Source: #NewRelease Spotlight – SEEK, by Anne Conley
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SEEK IS HERE!!! I cannot tell you how long I’ve been working on Zack’s story. For the most part, he’s become my problem child, and I wanted to do his story justice in so many ways. And people have been expecting a lot from him, so I didn’t want to disappoint. Who’s ready to find out about Zack and Bonnie? Second chance romance? Yes please!!!
Zack’s always been the funny guy, but with the deterioration of his sight and the loss of his father, the laughter has begun to dry up. Having recently discovered he has a brother due to his father’s infidelity, he’s questioning everything he thought he knew. To top it all off, the epic brush-off from Bonnie Pierce a few months back has Zack feeling less than a man.
Bonnie thought she’d feel better about herself after giving Zack a taste of his own medicine, but all it did was stoke an old flame, bringing up feelings she probably shouldn’t explore. When she ends up embroiled in his current case, they both realize their pasts are about to set their worlds afire.
The guest house behind Simon’s home has become her gilded cage, and Bonnie resents her brothers’ overprotectiveness even though they mean well. When Zack stumbles upon her horrific secret, she has no choice but to turn to the man she’s always loved.
In the end, Zack struggles to be enough of a man to protect the woman he has finally gotten a second chance with, even though he can’t see her.
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Excerpt:
“Come on, it’s the best way to do this.” Zack was wheedling, his voice loud and a bit high-pitched in the din of noise.
“NO. I am not pretending to make out with you.”
Turning, she saw Zack and his friend standing outside a club, not ten feet away from her. The Wave. It looked like a nice place with a group of people in front of it. Zack and the other blond stood off to the side, ready to kick each other’s asses.
She approached them, knowing exactly what was about to come out of her mouth, as well as all the consequences, but not caring either way. She and Zack suddenly had unfinished business.
“I’ll do it.”
Zack’s shoulders slumped as his mouth turned down. She couldn’t tell if he was relieved or not. “Bon-Bon, this isn’t the place for you. You need to go home. Seriously. Some shit’s about to go down.”
Taking a step forward, she said, “So fill me in. I want to help.” He was still sporting the erection, and something about that made her giggle.
“Not a laughing matter, Bon-Bon. This isn’t time for games.”
Suddenly angry, she started shouting at him. “I kno that, Zackary Gale Ward!” He cringed at the use of his middle name, but she needed him to know she was serious. “I want to help. I’m here, I’m
willing to make out with you, and I’m not going home. I haven’t been out of my tower in months and I need to do this. You understand?”
“Do you even know what we’re doing?” the friend asked.
“Making out?”
She nearly laughed at his reaction—face purple and fists clenched—before he turned to Zack. “Dude, y’all are perfect for each other.”
She swallowed. Zack had told him about her. A million questions started swirling around in her brain. What did he say? Is he mad? Does he realize how wrong he was? Is he sorry? Does it matter?
“What are we doing?” Bonnie asked.
Zack nodded to his friend. “Go out on the corner and whistle if you see anything.” He turned to Bonnie, his voice a low growl. “A little recon before we go in. I need your eyes.”
She got it. He knew he was being followed. And whoever the guy was, he had something to do with the job, whatever that was.
“I kicked his ass for you,” she said proudly, as Zack was advancing on her like a predator stalking prey. She tried to blow it off, but the way his eyebrows raised at her words gave her a thrill.
“Who?”
“The guy following you. I laid him out in an alley behind the burrito place.”
Then he was upon her, his body pressed against hers until she was flat against the wall. “Tell me you didn’t engage him.”
“No. He engaged me.”
“Christ, Bon-Bon. Quinten will kill me if he realizes you’re in this.” His mouth was hot on her ear, and she squirmed, despite the seriousness of the conversation.
“Me, too.”
Zack gripped her hips and pressed into her with a groan. “What a way to go. Eyes peeled, princess.”
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Are you stalking me EVERYWHERE?
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About Anne:
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has four romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. Her newest series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.
