Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Blog Tour: The Do-Over by Julie A. Richman

The Do-Over, an all-new emotional, second chance STANDALONE romance by Julie A. Richman is now LIVE!!

~ Sometimes, one degree is all that separates you from the one you were meant to be with. ~

Wes Bergman was sex on a stick.

We’d been circling one another our entire lives, mingling at the same clubs... attending the same events…sharing mutual acquaintances…yet we’d never actually met.

Until . . . we both boarded a Windjammer Cruise in the Caribbean. And it was like meeting my long, lost best friend for the first time. I hadn’t ever connected with a guy that way before.

But Wes had a girlfriend. So, when the week was over, he walked off the ship, unknowingly taking a piece of my heart with him.

Now, over a decade later, newly divorced, I’m the proverbial fish out of water. Dating has totally changed. Apps. Swipe left. Swipe right. Catfishing. Men my age want two things: twenty-five-year-olds—like my ex’s new child bride of a wife—or just a quick hook-up.

After a string of bad dates, I finally did something I never thought I’d do. I had a hot one-night stand with a really handsome guy I met online who didn’t even know my real name.

Turned out Mr. Fling is a big shot for my company’s newest client. And just my

luck, that client’s CEO is none other than . . . Wes Bergman.

Now I’m separated by one degree again from the man who stole my heart.

And Mr. Fling could destroy my chance of what I want most –

A Do-Over with Wes.

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His hand slowly stroking up and down the outside of my thigh is what roused me from my dream state. It was so soft and tender that I was getting more and more turned on with every movement. With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the sensation. It wasn’t until his lips started brushing my shoulder, that I was unable to stifle a moan, revealing that I was awake. “Good morning,” his whisper was hoarse. “Mmm, good morning.” I stretched my body against his and turned my head to see his face hovering over mine, before our lips met. “Sleep good?” “Surprisingly, I did. I was so exhausted. Sorry for passing out on you last night,” I apologized. “I think we both passed out the moment our heads hit the pillows.” Wes’ hand had migrated from my thigh to my stomach, where he softly drew circles with his fingertips. Rolling over to face him, I pushed my hair out of the way, silently praying my humidity enhanced curls didn’t make me look like a deranged housewife, scaring the erection right out of the man. Slinging a leg over his thigh, I instantly got my answer. The crazy morning coif was not a cock killer. Thank God! “You’re a morning person, I see.” Hiding my smile was not a possibility. “Yeah, I am,” Wes laughed, moving closer to me, his eyes filled with the unmistakable desire to become lovers, something I’d dreamed about on the deck of a windjammer long ago. “You can wake me up like this anytime.” I needed to let him know it was okay. He’d said he’d take it as slow as I wanted it and what I wanted right now was a slow rhythm of him plowing into me. Hard. “Are you hard to wake up?” He was pressed up against me. “I think you’ll figure out the secrets to rousing me.” “You’ve already figured out the secrets to arousing me.” His voice still had that sexy edge of morning roughness to it, making me want to skip all foreplay and have him inside me. “I’ll bet you have a few more secrets I can discover,” I said against his lips, as I shifted the leg I had slung over him, pressing my heat and wetness against his already throbbing cock. Wes groaned and I could feel his smile against my lips. “You know you’re going to make it impossible to make slow, sweet love to you.” “Good, because I don’t want it slow and sweet.” Wes flipped me onto my back, “I can easily accommodate your wishes. Are you on anything or do I need to…” “We’re good,” I assured him. “Yes, we are.” He kissed my neck, then swiftly pulled my tank top over my head tossing it to the floor. “We’re going to be really good together. Of that, I have no doubt.” And I knew he was right. Being with this man had been so perfect from the night we met. We meshed with ease and the result was pure joy. The warmth in his eyes and smile made my breath catch, and in that moment, I was flooded with overwhelming emotion at how much I wanted him. How much I’d always wanted him. It was more than lust, beyond the heat of the moment. Wes Bergman was the man I had always wanted, from the night we met. That was clear to me now. “I vote we skip the foreplay.” I wriggled out of my underwear. “You’re on.” His smile told me he was taking on the challenge. “You’re in,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, surprised at the swiftness with which he filled my request. an-thedo-over

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USA Today Bestselling author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.

