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Book Excerpt Dreamwalkers

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“Hi, I’m Narciso and I walk in other people’s dreams,” is what I would say if there was some sort of support group for people like me. There isn’t.

Yip, I always know when I’m dreaming. Never need to pinch myself. I know, because my dreams are real. And true. But the weird thing is, they aren’t mine. And the dream I’m entering now isn’t an exception.

I open my eyes, knowing from experience what will be in front of me. Running far beyond the horizon like an endless stretched taffy, is a hall. White. So white that it blinds me and my eyes have to adjust before I can fully open them. The world runs past me and then back again and it feels as if the ground beneath my feet, as white as the walls, is breathing. Like it wants to push me forward. But I stand still for the moment, regaining my world, stitching it back together. When it finally settles, I adhere to the floor’s desire.

Like, okay already!

I walk forward as the hall consumes me like a thick fog.

Then I stop. I know I have to. I turn to the wall. From the whiteness of it, something starts to shimmer into existence. Like a mirage forcing its way into reality. The mirage starts to take a shape. A door. Black, as smooth as darkness itself. A knob, golden, gleaming in the whiteness of the hall, like an inviting smile. My body moves towards it, followed by a slow hand as its smile seems to grow wider. It’s cold.  It burns my palm. I hear a click, feel it run up my arm. And then a latching sound as it echoes past me and into the never ending, ever stretching hallway until it moves with it over the horizon.

I push. It opens.

About the Book

Title: Dreamwalkers

Author: Tiaan Lubbe

Genre: YA Fantasy / Adventure

“You walk the bridges between two worlds, between reality and dreams, Ciso.”

“You are a Dreamwalker”

Narciso di Angelo, a sixteen-year-old boy, living on the streets of Rome thinks he is the only one that can walk in other’s dreams.

He’s not.

When a mysterious and dark woman makes her appearance in one of his dreamwalks, he is rescued from her clutches by Project Somnus, a secret underground United Nations organisation, that recruits and trains children with his gifts, using them to fight against and prevent worldwide terrorist threats.

Here Narciso learns more of his abilities and where they come from as well as what it means to be part of a family and a home.

But, as the threat of the mysterious woman and the terrorist organisation Tantibus increases, he also learns what it is like to lose this.

“In dreams we live. In reality we dream.”

 

Author Bio

Tiaan Lubbe lives in Pretoria, South Africa where he spends his time teaching little monsters, directing
plays, doing what he calls writing and dreaming up the future. Mostly all at once.

 

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Book Excerpt Drakon Book Series

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Drakon Book II: Uncarved  BOOK EXCERPT 1 FROM CHAPTER “STAKE AND LARD”

 

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I have a strong preference of stopping this Story here. I did so, the first and the second winter we came upon the events of that night. But Eusebius would always ask me every time that we’d reach that point: “But, what happened to Olian and Alian?”

The monks of the Cross have a craving for such tales of torture and death. They blend well with their delusions of divine salvation of the weak and the innocent. “I’ll tell you, Eusebius. It’s not hard to bring back the images. The sounds…well, that’s much tougher.” But the ink is silent, and we are thankful for it.

 

The four of Keral’s warriors who had been captured alive were impaled outside of the new Khun’s temporary tent. And so was Olian the Uncarved boy. Their screams, the stink of shit, mixed with the lard slathered on the sharp, long stakes and the blood coming out of their assholes, reminded us for the three days it took them to die that we had a new Khun.

I found Alian looking up at the screaming stakes and the trembling faces of unending pain on the second morning.

“He still doesn’t die,” he said, staring at Olian, who would only mumble, pleading for death with the last of his strength.

“No, you see, they don’t pierce the guts, the pointy wood just passes next to the spine and out the shoulder. Skewered. It will take another couple of days.”

“Damn! Stupid choice,” he said looking straight at his brother’s body faintly twitching on the stake.

“Let’s go, Alian, you don’t have to see and hear this anymore. He was your brother.”

“He still is. One of my brothers. So are you.”

Alian had already turned his back on the identical twin whom he had just called stupid for the last time.

About the Books

Book I “The Sieve” is Book I of the epic fantasy novel Drakon.

