Blurb Michael What would cause a beautiful girl to display such hatred in a place of worship? What is she hiding? Why does every nerve in my body go on alert at the mere thought of being with her? Charlotte Is it possible there’s a man who isn’t revolted by me? Will he run like everyone else? Have I finally been given a chance at love?
Tamsen is a 14 year old school student with an active imagination and a love of writing, drawing and reading.
Her main hobby is riding her horse and competing at pony club.
She hopes you will enjoy reading her first published short story. Review
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Saturday, May 14, 2016
Thirty Days: The Complete Series by Bibi Paterson
Book blurb:
Thirty Days: The Complete Series
(Thirty Days Have September, November, April & June)
Set in London and Brighton, Thirty Days is a fabulously provocative romance series that gives you a very steamy love affair between a hot guy and an unsure heroine, baked goods and some rather unexpected twists and turns along the way.
Shy and unassuming, Abigail James loves to bake. She dreams of opening her own dessert café but instead she spends her days working as a data analyst and sneaking in her cakes as the company’s ‘diet assassin’ on the side.
Taylor Hudson, the enigmatic owner of Hudson International, has been captivated by Abby’s innocence and quiet charm since the day she started working for the company. However, his history with women is marred by personal circumstances and he has vowed to stay away.
A chance meeting sees Abby’s world turned upside down when, drawn in by Taylor’s chocolate brown eyes and unexpected kindness, she starts on a journey of attraction that will see her heart and soul laid bare.
While their attraction is mutual, both Abby and Taylor have their own inner demons that they need to overcome if their relationship can move forward for them to find their own happily ever after.
Due to the nature of the content this book is intended for mature audiences.
I look up and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. With annoyance I rub my panda eyes, cursing that I had not thought to buy waterproof mascara. Typical, I think to myself. The one day I actually took some effort in getting ready for work, everything is undone by a five-minute downpour at the bus stop. I glance down at my watch and realise that if I don’t hurry, I am going to miss my opportunity to deliver my packages.
Swiping at my eyes with a tissue, I manage to repair most of the black streaks hurriedly. With that done, I pick up my bags and, glancing around, sneak out of Hudson International’s ladies’ toilets. Taking a deep breath and summoning as much stealth as I can muster, I hurry down the corridor towards the staff kitchen, grateful to find it empty. Glancing over my shoulder, I quickly unpack my packages onto the counter.
“So you are the diet assassin, then?” The voice startles me, and I almost drop the box that I am holding. I can feel the flush spread up my neck as I spin round to find myself staring into a pair of delicious dark chocolate brown eyes.
“Um, um,” I stutter, completely disorientated by the man standing in front of me.
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me,” he replies, helping himself to one of the chocolate cheesecake muffins that I had been placing on the countertop. He takes a bite and lets out a small sigh.
“No good?” I ask tentatively, my heart sinking. I had spent hours the previous evening getting the recipe exactly right, and I thought I had finally nailed it. But obviously not.
“No,” he replies, my heart sinking. “Too good,” he says with a grin. Unwittingly I find myself grinning back.
“Um, I’d better get these offloaded, then,” I reply. I quickly place the remaining few muffins on the counter, pack up my boxes and turn around expecting the mystery man to have taken his muffin and left. But no, he is still leaning nonchalantly against the door frame, grinning at me as he slowly eats the muffin.
“Sorry, have to dash,” I mutter, glancing at my watch. “Meeting in ten minutes.” I feel completely unnerved by this stranger who I have never seen in the office before. Almost grudgingly he lets me pass, loaded with my empty boxes. As I draw level with him, it feels as if time stands still. The hairs on my neck stand on end as I take in his citrusy smell, the dark eyes crinkling with humour and his lush, full lips that seem to be inviting me to kiss him. I swear I am about to swoon, and that is seriously not a good thing.
“So why do you do it?” he asks in a husky voice, as if he is affected as much by this chance meeting as I am.
I can feel the heat flaming my cheeks as I reply, “I love to bake.” I shrug my shoulders as if trying to shake off his gaze and swiftly push past him. I find myself hurrying down the corridor at almost a running pace, and I have to mentally give myself a nudge to slow down. It seems that luck is on my side, and I make it to my desk, where I quickly stow away my boxes in my drawers.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I turn on my computer but find my mind wandering back to the mystery man. I cannot understand why he has affected me so much. It is not even as if he said very much to me. Yet his presence seemed to speak volumes, and I have to admit to myself that at this moment I feel incredibly turned on. At the memory of his lips, I actually feel my heart quicken and my pelvis tighten. Banishing these thoughts, I turn to concentrate on my email, fearing that my tell-tale blush will give me away.
I lose myself in my inbox for several minutes, when I am suddenly brought back to reality by a tapping foot. “Come on, Abby, you are going to be late for the staff meeting, and I hear today’s muffins are to die for.”
Michelle Harrington-Black sends me an arch look, knowing full well who is responsible for today’s cakes, but as my confidante and best friend at Hudson, she has been sworn to secrecy.
Author Bio:
British author Bibi was born in South Africa and loves to tell saucy stories with a twist. Inspired from a young age, her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause. Bibi's hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, building cardboard castles with her daughter and spending time with the laziest cat in the world.
Title: “The Dirty Hoe (M/M), Cedar Falls 12″ Author: Shea Balik Release Date: May 4, 2016
Welcome to Cedar Falls, a small North Carolina town nestled amongst
the Smokey Mountains where the people are friendly and the men are hot.