It’s finally here! This is Book #4 in my Breaking the SEAL series. It is a crossover novella with Elle James’ Brotherhood Protectors Kindle World series. It’s a stand alone story, so you don’t have to read the first three books in my series before you read this one, nor do you have to read any of Elle James’ Brotherhood Protectors novels. There are characters that crossover from each of the books, but it will not hinder your understanding or enjoyment of the book if you haven’t read the others.
Malik “Steel” Thompson is staring down his twenty year mark as a Navy SEAL. He has a life choice to make…re-up or retire. His folks urge him to take over the family blacksmith business back home in Montana. Steel’s never been anything but a military man, and the thought of a civilian life, especially in Eagle Rock—the place he couldn’t wait to get out of at eighteen—is not the way he wants to go.
LeTeisha “Letty” Stephens’ life is circling out of control faster than her horse running barrels at the rodeo. An ailing mother, a failing ranch, and her World Champion title on the line, she must win the purse at the finals or she’ll lose everything.
When Letty witnesses something she shouldn’t, she’ll lose more than the race. She could lose her life. Steel, with the help of Hank Patterson and the Brotherhood Protectors, take on the fight of his life, one he’s familiar with—taking down the bad guys. And one he’s not—fighting for his heart.
Available now, exclusively on Amazon!
Elle James is hosting a Facebook party today, September 7th, from 4-9pm CST to celebrate the new releases in her Kindle World, including STEELING HIS HEART! She’ll be giving away books, swag, and even a Kindle Fire. I’ll be taking over the party at 8:30pm, so don’t miss it. I’ll also be doing some giveaways of my own! Party down here!
I’ve got some giveaways going on for this new release exclusively for my reader group. Not a member of Wren’s Renegades yet? Don ‘t wait, get in on the fun now!
Rat City (Rat City #1)
Dalia deals in secrets and information. It guarantees her what equates to a charmed life among the ashes and ruin of Curr. But that alone isn’t enough to save her from the culling that has slowly wiped out what is left of the city’s human population.
Rat City is a myth, a legend leftover from a time of war, but for Dalia, it is her only saving grace. After a deal goes bad, Dalia is chased halfway across the city and into the arms of William Burke. After tending her wounds, he takes Dalia into his care and offers her a place in their underground society.
When Burke and the city’s patriarch fail to return from a simple scouting mission, Dalia insists on going along to find them. But life on the desert prairie is dangerous, and she has a secret of her own that could get her killed.
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Author Bio:
Tyffani Clark Kemp might be the quietest person in the room, but that just means she’s probably the biggest freak too. She is a multi-genre author with a gift for the written word and a desire to help all Indies reach their full potential. In 2012, she and her best friend Kimberly Fudge started SideStreet Cookie Publishing for authors who want to remain independent, but don’t have the time or the knowledge to do it all themselves. From the age of eleven she dedicated her life to writing and making sure she was good at her craft. Now, she passes that knowledge on to others. Her friends would describe her as determined and giving. She may be quiet, but she always has a story to tell.
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Hello, Rats! Join us in the Rat’s Maze with Rat City, the first book in a five part dystopian romance series from Tyffani Clark Kemp, author of The Without Rules series.
In this box you will receive an Advance Reader Copy of Rat City. It will also contain other items that go with the book, but to divulge them now would give too much away!
I hadn’t heard of whiffer sniffers before this campaign; but now I’m hooked. I’ve already been online, digging for retired ones to overpay for as holiday gifts and wishlisted a few for myself. They just smell SO GOOD.
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Or a pic of my favorite (of course my fave is retired!).
They’re adorable and have fun names. The pickle above is Dilly Yo. He came in a clip on, as well as a “super sniffer” – bigger, scented plushie. These make amazing gifts and they made for a super fun party.
I had an end-of-summer celebration with some games and thanks to Tryazon and Whiffer Sniffers, I had loads of stickers, collector’s guides and clip-ons to give out as both door prizes and game prizes. They sent me 8 re-useable totes all put together with merch, as well as a box of extra sheets of stickers and clip-ons. I had four other families over, each with littles. You’ll only see their hands in the pic, as I wasn’t about to slap them with forced pics for sharing online as a requirement for the gifts I had for them.