“I am here to redeem the lives of my wife and daughter. I’ve brought the offering.” Da-Ren, an infidel barbarian, arrives at the Castlemonastery, his only offering a jar of honey.   Baagh, the Cross Sorcerer, follows him there under orders of the Emperor, demanding from the monks to transcribe the warrior’s story. Book I chronicles Da-Ren’s early years, growing up in a tribe of archer riders and pagan witches, camped north of the Blackvein River.  He enters the Sieve, the forty-day initiation trial that determines the fate of every boy and girl. Many of his comrades will fall, the strong will join the warriors, and an elite few will be marked for leadership. Da-Ren learns to endure the elements, to obey the Truths, to keep standing when all hope is lost. He swallows the legends of the OunaMa witches, learns to hate all other tribes, and conquers fear.  And yet there is one trial that will bring him to his knees. The Goddess’s favorite daughter. “Brown-haired, brown-eyed. Brown was the first color of the day.” The journey begins for the man who will become the First Blade of the Devil.  A brutal, poetic, first-person narrative of war, death, and love.   Book II

 

“Uncarved” is Book II of the epic fantasy novel Drakon.

“How do the Uncarved die? They bleed to death. Always.” Fourteen-winter-old Da-Ren joins the Uncarved, the chosen few destined to lead the Tribe. More than forty children train and compete for the next five springs; only one will become Khun and fulfill the Tribe’s destiny.  Da-Ren’s ambition and strength will keep him alive but can he overcome his most powerful and cunning adversary, the one favored by witches and men? The Goddess and the Ouna-Mas will try to nest in his heart, but is he prepared for the one woman he is brought up to hate? As war and hunger strangle the Tribe, the stakes of love, duty, and betrayal are higher than ever. A young man’s first kill. A young man’s first kiss. A coming-of-age tale with non-stop action.

 

 

Author Bio

C.A. Caskabel started writing Drakon in 2013 and completed the 350,000-word epic series in 2016. He plans to release the books gradually in 2016 and 2017 while he researches and writes his next series. He also works with a passionate small team that publishes primarily children’s fiction and fantasy fiction.
Prior to 2013, Chris was a serial technology entrepreneur. He has founded and led a number of start-ups in businesses such as digital marketing and renewable energy. He has led creative departments, marketing, and software product organizations in New York, San Francisco, London, and Athens.
He holds a BSc and a BA from Brown University and a PhD in Engineering from Boston University.

 

 

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Book Excerpt Domme Experience

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Sam pointed:  It was a cute little power boat.  He helped me onto it, and we checked out the small cabin.  Then, he held my shoulders and kissed me; but it was a quick kiss and he was frowning.  “It’s not going to work.”  I stared at him, and finally shrugged my shoulders.

 

“I wanted us to be on the water today … to help you relax.  And I thought about kayaking, as it would give us some exercise … but we just couldn’t get very far.”

 

I shrugged again.  I wasn’t interested in going very far, except in my relationship with Sam.

 

“So I found this place, where we could rent a small boat,” he gave me the evil smile, “with a cabin, so we can have a little fun.  And I had it all worked out:  It’s only about twelve miles by river from here to Windsor; I thought we could motor up there, have a tour of the castle, and then cruise back.

 

“But there’s a speed limit on the Thames, and two locks that we would have to go through; so it would take us at least three hours to get there.”  That wasn’t going to work – it was already after two.  “So we’ll just be able to putter around for a while, no real destination in mind.  It will be more relaxing …”

 

I hugged Sam, my Sam; the one who always strove for the best, but was willing to accept compromise.  “Puttering around sounds fine, Sam.”

 

Sam got the engine going, then we cast off the lines and motored out through the marina channel to the River Thames.  The boat’s engine did make a ‘puttering’ sound.  We made a right turn, and motored past tree-lined banks, a few boats tied up, and rows of Victorian apartments.  We continued up the river, wind blowing through my hair as I stood in the cockpit next to Sam.  It was quite overcast, now, low clouds darkening the pastoral river scene.

 

The river bent and twisted, our boat following its tortuous course.  When we saw the river forking, Sam idled the engine, and we drifted. “That’s the Shepperton Lock – how we get to the higher part of the river, and continue our cruise.  But first, let’s have some lunch!”

 

We pulled up at a dock, and Sam tied the mooring lines.  It was only a few steps up to the street, and half a block to our right:  The Minnow Pub.  We were happily surprised to see outside tables; at least they had umbrellas, in case it started to rain.

 

Thinking we would go light, Sam ordered the English cheese board with artisan bread and olives.  We took our time, enjoying the food and the local surroundings.  I was glad that we hadn’t tried to squeeze in the long trip to Windsor.

 

I was getting full, already, but Sam gave me the evil eye again, and asked the waiter for a menu.  Five minutes later, a large plate was set between us – it looked like a dessert platter.

 

I looked at Sam, “Which one should we order?”

