We don’t get strong overnight. For most of us it takes time. Strength isn’t measured by how high and fast our walls go up, but how easily we can watch them fall.Release Date: January 15th, 2016JesseI admit, I didn’t think much of Charlie at first. She was rounder than the girls who usually caught my eye. Not my type. But when I saw her sitting in that booth alone, for the first time something in my mind or my instincts or my heart told me to join her.She defied me.She challenged me.She gave me hope.Before I knew it, moving forward was my only option.CharlieI couldn’t tell you when it happened, but it had to have been a gradual change; I never moved too quickly.If someone would have told me earlier that year what I was going to go through, I wouldn't have believed them.Jesse was so different from anyone I’d met before. And everyone I’ve met since. He sucked all the life out of me, in the best—and worst—ways.We don’t get strong overnight. For most of us it takes time. Strength isn’t measured by how high and fast our walls go up, but how easily we can watch them fall.
Warning: This book contains material that might be a trigger for some readers. Abuse and rape are implied, but not described in detail. Discretion is advised.EXCERPT
“Play the fucking game. It’s supposed to be fun. And you’re killing my buzz!”
I exhaled. “Fine. Dare.” I cringed, wishing I could take it back. But before I could say anything, she’d already spit it out.
“Take off all of your clothes and jump in the water.”
My jaw dropped and my eyes popped out of their sockets. “Fuck you. Nuh-uh.”
We sat in a stare-down for at least thirty seconds.
“Dude. You totally chose dare.” Angie snickered.
I waited for the shakes to come. I anticipated my fear getting the best of me, and that any minute my head would begin to spin.
But they didn’t come.
Karal winked at me and nudged her chin out toward the beach. “It’s dark. No one will see you. The closest house is too far and I haven’t heard them all weekend. I don’t even think they’re home.”
I swallowed and tugged on my lip. The night air suddenly chilled, and I rubbed my arms for warmth. Karal smiled and mouthed the words you’re beautiful, and I frowned at how ungrateful I was for the compliment.
Angie wouldn’t relent, I knew that. But I also knew that at any point I could just walk away from the fire and resign for the evening. I didn’t have to play their little game.
Or I could’ve just pulled up my big girl panties—errr, pulled them down—and had it over and done with in less than five minutes. I certainly had enough alcohol in my system to make the task bearable, so maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.
“Fine,” I said, my stomach shuddering with turns and flips. I got to my feet and walked slowly to the beach, removing my shirt as I went. Then one by one, I unclasped each hook on the back of my bra. But by the time I removed it, I was out of their sight. I could barely see the sand under my feet, let alone thirty feet in front of me. From their vantage point, I doubt they could even make out my silhouette.
When I reached the edge of the water, I stripped off my jeans and underpants, letting them rest next to a large boulder so I’d know where to find them when I returned.
“You go girl!” Angie shouted, and I lowered myself into the shallow waters of Lake Mille Lacs, keeping my middle finger above my head in case she could see it.
The moon shone down on my pale skin. Even with the sun I’d gotten that afternoon, I still looked like a ghost. The reflections danced around me, my ears trying to pick up on any tiny sound or sudden movement in the trees.
It was lonely out there, and a little scary too. It had been more than ten years since anyone had seen my flesh, and I was surprised to see how well I handled it. The booze helped.
My belly held a large bulge, and my thighs weren’t even close to having a gap. I still felt my double chin every time I spoke, and I saw the way Jesse looked at me. I wasn’t even remotely on his radar. But I was moving forward, doing something about it. I could at least applaud myself for my efforts.
The stars began to sparkle, and I couldn’t help but stare. But the realization struck me:
I was drunk.
In a lake.
Naked.
Smart. Really smart. Get your ass back to the fire.
I laughed and got up, gathering my clothes on the way back. By the time I got there, I’d managed to get my tee back on. I slipped on my panties just as Karal turned her head.
“Where’s Ang?” I asked, sliding one leg into my jeans.
“She had to pee. How was the water?”
“Surprisingly warm,” I said, trying to maneuver my bra underneath my T-shirt. The old high school locker room trick never failed. Under the shirt, clasp, twist, and slip the arms through. Piece of cake.
“Oooo. I might have to go for a swim!” Karal said.