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Monday, January 30, 2017

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Flightless by L. Duarte

Title: Flightless

By: L. Duarte

Publication Date: January 23, 2017

Publisher: LD Publishing LLC

Genre: Romance

Cover Designer: Okay Creations

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Everyone has a story. Mine went like this: Once upon a time, I met a boy. He was the most handsome fella in the land. I fell in love. Together, we had cosmic chemistry. I believed I would live a life of unending bliss. Until he broke my heart. Shattered it to pieces. And I lived unhappily ever after instead. The end. Or so I thought. Life found a way to reunite us. But to change that unhappy ending, I had to learn how to forgive. And my heart seemed unable to do so. This is a love story. But it is also, much more. It’s the story of how I coped with my shortcomings, my fears and rewrote my destiny. Everyone has a story. This is mine.

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Chapter One

I stepped back. Not literally, just figuratively. I did that with every concert. I allowed my mind’s eyes to hover over me and my fans while I analyzed and dissected the unique relationship between us.

As I watched the multitude of people—a beautiful kaleidoscope of different races and social statuses—my heart, in utter bliss, roared.

The audience held their hands upwards as if in an offering or a request. I never knew which. In perfect synchrony, their arms rolled in waves like the swaying of a stormy sea. Their voices cried out my name, and the smell of their sweat and the heat of their mingled bodies emanated from them, unfurling to me like the sweet perfume of incense.

I held the mic near my motionless lips and stared at them. At that moment, I became one with thousands. At that moment, I took back from the crowd all the energy I had fed them. And their vibe made me high and drunk. It was my personal Nirvana. The kind of rapture that can only be attained through uttermost intimacy. A oneness I had only felt with one other person. A person who had severed that connection and shattered my heart into a million shards of pain.

I worshiped them as they adored me. The exchange of atomic energy contained nuclear power. I was drained from giving. They were wasted from receiving. But we were both impossibly happy and satisfied.

My motionless lips finally moved, uttering the final words for the night. The parting words. “Good night, Sydney!” I waved a hand back at them. “You looked beautiful tonight. All forty thousand of you.”

I bowed. They deserved my reverence. People had spent their time camped outside the venue waiting for a closer glance at me. They had spent their precious earned money to see my performance. They were worthy of my respect and gratitude.

Another wave of a hand. A kiss. Another bow. And I was out. Another show was done. Eight more to go.

I jogged backstage and gave the mic to Jeremy, my makeup artist, in exchange for a bottled water. He opened a portable case containing all the potions that would quickly improve my appearance for the meet and greet.

Before I took a swig from the bottle, Clara, my assistant, brusquely interrupted my post-concert ritual. She snatched the bottle from my hand and returned it to a confused Jeremy. “Gray. With me,” she demanded, grabbing my elbow and urging me toward my changing room.

I glanced back at the stunned face of Jeremy. It was time for meet and greet with the VIP’s. I needed to freshen up. My makeup had all but melted under the stage lights.

Once inside the privacy of the room, I demanded, “What’s going on?”

She raised a finger and said, “Wait.”

I opened my mouth to protest. Instead, I swallowed the words. Clara was usually a chatterbox; her clipped words quickly clued me in that something was seriously wrong.

As I waited, Clara dialed a number on her phone. Her silence became as unnerving as the red glare of an alarm light.

“Betty, I have Gray,” Clara said. Wordlessly, she shoved the device in my hand. The door closed with a thud after she exited in a flurry of silent drama.

“Mama?” I asked holding the phone to my ear.

“Hey, Puppy,” Mama said in a soft, almost regretful tone.

“What’s going on?” I asked. Silence filled the other end of the line, only increasing my concern. Mama knew I had just left the stage. She followed my tour from home. Minute by minute. It was unusual for her to call me so soon following a show.

