“Sergio Spiraling” S.M. Donaldson Release Blitz!

Title: Sergio Spiraling
Series: Marco’s MMA Boys #5.5
Author: S.M. Donaldson
Genre: Adult Romance (Military/Sports)
Release Date: September 30, 2016
Spiraling- A fast declining mental or emotional state.


Army Sniper Sergio Nichols knows what it’s like to be on top of the world. He’s had the greatest days of his life, until he has the worst day of his life. How do you start all over? How do you learn to live again? How do you find that same fiery passion? They say there are five stages of grief, but it sure feels like a hell of a lot more.

Fight- A battle or combat.

He knows this all too well, he’s fought insurgents for over eight years now, he’s battled his mental state, now to make money doing it physically …

S.M. Donaldson is a born and raised Southern girl. She grew up in a small rural town on Florida’s Gulf Coast, the kind of place where everyone knows your business before you do, especially when your Daddy is a cop and your Mom works for the school system. She married one of her best friends at the age of 20 and has one son. She is a proud military wife, has always had a soft spot for a good story, and is known to have a potty mouth. At the age of 31, she decided there was no time like the present to attempt her first book. Sam’s Choice was born and she hasn’t stopped since. If you are looking for a good, steamy, Southern set romance with true Southern dialect, she’s your girl.

 

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“Enzo” Shyla Colt Sale Blitz!!

Title: Enzo
Series: Jinx Tattoos Book 1
Author: Shyla Colt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Neglected, abandoned by a heroin-addicted mother, and placed in foster care at ten, Enzo Jordan has learned one thing…love hurts. At thirty-five, he has a successful tattoo shop and his choice of women. The one-night stands are getting old, and the love he holds for his best friend, Aibhlinn is impossible to hide. When the attraction between them reaches a boiling point, he’s forced to choose between facing his fears and walking away. 
Aibhlinn Leahy has been in love with her best friend for years. The Irish-born comic book artist has poured time, energy, and love into the wounded man. His choice to walk away breaks her heart but frees her to explore a new future.
Life is a cruel and amazing thing. An abandoned baby brings the two back together, and they’re forced to examine the love that has long existed between them. This is a story of pain, scars, and fear. We all have demons to battle. The real decision is who’s in control…us or them?
*** Enzo is Book One in the Jinx Tattoos Series but is a STAND ALONE novel***

Enzo Chapter One

Enzo


The alarm mocked him as he woke to limbs tangled with his own. The blonde from the night before snuggled into his side. He ran a hand through his hair and rested his head on the pillow. Overnights weren’t his norm, but waking up alone on today of all days wasn’t an option. He had a love-hate connection with the day of his birth, and thirty-four was too old to deal with shit with liquor. So…he fucked in excess and kept his liquor consumption to a minimum instead. Normally, he would be ready to go for round three, but all he wanted was silence…some peace. He moved away from the blonde and rolled from the bed, ready to wash away the night before.

 


“Time to go home, sweetheart,” he said.

 


She stretched her arms above her head, letting her blanket fall to her lap. Her perky breasts were perfection and obviously fake.

 


Still, Enzo took a moment to appreciate her investments.

 


“You sure I can’t tempt you into breakfast?” she purred.

 


“Positive, got somewhere to be.”

 


She pouted her plump red lips.


What kind of makeup shit lasts overnight? The thought of the chemicals involved made him shudder. “As amazing as you were last night, I’ll have to pass.”

 


She huffed and tossed the blankets aside, swinging her shapely legs over the side of the bed as she stood. She was petite, tanned, toned, and plastic. It made her easy to look at, have a good time with, and say good-bye to.

 


Not that he ever felt bad. She knew what she was getting into, they all did. He made it clear he didn’t do seconds and wasn’t looking for more than a mutual exchange of pleasure. Still, some of them seemed to think they would win some magical lottery, and things would change in the morning. He’d seen Tracee around the tattoo shop a million times. She was an ink chaser.


She wanted a tattoo artist for an old man in the worst way. He made it clear she was barking up the wrong tree, but she kept coming around. He wasn’t looking to have a significant other, and her desperation to land someone who would take care of her made his skin crawl. This would kill two birds with one stone.


“You’re a real ass, Enzo, you know that?” Tracee asked as she poured her body back into her skin-tight black dress.

 


“You already knew that, though, Trace. We knew this wasn’t more than a night of fun.”


She cocked her hip and narrowed her eyes. “You sure about that, sweetheart? We had a lot of fun. Imagine that in your bed every night.”

 


“Not looking for that, Trace,” he said with a shrug.

 


“Would you say the same thing if I had my head stuck in a book and my body covered from head to toe?” Tracee scoffed.


“What the fuck did you say?” Enzo asked, stepping forward.


The color drained from her face. She snatched up her sky-high heels and fled. “Nothing, see you around,” she muttered, skittering out the door before he could respond.

 


People wondered about him and his best friend, Aibhlinn. They didn’t think a man and a woman could be friends without jumping in the bed together. His theory was the exact opposite. Sex ruined things. It broke up lifelong relationships, made people paranoid, and upset the natural order you first had before romance entered the picture. No, his spitfire Irish lass with the piercing blue-green eyes and flowing chestnut mane would remain off limits forever.

 


The very thought of her made him smile. Even on his darkest day, she never failed to bring him a little happiness. He walked to the front door of his house and locked the door behind Tracee. A quick glance at the clock told him he had about thirty minutes to get his ass into gear. He walked back over the maple hardwood floor and into the bathroom. The white on white tiles and glass shower enclosure made the room appear more open and easy to get into and out of, which made the space tolerable.