I smiled and heard Angie rustling through the grass. “Charlie? Oh, Charlie?”
I turned to Angie’s voice, but I couldn’t see her yet. The glare from the fire was too harsh and Angie was back by the cabin where there was little light.
“You better be naked or in your swimsuit,” I shouted. “Because I’m dragging your ass to the lake and throwing you in!”
“Put your clothes on, Charlie. You’ve got company,” Angie sang.
My brow furrowed and I looked down to my shirt. “What are you talking about?” I laughed, remembering our conversation from the night prior. “Did you pick up the pizza delivery guy?”
Angie came into the light of the fire, her face twisted into a frown. “You could say that.”
“Oh yeah?” I opened the cooler and took out a beer.
“Yeah.” Angie’s voice sounded hoarse, and I looked up again just as she stepped aside.
Approaching the fire, the faces became clearer.
“Ladies, Jesse Anders has joined the party,” Angie snarled.
And I dropped my beer.
About the author:
Amalie Silver resides in Minnesota with her husband, two toddlers, and German Short-haired Pointer, Saba.
She consumes approximately three pots of coffee a day, and credits this for her survival over the past decade.When not completely consumed in her writing, she can be found taking road trips to northern Minnesota, engaging in fierce Scrabble games, or reading a good book. She’s a sucker for all romance genres, literary fiction, and psychological fiction.
Jan 12, 2016
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RELEASE BOOST - Innuendos by V. Kelly
Title: Innuendos
Series: It Had 2 B U #1
Author: V. Kelly
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 8, 2016
Blurb
She wants him to squeeze her melons . . .
He wants her to hold his wood . . .
Max is the sole reason Breezy can’t keep a boyfriend. Every boyfriend she has ever had breaks up with her the moment they meet him. It’s not because of his eight-pack, or his panty shredding smile, no, the reason Breezy remains single is because Max is her best friend and also her roommate.
When Breezy’s new boyfriend dumps her after meeting Max for the first time, Breezy is determined to cure her boyfriend woes by challenging Max to a bet after a night of drunken dancing: she can’t click her mouse, he can’t wrestle his snake, and neither one can say the word sex or they lose. It was a simple game of abstinence, until Max decides to tempt Breezy into a hilarious game of innuendos. Now the only thing harder than Max’s “wood”, is figuring out just where their friendship lies after all bets are off.
One thing’s for certain . . . All’s fair in sex, love, and Innuendos.
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Excerpt
“Did you touch my panties?” she accuses.
“Excuse me?” I ask innocently.
“My panties did you touch them?”
This couldn’t go more perfectly than if she was a dummy and I was a ventriloquist. “I’m still not following. I usually ask permission before fondling undergarments.”
“You’re incorrigible, I’m serious, Max. Did you touch my panties?”
“How were your panties touched?”
“You know exactly how they were touched, because you were the one touching them.”
“It would help if you were a little more specific on how I touched your panties.”
“You shoved them to the side.”
“I did?” It’s so hard not to laugh.
“You shoved them to the side and stuck your penis in between them.”
Now I’m giggling. This is going perfectly. “I think I would remember if I shoved your panties to the side and stuck my penis anywhere.”
Obviously she’s too sleepy to get the hilarity of this conversation because her face is angry red. She stomps back into her room and comes back out with the bright green dildo I left in her drawer.
“See I have your penis in my hands! You stuck it my drawer after shoving my panties to the side.”
Now I’m laughing hysterically.
“What?” she asks angrily. “You have no idea how hot this conversation is, do you?”
Finally, she wakes up. “You just won’t stop will you?”
“Stop what?”
“Trying to win the bet. You’ve gone to the dark side, Max. This bet has made you officially lose it.”
“How so?”
“You’ve resorted to touching my panties.”
I grin. “Well, if I have to resort to something, touching panties is at the top of my list.”
Author Bio
V. Kelly grew up in Reno, Nevada, but now lives in Watonga, Oklahoma, with her husband and two beautiful kids. Always a writer, it was only a matter of time before the stories in her head escaped and became available for the world to read. She is a lover of frogs, otters, all things green, reading books about compelling relationships, and spending time with her family.