“How was, um, the, um, concert?” she asked.

“Mama, did you call me to ask how the show went?” I furrowed my brows and every hair on my body stood at attention. Mama knew my routine during a tour. After a performance, I had a brief meet with fans and then I would go on hours of silence to rest my vocal cords. Although she knew she could call me at any time, she never called until at least ten hours following a show.

“Mama?” I prodded after a long silence.

“I have cancer,” she said bluntly.

The phone connection was perfect. No static. But Mama’s words hummed in my ear with a tunnel-like quality. Distorted, altered, garbled. My mind, however, had remained sharp and alert. Without much thought and after a brief pause, I uttered the words, “I’m coming home.” I hadn't said those words in over a decade. Somehow, they didn't taste as foreign as I had imagined they would.

***

“Gray,” I said. The word hovered on my tongue, saturating my taste buds with an acrid taste. “Gray,” I repeated, letting it roll off my tongue. I did that a lot. It was my name.

Often, I mused about my name. It hadn’t been given to me because it was fashionable. Nevertheless, it had a history. My history.

When I was little, I liked to fancy its origin. The sky, I would think, was painted gray the day I was born. I loved the theory. The unattainability of the infinite mass of gray made it a great namesake. Whenever gray clouds hovered in the sky, I would lay on my back and stare at them, dreaming that when I grew up, I would build an enormous ladder, climb it, and touch the gray painted dome. It was all, of course, a foolish child’s dream, born out of vain imagination. I wasn’t born during the day, nor was the sky gray. And it was most definitely not the inspiration behind the choosing of my name.

I was born in a graveyard. Serene Hills Cemetery, it was called, though its surface was flat. It was a fall night, October 20^th, approximately 11 pm.

They found me covered in vernix. I used the term ‘they’ loosely. A dog found me. A female German Shepherd mix that went by the name of Sunshine. Her fur was golden. Shiny like sun rays. I had a newspaper cut-out of her. It’s black and white, but it described her that way. In the shot, she looked straight at the camera, two vivid round eyes dotting a long and alert face. She had the knowing stare of someone who was aware she had done a good deed.

Obviously, I don’t recall the details surrounding my birth. I was an infant. But I had Mama tell me the story so many times, which after a while, the images ingrained in my brain like the roots of a tree embedded in the fertile soil. They became so real in my imagination that it felt as if they were my recollections.

I was a born a preemie. Weak, small, and blotchy-faced. I was skin and bones with a mop of black spiky hair, and a bad case of a cold.

A miracle, they called me. But I knew I was no wonder. I happened to have the perfect concoction of healthy lungs and a loud cry. These, and the sharp canine sense of hearing and smelling had saved me. I didn’t believe in miracles. Not anymore.

When they found me, decay from the trees covered the ground on a fascinating palette of colors—an array of red, yellow, purple, brown, orange, golden, bronze.

I used to question why the leaves change colors and fall off the branches. According to a scientific explanation, leaves are a weak and feeble part of a plant. So, before the weather gets severely cold, the trees should toughen up to protect themselves. Or simply dispose of the leaves, the weak part.

Personally, I believe they turn colors before falling as revenge. A personal vendetta. And for that I applaud them. They turn their death into a poetic and alluring sight. That line of thought made me believe death was beautiful. It fascinated me. It’s more interesting than birth, although similar.

I had been abandoned under a pile of dead foliage. According to the police investigation, it appeared my birth mother had buried me under the leaves. Hid me. Like a criminal attempting to cover its tracks. Supposedly, I spent the night under a cocoon of leaves. The tree’s decay was soaked with blood and amniotic fluid.

According to Sunshine’s owner, they were walking on the sidewalk by the cemetery when she heard a whizzing sound. Sunshine’s owner discarded the noise as being the cry of squirrels.

Sunshine didn’t. At odds with her sweet nature, she became agitated and broke loose. She squeezed through a small gap in the fence and disappeared between the gravestones, leaving her owner in a frenzy.

