Saturday, September 30, 2017

Finding Peace: A Peace Novella by Ellie Masters ~ IT'S LIVE!!!

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SYNOPSIS:
Abby Knight's promising start as a family physician is cut short by an abusive relationship. She leaves a painful past behind and trades the hustle and bustle of city living for the more sedate pace of country life.
She's excited to join her Uncle's family practice in Peace, Montana, and looks forward to many years working by his side.
As for relationships? Abby's not interested. The only thing she cares about is establishing her medical practice and maybe finding a little bit of peace along the way.
However, a freak blizzard in May, quirky llamas, and a determined Montana rancher have other plans in mind.
 
 

EXCERPT:
"It’s beautiful here.” Abby fought against the urge to spin in a circle, arms stretched wide, taking in the scene.
Drake’s hard gaze locked on her face. “Beyond gorgeous.”
Her cheeks heated. He’d hadn’t been talking about the farm.
“Come.” He turned toward the barn.
She followed him in companionable silence broken only by the crunching of snow beneath their feet. At the barn door, he unlatched the massive doors, thenput his back into sliding them on their rails until a narrow opening appeared. As she passed beside him, the heat of his breath seared her skin and made her shiver. Her breath fled as she pried her gaze from his eyes to take in the dimly lit interior of the barn.
Musk. A deep animal smell. The pungent aroma of dirt, hay, and what had to be llamas assaulted her nostrils. A low hum vibrated the air. Abby cast her gaze left and right until she realized the sound was coming from a pen to her left.
“What is that?” she asked.
Drake chuckled. “Llamas humming.”
“They hum?”
“Yes, and you should hear the males orgle.”
Had he made up that word?
“I hate to ask what an orgle is,” she said.
“Llamas hum when they’re happy. The males have a unique alarm call when they perceive danger, but when they breed, they orgle.”
“Orgle?”
“Yes, but it’s not breeding season, just the humming for right now.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “I bet you’re dying to hear a llama orgle now aren’t you?”
He stepped close, towering over her, causing a tingle to spark in her chest and an ache to build lower down. Her entire body was painfully aware of his overwhelming presence. The timbre of his voice was both smooth and hypnotic, drugging even, because she found herself tipping back her head, her mind slipping, and her eyes closing as he leaned down.
His breath disturbed the air above her cheek, and she held still, paralyzed by what might happen next.



Finding Peace: A Peace Novella
By: Ellie Masters
5 Stars

Let me start off saying that this book will give you all the feels in all the right spots.  

In a short span of time Ellie Masters takes you on a wonderful journey about how when life throws you for a loop you can either continue the path you are on or take a chance a make some changes.  

Abby uprooted her life that she knew and moved to Peace, Montana to work with her Uncle. While making her journey from her old home to her new one an unforeseen accident occurs and she ends up meeting Drake.  

Where does one even start with Drake? We find out very little about the man but what we do know is that he is an alpha man and holds secrets but is sexy, protective and I got a feeling that he is a very loyal person.

Finding Peace, was a fast paced read but was not lacking in anything. My heart ached for all the struggles that Abby has and will endure as well as soared when she was happy and moving in a positive direction.  Without giving anything away I felt like Fate has a huge role in the incident that resulted in Abby meeting Drake.  A connection that was new to each of them could be felt and the tension was undeniable.  I am in definite need of more from Ellie Master in regards to Abby and Drake's story.  The ending came way too fast.  This is a must read! 
 

 
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"I love Drake and Abby!!! From the very beginning I was hooked! The only thing I didn't like was that it ended,I wanted more!!! A great book!" Vickie, Goodreads reviewer.
 
"...a fast and wonderful read with all the feels." Janice, Goodreads reviewer.
 
"Everyone wants a place to call home – a place where you know you belong and are needed, loved, and wanted. This story of Abby and Drake takes you on that journey... The writing is amazing and the characters are well developed. You get a little of everything in here, from steamy and sexy to sweet and tender. This is just an incredibly beautiful story that warms your heart!" JustCin, Goodreads reviewer.