Turning on the hot water, he sank onto the bench at the far end of the massive stall and let the gathering steam clear his pores and his muddled head. Lack of sleep and beer had him feeling sluggish. After a few minutes, he rose to his feet, stepped under the spray, quickly soaped down, and rinsed off.

 


He was pulling on his plaid button up when the doorbell rang. A few moments later, the lock turned.

 


“You decent, birthday boy?” Aibhlinn called with that slight lilt he’d grown to love.

 


“Yeah, I’m coming out now,” Enzo called back. He appeared in the doorway and smiled.

 


Dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged her thick thighs, and large ass, she was mouthwatering.

 


Off limits didn’t mean he couldn’t admire her assets. An off the shoulder Pink Floyd sweater displayed tantalizing porcelain flesh. She had her hair pulled up into a messy bun that showed off her long, slender neck.

 


“You ready to go?” she asked.

 


“What? No breakfast?” he shot back.

 


She rolled her eyes. “Smart ass. We’ll be back for that later. If you don’t hurry, we’ll miss the sunrise.”

 


He nodded his head and walked toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist as they hugged. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thanks for coming, Ave.”

 


“Where else would I be?” she whispered.


Anywhere, with someone worthy of your time and affection. It was his deepest fear. That she would enter a romantic relationship and their friendship would go by the wayside. It was selfish wanting her to remain his number one girl…she deserved more. It worked for them now. They were both artists obsessed by the act of creating.


The years were passing swiftly, and she’d gone from unknown to sought after in her career field. First come loves, and then comes marriage. He snarled, pushing the thought of the day she, too, left him far in the background of his brain.


“Come on, I’ll drive,” she said, pulling him to the door.


He allowed her to manipulate him.


At five-foot-eleven, she still lacked the strength to move him if he resisted. Along with fucking, he liked to workout. It kept his head from getting overcrowded and allowed him a healthy way to work out his frustrations. Locking the door behind them, he followed her to the black SUV.

 


She hit the fob and unlocked the door.

 


Enzo was at the driver’s side, opening her door before she could protest. He knew how to treat a woman. He wasn’t so fucked up that he felt a sick need to use and abuse them. His mother, the angel who adopted him and straightened his ass out, would skin him alive if he ever went that route.

 


“Thanks, Enz,” she said, climbing into her seat.

He made his way to the passenger side then leaned his head back against the headrest, and zoned out as she pulled out of his driveway and headed for their destination.

 


Fog hung in the air, creating a thin layer of white. The haze turned the massive structure that was their destination into something mystical, or creepy, depending on how one looked at it. Bundled against the fall chill, they made their way from the car and into Ault Park, in the direction of the pavilion.

 


After the climb, his eyes drank in the frosted landscape. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

 


This park held good and bad memories. His birth mother brought him here many times. Originally, he thought it was because she was a good mother who loved the outdoors and knew he loved to be among the beauty the park offered. As he grew, he understood it was a public place to get her fix. No one thought twice of a man, a woman, and a child walking through the woods.

 


He would never forget the first time his brain registered the cash she gave Uncle Ian was for drugs. The tiny brown squares were heroin. They’d found her body here on his sixteenth birthday, needle still in her arm, eyes vacant, and body cold. She’d turned a day he already loathed into something even worse.

 


He inhaled, embracing the chilly air that crept down his throat and into his chest.

 


The ache meant he was alive. That he’d survived against the odds. Thinking of the days scrounging for food in garbage cans, stealing from the stores, and running drugs for dope boys to feed his starving gut…he shuddered. She’d always saved the most fucked up shit for his birthday, like an anti-birthday gift. That last day she’d left and never returned was his twelfth birthday.


He bowed his head in solemn remembrance. All the bullshit made it hard for a guy to feel joy on the day he came into the world and landed in a pile of festering shit. But that’s not where I am now. He glanced over at the woman standing beside him as the sky yielded from an inky blue to a purple, and a dusky orange. The sun’s rays turned everything golden, and for that moment in time, things were clean and new. The world was a hopeful place. The darkness was banished.

 


“Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, so dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay,” he whispered, quoting Robert Frost’s “Nothing Gold Can Stay”. There was a man who understood how to live in the moments before dawn ended. He hadn’t gotten there yet.


Ava tangled her fingers with his, and he let her. She was a blazing white light in the murkiness. His Irish angel on his shoulder, constantly encouraging him to do better, insisting he reach for his dreams, and repeatedly telling him he was worthy. She was the best present he’d ever received, on the same day his mother left this Earth. Perhaps that’s why he liked having her with him on his birthday.

 



Past


He sat in the back of the room, sketching in the expensive pad Mrs. Jordan had purchased for him as a birthday gift. As far as foster parents went, Karen and her husband Bill were one of the rare ones. Not only were they decent, they seemed to enjoy having him and the other boys there. The children who moved in and out were more than a paycheck; they were a chance to change lives. He thought it was an act at first. Now, he understood they were the genuine article. He’d been here six months, and other than bumping heads on being accountable for his whereabouts, it had been fairly smooth sailing. The high school was the same as any other, but he dug the art teacher, Ms. Leahy. The Irish woman with bright red hair, blue eyes, and a melodic accent encouraged him to hone his skills.


She said he had the potential to be a great artist. It was something he’d never really heard before. Writing and poetry were a means to escape from the shitty surroundings he often found himself trapped in. Artists and writers understood pain in the intimate way a boxing coach knew the mechanics of fighting.

 


“Hey, that’s good.”


He continued to darken the area of the crow’s wing.

 


“Hey, did you hear me?”

 


Peering up, he found himself lost in an ocean of an intense blue-green gaze. He blinked and took in the entire package.


The girl leaning over his shoulder was dressed from head to toe in a black dress with black tights and tall black boots. Her deep red lipstick stood out against her pale face and made her hair look more red than brown.