Less than a minute later, Sunshine returned. Her mouth muzzled around my small waist, my umbilical cord dragging, rattling the decayed leaves.

I found my story fascinating, unique. Or so I told myself whenever I got teased at school.

The hospital staff called me the Graveyard Miracle. Soon after, Gray for short. It stuck.

I spent three months in the hospital. That’s where Mama worked. The graveyard shift. She fed me. She bathed me. She caressed my skin. “My heart had not a chance. It fell madly in love with you,” she said, whenever she told me my story. Her pale hand, dotted with freckles, caressing my black, straight hair.

When I became her child officially, she quit the night job. “I had brought home my very own Graveyard Miracle.”

She found a day job at a pediatric clinic, occasionally helping at the hospital for extra income. She continued working at the clinic throughout my childhood, adolescence, and after I left home. She remained there until cancer said, “No more.” Until cancer said, “I want your time. From now on, you are going to dedicate every waking hour to me. I’m egocentric. I want it all. I want your flesh and the total sum of your soul.”

That’s why I was there, sitting in the back of a limousine Clara had rented to pick me up from JFK airport and take me home.

“When should I schedule your flight to LA?” she had asked. “Only a one-way ticket for now,” I responded.

32 Lorelai Lane, my childhood home. It was a small Victorian-style house, built in 1929. The colorful foliage of a maple tree and an oak tree framed the dwelling as if it was extracted from the pages of a fairy tale book. When I was little, I used to fancy my house was lovely. The most enchanting place in all realms. Staring at the house, I discovered that I still thought that. It was the most magical place in the world because it was the place that humans refer to it as ‘home’. And home is a thing of fairy tales. Rare and pure.

The car door was wide open, awaiting me. I climbed out. The driver stood straight as a pole. His hands perfectly folded in front of him, his face impassive. I wondered how long he had stood there, waiting for me, questioning my sanity. The luggage was lined up at the front porch. His face remained expressionless when I pulled a generous tip from my purse and handed it to him. “Thank you,” I murmured.

He drove off, the sound of the engine trailing off into the quiet street. It was late at night. The crisp air smelled of burnt wood and autumn, reminiscent of bonfires and fireplaces.

I crossed the stone path leading to the front steps.

The hinges of the front door squeaked, and Mama slowly appeared as light spilled out from inside the house. She leaned against the doorframe, cocked her head, her eyes fixed on me. She knew me so well. She knew I needed the time.

I peered up, carefully examining Mama’s face. It had been only two months since I had last seen her, but she appeared decades older. Even under the porch’s pale yellowed light, I could detect the lines circling her mouth. Small bags sagged under her eyes, and her plump skin appeared loose, dripping like melting wax. Her hair showed inches of gray and her usual square and proud shoulders were smaller, fragile. But what got my attention the most were her eyes. Their vivid green had turned opaque.

The grief and sorrow in her stare set my feet in motion, and I climbed the steps.

When mama stepped forward, the old wooden floor groaned and creaked under her feet. She came to a halt at the top of the stairs. Her lips curved into a small smile, and her arms spread open in an inviting hug.

As I stepped forward, my legs felt wobbly with the weight of so many years of absence.

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Friday, January 27, 2017

Release Blitz: Perfect Strangers by Abby Gale

Perfect Strangers

By: Abby Gale

Release Date: January, 27th

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Melody

How did my life get so complicated? Going to my ex-boyfriend’s party seemed like a good idea to prove I moved on. And that’s where I saw him –the stranger with the perfect amount of cocksure promises. So I took everything he offered, every delicious inch. It’s just that I wasn’t completely aware of the entire package.

Kellan

How did my life get so perfect? Sure, I’m a complete package and I know how to use my assets. I’m never lonely and the ladies drop to their knees for a night with me. I know what you’re thinking –I’m a manwhore, well, you’re right, but I’m always honest with my one night stands - there’s never an encore But now I must get my game on because there's much more at stake than I could have imagined.

For one night, we surrendered to our desires and it was sublime. But then our worlds unexpectedly collided once again. What are the odds?