 

He laughed, “This is the ‘House Sharer’ dessert.  It has a chocolate brownie, New York style cheesecake, a lemon tart, strawberries, and house-made Bourbon vanilla ice cream cookie sandwich.”  All I could do was shake my head.  There would definitely have to be some dieting and exercise when we got back home.

 

After our lengthy meal, we took the boat through the lock – which was an interesting experience.  Several small boats were going through with us, as we all went up several feet, then motored out to the next upstream segment of the Thames.

 

We cruised a short distance, under another bridge, and alongside a park and campground, then took the boat across the river, a little downstream, and tied up to some trees along the bank.  Although we were only about 25 miles from central London, we were in a totally secluded, forested area, only a few other small boats occasionally passing us as they went up- or down-stream.  It was a truly idyllic setting.

 

I knew what Sam wanted; fortunately, it was what I wanted, too.  As Sam set a GPS app on his phone to alarm us if the boat moved, I stepped down into the tiny cabin, and undressed.  There was only a small V-berth in the bow, but it would have to do.

 

As I lay back, my head on the tiny pillow, my legs apart and ready for Sam, I saw him smile as he stepped down into the cabin.  I had expected him to undress, but he came immediately to me, holding my hips, and lowering his head to my already-sensitive tissues.

 

My eyes closed as Sam masterfully manipulated my arousal, bringing me to the brink several times, before he sucked me into his mouth, trilling his tongue against my clit.  We were both moaning, and I couldn’t help taking Sam’s hair in my fists as I arched my back, in the throes of a massive orgasm.

 

Sam was still modulating his stimulation, as I came several times, finally having to pull him by the hair up to me – and away from my throbbing lower parts.  We kissed passionately – perhaps the most longingly ever; we’d never been apart for as long before, either.

 

“Are you getting a little excited, mister?”  I laughed, as I reached down, and held his manhood, then stroked him.  Soon enough, he was undressed, and my legs were apart again for him.

 

About the Book

Title: Domme Experience

Author: Simone Freier

Genre: Erotic Romance

Beyond    50    Shades    …    Way    Beyond!

DOMME    EXPERIENCE    is    an    intimate    exploration    of    kinks    and    fetishes    by    an    unlikely    couple,    with    thoughtful    and    philosophical    discussion    by    the    characters,    and    graphic    descriptions    of    their    erotic    adventures.
Kelly    takes    the    upper    hand    –    in    a    manner    of    speaking    –    exhibiting    her    dominant    side,    and    impressing    her    parents    and    Sam,    as    roles    are    reversed.

Her    formal    training    as    a    dominatrix    leads    to    new    and    unexpected    experiences    for    Sam.        Kelly    and    Sam    explore    new    cultures,    and    enjoy    further    adventures    with    friends,    as    their    world    travels    continue.        Kelly    demonstrates    her    technical    and    business    prowess,    and    the    company    that    she    and    Sam    founded    takes    off,    changing    their    lives    forever.        There    are    a    billion    reasons    why    they    should    be    happy.        But    they    are    unaware    that    a    storm    is    brewing    on    the    horizon.
The    Experiences    series    is    an    epic    love    story    of    erotic    relationships    and    sexual    desires.        Written    in    a    ‘literary    realism’    style,    the    series    introduces    Sam    in    the    prequel,    and    the    blossoming    of    his    intimate    relationship    with    Kelly    as    the    series    progresses.        Fantasies    and    real-world    adventures    coalesce    to    mold    a    unique    bond    between    unlikely    lovers.        Where    needs    are    mutually    satisfied    in    an    open,    creative    and    trusting    environment.        Where    physical    and    mental    boundaries    are    pushed.        Where    the    concepts    of    love    and    sex    are    never    confused,    but    sometimes    confusing.        Where    openness    is    required    and    intimacy    is    expected.        And    where    fair-is-fair,    regarding    the    punishment    of    transgressions.
Contemporary    erotic    romance:    Suitable    for    mature    readers,    aged    18+    years.    Experiences:    Book    8    is    187,000    words,    18    chapters,    621    print    pages
Acclaim    for    Simone    Freier    and    the    EXPERIENCES    series:

“Fun,    intense,    sexually    erotic”

“One    of    my    favorite    series    in    recent    memory”

“Simone    Freier    is    a    sexually    charged    and    inspired    writer”

“It    is    quite    a    tale    and    a    very    good    read    that    explores    an    intimate    topic”

“The    writing    is    well-done,    engaging,    and    erotic”

