Title: Love in Carson Falls (The Falls, Book 1)
Author: Paisleigh Aumack
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 30th 2017
Synopsis:
Arianna Morgan:
She never thought life would beat her down. She never imagined the man she loved doing it either. Starting over in a small town was her only option. Once she arrived in Carson Falls, she realized her life never really began until the locals, one specifically, proved that there are things that can mend your spirit.
River Bradshaw:
He never thought the mother of his child would walk away. He also never thought she would end up dead. Living in a small town his whole life, he knew what his life’s meaning was, or so he thought. Once a stranger from out of town started teaching his daughter piano, she proved that life had much more in store for him.
This is a story about loss, love, and how music can teach us about ourselves.
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EXCERPT:
The amount of people already inside was insane. Penny grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper towards the VIP area. I’m wearing heels and have a little buzz going so I bumped into random people as she pulled me. One of the guys I knocked into looked me over like a meal and smiled at me. It was totally creepy and made me nervous. He watched me go the rest of the distance to VIP. I still felt his eyes on me, so I looked in the direction we came from, and he wasn’t there. That was strange.
We made our way to the corner section. As we approached more velvet stanchions, a sign hung on one near another gigantic gentleman that read ‘Reserved for VIP Members’. Penny dug through her clutch and pulled out some type of card; it was enough to get us inside the ropes. There was one long, black couch, a private, much smaller version of the long bar, and two cream Marylinhigh-back chairs. There was no one else in here, so we got comfortable on the couch after we placed our orders for professionally-made Grapetinis.
“I really want to dance. The crowd is decent tonight and full of hot guys,” Penny nonchalantly said as she scanned the crowd.
“Can we finish our drinks first? I will go out there with you. I don’t want to be left back here. Some guy ogled me before and it creeped me out. It feels like he’s watching me.” I shivered but not like a River shiver. It was in disgust.
“Yea, we can. But Ari, if you feel that again, tell me. I will have Reggie keep an extra eye on us.”
“Sounds good to me. Now,” I swigged back the remainder of my drink and stood up, “let’s DANCE!”
Just as we made it to the dance floor, the song faded out and a new one started to pump through the speakers. The selections here were either something in the wide rock, rhythm and blues, or country variety. No hip hop. Only booty-shakin’ music. The beginning of Luke Bryan’s “Country Girl (Shake It For Me)” started, and Penny and I looked at each other, smiled huge, and then started to shake it for our guy Luke. The country line dance moves came back like they never left, and we were having the time of our lives.
A few more songs, including Blake Shelton’s “Footloose” reboot and Trisha Yearwood’s “She’s in Love With The Boy” played, and then things slowed down with Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey”. Penny and I were no strangers to dancing with each other and we were letting go tonight, so we started doing our thing.
A guy came up behind her and he seemed familiar, but my buzz wouldn’t allow me to place him. I felt hands hit my waist as I was swinging my hips to the beat. Those hands didn’t incite the same shiver or tingle that River’s hands did, but what the hell. I was here to have fun and dance, so I turned in his hands and saw Mick. Shit. Slowly moving to the bluesy country song, my hands rested on his shoulders and his landed on my hips, his fingers digging in slightly right above my ass. Too caught up in the melody, I caught my rhythm and took Mickey with me. My mind slipped into every note of the song. I didn’t think anything of it and just kept in time to the music, letting it move through my blood.
When I heard the final notes to the song, my eyes opened and I saw Penny looking at me with huge wide eyes. I also no longer felt hands on me. Slowly, I turned around to see Mickey being escorted to the door by Reggie, and Braxton weaving through people to get to our spot on the dance floor, and River. A very pissed, ready to kill, River.
I only knew this after I was done eye-fucking the deliciousness that he was. It may have been the alcohol, but at this point, I didn’t care. I took my time and started at his cowboy boots. Made my way to his dark blue-washed jeans that fit his perfect ass in such a way it should not be allowed loose on the female population. Up a little more to the pink button-down shirt he had on with the two top buttons opened. No blazer. No smile. Just his hands on his hips, and his eyes narrowed and full of fury.
“Riv…,” I attempted, but he shut me down fast and cut his narrowed eyes to me.
“Darlin’ the best thing for you to do right now is not say anything. Not until we have privacy and I’ve controlled my need to commit murder against a man who, Sugar, get me when I say this, is a total dick. Mick is about one step up from your ex. I thought you got the message that day at Thelma’s store. But it seems you’re forgettin’ a bunch of messages the past few days.” I felt like I was just scolded like a child, and that started to sink in and pissed me right the heck off. Who does he think he is?
We made our way to the corner section. As we approached more velvet stanchions, a sign hung on one near another gigantic gentleman that read ‘Reserved for VIP Members’. Penny dug through her clutch and pulled out some type of card; it was enough to get us inside the ropes. There was one long, black couch, a private, much smaller version of the long bar, and two cream Marylinhigh-back chairs. There was no one else in here, so we got comfortable on the couch after we placed our orders for professionally-made Grapetinis.
“I really want to dance. The crowd is decent tonight and full of hot guys,” Penny nonchalantly said as she scanned the crowd.
“Can we finish our drinks first? I will go out there with you. I don’t want to be left back here. Some guy ogled me before and it creeped me out. It feels like he’s watching me.” I shivered but not like a River shiver. It was in disgust.