EXCERPT

“Wait… I don’t even know your name,” I panted.

He gave me a lopsided grin before licking his bottom lip in a hypnotizing way. Finally, he rewarded me with an answer: “My name depends on who you are.”

“What does that mean?”

“Women generally call me God,” he started before adding fake woman moan, “Oh God, please let me come. Oh God, yes… right there.”

I tried to stop my laugh, rolling my eyes instead, “What about men? What do they call you?”

“Bastard, asshole… you name it,” he shrugged.

“You’re confusing me,” I started, smiling at him to let him know I was teasing. “What should I call you if I agree to go with you?” I added.

“When you agree to leave this club with me you can call me ‘stranger’ till I become your God,” he whispered into my ear before peppering kisses on the sensitive skin under my ear.

I nodded my head, letting him guide me toward the exit.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Abby Gale is an international author. She is an avid reader, former blogger, and a pharmacist. She writes whatever storyline sucks her in, but mostly her books will be erotica with some darkness in it.

Her debut novel Violet is an erotica-suspense with ménage relationship.

Her novella One Night Only is a short read based on a true story.

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Thursday, January 26, 2017

Release Blitz: The Do-Over by Julie A. Richman

The Do-Over, an all-new emotional and sexy STANDALONE by Julie A. Richman is now LIVE!!

~ Sometimes, one degree is all that separates you from the one you were meant to be with. ~

Wes Bergman was sex on a stick.

We’d been circling one another our entire lives, mingling at the same clubs... attending the same events…sharing mutual acquaintances…yet we’d never actually met.

Until . . . we both boarded a Windjammer Cruise in the Caribbean. And it was like meeting my long, lost best friend for the first time. I hadn’t ever connected with a guy that way before.

But Wes had a girlfriend. So, when the week was over, he walked off the ship, unknowingly taking a piece of my heart with him.

After a string of bad dates, I finally did something I never thought I’d do. I had a hot one-night stand with a really handsome guy I met online who didn’t even know my real name.

Turned out Mr. Fling is a big shot for my company’s newest client. And just my

luck, that client’s CEO is none other than . . . Wes Bergman.

Now I’m separated by one degree again from the man who stole my heart.

And Mr. Fling could destroy my chance of what I want most –

A Do-Over with Wes.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2017

On Tour with LK Collins

On Tour with LK Collins

Dates: January 25^th – 27^th 2017

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We are so honored to bring to you the Tour for LK Collins. Some titles you may know and love however our hope is that you will fall in love and discover some new titles as well! LK Collins loves hearing from their fans so make sure to stop by any of their Social Media Sites and let them know your thoughts. Without further ado …

WELCOME to the sexy, scandalous and panty dropping world of sin, seduction and epicness which is LK COLLINS!

LIFE, DESTINY, FATE SERIES

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Fatalism (Life. Destiny. Fate., #1)

Alexa Schaefer has been through more pain and hurt in her life than your average twenty-eight year old. She protects her heart by controlling everything around her and living her life according to a strict set of rules. For years, she has lived behind a wall, not allowing anyone into her heart. That is, until she meets Vincent, a man she can't get out of her head no matter what she tells herself.

On the outside, Vincent Mileski appears to be a confident, no nonsense attorney. A prodigy in the field of law, he has just won the biggest case of his career. Needing out of the spotlight, Vincent moves back to his home state of Colorado to get some time alone to heal from a previous betrayal. He hasn’t had a woman turn his head in years, that is, until he meets Alexa. After only knowing her name and the sweet taste of her kiss, she is torn from his arms.

Will fate bring these two back together, or will they spend an eternity searching?

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Determinism (Life. Destiny. Fate., #2)

At what point do you stop fighting the events that have long been premeditated by the course of fate?

Cara Savannah falls fast and falls hard, she always has. The problem is, the guys she falls for.

They aren't interested in anything more than a one night stand. Finally, fed up with the years of heartache and lack of meaningful relationship’s she vows to turn over a new leaf.

