~*~ Excerpt ~*~ My Best Friend’s Ex by Meghan Quinn

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MY BEST FRIEND’S EX

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When I found an eviction notice taped on my apartment door, I had two options: find a comfortable cardboard box to call home, or move in with Tucker Jameson.
Seeing that cardboard makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn’t be that big of a deal since Tucker is one of my good friends. And because he’s still pining after his ex-girlfriend and I’m trying to finish my nursing degree, there is nothing to worry about in the romance department, making my last semester an easy one to conquer.
Boy, was I wrong.
Rules are set, dinners are made, conversations are had, and a shirtless, swoony roommate walks around in nothing but a pair of black briefs, ruining me for every other man.
Before I know it, I turn into a panting, lust-filled woman begging for Tucker to kiss me, touch me, and show me exactly what is hiding under those briefs.
But with great orgasms, comes great consequences.
Tucker might be my friend and roommate but he’s also my best friend’s ex-boyfriend, making him completely off-limits. At least that’s what my brain is telling me, my heart is speaking an entirely different language.

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I step out into the chilly Saturday afternoon air and quickly zip up my jacket. The weather has been decent all week but the day I have to move, it’s scattered flurries and nipple-tightening cold.

Before I head to the back of the truck, I take in the sweet and quaint neighborhood. All the houses resemble the Cape Cod-style but different from one another in their own right. All very well kept making it seem like the perfect little place to live, a neighborhood I would never have pictured Tucker living in. Seems almost odd, like a family belongs here . . .

Oh my God.

A family.

My heart feels like it falls out of my chest as my brain starts connecting the dots. This house, this neighborhood, it’s meant for a family, a family Tucker planned on having, a family he lost. My breathing starts to pick up, my throat closing in, just as Tucker pops out of the side door, hands tucked in his pockets as he approaches, a small smile on his face.

“Need some help?”

I push back the tears that want to fall for my friend and nod, knowing words won’t form right now.

Tucker starts to walk past me to the back of the truck when he stops right in front of me and lifts my chin so I’m forced to make eye contact. Please don’t see my sorrow; please don’t see the pain I feel for your loss.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, way too perceptive for my liking.

 

“Uh, nothing. Just chilly.” I sniff.

He studies me, looking between my eyes, searching for answers. The intensity is almost too intense, it’s breaking my walls, disintegrating me under his light touch.

“Is everything okay over there?” Logan calls from behind the truck, pulling both our gazes toward him.

I shake Tucker off and nod as I head back to the truck to start unloading. “Just cold, that’s all.”

Not buying it, Logan whispers, “Did he fucking say something to you?”

“What?” I ask, surprised. “No, of course not. I just . . .” I lean forward and say, “I thought of something, I’ll tell you later.”

“Promise me.”

“Promise.”

Putting on a bright smile, even though it feels like there is a battle of emotions creating a war inside me, I start unloading, watching Tucker lift two boxes at a time, Logan following right behind him. Thankful for two strong men helping me, I lift a sitting chair my grandma gave me that I repurposed and follow them both into the house. We walk through the front where I’m greeted by a white fireplace off to the right, brilliantly beautiful oak wood floors, and a spacious living room that’s connected to a dining room by a sweet archway. The thick moldings and antique knobs give the house vintage character, making it more than charming. But with all its little bits and pieces of character, it’s lacking one big thing, furniture. There is absolutely no furniture in the house, nothing hung, not even a knickknack above the

 

fireplace. Not that Tucker is a knickknack kind of guy, but a picture frame would have at least added some hominess to the space.

“Tucker, your house is so cute.”

“Thanks. Back here.” He leads us past the dining room that connects to the kitchen and a staircase leading to what I’m going to assume is the master bedroom, and off to the left, a small hallway. We veer off to the right and into a bedroom that is spacious, much more spacious than I was expecting. There are two large windows that span almost the length of the wall and the beautiful floors I can’t get over continue into the bedroom as well. The walls are a neutral grey, which is a nice calming tone, and the room right next to mine is a bathroom. The space couldn’t be more perfect.

“This is my room?” I take it all in. “Wow, I feel a little spoiled.”