The kids and adults both ended up loving the whiffer sniffers. I wasn’t sure if the kids would even like them; I definitely didn’t expect to love them myself or to see some of the parents fighting over them. They just smell so good! I wrestled a blueberry guy from my neighbor and hid it. I know, I’m a jerk, but that smell! I had to have it!
Here are a few of the ones that went home with some of my guests.
Three of my guests came away with that Banana – and wow! He smells like banana-scented candy. Delicious. The cotton candy one, I couldn’t keep my nose off and that strawberry shake looking dude came in a GOLD FOIL package, which means he’s rare. What a find! They all smell so real and potent. I kinda just wanna surround myself with them. The smells!
I love the bags too, I’m not gonna lie: I totally kept a few for myself, as they’re pretty and I’m enjoying taking them shopping. I may have kept a sheet or two of stickers too; they smell JUST AS GOOD as the clip-ons. It’s unreal.
If you’re going to purchase any of these, I’ve got a coupon code for you, for a limited time. Whiffer Sniffers has generously provided a 20% off coupon code that can be used on www.whiffersniffers.com or Amazon.com: TRYWSS45
Let me know if you try them out, and what your favorite is!!
IF YOU CAN STAND THE HEAT, THERE’S A HOT SINGLE DAD IN THE KITCHEN.
TITLE: Plus One
AUTHOR: Mae Wood
COVER DESIGN: Alyssa Garcia | Uplifting Designs
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If you can stand the heat, there’s a hot single dad in the kitchen.
At not-quite forty and with his son in his last year of high school, Bert’s going to be dining alone.
His restaurant’s wine rep has a few ideas on how he might sate all of his appetites.
He hasn’t been buying what she’s been selling, but she’s only in Memphis for a few months before moving back home to California.
Besides, it’s not like he’s going to fall in love for the first time in his life or anything crazy like that, right?
Plus One is a steamy standalone novel.
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BONUS SCENE
“Angostura bitters,” he said over his shoulder. “There was a shortage a few years a back, so I started making my own bitters.” I trailed him around the restaurant’s kitchen, a puppy in pursuit of a treat.
Ostensibly, I was here on a sales call, making my rounds at the downtown Memphis restaurants. Selling wine, taking orders, and moving on to the next restaurant or bar. But when Pig and Barley popped up on my iPad for today’s call list, I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t help but dig around in my closet. No company-logo’ed polo shirt today.
Boobs.
And leg.
A hint of lace.
I knew what he’d order.
And knew I’d take it.
Curving his tall frame over a chopping board, another vintage concert T-shirt thin with age stretched across his powerful shoulders, he crushed a star anise with the flat blade of a knife. The meat of his left palm quickly smacking the heavy blade he held still with his right hand. And I jumped. He’d never spanked me, and I’d never wanted it. Never wanted to play that way until now.
“Do you like Absinthe? Or Sambuca?” he asked, the smell of soft black licorice wafting from the crushed pod. “Because I’m going for a stripped-down version with this infusion and will then play around with it to make a bitter I can use in cocktails.”
Flipping the knife over in his palm, he used the back to scrape the crushed pod into a glass jar filled with a clear liquid.
“Vodka? Everclear?” I guessed.
“No. Good ol’ Tennessee moonshine. Don’t ask where I got it.”
“So many, many good things in Tennessee.”
He wiped his hands and knife on a neatly folded white towel and placed the knife to the side of the cutting board, parallel and just so. His deliberate moves were instinctual when he sought out pleasure, whether from his food, his cocktails, or from me.
“So this is a sales call?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Drennan,” he said with a smile while he folded his arms across his chest, drawing out my name like I was a naughty child. The three birds on his forearm fluttered from the muscle movement, and my hand ached to touch his inked flesh. “Who else are you calling on today?”
“Flight and a few other places.”
“Tight schedule?” he asked.
“I could work you in,” I replied, taking a step toward him and walking my fingertips along the top of the shiny steel work surface, trying to be cool while the heat built inside of me. Fighting to keep my itchy fingers to myself.
“Oh, you’ll make room.”