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BIO:
ELLIE MASTERS is the bestselling author of Heart’s Insanity: an Angel Fire Rock Romance. She writes multiple genres, creating the stories she loves to read. These are dark erotic tales. Or maybe sweet contemporary stories. How about a romantic thriller to whet your appetite? Ellie writes it all. Want to read passionate poems and sensual secrets? She does that too. Dip into the eclectic mind of Ellie Masters, spend time exploring the sensual realm where she breathes life into her characters and brings them from her mind to the page and into the heart of her readers every day.
When not writing, Ellie can be found outside, where her passion for all things outdoor reigns supreme: off¬ roading, ATV-ing, scuba diving, hiking, and breathing fresh air, are just a few of her favorite pursuits.
She has lived all over the United States, east, west, north, south and central, but grew up under the Hawaiian sun. Now, Ellie is proud to call herself a Southern transplant, learning to say y’all and ‘bless her heart’ with the best of them. She lives with her beloved husband, two children who refuse to flee the nest, and four fur-¬babies; three cats who rule the household, and a dog who wants nothing other than for the cats to be his friends. The cats have a different opinion regarding this matter.
Ellie’s favorite way to spend an evening is curled up on a couch, laptop in place, watching a fire, drinking a good wine, and bringing forth all the characters from her mind to the page and hopefully into the hearts of her readers.

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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

From The Ruins by Janine Infante Busco - IT'S LIVE!!!




FROM THE RUINS(A Satan's Knights Novel) by Janine Infante BoscoPublication Date: September 26, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

Are you ready to get ruined with Pipe and Layla? 
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✶Pipe✶
In every man’s life there comes a day of reckoning. It’s the day darkness is exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses.
A day when loyalty is destroyed and a man is left in ruins.
When he walks away from his club and loses his religion.
Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in my shoes or the pair of red ones I was left holding.
✶Layla✶
He’s bitter, cold and angry.
He’s seen his share of heartache.
Lived through tragedy and despair.
He’s my neighbor.
The man I know should stay away from.
The man who will destroy what’s left of me if I get too close.
He’s Lee Jameson, and I’m Layla Milano.
This is our story.
The story of two people left in ruins forced to rise again.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***

