Review: Princess and the Beast

Princess and the Beast
Princess and the Beast by Chance Carter
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Princess and the Beast will take hold of your heart with a furious passion and a raw honesty that will shock and reshape the very core of your soul. It doesn’t pull any punches. In fact, you may find yourself literally on the floor as you explore the full and true meaning of life-changing passion and love. I know I wasn’t sure which way was up or down half of the time as I wrestled with this journey in every sense of the word. Nothing about it is easy or simple because the heart and especially love is anything but predictable. It’s a wild and carefree force of nature that consumes and chooses at will. Forget what you think you know because rules and guidelines don’t apply. Above all, it will blow your mind.

Savannah is on a mission. She is single-minded focused on building a life that will let her spread her wings and breathe in life deeply. While on the cusp on achieving her goals, she is side swiped by a rampaging tornado. Left dazzed and confused by the hurricane that is Deacon, she doesn’t know what to think beyond one word – mine. With no knowledge of experience of love in any true or deep capacity, she doesn’t know how to feel or what to think when he overtakes every part of her. Can Deacon really fit into her plans, or will he leave her dreams shredded beyond repair?

One word that I would use to sum up story is raw. There is no easy-going tempo. It’s full speed ahead with no slowing down in sight. Normally, I love those types of stories because they keep my interest and have me frantically turning the pages to see what happens next, but this one truly gutted me. It made me stopping more times then I want to admit to really and truly think. My thoughts hurt, and they forced me to keep going. I desperately needed to know how this book ended but moreso what it wanted to speak to me. I am still reeling from it, and I don’t know that I will every truly recover from it, but I do know that I am better off for reading it no matter what.

Chance Carter never fails to find a dark corner in my heart that I keep hidden for very good reasons and shines a brilliant light on it. His ability to make me trip over myself as I journey through one of his books never ceases to amaze me. The visceral nature of his stories strips away any pretense I want to put on it, and I am left utterly vulnerable and in awe. He is one author that you absolutely must read at least once in your life. To read one of his books is like experiencing a moment of true revelation and honest transformation. There is absolutely NOTHING like it.

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Teaser #1 for Safe Bet ~ Monica Murphy

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Excerpt Reveal: Aimee McNeil’s Levels of Exposur