Logan nods his head and it almost sounds like it pains him to say, “It’s nice.”

“Thanks.” Tucker sets the boxes down and says, “Unfortunately, there is one bathroom so we will have to share, so I hope that’s not a problem.”

“Not a problem at all. Just knock before you walk in.” I wink which brings a light smile to Tucker’s lips.

“Kitchen is around the corner, make yourself at home in there, pretty much everywhere.” He pulls on the back of his neck, his bicep flexing in the process and the strain in in his jaw concerns me. “Uh, I just ask one thing of you.”

“If you’re going to suggest walking around naked on Mondays and Wednesdays, I’m going to have to decline.” I joke but my humor barely reaches his eyes.

 

Instead of returning the humor, he says, “The room across from yours . . . it’s off limits. Please don’t go in there, don’t ask to go in there, don’t even ask me about it, just leave it alone.” He shifts in place, his eyes fixed on the floor beneath us. “Everything else in the house is yours to play around with, do whatever, set up yoga classes in the living room for all I care, please just don’t talk about the room across from yours, okay?”

“Okay.” I nod vigorously, wanting to convey to him he can trust me.

“Okay,” he repeats, letting out a pent-up breath. “Uh, I’ll go get some more boxes. You can start unpacking if you want so you don’t have to go out in the cold.”

He steps away, just as Logan calls out, “Right behind you.” When Tucker is out of earshot, he leans in and whispers, “What the fuck was that about? What’s in that room?”

I have a pretty damn good idea, but I’m not about to talk about it because the mere thought of what rests behind that door breaks my heart. And it’s abundantly clear it still breaks Tucker’s heart too. Oh God. Has he suffered through this alone?

“Nothing bad. I’m sure just something he doesn’t want to talk about right now. Go get some more boxes and stay away from my underwear.”

He scoffs. “You think so low of me, Emma. It burns my soul.” He holds his chest in mock hurt.

Rolling my eyes, I push him toward the door as he laughs and walks out to the truck to help Tucker, leaving me in my new space all to myself. Spinning around, I take it all in. Not a bad place at all to spend my last semester in college. I’m already half in l

 

ove with the little house. Tucker chose so well. As much as I know Tucker and Sadie weren’t right for each other, seeing this very vivid manifestation of his commitment to Sadie, my heart breaks a little more. I didn’t grow up in a house like this, and just in the few moments, I feel myself growing attached. I can’t help wonder if it’s because of the powerful gesture behind it’s purchase though.

But that’s nothing I have to worry about now. I have a warm, lovely place to stay. The unease in my heart about living with Tucker starts to unravel as realization sets in, I have my own space for the next few months, a comfortable space with an old friend. An old friend I desperately want to reconnect with because even though I’m here to study, I also want to help Tucker, I want to know everything about him and learn about everything I missed out on this past year.

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About the Author:
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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~*~ Excerpt ~*~ Three Plus Three (Valentine Pets & Kisses Anthology) by Cindy Flores Martinez

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Title: Three Plus Three (Valentine Pets and Kisses)

Author: Cindy Flores Martinez

Release date: February 2nd, 2016

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Book Description:

A grieving widow and her beloved doggie meet a handsome widower the day before Valentine’s Day.

Website: http://www.cindyfloresmartinez.com/?p=12

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She scooped Cookie up in her arms, but before she could get a firm grip, the eager dog jumped out of her grasp and darted down the sidewalk toward the ocean. Violet was stunned, too stunned to move for the first few seconds.

She watched, agape, as Cookie descended on Ocean Avenue, a small two-lane road that lay between Main Street and the beach. Traffic was heavy on that street. Although the cars moved slowly, they were still a crescendo of hot, shiny metal and rolling wheels. They were no match for a dog, especially one as small as hers.

“Cookie!” Violet raced after her while passersby’s watched. “My dog! Please stop her!”

Several people tried to grab hold of Cookie, but she got away. She reached the curb, stepped off it, and dashed in front of the cars.

Violet felt as if her heart leaped out of her chest.

The sound of screeching tires filled the air as drivers slammed on their brakes.

Cookie’s body came within inches of the wheels on a minivan.