 


“You talking to me?” he asked.

 


“Yeah. I like the way you’re shading that in,” she replied, gesturing toward the paper.

 


“Uhh, thanks?”

 


She laughed. “That’s about the usual response to me.” She held out her hand. “Aibhlinn Leahy, I’m Ms. Leahy’s daughter. I just transferred to this high school.”

 


So, she didn’t know to stay away from the degenerate foster boy yet. “Enzo,” he said, quickly shaking her hand.

 


“Ahh, it’s nice to meet someone else around here with a unique name.”

 


He snorted. Heads turned to glance back at them. He scowled, and they faced forward. “Look, you’re new here, so you don’t know any better. But…I should warn you. Being seen with me will get you labeled as an outcast.”

 


“And now, you’ve intrigued me,” she said with a smile that showed the tiny dimple in her right cheek.

 


He shook his head, not willing to be the bad boy to some good girl gone wrong. “I should also mention, I don’t like people.”


“Oh, you’ll like me, I promise.” She sank onto the seat beside him and set down her pad. “You like comics?”


He blinked, trying to keep up with her crazy topic jumps. “Yeah.”

 


She opened her page. “Me too.

 


The impressive comic strip of Wolverine made him whistle. “You did this?”

 


“Yeah, need to work on my shading in certain areas. Which is why your work caught my eye.”


So, it’d been a self-serving thing. That he could understand. “Your detail is on point. I could use some pointers.”

 


“Then I’ll help you and you can help me,” she offered.

 


“Deal.”


He had no way of knowing it was the start of a lifelong relationship that would in many ways define him as a man.

 



Present


Aibhlinn

 


After they returned from Ault Park, Aibhlinn studied Enzo from beneath her lashes. He seemed more sullen this year than he had previously. “What’s wrong?” she asked, setting his bowl of steel cut oats and toast in front of him.

 


“You know I hate my birthday,” Enzo replied, and pushed the oats around with his spoon like a petulant child.


His pouty expression was adorable. She tried not to smile at the picture he presented. It was all too easy to imagine what little Enzo looked like once upon a time. “No, this feels like more than that,” she said, frowning.


He glanced up at her and sighed. “We’re getting old.”


She snorted. “Speak for yourself, grandpa. We’ve barely hit our thirties.”


“Yeah, but you know how fast time flies. We’ll blink, and it’ll be our forties.”

 


“So?” she asked, shaking her head.

 


He shrugged. “Makes a person wonder what their contribution to the world is, or why they were brought here in the first place.”


“What about Jinx Tattoos? You guys are taking names and kicking ass. You just did an interview with the local paper. That’s not something a mediocre shop does,” she said.


“Yeah, I mean, business wise I’m doing okay, just…”

 


“Ahh, so we’re talking about an ailment of a spiritual nature, then?”

 


“Ave.”

 


“What? If it’s not logical, it’s of the heart. Why do you always get antsy when I mention this?”


“Because I don’t know if I believe in this shit. I mean, what kind of God lets all this crap happen to innocent people”

 


“One who believes in free will. He allows us to do what we choose, even when it’s soul killing and bat shit crazy acts.”


“Why?”


“Because, if He didn’t, we’d be nothing more than puppets. This forces us to be accountable for our actions.”


“You believe that? After everything?” he asked.


She sighed. “After what happened to my father you mean? Yes. He made bad decisions, and it cost him his life. Catalyst being, my mother got out of there and made a better life for us.” Her heart turned to lead as she thought about her father and his obsession with purifying Ireland. They’d lost him to a bomb. He lived by the gun, and he died by it. Her mother had distanced herself from his associates and casually applied for a working visa. The rest was history.

 


“I’m sorry.” He set his spoon down and placed his hand over hers. “That was shitty of me.”


She shook her head. “No, it’s okay. You asked an honest question. I try not to think about that too much, Enzo. It’s no use rehashing a past none of us can change. If anything, I used it as a model for what not to do. We can’t control the things that happen to us. But we can decide what to do with the rest of our life afterward.”

 


“You make it sound so damn easy, Ave.”

 


“Ack, I never said that. I’m a bag full of crazy on a good day and fully aware I’m a thirty-four-year-old comic book author who has a sorely lacking social life, a D.O.A. love life, and very few friends.”


“You’re brilliant, and you know it,” Enzo countered.

 


She laughed. “To you maybe.”


“More than me. I’ve watched you work your ass off to get where you are. I remember when you were pounding the pavement submitting your resume everywhere, doing any sort of pro bono work you could to get your name out there. You worked a bevy of craptastic jobs to support yourself while you went after your dream. Now, you’re well on your way to achieving them. Own that shit.”


Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she glanced away. She would never possess his swagger. Some days her plentiful contracts felt like a streak of good luck, though she had the work history to prove it to be anything but that.

 


“One day some man is going to swoop in and whisk you away from me. Then who’ll be here to call me on my shit?”


“Your mother, and come on, you know that’s never going to happen. I’ll always have time for you.” It could be you if you’d let yourself try with me.


“Even after you get hitched and pop out a few babies?” He met her gaze, pinning her to the spot with his thoughtful expression.


Something she couldn’t name crossed his face.

 


“Well, thank you for marrying me off and knocking me up.”

 


“What? We both know you’re dying to have kids.”

 


“With the right man…someday, yes. At this point, I’ve never had a relationship make it to the one year mark. I’m a lot to handle, and it’s going to take one hell of a man to get me even half as well as you do.” She willed him to finally see what was in front of him. They were a key and lock, made to fit and always working in tandem. It was a rarity.


“We’re not getting any younger, Ave. That day is coming around the corner.”