When Vail Sommerlin inherited a house from an estranged uncle in
Cedar Falls, he jumped at the chance to move away from his nosy mother,
who he loved too much to tell her to butt out of his life. He just
never dreamed that new life would include finding the man of his
dreams.
When Lakota White first laid eyes on Vail Sommerlin, he knew he’d
found his soulmate. He was pretty sure his grandmother was laughing her
ass off if she was looking down at him right then. Probably even
shouting, “I told you so,” over and over again.
Warning: an attempted suicide and a corrupt mayor who is bent on
destroying the town once more instigates the zany characters of Cedar
Falls to band around the two and help in their own unique way.
Excerpt
Entering the cool interior of the Potter’s Cottage, Lakota headed to
where the vegetable seeds were kept. Red hair caught his attention. His
heart sped up as the head sporting all that red hair turned in his
direction. Wide blue eyes as clear as the summer sky stared at him.
Perfection. It was the only word that came to mind as he took in all
that pale skin, small lithe frame and lush lips just made for kissing.
So enamored, Lakota hadn’t even realized he’d stopped walking until
Jesse plowed into him.
A squeak alerted him that something was wrong. He forced himself to look
away from the beauty before him to stare down at the floor where Jesse
was sprawled on his ass.
Suddenly the red-haired man was there with another man, this one with
brown hair. They were both kneeling next to Jesse. The other man said,
“Did you just fall?”
Jesse, one of the most sarcastic men Lakota had ever met, said with utter sincerity, “No, I attacked the floor.”
The stunning redhead asked, “Backward?”
Jesse glared at Lakota, clearly blaming him for this, before answering
the beautiful man’s question. “What can I say? I’m freaking talented.”
Laughter like musical bells rose up around them and Lakota was sure he’d
never heard a more alluring sound. “Here.” The stunning redhead held
out a hand to Jesse. “Let me help you up.”
Once Jesse was once more on his feet, the sexy man Lakota couldn’t stop
staring at said, “I’m Vail Sommerlin.” He then pointed to the man next
to him. “This is Macon Roxley. We just moved to Cedar Falls.”
“Jesse Grant,” Jesse said. With another pointed glare he waved his hand in Lakota’s direction. “And this oaf is Lakota White.”
Those blue eyes fixed on Lakota once more and he knew he had to have
Vail. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about the redhead
that spoke to his soul. Lakota had grown up deeply ingrained in his
Cherokee heritage. If there was one thing he knew, it was trust his
instincts and right now they were screaming that Vail belonged to him.
Reaching his hand out to shake Vail’s, electricity flowed between them.
Vail’s gasp when their skin touched, confirmed he felt it too. That
boded well for Lakota. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Not wanting to be rude to Macon, Lakota reluctantly let Vail’s hand go. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Macon.”
“So what brings you to Cedar Falls?” Jesse asked.
As much as Lakota desired to get Vail alone—preferably in a soft bed,
naked with his cock buried deep within that taut ass he’d gotten an
eyeful of when Vail had bent down to help Jesse—he also wanted to know
as much as possible about the handsome man who made his blood sing.
“My Uncle Calhoun left me his house after he died.” Vail shrugged. “So Macon and I have decided to live there.”
Lakota’s fingers curled into fists as he thought of this gorgeous
redhead sleeping with Macon. He wasn’t one to try and break anyone up,
but he might make an exception in this case.
Jesse’s face, on the other hand, lit up. “Oh? Are you two together?”
Both Vail and Macon looked horrified at the suggestion. Red hair and
brown hair shook vehemently. “No,” Macon said at the same time Vail
said, “Hell no. He’s my cousin.”
Instantly Lakota’s anger dissipated. But just because Vail wasn’t with
Macon didn’t mean he didn’t have a boyfriend. “Are you dating anyone?”
His gaze zeroed in on Vail, who shivered a little at the intensity of
his stare.
“No. Why? You asking me out?” Apparently Vail wasn’t one who felt the need to beat around the bush. Lakota liked that.
The last thing he wanted to do was play games. It was why he didn’t date
very often. He couldn’t stand the way some men felt it necessary to
cause drama by not stating what they wanted. “Yes, I am.”
Lakota took a step closer, their bodies not quite touching. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”
Those blue eyes danced as Vail looked up at Lakota. “I would love to.”
So engrossed, Lakota completely forgot where they were or that there
were others around until Cortney walked up to them and said, “Oh, good,
Lakota, you found them.” She gave Vail a smile. “I hope Lakota was able
to help.”
Jesse chuckled. “He’s helping all right. Helping himself to a date.”
Shea Balik has always had a vivid imagination with stories running
around in her head. Often her stories are taken from observations of
other people with her own spin. Traveling is one of her favorite ways of
fulfilling her passion of people watching. She’s still working on
traveling to every state within the United States, and has been to at
least half. Her favorite mode of transportation is the car, because she
feels it is the best way to see the country. Okay, okay. It may have
something to do with her being afraid to fly, no make that terrified.
Shea has always felt if we were meant to fly, we’d have wings. Not that
Shea won’t get on a plane, because she will, and does. After all, how
else does one get to Hawaii quickly?
For out of the country
traveling, Shea has been to every Caribbean country that cruise ships
visit, several times. Being a Floridian means easy access to ports and
cheaper rates. Although, now that she’s cruised so often, Shea gets
discounts for being a frequent cruiser. In a perfect world, Shea would
cruise around the world, but she don’t see that happening anytime soon,
unless she wins the lottery.
You never know, one day you
may spark her imagination for her next book.
Whether at home or traveling she is usually in front of her computer writing or curled up with a good book.