A horrified scream escaped Violet’s lips. She covered her eyes with her hands, unable to watch Cookie’s horrible end. Her body tensed as she braced herself for what was about to come.

When all remained quiet, she uncovered her eyes and glanced ahead. Cookie safely reached the other side of the street, hopping onto the sidewalk with her tiny back legs.

A wave of relief swept over Violet at the sight. She lunged forward, and her high heels click-clacked on the ground as she chased after Cookie, crossing in front of the cars that were still stopped. “I’m sorry,” she said to the drivers.

Arriving at the other side of the road, she caught a glimpse of Cookie heading toward a cement ramp beside the pier. It led out to a parking lot where more cars might cross her path.

Violet’s heart began to race. “Somebody, please stop my dog!” She slipped out of her high heels and ran after Cookie in her bare feet.

Seal Beach was much smaller than the other beaches in the area. A long pier cut through two narrow parking lots, which quickly met the sand. The water was just a few feet away. She could tell Cookie remembered how to get there and that she was determined to get there at whatever the cost.

Violet darted down the ramp as fast as she could. By then, Cookie was dashing toward a small separation wall that shielded the parking lot from the sand. Thankfully, there were no moving cars in front of her, but Violet knew it wouldn’t take long for Cookie to reach the water. She had loved playing in the ocean to no end, but Violet had always been there to watch her. The current on this beach was fierce, easily pulling anyone and anything underneath its clutches. Lately, there had been sharks and jelly fish swimming close to the shore because of the warmer-than-usual ocean temperatures.

Horrible images flashed through Violet’s mind of killer sea creatures lurking in shallow waters waiting to feast on pet dogs. At that moment, Violet decided she was never going to let Cookie out of the house again, ever.

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Cindy Flores Martinez writes sweet romantic comedy and inspirational romance in English and Spanish. The Spanish version of her debut novel, Mail-Order Groom, which is titled Novio Por Correo, has been an Amazon US and international Spanish romance bestseller. Cindy has an MFA in Creative Writing with an emphasis in Screenwriting. She has been a screenwriting instructor, screenplay consultant, script reader, and screenplay collaborator.

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~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ Thirst By R P Channing

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~ Kira Sutherland ~

After a near fatal accident (and getting cheated on by her ‘boyfriend’), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom the boyfriend cheated…), and being labeled as having ‘issues’ in her school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:

1) Continue her ‘therapy’ (where she’s told the ghost is a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often…)

Or

2) Go to Starkfield Academy, a boarding school for “Crazies and Convicts” (as the social media sites call them.)

She chooses the latter…

~ Cory Rand ~

Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His mother died in a car accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother’s best friend…sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory just before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that watches out for him.

Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly falls into a life of disreputable behavior. After his third offense (which was prompted by a girl, as usual – he has a weakness) he’s left with two choices:

1) Be tried as an adult and share a cell with a guy named Bubba (he thinks…)

Or

2) Go to Starkfield Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires. But, hey, at least he’ll get an education.

He chooses the latter…

It’s at Starkfield that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too. As well as other things, other things from his past, things that confuse him, things like fire and witches and demons.

Things he’s always ignored.

Until now.

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Young Adult Romance

Paranormal Romance

High School

Vampires, Demons, Witches

Dark Fantasy

Horror

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PROLOGUE

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The Puppy Eyes

My life was perfect.

I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house. My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my waist…well…also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.

But then there was Jack.

Jack was a problem.

He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep him?

I think not!

Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tear-ducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died.

Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that?

I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way.

I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.

“Jaaaaaaack!”

Still no answer.

“Jack!”

Jack…materialized.

His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again. “Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”

His puppy eyes became worse.

His skin was gray and, well, dead.

“Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like, really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries…

The idea excited me somewhat.

What would you have me do, Miss Kira?

“Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”

Yes, Miss Kira.

The dead. There’s just no reasoning.

“Fine, Miss Kira it is then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one else might be able to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.

“I have to do something about this,” I mumbled.

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R P Channing started writing three years ago, but never published anything even after churning out over a million words of fiction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood is the first book he dared to publish. When asked why, he said, “Because it’s the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed reading.” When not hammering away (most literally) at his keyboard, he can be found buried in a book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult to non-fiction to comedy.

