he’s smiling by the look in his eyes. “Well, I wasn’t sure what type of girl you were as far as vagina terminology goes? Coochie seemed like a safe word, but I have many options you can choose from that you might prefer. There is always the common pussy and cunt terms, then there are the more original ones like; cockpit, mud flaps, love tunnel, bone cave, meat massager, theme park, dick mitten….”

 

I start shaking my head back and forth. “Ok, Ok, I got it. Coochie will do for now, I guess, and I will give it some more thought later as to a term I more prefer. I don’t think we need to keep talking about this right now if you plan on actually showing me why I should be your biggest fan and you my favorite rider out at the races. This is just a big distraction instead.”

 

Adam reaches back and places his hand on my knee. “Maybe it’s a major part of making you my biggest fan as well as showing you that I’m meant to be your favorite rider. It can wait, though. Hold on and we can head on out toward the field.”

 

I grab back hold of Adam and keep my coochie slid back further on the seat this time. “That might be a very strong incentive, Adam, for us both. I agree. Oh and you forgot to mention; purple people penis eater, honey pot, poody tat, stop-n-pop….”

 

Adam releases my leg and grabs back hold of the handle. “Ok, you’re right; we will continue this conversation later on.”

 

 

In The Fairytale (In The Moments #3)

 

In Every fairytale there's anger, hurt, and love. For Raleigh Jefferson her fairytale is no different.

 

Since she was a little girl, watching Snow White meet her prince as she frolicked through the forest, the idea of Happily Ever After was embedded in Raleigh's mind. Her heart skipped a beat over the Beast's love of Belle, and she knew she'd swim the ocean to save her black haired prince from drowning, even without a mermaid tail. Destiny and forever. She wouldn't settle for anything less.

 

She wasn't looking for a man to frolic in the forest for her. If she were to actually witness such a thing she'd probably smack the man for acting a fool. But she did want her own Cinderella story. She wanted to glide down the aisle in her own glass slippers toward the man she loved, the one who returned that love unconditionally.

 

She never knew how hard this dream of hers would be until she met Him. Will the truth of the world around her and the pain that can be carried in someone's heart be too much to handle, or can Raleigh find a way to truly live... In The Fairytale?

           

 

 

 

I shake my head back and forth. “I find nothing about Princess stories odd but it isn’t every day you see something to do with them on a man. Anyway, who said I’d had the keychain since I was a kid? My last trip to Disney was only two years ago. Don’t laugh ok. I happen to be very much into the whole concept of meeting my Prince one day. The man that was destined for me type of thing. The life of a Princess with her Prince. I can’t believe I’m actually telling you this.”

 

“So you’re looking to be royalty one day? I can’t really help you with that but I can help when it comes to meeting a Prince.”

 

I take a right where he instructed and quickly glance over at him to see if he’s trying to poke fun at me again or not. He looks genuine though as he smiles and points at a small concrete drive that leads to a single black garage door. I turn in and put the car in park. I twist in my seat slightly looking right at him. “So, not that you yourself are him, but you want to help me to meet my Prince, ‘so say’?”

 

“Oh it’s me I’m talking about alright. Now I didn’t say I could help you with your Prince, just a Prince.” He reaches out his hand for a hand shake so I just play along confused as can be and roll my eyes as I shake his hand. “Hi Raleigh, I’m Christian Prince...”

 

 

 

 

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