“Yea, we can. But Ari, if you feel that again, tell me. I will have Reggie keep an extra eye on us.”
“Sounds good to me. Now,” I swigged back the remainder of my drink and stood up, “let’s DANCE!”
Just as we made it to the dance floor, the song faded out and a new one started to pump through the speakers. The selections here were either something in the wide rock, rhythm and blues, or country variety. No hip hop. Only booty-shakin’ music. The beginning of Luke Bryan’s “Country Girl (Shake It For Me)” started, and Penny and I looked at each other, smiled huge, and then started to shake it for our guy Luke. The country line dance moves came back like they never left, and we were having the time of our lives.
A few more songs, including Blake Shelton’s “Footloose” reboot and Trisha Yearwood’s “She’s in Love With The Boy” played, and then things slowed down with Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey”. Penny and I were no strangers to dancing with each other and we were letting go tonight, so we started doing our thing.
A guy came up behind her and he seemed familiar, but my buzz wouldn’t allow me to place him. I felt hands hit my waist as I was swinging my hips to the beat. Those hands didn’t incite the same shiver or tingle that River’s hands did, but what the hell. I was here to have fun and dance, so I turned in his hands and saw Mick. Shit. Slowly moving to the bluesy country song, my hands rested on his shoulders and his landed on my hips, his fingers digging in slightly right above my ass. Too caught up in the melody, I caught my rhythm and took Mickey with me. My mind slipped into every note of the song. I didn’t think anything of it and just kept in time to the music, letting it move through my blood.
When I heard the final notes to the song, my eyes opened and I saw Penny looking at me with huge wide eyes. I also no longer felt hands on me. Slowly, I turned around to see Mickey being escorted to the door by Reggie, and Braxton weaving through people to get to our spot on the dance floor, and River. A very pissed, ready to kill, River.
I only knew this after I was done eye-fucking the deliciousness that he was. It may have been the alcohol, but at this point, I didn’t care. I took my time and started at his cowboy boots. Made my way to his dark blue-washed jeans that fit his perfect ass in such a way it should not be allowed loose on the female population. Up a little more to the pink button-down shirt he had on with the two top buttons opened. No blazer. No smile. Just his hands on his hips, and his eyes narrowed and full of fury.
“Riv…,” I attempted, but he shut me down fast and cut his narrowed eyes to me.
“Darlin’ the best thing for you to do right now is not say anything. Not until we have privacy and I’ve controlled my need to commit murder against a man who, Sugar, get me when I say this, is a total dick. Mick is about one step up from your ex. I thought you got the message that day at Thelma’s store. But it seems you’re forgettin’ a bunch of messages the past few days.” I felt like I was just scolded like a child, and that started to sink in and pissed me right the heck off. Who does he think he is?
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Title: With Love at Christmas-An Anthology
Contribution: All I Got Was A Hangover
Contribution: All I Got Was A Hangover
Author:Paisleigh Aumack
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 13th, 2016-NO LONGER AVAILABLE ON E-RETAILERS.
(ONLY AVAILABLE AS A PAPERBACK THROUGH THE AUTHOR)
Overall Anthology Synopsis:
(ONLY AVAILABLE AS A PAPERBACK THROUGH THE AUTHOR)
Overall Anthology Synopsis:
Christmas can be a time of year for all things new and exciting. These stories take you through every emotion and back again. With something for every style of romance reader with stories from eight very different authors, you are sure to fall in love.
In this anthology, you will find humor, love, and how the spirit of the holidays can be the beginning of things to come. Experience these stories in, With Love at Christmas.
All I Got Was A Hangover Synopsis:
Penelope Sloane is a pain in the ass, loud mouthed, southern belle who knows how to get what she wants and uses it to her advantage. When she meets Braxton Jenkinson during a blizzard in New York City, she knows all bets are off when she wakes up with only memories of copper and whiskey gold. Oh and of course the most epic hangover ever.
Penelope Sloane is a pain in the ass, loud mouthed, southern belle who knows how to get what she wants and uses it to her advantage. When she meets Braxton Jenkinson during a blizzard in New York City, she knows all bets are off when she wakes up with only memories of copper and whiskey gold. Oh and of course the most epic hangover ever.
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Title: Timeless Ever After: An Anthology
Contribution: Part of Your World
Contribution: Part of Your World
Author: Paisleigh Aumack
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 2018
Official blurb and release information coming soon! Once Upon A Time never sounded so good, until Upon A Time. 13 of today's hottest authors have come together to bring you a modern twist on your favorite fairy tales. All proceeds will benefit the non-profit charity Candace's Cause to further DIPG research. All authors included TBA.
Official blurb and release information coming soon! Once Upon A Time never sounded so good, until Upon A Time. 13 of today's hottest authors have come together to bring you a modern twist on your favorite fairy tales. All proceeds will benefit the non-profit charity Candace's Cause to further DIPG research. All authors included TBA.
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Author Bio:
Paisleigh Aumack was born in Red Bank, New Jersey. She grew up in a small barrier island town and has lived there all her life. She has always loved music, going as far as being a trained musician. Her tastes in music range all over the board, but currently, her heart belongs to country music.
Paisleigh is engaged to the love of her life and lives a fairly quiet, peaceful existence. When she isn’t working, she is writing or she is reading. Or singing at the top of her lungs. Paisleigh began writing a short time ago because she had a story to tell.
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