Cara is going let love take a backseat and focus on herself, most importantly—no more tattooed bad boys. But how long can she manage to evade what her heart has necessitated for her?

Abel Mileski is every bit your typical bad boy on the exterior. Life’s left him broken and jaded. After years of meaningless sex with girls only seeing him for his good looks and tattoos, he sees no value within himself. Ready for a change he shuts down his desires and immerses himself in his career.

He’s not prepared when fate intervenes. Cara’s not fazed by his ink and when he tries to charm her, he fails… Stunned by her instant dislike of him, he is determined to find out why.

After months of sexual tension, they make a decision that will forever change their lives. Will that decision be what ultimately wrecks them or brings them back together?

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Essentialism (Life. Destiny. Fate., #3)

Some secrets can destroy…

Bridgette Schaefer has been through more in her twenty-two years of life than most people survive in a lifetime. Finally, she can see the light at the end of the tunnel and control is within her grasp. With a fresh start ahead, there’s nothing but blank pages to be filled. Unfortunately, a lie by omission quickly weaves itself into a dangerous web of half-truths. As she battles between right and wrong, she discovers that sometimes there is only defeat when it comes to matters of desire.

While others can set you free…

Troy Sorano has one rule – no lies. Yet he’s spent years hiding behind a well-placed mask, forced to hide who he yearns to be. On the outside he’s confident, fun, and sexy-as-sin, but there’s so much more hidden within. When fate intervenes, he can’t help but wonder if Bridgette could be the one to accept him for who he is. As he struggles through his fear of rejection, he discovers he’s not the only one hiding the truth.

Can Bridgette and Troy find what is essential for their happiness before it’s too late?

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Skepticism (Life. Destiny. Fate., #4)

It’s been ten years, and I live every day with the weight of regret on my shoulders.

We’ve all done bad things, things that we are ashamed of. But those things make us the people that we are today. And today, I’m Liam Brown. When those closest to me were killed, I had to kill my former self just to stay alive. My name is Micah Lomano, and I left my life fabricating a web of lies along the way to keep what I had done a secret. But I never forgot about Natalene, and now nothing matters…because I don’t have her.

After one fatal night rocked us to the core, everything changed.

I had everything I’d ever wanted: the perfect guy, a loving family, and more money than I knew what to do with. But in an instant, my world stopped. Somehow I’d survived, but I lost everything I knew, everything I wanted. Including myself. I knew then that nothing would ever be the same. I waited for Micah to find me, just like he promised he would. But he never did, and it was when I needed him most. So I was forced with a choice, one that I didn’t want to make: Raise his child on the run or give her up?

The decision wrecked me and what hurt most off all…Micah had no idea that I was pregnant.

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Optimism (Life. Destiny. Fate., #5)

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Every Soul

When you lose the one person who grounds your existence, your whole world changes.

In life, it is said that everything happens for a reason. If that’s true, how can you explain death?

Especially when it happens to someone so young, so beautiful, and so innocent? My name is Bain Adams, and I struggle with these thoughts every day. I’ve been through hell and back, somehow surviving the unimaginable. My sister took her life six months ago, and now, what’s left is a shell of the man I once was, a shadow of the person I used to be. Do I miss that life? Absolutely. But I miss her more, every day. I pray time will ease the pain and help my suffering while I search for the answers…but so far, nothing.

Happiness is something I knew so long ago, and now it’s nothing but a faint, distant recollection of the life I once had. My name is Arion LaSalle, and seven months army life was shredded to pieces when my fiancé disappeared while deployed. He never came home, burning a hindrance of pain and agony within my soul. For so long, I lived my life believing everything happens for a reason, until now. ‘Cause none of it makes any sense. Why Nate? Why only him? Since getting through each breath is a struggle, I put on a fake persona, pretending I’m someone I’m not, living my life recklessly. Because for me, it was all taken far too soon.

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Every Heart

Love hurts.

Life hurts.

But without the pain, there is no bliss.

I found bliss.

Then it was all taken away.

And though it hurt like hell to move on, I had to.