“Here?” I whispered, looking into his chocolate and caramel eyes. Even though it was the two of us in the kitchen, the restaurant’s general manager was working in the broom closet of an office just a few feet away.
“Uhm, did I not hear you say hi to Patti on your way back here? And she’s interviewing a couple potential new servers,” he said, quickly flicking his wrist to glance at his heavy silver dive watch, “about now, I think.”
I ran through options, scenarios, my brain fizzing from the thought of sliding my skin against his. “Just how big is the back seat in your monster of an SUV?”
“It’s still got my bike in in from yesterday. But hold on,” he said.
He pulled the phone out of his back pocket and tapped on the screen. I stepped closer to him, sliding my hands to my waist and then up, pressing my breasts together. His eyes fell on my cleavage, and his Adam’s apple worked in appreciation, his lips softening with want while his jaw tightened with need.
“Man, don’t ask any questions. Just say that I can borrow a conference room. I’ll be there in three minutes.” One hand shoved the phone back into his jeans and the other grabbed one of mine, lacing our fingers together, and he pulled me through the kitchen and the restaurant and onto the street.
“Conference room?” I asked, my legs spinning to match his long stride and quick pace as he tugged me down the bustling sidewalk.
“Yeah, be cool, okay?”
A few blocks later he blew through a glass door into a simple lobby. The Brannon Company shone in bold brass letters behind the receptionist desk.
“Mr. Forsythe?” asked a thin brunette from behind her big bangs.
“Jenny, right? Trip said—“
“Yes, sir. We’ve got a conference room ready. Will anyone else be joining you?
He’s taking me to his friend’s office to fuck? At ten a.m. on a Monday?
“Just us,” he said, not loosening his grip on my hand.
Jenny’s eyes moved to me. Taking me in from head to the tips of my nude heels and I felt my boldness begin to slip. I turned to Bert, to gauge his reaction. Yeah. No shame. His eyes fixed on the elevator bank ahead of us. The temperature of our frantic walk over pressed beneath this cool facade.
With a nod at me, Jenny led the way to the conference room. Keeping up the charade that we were here on some sort of business, I sank into an overstuffed chair at the large oak table, my back to the wall of windows. I grabbed a notepad and pen from the table and began doodling.
“If you need anything, Mr. Forsythe, please call reception and ask for me.”
“Thanks, Jenny,” he said.
“Of course. Have a good meeting,” she replied. When the heavy door to the conference room clicked shut behind her, my laughter burst to the surface.
“You cool with this?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting in amusement, as he tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his lean body with Ganesh inked in black wrapping around his right side.
“Depends,” I answered, not looking up from my notes. “What did you have in mind?”
“What did you have in mind when you decided to wear that to my restaurant?”
“Wear what?” I said, tilting my head and slowly blinking my big blue eyes at him.
“Come on, Dren,” he begged, the exasperation at my little game eating away at his patience.
“That,” I said, using the pen to point to the hard ridge in his jeans. “I was planning on coming on that.”
“Were you now?” he said, the irritation vanished.
“Yes, in fact, here’s the agenda,” I said, tossing the notepad toward him where it landed on the table.
“Are you serious?” He blinked at me and I again looked away, enjoying playing coy for once.
“We’ve got like ten minutes tops before Trip breaks this up.”
“Well, I suggest we move right to the action items, then,” I said, pointing at the paper.
His eyes rolled to the ceiling before he snatched up the notepad. “This is a drawing of a dick.”
“Yeah, I know. The agenda’s really meaty,” I said, examining the pen I twirled between my fingers.
“Ten. Minutes,” he repeated, a solid tap on the notepad punctuating each word.
“Do I hear a motion from the floor? I bet they says things like that in here, don’t they?” I said, finally turning my attention to him.
“The only motion I want from you is your ass out of that chair.”
“All in favor?” I asked, scanning the empty room for a response.
“Christ,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face and rounding the table toward me. “I’m in favor. Let’s get down to business.”
The chair spun and he leaned down in front of me, his hands dipping into my hair to bracket my head. “You want my dick?” he whispered in my ear, the scruff on his face abrading my cheek.