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Excerpt From The Ruins © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco. Excerpt: Pipe confesses some of his truth. Sitting on the floor next to Oksana’s shoes, I reach for the bottle beside me and take a hefty swig. The liquid slides down my throat, burning my belly. I embrace the pain. I relish in it and wish for more. If I had any balls whatsoever, I’d take a knife to my own throat and feel the pain she felt when her life ended. “Hey, babe,” I mutter. “You with me today?” I ask the shoes, praying that by some miracle of God they’ll answer me. They won’t. They never do. But tonight, more than anything, more than whiskey and pain, I need her. I need to believe that she stills walks beside me every day. It doesn’t matter that she’s unseen or unheard, just as long as she’s near. It’s selfish of me to want her with me considering everything I’ve done since she’s left this earth. The booze, the nameless women, the list is fucking endless. “I forgot,” I confess as I close my eyes and take another gulp. “For a little while I forgot and it wasn’t because I was shitfaced or because I was too busy getting off to think of anything else. For the first time since you died, I distracted myself with a woman and didn’t fuck her. The shit thing is, it felt worse than sinking my dick into some faceless stranger. I came home, saw the shoes and felt guilty for playing you dirty.” Placing the bottle on the floor next to me, I lift my hands to my face and rub vigorously. “I’m losing it, Oksana,” I mutter. “I’m losing my fucking mind trying to live when all I want to do is die. What’s the point in living when everything I ever loved—you, the club, everything—is gone.” Taking a deep breath, I draw my hands away from my face and lean my head against the wall. “I forgot,” I whisper. “I forgot I had nothing because at the hardware store I was the guy who had everything. In the grocery store I was the man who had too much, and in Layla’s kitchen I was the man who wanted more.” When Layla’s friend Joey showed up and set me straight, I walked away. One glance at him and I remembered who I was and what I was worth. There is a reason men like him have everything and men like me have nothing. It’s nothing new to me. In fact, it’s something I’ve learned through the years, through the loss I’ve experienced myself and the loss I’ve witnessed through the eyes of my brothers. It’s the reason Wolf has three ex-wives and Jack buried his son. It’s the reason Riggs almost lost his woman and his child, and it’s the very reason Bones died. It’s why Blackie brings Christine flowers on a Saturday and I’m sitting here talking to a pair of shoes. It’s the choices you make when you’re young, the choices you think have no consequences. I’d be willing to bet my life that guy Joey doesn’t live with a mountain of regrets. A man like that rides on the right side of the law. He works hard for everything he has and that’s why he gets to keep it. He is rewarded for the choices he made when he was younger, when he fought against temptation and struggled instead of taking the easy way out in life. It is men like that who work a nine to five who never worry about bombs and bullets, and who live life to its fullest potential. I used to call those men pussies. But I’m the one sitting here with a half empty bottle of booze and a pair of shoes, looking for the courage to end my nightmare. The excessive knocking on the door jolts me away from my pity party and forces me onto my feet. Without wondering who it might be, I pull open the door and stare at Layla’s pretty face. Lifting the plate in her hands, she smiles warmly and a fire spreads throughout my chest. It’s the pain I’ve been looking for, the sweet satisfaction of my punishment. “Hi,” she murmurs. “You left kind of abruptly before—” “Why are you here?” I sneer, cutting her off. “Well, I thought if you couldn’t stay for dinner then I could bring dinner to you,” she explains, extending a dish toward me. She’s nice. Too fucking nice. I can’t handle nice. I can’t handle good. She made me forget today. She made me wish for more. Now I need her to remind me of the truth. I need her to lash out at me and give me the rawness of pain. I need her to prove to me I’m not worthy of her spit. I need the bitter, angry Layla who isn’t afraid to tell the guy next door he’s a bastard. “Look, lady, I fixed your fucking sink, played bitch to you and your kids all day and started the repairs on your car. Now I thought we were done for the day. What more can you possibly need from me? The roof cave in and you need some jerkoff to patch it up for you?” Her eyes flash and her nostrils flare as she glares at me. There it is. Give it to me, killer. Show me the truth. “Have you been drinking?” she asks, clenching her teeth. “What’s it to you?” I fire back. “I ain’t on the clock again until tomorrow.” Silently, she stares at me and I figure she’s getting a glimpse of the devil until her features soften. She cocks her head to the side and the fire fades from her eyes. “What’s happening here?” she whispers. “I thought we were okay. I mean, today—” “Today, nothing. Today I fucking bent over backward and took it in the ass because I felt bad for you.” “You felt bad for me?” she repeats. Come on, give it to me. “I pitied you. Look, lady, I get it. You’re lonely. Your husband left you, probably for a woman half your age. That would explain why you’re so fucking bitter, but I’m not looking to lick your wounds and play Daddy to a bunch of brats,” I sneer. “Maybe you can get that Joey character to pity fuck you and take on your tribe.” Suddenly, she drops the plate and rears her hand back. Her palm connects with my cheek and I grin devilishly at her. Burn. Make me burn. “That the best you got, killer?” “Fuck you,” she shrieks, pushing her hair out of her face as she clenches her jaw. “Not that it is any of your fucking business but Joey is my best friend’s husband! As for my marriage, I’m the one who left. My children have one father and one mother and that’s all they’ll ever have. You ever talk about my kids like that again, so help me Jesus I will fucking gut you. And as far as looking for someone to fuck me, I have standards and a vibrator, and even if I didn’t I’m pretty sure you’d be the last man I’d want to satisfy me. I wasn’t looking for anything. I came here because you were helpful to me and my children and I wanted to return the favor but you can…” Her words trail off. “Don’t stop there,” I growl. Following her gaze, my eyes zero in on Oksana’s shoes. “Of course,” she laughs sarcastically. “I should’ve known you’d have company. You must be slacking though since there is only one pair of shoes tonight,” she shouts as she goes to reach for them. “You’re a fucking pig,” she seethes. Snapping, my control flees and I reach for her wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I scold, foaming at the mouth. “Those are my wife’s shoes,” I holler as I lose my footing and stumble back. Falling on my ass, Layla pulls her hand free from me and takes a step backward. Her eyes widen and she looks appalled. “You’re married?” she asks with her voice full of disgust. “Oh my God, you’re fucking married? I didn’t think it was possible for you to be a bigger piece of shit but—” “She’s fucking dead,” I shout, unable to listen to her anymore. I thought having her tell me I was a worthless piece of garbage would make me feel better, but having her think I’ve been stepping out on my wife is too much. Call me all the names in the world, blame me for her death, but don’t tell me I wasn’t devoted to her. I’m a lot of things but I’m no fucking cheat. “Lee,” she whispers hoarsely. “Get out,” I order, combing my fingers through my hair. Angling my head back, I meet her pitiful gaze and I shake my head. “Don’t look at me like that.” “I’m sorry,” she murmurs. Instead of taking a step backward, she takes two forward and kicks away the broken plate. She bends her knees and crouches down in front of me. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong. I don’t want her pity. Fuck her and her sorrow. “Go away,” I plead. Leave me to my hell. Leave me to my grief. Leave me alone where I’m meant to be. “I didn’t know,” she explains. “It doesn’t matter,” I say, turning away from her. “Lee—” she whispers. Then I feel her. Her hand touches mine and an electric current passes from her fingertips to mine. It’s too much and I snap my hand back. My eyes find hers and the burn in my chest deepens as the tears roll down her cheeks. “Get the fuck out,” I growl. She doesn’t move for a moment before she wipes her eyes and whispers her apologies once more. Without another word, she stands, but before she turns around she glances at the shoes. The truth is in those shoes. They’re the reminder. For those red shoes don’t only symbolize the sharp knife of a short life. They prove the worse consequence of all is waking up every day in a world you’re unworthy of living in. That’s the fucking truth I forgot. The truth Layla made me forget. A truth I’m unworthy of forgetting.
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Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong-willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.
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Sneak Peek of Untamable by Jamie Schlosser