I learned to love again only because of Bain.

I found my bliss again.

Then in a split second, everything was put into jeopardy.

My world crashed down around me and this time I was faced with the hardest decision of my life, a decision I never dreamt of making.

A choice that seemed impossible.

With no good outcome.

That would hurt everyone I loved no matter what I did.

I didn’t want to make it. I couldn’t choose between my two loves.

So I fought the decision with everything I had, avoiding it until…

I was forced to decide.

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Every Love

Post – Living in the after, the events that took place over a year ago are etched in my brain.

Haunting me in the worst ways imaginable.

Traumatic – Physical and psychological scars have me so wounded that I can’t get through a day without my mind swirling with constant fucked up images.

Stress – Anxiety. Panic. Rage. I’m not myself and the pain I fight through each day has made me make some really bad decisions.

Disorder – Out of control. Not fucking normal. Nowhere even close.

I say fuck Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

The life I left behind is gone and everything I’d hoped to return to has been stolen away, all while I was being beaten, starved, and tortured. But being Nate Wilcox, I pick my ass up, ‘cause I’m a fucking survivor. Even if my methods are totally fucked up, it’s all I can do to keep the pain at bay.

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LATCH SERIES

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Latch

When New York City’s most desirable male escort gets caught, things get messy.

Latch Teracino is God’s gift to women. He’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of in a man, and he’ll fulfill your hottest fantasies, all for a price. He makes a very good living pleasing the rich and famous. Like Abby McEllrath, married to Major League Baseball’s biggest all-star, which often leaves her at home, lonely and bored.

After years of neglect and disrespect from a man who promised to give her the world, she meets Latch in the most unlikely setting. For Latch, she’s just another client – it’s the way he works. And for Abby, she adapts. However, as time progresses, their explosive connection transforms from dirty, raw sex into so much more than just a paid relationship.

Lines are crossed.

Rules are broken.

And lives are shattered.

In the end, Latch and Abby have to make a choice, one that will forever change the course they were destined to be a part of. But sometimes a simple choice isn’t that easy, especially when the one you leave behind would rather die than live without you.

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Abby

I followed my heart and took the leap of a lifetime. Leaving everything I’ve ever known behind, diving into the abyss of love. That consuming, sacred, life-changing feeling that takes you captive. And you would do the same, if Latch looked into your eyes the way he did mine.

He blurred everything else out.

It didn’t matter where we were…I was all that mattered.

Now, as I’m slipping – fading – remembering what we shared, I find peace in the darkness, because I have no regrets.

Every motherf*cking rule I’ve lived my life by went out the window the moment I laid eyes on her. Abby instantly turned my world upside down.

And from the second she gave in to me, I was a changed man.

Never the same again.

How could I be?

She was my once in a lifetime.

And now that she’s gone, every part of me is broken, shattered from the inside out.

The connection we shared was so strong that the memories alone will never be enough.

Placing the cold, black steel to my temple, I am reassured knowing that this…is the only way

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3 Breaths

Slumped on the floor of the New York City subway, I watched my fiancée take her final 3 breaths.

In that moment, everything changed.

The Krane Hensley I’d become because of Zoë vanished.

My life instantly shattered to pieces.

Now, I live on a mission to survive each day and it’s become my greatest struggle.

I take my vengeance out in the cage, fighting anyone and everyone that will stand up to me.

It gives me fleeting relief, but soon the pain crashes back down around me. So I’ve turned to Ivy, my salvation from the agony that is my life.

The problem? Ivy is Zoë’s sister.

Can Ivy and I move past the heartache that connects us to find a future together?

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The Arrogant Architect

Kingsley Lennox, AKA King, has been dubbed a genius of the architectural world. Anything he touches turns to gold, and being as successful as he is, his work is his number one priority. He doesn’t have time to date or deal with the slew of women that gawk at him just because of his perfect face and chiseled body. Plus, no one has interested him enough to give a shit, until the smart-mouthed Everly Adams, AKA Ever, wakes to the noise of him restoring the building next door to hers.