“The    characters    are    rich    &    believable,    while    the    eroticism    is    thick    &    lush”

“Freier    writes    some    incredibly    powerful    scenes”

“I    have    enjoyed    this    whole    series    and    don’t    want    it    to    end”

“Freier    holds    poignant    insight    into    the    complexities    of    interpersonal    communications    and    behavior”

“The    desire    crawls    out    of    the    pages    and    into    my    mind”

“The    writing    style    is    relaxed,    even    playful,    and    always    fresh”

“Steams    up    the    pages    –    very    sensual    and    erotic”

“Simone    Freier    entertains    her    readers    with    a    story    of    love,    trust,    respect    and    exploration”

“Unexpectedly    thoughtful    and    intensely    passionate”

“Simone    Freier    has    an    intoxicating    way    with    words”

“Fifty    shades    greyer    in    this    deep    look    at    sexual    explorations”

“Freier’s    attention    to    detail    in    her    books    is    awe-inspiring!”

“I    have    enjoyed    this    whole    series    and    don’t    want    it    to    end”

“Fine    writing    from    an    author    who    knows    her    genre”

“If    you    love    erotica,    then    you’ll    love    this    series”

“Definitely    a    five-star    series!”
WARNING!    This    work    contains    mature    content,    including    graphic    sexual    descriptions    and    scenes,    and    is    provided    for    adults    only.    The    Experiences    series    contains    scenes    of    psychological    and    physical    submission,    discipline,    and    medical    fetish.        The    characters    explore    various    fetishes,    which    evolve    throughout    the    series.        ALL    CHARACTERS    IN    THE    BOOK    ARE    21    YEARS    OLD    OR    OLDER,    and    all    activities    are    consensual.

 

About The Author

An adventuress and traveler, Simone is a sensual being who loves to read stories that excite her.  She takes exception to authors who promote their works as ‘dirty’, ‘filthy’, or ‘smutty’:  She believes that sex is wonderful in all of its incarnations, and doesn’t shy away from graphic descriptions of realistic sexual experiences, no matter how messy.  Her writing is mainly in the ‘literary realism’ style – i.e., it is wild (even outrageous) … but could really happen to you!  She values openness in relationships, and demonstrates this through her characters.

Prior to becoming an author, Simone was a nurse.  One of her pet peeves is reading erotica that gets simple anatomy wrong!  She is continually bewildered by women who haven’t explored their own bodies.  Another pet peeve is the mostly hung-up Victorian society prevalent in the U.S. and U.K., and she tries to do her part to change that by introducing people to new sexual and sensual experiences through her erotic writing.  The activities in Simone’s books are quite realistic, as she has participated in most of these in ‘real life’, as surreal as it may seem.

Simone is currently completing the Experiences series, which will run an estimated 1,000,000 words!  That is why she refers to it as an ‘epic’ romance, although each volume is intended to stand on its own, with a ‘happy for now’ ending.  Experiences combines literary style and philosophical discussion by the characters with graphic portrayal of sex in all of its kinks and fetishes.  You may not like all of the things Simone’s characters do … but neither do they.  Their exploration of new experiences will hopefully motivate some readers to explore their own sexuality to a greater extent.

Simone loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to contact her.   In fact, she hopes you will feel ‘free’ sexually and spiritually, as well.  Please follow her on social media and her blog.  On her website, you may interact directly with the main characters in her books, including asking them questions in order to understand their perspectives in more depth.

 

You can sign up to her mailing list to learn about new releases, and take advantage of promotions.  All readers on the mailing list will be sent an excerpt from each of her next novels, prior to publication.

You can contact Simone at sf@simonefreier.com

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Book Excerpt The Women Who Love Rome

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We have all just finished brunch when I empty the remnants on my plate into the trash. I then place everyone’s dishes into the dishwasher and wipe down the table and kitchen counters.

“You guys want to come with me to Puppy Lane to look for Doggie?” India asks us.

“I would love to,” I say to her, “but I’m already late for work.”

“I’ll go with you,” Storm says.

“If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my office reading until my eyeballs pop out,” Rome says before heading into another room.

Storm and India are on their way out when I head upstairs to dress for work. It’s already one in the afternoon, and with so much planned for me at work, my boss would rather I come in late rather than not at all.

Dressed in my navy blue leggings, flip flops and a long white shirt, I grab my clutch purse and head out. Once I reach the outside and open my car door, I stop myself. It dawns on me that with Storm and India having gone searching for Doggie, Rome is alone in the house.