Author LinksGIVEAWAYThere is a giveaway for a 7 " Kindle Fire with Newsprint Case and 70 ebooks
For the first time release blitz
Book blitz Good-bye, with Love by Niquel
Title: Good-bye, with Love
Author: Niquel
Genre: Young Adult/New Adult
Release Date: January 15, 2016
Blurb
Have you ever wished you could have something so bad, even though you knew it was forbidden?
Jonathan Gates was just that—forbidden. He was everything I could ever want in a man: charming, a great listener, open-minded, and funny. It also didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes.
We'd been through a lot together: breakups, makeups, firsts, lasts, and anything else you can imagine. I was once told he was my soul mate, but I refused to believe that.
I didn't want to love him. I didn't want to fall for him because...he was my best friend!
But I did, and I fell for him hard. I was in love with my best friend, and it was time he knew how I really felt.
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Author Bio
Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.
When she’s not busy writing or creating graphics, she’s taking care of her two little girls. Or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other.
Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.
You can contact her on her website or Facebook.Author Links
Obsession by Kat Shehata #BEP #ReleaseBlitz @KatShehata
Book Title: Obsession (Russian Tattoos)Author: Kat ShehataGenre: New Adult/Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: January 12, 2016Hosted by: Book Enthusiast PromotionsFalling in love isn’t a crime—but falling in love with a Russian mob boss could be deadly.Competitive tennis player Carter Cook wants a taste of freedom. Her overprotective father monitors every aspect of her life, so when he becomes employed by Vladimir Ivanov –a sexy Russian with an array of tattoos and an accent that weakens her knees—a taste of danger is within Carter’s grasp. Behind her father's back, she enjoys spending time with Vladimir at his lavish estate. But is he really the upstanding businessman she believes him to be?Vladimir Ivanov—godfather of a Russian mafia crime ring.Vladimir spent five years of his life in a Siberian prison camp and has earned every tattoo inked into his skin. He is a powerful man who gets what he wants, and after stalking the gorgeous tennis player for years—he wants Carter. A little charm melts her heart, and behind the scenes, he orders his henchman to track her every move.He’s a tattooed stick of dynamite ready to blow at the slightest spark.As their romance reaches deadly levels, Carter senses something’s not right. When she’s lured into a compromising position at the hands of a shady European drug dealer, she calls in Boris, Vladimir’s right hand man, to rescue her—without telling Vladimir. With his authority questioned, he sets out to teach Carter a lesson about loyalty she’ll never forget.When Carter realizes she's in too deep, she must fight for her freedom before the attraction turns fatal. But the Russian bratva plays for keeps, and Vladimir’s fierce lust to possess her spirals their romance out of control.
“No way. Promise you won’t rat me out to Dad.” I jumped in front of him and blocked my bedroom door, as if I could stop him. “He’ll be so ticked. Probably madder at you than me, and trust me, you don’t want to see him angry.”Vladimir crossed his arms and studied my freaked out, arms-stretched-across-the-doorframe-stance. “You think I am afraid of your papa?”“Of course not, but why do you want to provoke him? Everything’s fine. If he finds out, he’ll never let me see you again—please, I need you.”Vladimir peeled my fingers off the doorframe, held my wrists, brought my arms down. He kissed my cheeks, but not in the usual way. His warm lips lingered on my skin while he massaged the nape of my neck. The closeness of our bodies and the heat emanating from his skin caused a groan to escape from my lips. Vladimir rubbed warm circles on my back and whispered Russian words in my ear to soothe me.“What does it mean?” I whispered.“Something good.”Blood rushed down there. I wanted to tackle him on my bed and run my fingers through his sexy hair and touch his chest and feel the warmth of his lean, muscular body. Lately, I’d felt The Urge. Right or wrong, Vladimir lit my sexual fire. It wasn’t his body or his incredible blue eyes, it was how he made me feel—like the important person in his universe.“What kind of good?” I laid my hand on his chest and snuck my finger inside his shirt to touch his skin. I traced the outline of the devil tat with my fingernail. Vladimir inhaled sharply, excited by my touch. I unbuttoned the top button of his shirt—He lowered my hand. “Your papa will be home soon.” He left the house a minute before Dad turned into the driveway. I replayed the day’s events from his smoldering eyes, to his strong embrace, to the taunting words: “Oh, Carter is that what I am, your boss?”What did he want to be? My friend? Boyfriend? Lover?
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