I nodded as best I could in response, my teeth tugging on my lip as I let loose a soft whimper of need.
My hands explored the muscles of his shoulders. My fingernails dug in, biting flesh, and my answer to his question escaping me in a slow hiss of desire. His belt and fly open, I leaned forward to shove his jeans and boxers over his hips, so I could get my hands on his bare ass. I loved the way the heels of my hands fit into the indentations at his hips while my fingers grasped firm muscle.
His hands shoved up my skirt, running his hands along the tops of my thighs with a friction that made me melt. Thumbs stroked in tandem at the hinge of my hips and I went to open for him, but was bound by the chair’s arms.
He pressed my hips into the chair. “Patience, patience.”
“Ten minutes,” I bit out.
“He’s not going to open the door,” he replied, his warm hands sliding between my exposed ass and the chair to scoop me up and place me on the cool tabletop. “No one is. We could have this room all day. But I want you now.”
His hands returned to reach underneath my skirt, and my panties were yanked down. I could feel soft pops as his impatient fingers shredded the lace. “Sorry,” he muttered into my neck.
“Only apologize if you stop,” I replied.
“Quick pause okay? Not a stop.” He backed up, fished a condom out of his wallet and returned to me suited up. Strong and hard and proud. I pulled my feet to rest on the table and dropped my knees open for him. Opened for all of the city of Memphis beyond the wall of windows that was behind him.
Shameless for him.
Ready for him.
Needy for him.
I reached for him and, with a push, he found me. His hands once again gripping my ass and lifting me, holding me close, as he continued to thrust from below. “Drennan, Drennan, Drennan.” I knew this chant, mumbled against my lips and neck. The simple incantation of my name so filled with need and promise. The words that reduced the world to me and him. To this moment.
Coolness the length of my back snapped me out of the trance. “The window?”
“You want that?” he asked, nuzzling his scruff along my jaw. “I’ll put it on the agenda for our next meeting. But I don’t trust any glass for how hard I’m going to pound into you.”
Then I heard it—a door, banging on its hinges. “You’re not going to get invited back,” I said.
“Like I give a fuck. Come back to me. Here. Now.” My fingers tugged at his hair, fusing his mouth with mine.
A deep dive and rock against my clit and I was gone again. So gone for this man.
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RISKING RUIN
BORROWING TROUBLE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mae Wood is a mommy, bookworm, and lawyer (in that order).
A while ago Mae decided that she needed to give up the fear that she couldn’t write “great literature” and write what she wants to read.
And she wants romance. And laughter.
She wants heroines who are brave. Brave enough to be themselves and brave enough to fall in love.
She wants men who are strong and kind.
Mae lives in the Southeastern United States.
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Death changes us all …
Without my husband, my world caved. The business we built together is a prison. Our home, once filled with laughter and passion, is a tomb for what was. I want to give it all away and find a new place to start over. But the needs inside me, long-hidden whispers, won’t leave me alone. What I crave, a newfound darkness to match the pain, is impossible to ignore.
When Infidelity offers me a chance for fulfillment and a companion with no strings, I grasp it with both hands.
My Master is hurting. He’s filled with agonies and releases them on my flesh. We push and pull, an Owner and his slave, and I am helpless at his feet. But he strengthens me, giving me the power to fight his demons and substitute for what he’s lost.
I wasn’t supposed to fall in love, shouldn’t want to be more than a replacement. But I did, and I do. We only have the agreement between us, but I want him to own me irrevocably. Forever, always, to keep me …
Collared.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha Newton’s love of romance novels began long before it should have. After spending years sneaking reads from her grandmother’s stash, she finally decided to pen her own tales. As many will do during their youth, she bounced from fantasy, urban literature, mainstream, interracial, paranormal, heterosexual, and LGBT works until she finally rested in contemporary romance.
LeTeisha is all about deep angst and angry heroes who take a bit more loving to smooth their rough edges. Love comes in many sizes, shapes, and colors, as well as with—or without—absolute beauty and fairy tale sweetness. She writes the darker tales because life is hard … but love is harder.
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