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~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ Battlescars by Kathleen Mareé

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Title: Battlescars

Author: Kathleen Mareé

Release date: January 2016

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Book Description:

After some shocking revelations tear a friendship apart, Penelope was dealt a shocking blow. Her battle scars are far from healed both physically and emotionally, but somehow through it all she has found a sense of strength. Deciding to put herself first in order to get her life back on track, she faces a harsh reality. Despite the risks, she is trying to give her rising feelings for Jay a chance – but should she risk everything to try and have a relationship with him?

Still harbouring conflicting emotions for Evan, will see their relationship take some profound turns which in the end, will surprise them both. The looming threat hanging in the balance will see an end to someone in Penny’s life, which will ultimately change her forever.

Being at war with love will see her Battlescars never seeming to fade…

Will they ever go away?

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I had only ever been with one man. And that man was my everything. Jay had way more experience in that department than I did and the kinds of experience he probably enjoyed would be far more than anything I would even know – let alone do.  Images begin flashing of the glamorous and sometimes sleazy looking woman. The remarks that Chris made about me going to him for seconds!

Oh god…

My whole body begins to tense as I feel Jays mouth kiss me gently behind my ear, surging the tremors to waves of anxiety.

“You don’t have to be scared of me. With me. I will take care of you. Always.”

Oh my.

His warm breath cascades over my skin and my body fights internally, with wanting to leap and wanting to hide. As the inner struggle continues with Jay teasing my skin with his seductive caress, a loud clatter behind me is enough to jump me from my feet.

I squeal.

About the Author:

From the earliest age I was a born storyteller.
Ask my parents and they will tell you I had a gift for making a simple event seem like an elaborate one. Purposely? No. Innocently? Yes. It was my imaginary world that initially led me to believe I wanted to be an actor. All of that role playing and living in fantasy… it was an obvious direction for me. However, becoming quite uncomfortable with the limelight quickly saw that dream diminish.
Over the years I turned my world of fantasy into stories, and eventually began writing them down. Before I knew it, ‘Cut’ had been completed.

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~*~ Cover Reveal ~*~ An Author’s Tale By Ellie Keys

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Title: An Author’s Tale

Author: Ellie Keys

Publisher: Booktrope

Publication Date: January 2016

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28181776-an-author-s-tale

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As an author, I enjoy making my own way in life–answering to no one, but myself. I do enjoy meeting fans and attending book events. I was so excited to be invited to sign in New York City with several of my fellow authors. My life was going so well until I made one mistake. His name was Daniel White. Daniel is the cover model extraordinaire. Meeting Daniel changed my whole life. I’m not sure quite what to make of it. He’s stubborn, bossy, and won’t leave me to my own space.
What should I do with him?
If I was writing my own story, I’d have written my character a better ending. This has to get better . . . doesn’t it?
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OH! I remembered then. I was on my way to my room. In my inebriated state, I’d mixed up the numbers. I had ended up at his door trying desperately to get my key to work. I recalled hearing some kind of grumbling from the other side of the door, but hadn’t really been coherent enough to put two and two together.

I’d fallen through the door when he snatched it open. I was on the floor for a few moments giggling and I heard him curse. It had sounded like he’d said something about eager fans or desperate women. Either way, I’d laughed and told him that he was an asshole for jumping to conclusions because I wasn’t what he thought I was. I was just too drunk to realize that I was trying to get into the wrong room.

I’d tried to lift myself up and almost fell. I’d tugged on something, but didn’t know what. I didn’t know until I was on my knees in the next moment facing his slightly erect rod, which was beautiful and staring me in my face. The one-eyed monster had my full attention.

“Okay, beautiful, you got to see it. Now let go of my pants,” I’d heard him say.

My eyes never budged. I was fixated. Before I realized it, I had the head of him in between my lips. Once I had it, I wasn’t letting go. I didn’t until he’d grabbed my bun and tugged. He lifted all of my size- fourteen, five-foot-four, one-hundred-seventy-plus ass up off the floor and hand me spread eagle in the air perched just above his completely erect pelvis a moment later.

“You want this?” was his question.

I was so flabbergasted and turned on by how easily he lifted me that my response was automatic, “Yes. God, yes!”