I am already a million hours late for work, but I can’t help spying on Rome before I go. This is a rare moment as Storm and India are always around.

Buzzing with curiosity and anticipation, I make a U-turn back into the house. With a smile on my face, I tip toe towards his office. His office door is open and his back is to me. He faces the window, sitting in his emperor-like chair, reading.

For two minutes, I stand in the doorway, watching him with an eye of adoration. My heart swells with a nervous elation. I’m breathing him, drinking him and consuming him. My want for this man seizes every ounce of my pride, shallowing my breath. Absorbing more of him, I massage my temples and slowly move my head from left to right. I’m wasted, wasted with lust. Then, I realize something. I’m jealous. I want him to target me the same way that he focuses on the script before him, but that’s not likely to happen.

Having enjoyed the view long enough, I am about to head out to work.

“I hear you breathing back that there, Thursday,” Rome says to me.

When I hear these words come from Rome’s mouth, I gasp and almost pee in my panties.

My breathing couldn’t possibly be that loud. Or could it?

And if so, how did he know that it was me and not anyone else?

Seeing that I have been found out, I step into his office. Rome swivels his chair around towards me. “You know stalking is illegal.”

“I wasn’t stalking you,” I say, knowing full well that is exactly what I was doing.

“What’s your term for it?” he asks me.

“I was just checking you out.”

My head must be harder than a brick because even after Rome denied me sex not more than 48 hours ago, I’m seriously considering asking him again.

Am I nuts?

Can I not take a hint or what?

I hoist myself up on the edge of his desk, cross my legs and allow my flip flops to fall to the floor. “So, what are you reading?” I ask him. My voice is innocent and light.

“A story about a personal assistant who instead of going to work, decides to stalk this movie producer.”

“I was not stalking you,” I say with a chuckle, hoping he might believe me though I know that he won’t.

“You believe what you want to believe,” Rome says, “And I’ll believe what is true.”

Rome smiles at me, and I’m bombarded with so much want that I might pass out. In this unofficial drunken state, I cannot resist the urge to be rejected one more time. “You want to go upstairs?” I ask him, my eyes glancing upwards.

“Upstairs?” he questions me as if he doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“Yeah,” I say, uncrossing my legs. “Don’t you want to take me upstairs and… put me in a coma?”

“Is that what you want?” he asks me, skeptical.

“Yeah. That’s what I want.”

At this moment, I want Rome to set his script down and escort me upstairs, but he says nothing. He strokes his chin. He is deep in thought.

“What do you think?” I ask him, hoping with everything in me that he might say yes. “Do you want to?”

“Yes, I want to,” he says easing back into this chair, “but I’m not going to.”

My mouth falls open in a frozen state.

Is he rejecting me again?

I slide off his desk, my eyes darting at him, mouth twisted. “Why do you have to be such a hard ass?” I say right before I storm out of his office.

About the Book

Title: The Women Who Love Rome

Author: London Tracy

Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction

Rome is a rich, successful movie producer, accustomed to having his way; Thursday is sweet, naive, and eager to please. When the two ex-lovers cross paths, it’s love at first sight all over again.

After an explosive reunion, Thursday learns that Rome now shares his home with two ladyloves and has every intention of making her his newest conquest. Together, they embark on a daring, unorthodox living arrangement that pushes the boundaries of lust, love, and the forbidden.

 

Author Bio

Avid journaler. Dog lover. People lover. Writer. Lover of children. I believe that there’s good and bad in all of us and that the people who like us choose to only focus on the good. I possess an insatiable curiosity about all things. I adore character driven movies and instrumental music that transports me to a place of nirvana. I believe that Leonardo DiCaprio is the most fascinating actor of all time. If I could write as well as he acts, I would be rich. What I love to do more than anything else is talk. The book that most reflects my personality is my novel, “The Women Who Love Rome,” which is available for free at Smashwords.com. Contact me at londontracy44@yahoo.

 

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Book Excerpt Sweet by Lisa Hahn

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A sharp knock sounded on the door, and Cat wondered who had come to complain to Simon about the part they’d been given. She’d been doing exactly that for six, long years.

Before Simon could respond, Dmitri Fedorov stepped into the room with a commanding presence and walked right past Cat as if she wasn’t even there. Normally, she’d be worried if the artistic director entered a room and didn’t acknowledge her. But this time, she wasn’t so concerned. It gave her the perfect opportunity to gawk at his tight ass in his worn jeans.

“How did everything go?” he asked in a deep, gravelly voice, forgoing a formal greeting and any pleasantries.