 


Unless you step up to the plate. She glanced out the window, afraid he would see the longing in her eyes. Maybe he’s trying to tell me we are never going to happen and I need to move on without him. And my ass is too stupid to realize it. “I don’t feel the crush of age the way you do. I think it’ll happen organically. Life has a way of putting you on the right path eventually. For now, I’m in love with my life. I love my vintage two-bedroom apartment in the charming historic building. The freedom of being a freelancer, and the point I’ve reached in my career. Why borrow trouble worrying about what may or may not happen?”

 


“Just like that?” Enzo snapped.


“No, it’s a conscious choice I make daily. You know I live in my head. I’ve been in the dark before…really deep. I’m trying not to return there. I didn’t like it much the first time.”

 


Enzo nodded and shoveled a spoonful of oats into his mouth. He was a brooding thinker, her creative best friend. Most only saw the successful tattoo artist with a hot bod, and what they took for a short fuse. While he might have some anger issues about certain events, he never flew off the handle or did anything impulsive. He was a brooder. A deep thinking individual who camouflaged his sensitivity with humor, crassness, and walls.

She’d scaled them one by one over the years, but an unbreakable obstacle remained. She forced herself to eat her breakfast. Times like this, it was best to let the silence remain between them. His birthdate was always rough. She never really understood why he wanted her with him. He never went into detail, simply saying it made him feel better.


She was a sucker that way, not wanting to bring up painful memories of his past. Maybe I should practice tough love? How could she when the majority of his formative years had been hell? The things that happened to you in the first five years shaped your life forever, she knew that more than most.

 


They finished their meal, and she took the plates away, washing them by hand to give herself time to figure out how to best approach him.


“So what movie are we starting with?” she asked, wiping the kitchen island down. The horror movie marathon had grown legendary. People would show up with birthday offerings, popcorn, candy, and snacks. He celebrated the traditional way with family the day after his birthday. This day was just for them.


“The bloodier, the better,” he answered.


“Hmmm, classic or modern?”


He leaned in closer. “That depends on what you have in mind.”


“Dead Alive or Saw, the first film.”


“Hmmm. Dead Alive. I could use a bit of laughter with my gore.”


“Excellent choice. Morning margaritas?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow up.


He laughed. “Yeah right.”

 


She laughed with him and retrieved a bottle of scotch and two glass tumblers. Setting the personalized glasses onto the counter that she’d brought back from Ireland on a visit, she moved to the fridge for the ice. “You get the movie cued up, and I’ll be in a minute,” she said.

 


“On it.”

 


Aibhlinn then pulled out the plastic black ice tray and cracked the round ball of ice out of its mold. Setting one gently into a glass, she repeated the process, proud of the habits Enzo picked up from her. Her love of fine whiskey was another trait she’d inherited from her father. Back home, people took their drinks quite seriously. While her mother could drink with the best of them, she wasn’t as particular on her pick of poison.


She poured them both a healthy dollop and placed them—along with the bottle—onto a chocolate wood breakfast tray she’d bought. It was amazing how many of her touches she could see throughout his house. If she’d left it up to him, the place would still be a barren bachelor’s pad. The man could be his own worst enemy. It was like he didn’t believe he deserved happiness. She entered the room, set the tray on the black table in front of the couch, and sank onto the soft grey cushion.

 


“You ready?” he asked.

 


“Let the horrorathon begin,” she replied solemnly with a nod.

 


He snickered and pressed play.

 


As the movie began, she tucked her legs under her and leaned into his side. It was the only time she could get this close casually. His body exuded heat, and the scent of something dark and delicious seeped from his pores. She knew the brand of body wash he used, but it was something about his chemistry that turned the scent into an indescribable buffet for the senses. Content, she let herself get lost in the movie.

 


“The nineties gave us such great one liners,” Enzo noted as the priest showed off his ninja assassin skills while claiming to kick ass for the Lord.


She laughed. “Well, yeah, but so did Peter Jackson. He’s a special kind of sick and twisted, though he hides it well these days. I mean, Meet the Feebles?”

 


“Truth. I’d like to see him do another horror movie.”

 


“It’ll never happen. He knows where his bread and butter lies,” she said.

 


“That’s the double edge sword of fame I suppose. When you’re just making a name, you’re not expected to do anything in particular. The world is your playground, and the only limitation is your imagination. Then you get recognition, get labeled, and wind up stuck in a box. He’s still making Lord of the Ring films how many years later?”


“I don’t know, he has a cult film following, too, though. That’s something to be proud of. Plus, there was District 9. That was a step back toward those movies where he really flexed his creative muscles and stepped ‘outside of the box’,” she said using air quotes.


“Yeah, that’s true. I forgot about that one. I actually liked it a lot.”

 


“I know. I did, too.” She smiled up at him.


“Well, you do tend to have pretty good taste.”


“Shut up, I’m awesome,” she retorted.


“Yeah, you are. Thanks for hanging with me.”

 


“Hey, traditions are meant to be kept,” she replied, careful to keep things light.


They returned their attention to the movie, and she allowed herself to enjoy his closeness.

 


A knock sounded on the door halfway through the movie.


Enzo pressed pause. “Got to be Rhys. No one else gets up this early.”

 


“I’ll get it,” Aibhlinn said, eager to put some distance between the two of them. It was a little too easy to pretend things between them could be romantic behavior. She peered out the window above the door and grinned at the sight of the blond male with green eyes. The baby of the brothers, he had a lightheartedness about him. She opened the door. “Rhys.”

 


“Aibhlinn,” Rhys cried, sweeping her up into his arms.

 


“I told you about treating her like a doll,” Enzo barked from the couch.


Aibhlinn giggled.

 


“Should we royally piss him off, then?” Rhys asked.

 


She nodded her head.