He quickly slid the only thing hindering his entry to the side and tested my willingness with his fingers. His probing had my head falling back. My panties had to have been soaked through because I had been more than ready. He was deep within me after just a few slight strokes. I lost count over the course of the night just how many times I fell into the lap of ecstasy. I just recalled being in a constant state of bliss. I remembered feeling exhausted and drifting off to sleep with the cheesiest grin. His hand in my dampened honey blonde tresses helped lull me to sleep.

I know I woke up in the middle of the night and felt really hot. I’d rocked back and felt him behind me. I was in that in-between state where you can’t tell dream from reality. So, I just went with it. I woke him enough to have my wicked way with him.

“Oh my … I can’t believe I did this,” I groaned into the pillow.

“Yeah, you did and quite well I might add. I’ll admit that I’ve never been with a … a, um, African American girl and definitely not a plus size one but damn … ” he said as he moved around behind me.

I inwardly groaned again then was pissed and irritated with myself. I was most definitely the dumbest woman to walk the face of the earth. Ever so slowly, I sat up and began to stand my naked body on my shaky legs.

“Whoa there, ba … ,” he began, but I cut him off.

“Do not finish that statement. I’m not your baby. As a matter of fact, if I remember correctly, when I fell into your room last night or this morning, whenever, you thought I was some ‘desperate fan’. I wasn’t then and I’m not now. I’m going to get my bearings and my damn clothes so I can leave. I need to get ready for the event today. Ugh, my head … and my stomach. I’m going to use your bathroom first,” I informed him as I moved very slowly toward my gown, which was in the direct path of the bathroom. Didn’t I have on pants before? Oh yeah, I had them on under the gown.

“Wait. Did I say something wrong?”

I just ignored him and concentrated on getting to my garment then to the bathroom. I’d just made it to the gown when I heard the bed move.

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The Author

Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it’s paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn’t matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she’s addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately.
Ellie Keys is from Michigan and a graduate of Central Michigan University with a degree in psychology. This degree allows her acknowledge that she may be a little bit off because of all of the talk about hearing voices that don’t allow her to sleep. The good thing about that is she is in good company. She was happy to learn that she wasn’t alone when she talked to other authors.

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~*~ Excerpt ~*~ Letters From The Heart by Fred A. Brede

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Title: Letters From The Heart

Author: Fred A. Brede

Release date: July 15, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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LETTERS FROM THE HEART is an extraordinary journey romantic adventure that introduces the Intelligence Officer, Nick Carson. We follow Nick on a heartfelt and suspenseful journey as he comes home from the Vietnam War to a world that is in turmoil. As an intelligence officer he kept many secrets, now he is tired of secrets and the ones hiding within his own past and in his own family promise surprising answers. LETTERS FROM THE HEART is a courageous adventure, taking a hard look at family relationships and trust, and a story to treasure as Nick uncovers the truth his father left behind and is filled with the hope of finding his one true love.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25856399-letters-from-the-heart

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About the Author:

Mr. Brede is a talented storyteller who specializes in fictional tales based in North American history and the Western Frontier. His books have thrilling action, charismatic characters, and a blush of romance to touch the heart.

We are proud that Mr. Brede has joined his talents with Destiny Whispers Publishing, LLC. His first book in this venture, LETTERS FROM THE HEART is a crossover into romance that introduces his character Nick Carson.

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~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ Blossoming Flower (Wildflowers #1) By Vivian Winslow

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Title: BLOSSOMING FLOWER (Wildflowers, #1)

Author: Vivian Winslow

Release Date: October 19, 2015

Genre: New-adult Contemporary romance

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In the wake of the collapse of her father’s business empire, Flor, the gorgeous twenty-one year-old daughter of disgraced former Brazillionaire Gustavo de Lima, is forced to forge her own path in life.

Flor decides that none of it—the private jets, the vacation homes and the luxury cars—were real. Or at least they really didn’t matter. The only thing that’s real for Flor is her love of horses and her desire to go to veterinary school.