Ever, like King, doesn’t have the time or the desire to date, she’s been through so much. So when she meets King, she can’t help but want nothing at all to do with the arrogant asshole.

For one, they share nothing in common. For another, he’s pompous, cocky, and throws his money around as if that will win her heart. Did I mention he’s fucking crazy and very controlling? No, thank you!

But when King sets his mind to something, he accomplishes it…always has, always will. Ever is the biggest challenge he’s faced, but will she be the only person he can’t impress?

Can King win her over, all while hiding the truth about who he really is?

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Zero F*cks

I fell in love with Cameron Hollis the moment I laid eyes on her.

She was everything to me.

We had nothing but a clean slate ahead of us, until the day I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I let her go. It was for her own good…at least that’s what I told myself.

That was five years ago, now my tour is over, and I’m home.

Nothing matters without her.

But I won’t go after her, the guilt I have is too much to face.

I lied…about so many things, she’ll never look at me the same way.

Zero f*cks, that’s how I live now.

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Part of me died the day Nixon Andrews broke my f*cking heart.

He became a Navy Seal and then decided the course of my future, like he had the f*ckin’ power.

Why?

Because he didn’t want to see me end up hurt. He was protecting me…from him.

But I didn’t need protecting, I just needed Nixon.

Even if he was halfway across the world, I needed to know that no matter what, we were going to be okay.

That was five years ago and still not a single word from him …

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Unplugged

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was doomed.

Quinn Whitmore was unlike any other woman in the world.

She was it for me. That spark, that instant connection became my sole purpose for breathing.

Her laugh would take over a room.

Her smile brought me to my knees.

And her body was…pure perfection.

When I met Quinn, she was fresh off a nasty breakup and had ruled out all men. She wanted to spend the week in the Rocky Mountains unplugged from the world, unwinding and focusing on herself.

So I decided to let it go.

But my mind wouldn’t.

Every thought suddenly became consumed with Quinn, and I knew I had to have her. So when she finally agreed to a week of just sex, no strings attached, I took the deal and ran. It would give me time to fuck my Quinn obsession out of my head.

But, man, was I wrong, a week wasn’t enough. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough.

The problem…Quinn was hiding a secret—a secret that would ruin my life. And ruin it she did.

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Just the Sex

Read the spiciest of LK Collins’ steamy scenes in this erotic romance collection of 40-plus sex scenes pulled from the pages of LK Collins’ bestselling works. It’s sure to melt your panties, make your heart run wild, and have you panting in anticipation for the next scene while you fall for your next book boyfriend.

Just The Sex lets you skip straight to the lip-biting sexiness dreamed up by the erotic romance husband-and-wife duo behind the naughty alter ego, LK Collins.

The collection includes: Latch, New York city's most desirable male escort; Krane, a naughty Mixed Martial Arts fighter; King, an arrogant and oh-so-controlling architect; Nixon, an alpha US Coast Guard; and Merritt, the dirty, sexy, oil and gas mogul with a luscious mouth who will screw you senseless while talking filth.

WARNING: This book is Erotic Romance and contains mature subject matter. Not intended for those under 18, but those over will thank us later…happy reading!

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LIFE, DESTINY, FATE SERIES

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EVERY SOUL SERIES

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LATCH SERIES

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3 BREATHS

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THE ARROGANT ARCHITECT

ZERO F*CKS

UNPLUGGED

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LK Collins is the naughty alter ego for the husband-and-wife duo behind multiple bestselling and international bestselling novels. This real life couple is down right dirty in the bedroom, which bleeds through the pages of their steaming hot smut stories. While LK writes the books, Mr. Collins, the tattooed God himself, is the mastermind behind so much of the page turning sexiness.

If you are looking for a scorching hot read with chemistry so hot it jumps off the pages, then an LK novel is for you. From a number of standalones to series, their stories will make you blush, pant, and want to reread them once you’ve finished. The heroes are alpha, demanding, filthy talking men, that will do anything for their girl…or to get them.