“Well enough.” Simon sat up straighter in his chair. A ballet god like Dmitri Fedorov wasn’t someone to be casual with, even if you were an assistant artistic director with a decent career of your own, like Simon. “They are pleased to have you on board, and they are anxious to start their season.”

Dmitri rested his cane against his leg and rubbed his palms together. “Hopefully they’re as eager to start as I am.”

“I’m sure they are.” Simon motioned to where Cat stood behind him. “In fact, Catherine came by to tell me how excited she is to tackle the role of Clara.”

At the mention of her name, Cat pried her eyes away from her new boss’s derriere just in time for him to turn around and face her. While she was careful to hide her appraisal of his body, Dmitri was not as shy. His gaze raked over her, examining her from the blunt tips of her pointe shoes to her brown hair wound into a neat bun. Self-consciously, she tugged at her powder blue wrap sweater.

She swallowed hard, feeling faint under his intense perusal.

“This Nutcracker is a very important show for me. It’s the start of my new career and my chance to prove myself.” He took a few steps toward her, stopping only a few inches from where she stood. “I’m counting on you.”

With that, he turned and left the room. Cat pulled her eyebrows together as she stared into his wake. Had Dmitri been sizing her up as a dancer or appreciating the way she looked in a leotard and tights? Was he trying to intimidate her with his “I’m counting on you” remark, or was he expressing the faith he had in her abilities?

About the Book

lh004-sweet-cover-v02-front-coverTitle: Sweet

Author: Lisa Hahn

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cat Brown spends the first six years of her career as one of the lowest-ranking members of the Bretton Falls Ballet. Despite the dancer’s undisputable talent, artistic director Lillian Smith insists Cat is too short for a leading role. When Lillian is forced to retire, world-renowned ballet dancer Dmitri Fedorov takes over and casts Cat as the premier performer in his first production with the company. Cat struggles to fend off a host of distractions as she prepares for the most important role of her career: the most insurmountable of which is her instant attraction to the new boss.

Dmitri, once known for his theatrical performances and womanizing proclivities, disappears into seclusion after a horrific car accident shatters his knee and renders him unable to dance. Looking to escape the constant reminders of how far he’s fallen, Dmitri escapes to Bretton Falls in hopes of elevating the small ballet company there to international prestige. The task proves to be more challenging than Dmitri had bargained for when his surprising interest in Cat Brown becomes fodder for gossip among the company.

Cat and Dmitri both have a lot riding on their upcoming production of The Nutcracker, knowing that their careers depend upon the outcome. However, the biggest challenge they face will be staying away from one another.

Author Bio

Lisa Hahn writes romance novels across multiple sub-genres. She’s interested in stories that take place in either small towns or strange worlds, and she strives to create honest, passionate characters her readers can relate to.

Currently, Lisa and her husband live in northern New Jersey with their two dogs (Jonas and Cassie) and their cat (Blueberry). When she’s not writing, Lisa can be found reading, practicing yoga, working out, watching professional wrestling, stitching a piece of embroidery, making/eating vegan food, and rooting for the Seattle Seahawks.

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Book Excerpt Sunset Reads: Damian & Layla

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As she hurried to the back of the tent, a hand reached out for her and pulled her into the bushes. Before she could let out a scream, her mouth was covered and a deep voice whispered in her ear. “Don’t scream. It’s me.”

She immediately recognized Damian’s voice and more so the feel of his body pressed against her back. He slowly turned her to face him, all the while making sure to keep her in his embrace.

Layla looked up at him with wide eyes, “What are you doing here?” she breathed. “You scared the crap out of me!” She smacked him in the arm with her purse.

“What are you doing here?” he returned.

“I work here.”

“What?”

“I’m Sunset Reads’ new PR Director.”

His brow furrowed at her news, and then his eyes traveled lower, down her throat, over her collarbone, to the low-cut of the dress and the tempting view of her full breasts. He swallowed hard and it took everything in him not to take her deeper into the park and have his way with her.

“What the hell are you wearing?” His voice came out deep and husky.

She looked down at herself, and realized that Damian had a lovely view straight down her dress. She quickly squirmed out of his grasp and took a step back. “It’s called a dress, and stop looking at me like that!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you look sexy as hell in that thing. It’s barely covering anything!”

Layla was grateful for the lack of light; that way Damian couldn’t see the bright blush on her cheeks. His eyes were all over her, but she secretly enjoyed the appreciation in them. It brought hot tingling sensations across her lower abdomen, and erased any semblance of Gus Schwartz’s dark leering glare.