 


“When are you going to let me make an honest woman out of you?” Rhys asked, loud enough for Enzo to hear.

 


“I don’t know. What do you have to offer?” Aibhlinn asked in a sultry voice.

 


“Okay, seriously?” Enzo grumbled.

 


She and Rhys laughed.

 


“What? I only came here to see Aibhlinn,” Rhys defended.

 


“No way, man, it’s my day. Get your own girl,” Enzo growled.


Rhys’ eyes widened.


Aibhlinn quickly looked away, ignoring the blood that rushed to her face.


“I am,” Rhys said.


“Pain in my ass,” Enzo stated as his voice drew near. He entered the living room and scowled at his brother who held out a bag.

 


“Don’t shoot the messenger. It’s from Mom.”

 


“And she told you to bring it to me at the ass crack of dawn?” Enzo asked.

 


“She said first thing, and then proceeded to call me to make sure.”


“What is it?” Enzo asked.


“No clue, bro. She gave it to me last night when I was over there for dinner. Happy womb liberation day.”


“Thanks,” Enzo grumbled.

 


“Well, I’ll let you two do whatever it is you do when you’re together,” Rhys said.


Enzo rolled his eyes. “I’m starting to think you have a crush on my girl for real,” Enzo accused, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.


“All I’m saying is, Netflix and Chill has led to many babies, so please be safe,” Rhys teased.


Enzo stepped forward.

 


Rhys moved back, laughing. “I’m headed to the gym now. I got an early appointment that’ll take a good chunk of my day up.”

 


“Where do they want it?” Enzo asked.

 


“A back piece. Luckily, it’s not their first. I always cringe when first times come in and try to do a back piece in one sitting.” Rhys shook his head.


Enzo snorted. “Call me if you need anything.”

 


“We won’t, and if we do, I’m calling Noah. It’s your day.” Rhys and Enzo fist bumped. “See you soon, pretty girl,” Rhys said, giving her a hug before he disappeared out the door.


She spun around. “Open the bag.”

 


He laughed and removed the red tissue paper. “Oh, man, she did good.” He pulled out a bulky box set. “We are watching Kill Bill next.”


She leaned in and read the description. It was a gift set featuring Quentin Tarantino’s best and bloodiest. “I love your mom. She’s so cool.”


“Trust me, the feeling is mutual with your mom. Come on, let’s finish our movie before we’re interrupted again.” Enzo led her back into the living room.

 


Once again, she was lost to her thoughts of what if. Enzo was the sun. She had no choice but to keep circling him.

 


We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well,

 

But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.

 

“Things We Dare Not Tell” ~Henry Lawson

 

Translations:

 

A leanbuh (uh LAN-uv): My child

 

Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She’s always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration. After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there’s never a dull moment in her household.She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.

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“Superior Species” K.A. Meng Release Blitz!

Title: Superior Species
Series: Superior Species Book One
Author: K.A. Meng
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2016
Ivory Ames has caught the attention of four gorgeous guys. At Los Roshano University this isn’t normal, even when all the upperclassmen have perfect physiques, flawless complexions, and hypnotic looks. That’s not even the weirdest part. The town has a strict sunset curfew because of wild animals attacking.
To keep her friends and herself safe, Ivory must figure out the truth behind the town’s mysteries before it’s too late.

K. A. Meng lives in North Dakota, in the same town she grew up. Her love for the paranormal started at a young age when she saw her first ghost.
Today, she spends her time writing paranormal romance, fantasy, and everything in-between. When life drags her away from it, she hangs out with her son and friends, goes to movies, watches TV, plays board games, walks her dogs, and reads books. She is actively involved in two writing groups and wishes to some day visit Disney World.
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“Cassies’s Court” Avelyn Paige Release Blitz!

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Two Lives 
One Disease 
One Dream Come True 

Abby Turner thought all her hard work had finally paid off when she received her scholarship letter to play college basketball at Purdue University. When an on-court accident leads to a shocking discovery, Abby is now fighting for her life. She wants nothing more than to give up and let cancer win, but a chance meeting with a little girl named Cassie gives her the will to keep on fighting. 

A cruel twist of fate may have brought them together, but the love and friendship these two souls share will be transcendent.

 




 

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Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up! She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. She loves everything paranormal especially Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first. 

Avelyn loves to travel, and also enjoys collecting voodoo dolls from her trips to New Orleans.
 

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Two Lives
One Disease
One Dream Come True

Abby Turner thought all her hard work had finally paid off when she received her scholarship letter to play college basketball at Purdue University. When an on-court accident leads to a shocking discovery, Abby is now fighting for her life. She wants nothing more than to give up and let cancer win, but a chance meeting with a little girl named Cassie gives her the will to keep on fighting.

A cruel twist of fate may have brought them together, but the love and friendship these two souls share will be transcendent.

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Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up! She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. She loves everything paranormal especially Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first.

Avelyn loves to travel, and also enjoys collecting voodoo dolls from her trips to New Orleans.

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“Tiny Threads” Jami Denise Cover Reveal!

Title: Tiny Threads
Series: A Snapdragon Novel
Author: Jami Denise
Release: November 15, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Jenna always thought her marriage was what fairy tales were made of. That was until the heels on her glass slippers snapped and left her tumbling down to reality.

 

But knights in shining armor tend to tarnish after twenty years, and she’s far from the wide-eyed princess she’d once been. Four kids, money problems and a crumbling marriage tend to wipe away all the shiny and bright and bring on the reality of broken dreams.
Royal Grainger knows he’s a lucky man—in theory. His wife is caring and beautiful, he has four amazing kids and his own business, and yet, he’s miserable. He’s detached, tired, and dissatisfied. No matter what he does, it’s not enough—for anyone.
The Grainger’s know they’re treading in the deep end, and they have to work together to push through the pain, the hurt, and the monotony of a long stale marriage to reconnect again. A marriage once full of passion and consideration, becomes one full of bitterness and resentment.
The past comes back to haunt them in a way they never imagined and their happily ever after becomes a battle.
Whatever it takes. The stakes are too high to let go, and for each other, they’ll walk through fire.