UNTAMABLE by Jamie Schlosser
Romantic Comedy
A Standalone Novel

Emery Matheson knows p*ssies. Cats, that is. As the star of a reality show called The P*ssy Tamer, it’s his job to fix extreme feline behavioral issues.

When he hears about his next project—a lonely cat hoarder named Estelle—he expects a little old widow, not the blond bombshell who opens the door.

With a 100 percent success rate, Emery has never had trouble finishing a job. But just a few hours into the first day of filming and one thing is clear—Estelle and her band of misfit p*ssies will give him a run for his money… and his heart.


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Red spots began soaking through Emery’s gray T-shirt.

“Oh my God. You’re bleeding.” I pointed at his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

He just laughed. “Occupational hazard. We have a medic on hand for that very reason. Besides, it’s not like you didn’t warn me.”

His words summoned a brunette carrying a first aid kit.

“You know the drill,” she said, grinning at him while she opened the case and started lining up her supplies on the kitchen table.

Emery grabbed the back of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, being careful not to disrupt the wires from his mic.

Suddenly, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. The thin material had done little to hide the muscle definition underneath, but at least then I couldn’t see his smooth skin.

His nipples.

The ridges of his abs and that highly coveted V by his hips.

A thin smattering of hair covered his chest, traveling down the center of his abs and below his belly button. The light brown trail disappeared into the waist of his jeans.

I wanted to run my fingers over it. All of it. Even the parts I couldn’t see.

I was looking at the most magnificent torso ever—not just in real life—in the entire damn universe. He had movie stars and models beat. I remembered watching a video of Charlie Hunnam training for an upcoming role, and I’d been in awe of the amount of work it took to look that good.

Regular people didn’t just go walking around in that kind of shape. Apparently, Emery didn’t fall into the category of ‘regular people.’

And God bless him for it.

Feeling weak in the knees, I leaned my hip against the counter and wondered if I was the only one affected. Everyone else went about their tasks as usual. Well, everyone except for the medic.

After taking a seat, Emery said something to her about not using bandages this time, and her response was a nervous giggle. She quickly cleaned the area with disinfectant, then put cream over the scratches.

Red-faced, she slowly backed away as Emery slipped a new shirt on.

A different kind of heat flared through me, but this one was familiar and much more unpleasant than the virus I was fighting off.

Jealousy.

I was jealous that she got to touch him.

I made a face, because that was ridiculous. Emery was here to work, not get eye-fucked by the crazy cat lady.

The hot-and-bothered medic taped a sign to the wall by the door. In big letters, it said, ‘Do not leave door open. Mike will run.’ It made my sudden desire to claw her eyes out diminish.

She was just doing her job.

Psycho much, Estelle?

Opening my cabinet, I grabbed the bottle of Tylenol and choked down a couple pills along with my sweet tea.

I extended the medicine toward Emery. “Want some?”

“Nah,” he replied. “It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“That happens a lot, doesn’t it?” I lightly accused.

“Getting mauled by cats?” He laughed. “More times than I can count.”

“No.” I tipped my head toward the flushed woman retreating from my apartment. “People losing their shit every time you take your shirt off.”


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Jamie Schlosser grew up on a farm in Illinois surrounded by cornfields. Although she no longer lives in the country, her dream is to return to rural living someday. As a stay-at-home mom, she spends most of her days running back and forth between her two wonderful kids and her laptop. She loves her family, iced coffee, and happily-ever-afters.


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Monday, September 25, 2017

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