She shook her head, trying to clear her lust-hazed thoughts and said slowly, “I asked you what you were doing here.”

He pressed a finger to her lips as a couple passed by and she stared at him with dark eyes. After a moment, he looked down at her. Seemingly distracted, he grazed her plump bottom lip with his thumb.

“I’m undercover,” he whispered.

A slight thrill ran up her spine and she looked around them into the dark night. “Are we in danger?”

“If Schwartz keeps staring at you like that he will be.”

“What do you care if he stares at me?”

“I care. I care a lot,” he said calmly but tightened his grip on her arms.

“You didn’t care for a whole year, Damian. What does it matter now?”

“Stay away from him, Layla, he’s not a good man.” He looked down at her once again, his eyes intense and his jaw held tight. After a long moment, he stepped around her preparing to leave.

“Wait!” she whispered, grabbing his arm.

He looked back at her, an eyebrow lifted, waiting.

She quickly released his arm. “Does William know about this?”

He shook his head. “No, and I prefer to keep it that way for now.”

“What? You have to tell him. He’s about to do business with him!”

She now had his full attention. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “They were just talking about it. William wants Skyline to manage the technological advances at Sunset Reads. We’ve set up a meeting.”

We’ve?” he asked

“I’m the Director, Damian. Who else is going to be his contact if not me?”

Damian frowned. “I’ll talk with William, but you… I need you to remain as far away from Schwartz as possible.”

She looked behind her towards the party. “I had a feeling he couldn’t be trusted. Tell me,” she turned back to Damian, “what did he do?”

Damian shook his head, looking off into the distance as if in thought. “Nothing that can be proven yet, but I have a feeling he’s connected to someone big. Someone who can hurt William and Cristina.”

“Damian?”

He looked at her. “Just do your job and forget I was here.” He quickly went back to the party, leaving Layla alone.

“If you only knew how hard that is,” she whispered in the empty space.

About the Book

damian-layla-book-coverTitle: Sunset Reads: Damian & Layla

Author: D.C. Triana

Genre: Romantic Suspense

One year.

It’s been one year since Agent Damian Trent left for Washington without a word.

One year since he’s seen her beautiful face.

One year since he’s heard his name on her lips.

He’s been recently called back to New York City on assignment, to catch a criminal who’s trying to infiltrate Sunset Reads. The last thing he expects is to work side by side with the woman he turned his back on.

Having her close is an unwanted distraction that he’s more than willing to ignore, if only she wasn’t so damn tempting.

Everything seems under control, until a night of feverish passion has him abandoning all thoughts of reason. Now, he will do everything in his power to get her back, and even more so to protect her.

Layla Reece wants nothing to do with the man who left her a year ago.

The man who took her heart with him, leaving her broken.

After a year of trying to forget Damian Trent, she is finally ready to move on.

But trying to forget him becomes a tedious task when he suddenly reappears in her life.

Although she fights to stay away, his magnetism is too strong and she finds herself giving into the deep timbre of his voice, and the strength and safety of his arms.

Staying away from Damian turns out to be futile, especially when his kisses consume her and his heart shatters the walls she spent so much time building.

Finding herself in danger, she now has to turn to the only man she trusts to keep her safe, but can she trust him enough to give him her heart once again?

Author Bio

D.C. Triana is a new romance author and novelist. She was born in raised in New York  and is currently residing in Florida. Last March, Her dream of publishing a romance novel came true with, Sunset Reads: William & Cristina. The novel is currently holding a 4.5 star rating on Amazon as well as GoodReads. She is excited to announce her second novel in the series, Sunset Reads: Damian & Layla, releasing on December 26, 2016.

When she is not delving into her hopeless romantic thoughts, she is expanding her experiences and travelling around the world. She also will not miss an episode of the Walking Dead, has an obsession with Superman, and has watched Pride and Prejudice at least ten times. An avid fan of all types of music and dancing; she enjoys cuddling up with her puppy Obi, and helping new authors like herself. You can visit her at http://www.dctriana/com, or be part of her newsletter where you can take part in giveaways, receive updates on upcoming storylines, and get reviews on hot new titles. Sign up for her Newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/bXH-P9

 

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Book Excerpt Fool Me Twice

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Now came the tricky part—the buttons. Thankfully, the Lord had blessed Angelica with a particularly long set of fingers and, despite the tiniest of buttons and the difficult positioning on the inside of her petticoat, she soon had the compartment undone. She folded the notes and laid them flat in the pocket so that they would lie unseen against her body for the journey home.