Jami Denise is an up and coming writer from Southern California.
She writes Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Erotic Romance.

Her books are always on the spicy side with a little bit of sweet to make you swoon. Her feisty kittens always give the bad boys a run for their money. She likes taking risks, pushing her characters into directions that challenge the reader and take them out of their element. You’ll usually find the unexpected to happen in her stories. Life isn’t always pretty, and she likes to layer her words with true grit.

She is a self-professed cat lady, addicted to coffee and Monster, cupcake lip balm, and loves all things old,grungy,and fast. She’s well versed in sarcasm, and the F-word is her favorite adjective.

When she doesn’t have her nose in a book, or fingers on a keyboard, she’s spending time with family and friends, watching old movies, and waiting for the next felon to come sweep her off her feet.

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“Hopelessly Shattered” Bink Cummings Release Blitz!

Hopelessly Shattered (Sacred Sinners MC- Texas Chapter)
Author: Bink Cummings
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 27, 2016
Single Mother- ✔ 
Dead Father- ✔
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When you’re born you never know what life will throw at you. You just make the best of it no matter what happens. That’s pretty much been my go-to since infancy. Then the charming, bald headed, blue eyed, Brent came along and I thought all the suck in life had been flushed down the drain. Ha! That’s when my true journey began—motherhood. 
This is my story, on how I took life by the go-nads when I decided I needed closure from my past—my father’s sudden death in particular. But what happens next wasn’t anything I expected… It’s hopeless… shattering….exciting … scary…joyful…priceless… and I owe it all to one man… Bear, a chapter president of the Sacred Sinners Motorcycle Club.

Warning: Contains adult sexual content, the excessive use of the F-word, cheating, and whatever else that makes it unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18. 
1st Novel in a Duology – that could also be read as a possible standalone.

“Heartbreak, love, angst… all combined together. 

 

This was one hell of a ride… and I loved every minute of it.” – Reader Review

 

“Bink you completely blew me away with this one.” – Author R.F. Greenwood

“OMG what an Epic read !!! 5*+ from me” – Reader Review

“This book was amazing!…… Emotion, love, sex, a great story/characters, and that second of being pissed off.” – 2 Chicks and a Book

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Author Bink Cummings was born and raised part of a biker family. Upon the incessant coercion from her sacred sisters, she has begun her newest journey in life–writing. When she’s not shacked up in her home writing at all hours of the night, Bink enjoys riding motorcycles, taking care of her family, reading, and cooking huge meals–Especially her infamous chocolate chip cookies.


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Almost Bad Boys Series: A.O. Peart Release Blitz!!

Series: Almost Bad Boys Series
Novels: Almost Matched, Almost Broken Up, and Almost Too Far
Author: A.O. Peart
Genre: Dark Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 29, 2016 

Would you take another shot at love? Or just settle on a friend with benefits?

Their heartbreaking past will move you. Their passion will make you blush. Their antics will make you laugh out loud.

Twenty-five-year-old Natalie Davenport lugs substantial baggage. One boyfriend after the next has been a total disaster, leaving Natalie distrustful toward the male population in general. So when Colin Hampton crosses her path, she’s cautious. Her heart (and some other body parts!) nudges her to go for it, while her head wants her to run for the hills.

Colin is one of those gorgeous guys who attract women, no matter the age or marital status. With a successful career at a popular Seattle radio station, hard body, and charming personality, he is the complete package. But something dark lurks in the corners of his soul; some murky experience that has changed him—maybe for the better, but maybe for the worse.

Will he steal her heart and stomp over it like other guys did?

Will she let him into her heavily fortified world despite herself?

Or will they settle somewhere in the middle—establishing the emotional boundaries to protect them from falling in love?

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How far would you go to protect the one you love?

The terrors of Colin’s past are revealed and accepted by Natalie. Her doubts about letting him into her life are finally disbanded and replaced by a sense of security and commitment. But Natalie doesn’t know that Colin’s past hides more dark secrets unknown even to him.

When a delusional psychopath threatens Colin’s life, things quickly become complicated. Natalie’s stubborn character and desire to kick ass won’t let her step aside and allow the authorities to handle the danger. She gets herself tangled up with street hoodlums, befriends a Russian mobster’s high-maintenance girlfriend, and becomes expert at picking locks and hiding evidence.


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A martini glass of sizzling romance, a jigger of suspense and crime, perfectly shaken with a twist of wacky humor. 


Where would you draw the line between love and trust?

When Colin’s feisty great grandma Helga mysteriously disappears, Natalie and the gun-toting Svetlana rush to the rescue. With the help of Russian mafia goons and Natalie’s girlfriends, they get more than they bargained for. Natalie invites trouble into her life all over again. She could find herself questioned by the police, or worse, her relationship with Colin could become rickety once more.

And so the race begins: with grandma Helga on the loose, Colin turns to the police for help, and Natalie is a stiletto heel tip outside of the law. But being in the wrong has never felt so vindicated.


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A.O. Peart left beautiful but rainy Seattle for sunny but hot Arizona in summer 2015. She writes in several genres including romantic comedy, romantic suspense, dark contemporary, and paranormal.


Angela lives with her family and a chronically curious cat Cinnamon who behaves like a dog. 
You can often spot her in one of the Starbucks locations, feverishly typing on her computer and sipping coffee with cream–or rather, cream with some coffee in it. Don’t be surprised when a paperback you ordered from her arrives “decorated” with coffee and chocolate stains (kidding!)