Heading into her final year of college, Flor seeks out the help of an unlikely benefactor to secure a summer internship working with horses. Arriving at the secluded Belo Horizonte ranch, Flor is awed not only by the majestic beauty of the place, but also by handsome cowboy and skilled horse trainer, Collin Taylor. Yet nothing is quite as it appears on the surface.

When the hidden past is revealed, will love end up blossoming for Flor?

 

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Flor throws herself into work the next week, trying her best to forget about that touch. She does what she can to keep Paco and his inviting eyes at arms’ length as well. What for? She chides herself. In case Collin accepts her invitation for coffee? Even she has to laugh at that. But what then?

It’s only ten weeks until she leaves for Smith. Ten weeks isn’t a lot of time, but when you’re young, it’s certainly long enough to try to get to know someone.

“Are you interested in coming over tonight?” Paco asks Flor as she helps him sort out semen samples in the lab.

She closes the door to the small fridge and smiles. “To watch a movie?”

He chuckles and removes his gloves. Leaning toward her he says, “I was thinking along the lines of wine and music. But if you prefer a movie . . . .”

Flor shakes her head.

“No to the movie?” Paco asks, running his hands through his thick hair.

Flor watches, mesmerized by his smooth manner.

“I don’t get it, Flor. One moment, I think you’d like to get to know me, then the next, you act like you don’t.” He steps toward her. She remains frozen, his gaze holding her in place, her eyes watching his gorgeous lips move.

What did he just say?

“Usually I can tell when a woman is attracted to me, but you, I get mixed signals.” He reaches out and runs a finger along the back of her hand.

Nope, not even a flicker of electricity. Flor looks down and doesn’t answer. But still she’s extremely attracted to him. Her panties are wet, and it’s a struggle to control her breathing.

The Argentinian draws his long finger up to her chin. “You are incredibly beautiful, Flor,” he whispers. His face inches closer to hers, his blue/gray eyes searching hers. He wants permission and a part of her is screaming to give it as much as it’s screaming for her to leave. She closes her eyes and parts her lips, knowing it won’t feel right. She wants him to realize it too.

Paco’s lips are as soft as she imagined them to be. He reaches his hand around her neck and pulls her body to him, his tongue entering and searching for more. It feels better than Flor even imagined when she lay awake touching herself, picturing him covering her body with his mouth and tongue.

All of a sudden she’s on fire. Flor reaches up, her hands on either side of his face. Their kiss deepens as his hands begin to roam, slowly unleashing the desire she’s felt since she first laid eyes on him.

The kiss feels incredible. He’s truly an expert at reading a woman. His tongue traces her lips before biting down softly on her bottom lip. The sensation travels straight down to her sex, pulsing with need. That’s what this is now. Pure, unadulterated need. He sparked it in her, and now he’s stoking the fire with every touch, every kiss.

As Paco’s lips travel down her neck, she catches their reflection in the window. The image of them together with her in his arms, makes her stop. She wrenches herself out of his embrace.

“I’ve got to go,” she whispers.

Before Paco has a chance to respond, she’s already out the door. When Flor nears the house, she stops and leans against a large magnolia tree, slides down the trunk, and hugs her knees to her chest. Flor tries to push the image of her and Paco out of her head. He’s not the one she wants. It’s Collin.

Why these men and why now? She laments. In the few short weeks she’s been here, she’s allowed herself to be consumed by longing for one and being pursued by another. Is this karma? Flor wonders. The moment she determines she doesn’t want to fall in love or become entangled in anything the universe puts not one, but two desirable men in her path. Although one doesn’t seem to want her back.

Flor stands slowly, watching bees flit from flower to flower on the low hanging branches. No one thing or person is worth the energy at this point, she resolves. She’ll do as she pleases and let the chips fall where they may.

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About the Author

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Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job and her incurable wanderlust. She currently lives in New York City with her husband and two elementary school age children, and is grateful to finally have a place to call home for more than two years.

New York is the perfect city to indulge her love of fashion, the arts and especially food. If she’s not at home writing or running around the city with her kids, you’ll most likely find her eating at the newest restaurant in her beloved Lower East Side or having a cocktail at her favorite bar in Alphabet City. That said, she’s still a California girl at heart and would gladly trade in her heels for a pair of flip-flops to catch a sunset on the beach.

 

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