She was just fastening the last button when she heard the door open. Her raven-haired head shot up, and her large eyes darted in the direction of the intruder. No one had ever entered when she had been in here alone before. What was Mr. Russell thinking? He always left her in peace until she left of her own accord.

So shocked was she, she failed to remove her foot from its perch on the bookshelf and cover herself before a gentleman entered—a gentleman that was not Mr. Russell. At least, that is if you could call the man who entered a gentleman at all. The man in question practically fell into the room, sloshing the tankard of ale in his hand and taking more than a few seconds to find his footing.

Angelica watched with horrified fascination as the tousled hair escaping the pathetic ribbon at the back of his neck flicked up and down while he gained his balance. For a moment she wondered if he would merely stumble back out again, quite unaware of her presence. But fortune would not smile upon Angelica a second time tonight.

In spite of his graceless entrance and obvious inebriation, the man’s eyes were exceedingly quick. As he righted himself, they made contact with a heeled shoe, a pleasingly long leg beneath the flimsiest of materials, and a gathering of skirts. His eyes continued their journey upwards, over her bodice, her neck, and then they stilled at those indefinable blue eyes.

In the odd pause that followed, a cat-like smile slowly unfurled across the young man’s face. Angelica threw down her skirts and stepped back.

“I say…” was all the gentleman offered. He half-raised the tankard as if in salute, and Angelica could only be thankful that he had knocked the door shut during his imbalance. Or was she thankful? She took another step back, hitting the paneling of the wall.

She did not recognize the man, but he was undeniably handsome. Aware that she was looking him over, his boyish face gained a mischievousness. His green eyes twinkled merrily at her, lingering—to her utter infuriation—on her lips. He stumbled towards a book-lined wall and rested an unsteady elbow upon one of the shelves, leaning jauntily on one leg and most clearly making himself at home.

“I say…” he repeated himself, but he did not move towards her as Angelica had feared.

Her wits finally returning, she put some ice into her stare. “You say what, sir?”

About the Book

fool-me-twice-philippa-jane-keyworthTitle: Fool Me Twice

Author: Philippa Jane Keyworth

Genre: Historical Romance

In the gaming hells of eighteenth century London, orphan Caro Worth is leading a double life. By day she plays a proper gentlewoman on the lookout for a wealthy husband. By night she plays the infamous Angelica, her fictional half-sister with a talent for cards and an ability to finance the life her respectable self has built. An introduction to a rich Marquis brings marriage and security within Caro’s grasp…until the arrival of the unpredictable and totally ineligible Mr. Tobias Felton.

Dismayed by Felton’s persistent appearances, shocking frankness, and enigmatic green eyes, Caro watches helplessly as he comes closer than anyone to guessing her secret, but when complete and utter ruin threatens, she finds that Felton’s suspicions just might become her salvation. As the walls she has built to protect herself crumble down around her, Caro learns that no matter how careful your plans, life and love have a habit of falling quite spectacularly out of control!

 

Author Bio

author-pic-keyworthPhilippa Jane Keyworth, known to her friends as Pip, has been writing since she was twelve in every notebook she could find. Originally trained as a horse-riding instructor, Philippa went on to become a copywriter before beginning a degree in History. A born again Christian, Philippa lives in the south of England with her handsome husband.

Philippa has always written stories and believes that, since it is one of her loves and passions, she always will. In her early writing career, she dabbled in a variety of genres, but it was the encouragement of a friend to watch a film adaptation of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice that began her love affair with the British Regency. Since then, she has watched every Regency film and TV series she could get her hands on and become well acquainted with Georgette Heyer’s novels which gave her the inspiration to write her own.

Both as a reader and a writer, Philippa believes it is important to escape into a world you yourself would want to live in. This is why she writes stories that will draw you into the characters’ joys and heartaches in a world apart from our own. Her debut novel, The Widow’s Redeemer (Madison Street Publishing, 2012), is a traditional Regency romance bringing to life the romance between a young widow with an indomitable spirit and a wealthy viscount with an unsavory reputation. The novel has been received well by readers and reviewers who have praised the heartfelt story and admirable characters. Her second novel, The Unexpected Earl (Madison Street Publishing, 2014), explores another romance in the Regency era when an impetuous young woman has her life turned upside down by the reappearance of the earl who jilted her six years ago. Her third novel, Fool Me Twice (Madison Street Publishing, 2016), is a Georgian romance that has just been released.

So, what are you waiting for? Get swept away into another time with characters you will learn to love, and experience Britain in the 18th century and Regency like never before.

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