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**Warning: contains explicit sex scenes, profanity, and high dose of both sarcasm and wacky behavior of the female characters. This is a tongue-in-cheek comedy with dark twist.
If you’re a prude or a killjoy with no sense of humor, DO NOT BUY THIS BOOK, or do so at your own risk. May not be appropriate for readers under 18 years old. **You have been warned**


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“Because of You” Miles Hightower Release Blitz!

Title: Because Of You
Series: The Loft Series
Author: Miles Hightower
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: Available Now
One man’s life long journey to find happiness. 

Jimmy grew up with a plan. 

He knew what he wanted and everything in his life was directing him along the path he wanted to go. But when things don’t exactly fall into place, Jimmy’s life falls apart. 

Having no other plan to fall back on, he sets out on his motorcycle to start anew. He works to keep his life together until his failed plan is but a memory, tucked away in a place where it doesn’t trouble him anymore. 

Finally, happy with where he is in life, he allows himself to set out on an erotic adventure that eventually leads him to confront his failed past, and helps him realize he is not as happy as he thinks.



For some reason I can’t give Sheila, just a kiss. What I meant as a simple, sweet, thank you gesture for a wonderful meal, doesn’t happen. When my lips touch hers and our breaths exchange, I don’t want just a kiss from her anymore. I crave more. One of my hands reaches around to Sheila’s lower back and pulls her body in close. My other hand runs up her cheek, dives into the hair behind her ear and clenches it tight, so she can’t pull away. I feel her body relax into my arms as our kiss deepens. My hand slides down and cups her ass for a moment before it lifts her bare thigh up alongside my hip. I fuel my desire for her by running my hand along the underside of her leg, until I get to her knee, soaking up her soft skin. Pulling her hips close, I can feel her pushing her hips into mine as she leans into me. Running back up the bottom of her thigh, I reach under her shorts and follow the curve of her ass until my fingers find their way to the crack in the middle. To my surprise, I can’t feel any type of panties covering her. I give a muffled moan of pleasure at the discovery and feel Sheila smiling as we continue kissing. Sheila breaks our kiss, then watches her hands as she runs them down over my chest and stomach. Looking down at her, I can see her chest expanding and contracting from her heavy breathing. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt she pulls it up until it’s high enough to expose my chest.
 
Miles Hightower is my alter ego and now pen name. He came about as my wife started reading erotic romance and discussing the books in FB chat groups. Wanting to be apart of what interested her, I came up with Miles Hightower as a persona to lurk about in the social media world while keeping my personal life personal.

I am a husband, for 16 years and counting, to my wife Sara. We have two children. When not being a husband and dad to them, I enjoy flying. At one point I wanted to be a career corporate pilot, flying Lear jets all over the country. After I graduated from college I taught people how to fly for three years. Long story short, a flying career didn’t work out and I ended up working in manufacturing. But that’s where I met Sara. So it did work out after all. I still work in manufacturing, as a Quality Engineer and now just fly for fun when the weather is nice.
Along with flying I also enjoy playing golf, darts, taking my family to water parks, sitting in our hot tub or on a beach with Sara and a glass of wine and now writing. I tried to learn the guitar a few years ago, but that didn’t go so well. Apparently I have no musical talent whatsoever. I am a product of the 80’s and still am very into the hair band music from that era. And no, I didn’t have big hair back in the day, but I did sport a mullet.

As far as my writing goes, I don’t write “Disney Fairytale” style romances (as I like to call them) where a knight in shining armor comes in and saves the damsel in distress. I write about fictional erotic fantasy from a guy’s perspective; about how a guy might think, feel or act in a particular situation. My stories are ideas I make up with a little reality involving the things that interest me, like flying, and life in general tossed in. I do research the things that I don’t know anything about, in an effort to make the story seem a little more real than complete fantasy. If it’s on the internet it’s true, right? I like my book(s) to come of as fantasy, yet slightly plausible.

Anything else you want to know about me, hit me up on my author page on Facebook or at http://www.mileshightower.com

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“Fade to Blue” D.P. Denman Cover Reveal

Title: Fade to Blue
Series: Blue Series #3
Author: DP Denman
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: October 27, 2016

Brady Halverson is a self-made man with his life under control. He has the money. He has the man. He has it all. When an international scandal pits brother against brother, he realizes how quickly he could lose it.

While Brady is learning the truth behind his brother’s lies, his boyfriend Blue is learning another lesson about loyalty and the fragile bonds of friendship. A careless moment divides Blue’s circle of friends, threatening to tear it apart.

Putting things back together forces them to test the bonds of friendship and family. For one of them, things will never be the same.

Brady walked barefoot down the hall of his condo, tan carpet cushioning his steps, his mind on the golf course. He looked forward to Wednesdays at the country club, working on his game and chatting with fellow golfers. They celebrated their morning on the green with cognac at the clubhouse, bragging about better days and better scores.

He strode past the office he’d learned to ignore, the career that used to define him downgraded to a lucrative hobby. The trill of the phone on his desk lured him to the open door. It didn’t make that sound often anymore. He stepped into the sunlit room, a muted version of summer pouring through the full-length tinted windows. He paused within reach of the receiver, tempted to let the call go to voice mail. It wasn’t an emergency. It couldn’t be.

There were no emergencies in investing. Only a slow-rising panic that took days to peak and gave people ulcers in the process. That phone produced headaches. His cell dealt with calamity, and it hadn’t made a sound.

A glance at the caller ID challenged his certainty, scattering the casual curiosity and denting his mood.

Why were the Royal Canadian Mounted Police phoning his office?

A spike of fear drilled into his gut at the thought that his boyfriend, Blue, had tripped over something and done a face plant into trouble. It wouldn’t be the first time, though Blue’s brand of trouble didn’t warrant the RCMP’s attention. At worst, it attracted the Vancouver police and a couple of paramedics.

He picked up on the third ring, pushing aside the explanation. If they were calling about Blue, they wouldn’t be on his landline.

“This is Sergeant George with IMET,” a man said in his ear. “I’m trying to reach Brady Halverson.”

“This is Brady. You’re with what?”

“The Integrated Market Enforcement Team. Do you have a moment to answer some questions?”

He wasn’t familiar with that division, but the name was enough to launch dread down a zip line through his intestines.

“Sure.” He stood behind his desk, cringing at the thought of something unpleasant crashing into his life.

“You work as a hedge fund manager. Is that correct?”

“Not anymore. I’m a part-time investment advisor.”

“And you have a brother named Terry Bernard Halverson?”

That question didn’t make any sense. The topics weren’t related. “Yes. What’s this about?”

“Would you mind coming down to our office to discuss a few things?”

He didn’t like the way the sergeant stepped around his question. Neither did his blood pressure.

“Can you tell me what this is about?” he repeated, suspicion inching toward dread and puddling under his arms.

“It regards your brother.”

“I figured that.” His heart pounded through scenes of kidnappings by professionals who specialized in compound interest and compound fractures. “Is he all right?”

“To my knowledge, he’s fine. I’d rather ask the remaining questions in person if you don’t mind. It’s not urgent, but it is important.”

He breathed out the tension in his stomach. “Yeah, I guess. What’s the address?”

Sergeant George gave it.

“Does it need to be today?”

“No. Anytime this week will be fine.”

They agreed to meet the next morning, and he hung up, questions crowding his head. The biggest was what Market Enforcement in British Columbia wanted with a concert violinist from Toronto.


Award winning author DP Denman writes character-driven contemporary romance about gay men. Her stories are real and intense, but resolve in endings that make people want to read the book all over again. She lives among the moss and trees of the Pacific Northwest with a rambunctious pair of fur babies.

In her spare time, she is a dedicated LGBTQIA rights activist with a special focus on the thousands of rejected and abandoned kids who end up on the street every year. To support the cause, 25% of the royalties from every book go to LGBT charities.

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“Sawyer and Fin” Zeia Jameson Cover Reveal!

Title: Sawyer & Fin
Series: Adventurous Hearts #1
Author: Zeia Jameson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Winter 2016

To live without adventure defeats the purpose of living.

Fin knows all about living life to the fullest. She had everything – freedom, excitement, and a promising athletic career. But it was all torn from her when a night of risky behavior ended in tragedy. Now she’s doing everything she can to protect her sister from following in her tarnished footsteps.

Sawyer has never had boundaries of any sort. He asks for forgiveness rather than permission. Until one bad decision has him running from someone who doesn’t forgive easily – or ever. In order to stay alive, and out of prison, Sawyer has no choice left but to rely on boundaries.

When the two cross paths, mixed feelings of hesitation and curiosity taunt their emotions and convictions. Chances are taken. Rules are broken. And they both know it all could lead to the lives they want – lives too perilous to live. Can they grow a relationship in their current safe and ordinary lives? Or will the temptation for adventure lead down a path from which they can’t return?

Sawyer & Fin is Book One of the Adventurous Hearts series
Live and love your life, one adventure at a time.

“What are we doing?” He questions, as he pulls hastily from our kiss. He shakes his head. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this with you.” He backs away a step, taking the heat of our passionate moment with him. I step forward, not wanting to let it go. “We can do this. It’s okay. What are you so afraid of? We need this. And you are lying to yourself if you say or think otherwise.”
We stand silent for a moment. Then, I make a decision for us both. I lean in and curl my fingers around the back of his neck. I brush my lips against his and he takes them forcefully while wrapping one arm around my waist, pulling me tight to his body. He gently tugs at my braided ponytail. “You have no idea how much this braid drives me wild.” He speaks into my lips with a wicked grin. “You could show me just how much.” I speak back, attempting to match his expression.
He lets out a low growl and my insides burn. I want all of him to consume all of me. We kiss more, hard and fast, and our hands roam and explore each other. I move my hand under his shirt and rake my fingers up his taut abs. As I make my way up his chest, I feel a raised line of skin, perhaps a scar. A significant scar. My mind races as what could have caused such a sizable mark. I’ve had my fingers on it for no longer than a second when Sawyer flinches and pulls away again. He removes my hand from his shirt and then runs his fingers brashly through his hair. “I can’t do this, Fin. I can’t. I want to. Believe me. But you deserve better.”I look down at my feet while my hands wring within one another. “You have no idea what I deserve.” I say, ashamed at thinking for even a second I had a chance at being happy again.“You know why I’m here, Fin. And you know I’m no good for you. I have so many secrets. Secrets that if you knew, you’d run away faster than the wind.”“So tell me!” I exclaim in frustration. “Make me run. That’s the only way you’re getting rid of me.”He shakes his head again while gripping the back of his neck. “I can’t.”I sigh. I step toward him again, my inner daredevil taking control of me. I lean in close to his ear and whisper.
“If you tell me your secrets, I’ll tell you mine.”

Zeia Jameson’s passion for writing compels her to get into the zone and type until her fingers go numb. When not submerged within her own stories, she enjoys curling up in her large reading chair, snuggling underneath a blanket, and feeding her addictions of coffee and reading. She is fond of humor and laughter and believes these are elements that keep the world sane and spinning.


Zeia lives in Georgia with her husband and daughter, where they spend most of their time exploring recipes, binging on Netflix, drawing chalk-art on sidewalks, and avoiding pollen at all costs.

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