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Levels of Exposure by Aimee McNeil
Release Date: December 20, 2016
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Blurb:
Lexie Wilder is caught in the clutches of the very man her mother tried to protect her from…
Separated from her mother and locked in a strange room, Lexie soon realizes the amount of control John Stodden has over all of them. She finally understands why her mother went to such lengths to shield her from the truth—a truth that has put everyone she cares about in danger.
But now she is faced with the daunting possibility that there might be something much stronger tying her to the heartless crime lord…like the very blood running through her veins.
Lines are about to be crossed as promises that cannot be kept are made…
Losing Lexie is not an option for Jackson Finley. He will risk anything in order to save her and take down the infamous crime boss who has remained untouched—until now. Willing to lay down his badge, and to break the laws he has sworn to uphold, Jackson will not stop until she is safe.
But when he accepts the help of Lexie’s late boyfriend’s brother, Evan, things start spiraling out of control and he’s forced to act fast if he wants to keep Evan from being swallowed by the darkness.
With a new evil lurking in the shadows, no one is safe…
Lexie’s best friend is missing, and now everyone realizes that the dangers run much deeper than what her mother had depicted in her diary. Will Lexie be able to save the people she loves, and will she be able to put her trust in the hands of a man who has claimed more of her heart than she ever thought possible?
Excerpt:
“… I’m scared and I need a drink.” Lexie rubbed her forehead.
“That’s an easy fix.” Jackson offered her a smile and walked over to the bar fridge. He opened it up. “What’s your poison?”
“Aren’t those little bottles insanely expensive?” Lexie asked, looking at the collection of different labels lined up in the door of the fridge.
“When the situation calls for it, does it really matter?” Jackson grabbed two bottles of whiskey and held one out for Lexie. She looked at it curiously before taking it from him. Jackson sat down next to her on the bed and snapped the cover of his and tipped it to his lips before he glanced over at Lexie. She watched him hesitantly as she unscrewed the cover and brought it to her nose.
“It smells disgusting,” Lexie complained.
“It tastes worse.” Jackson frowned as he tossed his empty bottle into the small garbage bin across the room.
“Then why do you drink it?”
“I love the rush as it heats my blood.” Jackson raised his brow.
Lexie became quiet and looked down at the bottle in her hand. “I know that feeling,” Lexie whispered. “That’s what it was like when I was with you.”
Jackson was surprised that she brought up the history between them. He thought it would be a topic to avoid after what had happened.
“Lex…” Jackson started but she held up her hand to stop him and tipped the bottle to her lips, swallowing the amber colored fluid inside. She covered her mouth and struggled to swallow the harsh liquid before proceeding to cough.
When she collected herself, she looked up at him with watering eyes. “That was horrendous,” Lexie protested with a gasp. “You made that look so much better than it deserved.”
“You are better than I deserve,” Jackson admitted, looking into her eyes and holding them as long as he could.
“How does nothing ever scare you?” she asked, a small crease forming between her brows. Jackson got the urge to press his lips against the spot. He wanted to taste every part of her and savour her always.
“What makes you think nothing scares me?” Jackson asked, his gaze dropping to the small frown that had formed on her full lips. They had a soft sheen from running her tongue along them.
“The way you face everything like you know you will win,” Lexie said as she reached up and adjusted the small strap on her shoulder. Jackson couldn’t help but follow her movements as he took in her soft skin that smelled of soap and the scent that he had begun to crave upon all else.
“I’m scared right now,” Jackson whispered.
Lexie tilted her head in disbelief. “No, you’re not.”
“I am.” He frowned as he reached for the bottle still in her hand. He let his fingers linger on hers before he took the bottle and finished if off. He tossed it into the garbage with the other.
“Why?” Lexie tested him.
“You absolutely terrify me,” Jackson admitted.
CHAPTER ONE
Stephanie
The sound of a woman crying roused Stephanie’s attention. She felt like she was underwater as she tried to distinguish where the sound was coming from. When she tried to speak, her body wouldn’t cooperate…her mouth felt numb and filled with cotton. If she could actually force words through her throat she figured they would be covered in blood as the sharp pains scraped at her raw flesh. Stephanie wanted to call out to the woman whose tears reflected her own turmoil. The woman’s cries pulled at her heart and roused her mind, making it reel at a pace too fast for her uncooperative body.
A shadow crossed over her and Stephanie forced her eyes to open. The dim lamp light lit the room as she tried to focus her eyes. It was a struggle to keep her lids open as her dry eyes worked against her, continually closing, making her find the strength to force them open again. Movement in her small cell caused adrenaline to aid her struggle. Stephanie blinked her eyes in confusion when she saw the blurry image of a woman in the corner, huddled in the shadow.
Stephanie forced words up her torn throat. “Wh…nooo…” Her tongue felt too large for her mouth and refused to let her words pass. Stephanie closed her eyes tight against the pain before trying to speak again. When she opened them, the corner of the cell was empty and she was alone. Her eyes frantically searched the entire cell. A deep chill flashed across her skin, permeating her to the bone until her insides began to shake. Tears filled her eyes but she couldn’t lift her hands to wipe them away as they ran down her cheeks. The drugs made it hard to determine what was real and what was not.
Stephanie had no idea how much time had passed. She was constantly in a drug-induced state. She knew her captor was drugging her food…it didn’t take her long to discover that she would lose consciousness shortly after she ate the food he left outside her cell. At first she didn’t mind it. She preferred to sleep instead of stare through the bars at the man who watched her silently from across the room. He wouldn’t give her answers. He would only stare at her with his dark mind churning behind those eyes that were anything but human. He seemed to be waiting for her tears. It was only then that his unmoving form would start to rouse, slowly rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. The more she cried, the more he enjoyed watching her. She gave up demanding him to tell her why she was here and pleading to let her go. All of her promises to never tell fell on deaf ears. This man did not intend to let her go.
His routine was beginning to change and Stephanie feared what this meant for her. She remembered a bright light shining in her face; it was too bright to open her eyes. She tried to turn away but realized her arms were bound to her sides. Stephanie closed her eyes, trying to stop the memory from assaulting her. She wanted to drift back into nothingness, with so many drugs still in her system, it was easy to submit to sleep.
The sensation of warm water trickling on her skin caused her to flinch, and she stretched her legs, pulling at firm straps that bound her feet. She was completely immobile and the fear jolted her awake. She lifted her head to see those dark eyes watching her. She couldn’t stop the tears that exploded with devastation. She was strapped to some kind of metal table, completely naked. Screams followed her tears as she fought with the ties binding her.
His eyes flared as he squeezed the sponge in his hand, and water poured onto her. He began to rub the sponge in gentle circles against her leg while she struggled and tried to fight him unsuccessfully. “No…don’t do this, please…please!” Stephanie begged.
She cried as he slowly washed her, using small gentle strokes as he meticulously covered every inch of her skin. Then he smoothed shaving cream on her legs before pulling a razor up the length of her shin. Stephanie jerked her leg and the sting of the blade burned across her skin.
“Look what you did, Rose,” he said, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t have done that.” It was the first time he had spoken to her in what seemed like forever. His voice was strangely normal. She had imagined if he ever did say anything to her again it would sound evil, inhuman, because she couldn’t imagine a person capable of this. Instead, it was the first time she considered that this man might have the world fooled. Fear that no one would suspect him of evil made her shudder. What if no one ever came looking for her? The realization struck her that these dark confines might be the last place she ever knew. She could feel her last traces of hope slip through her fingers.
“My name isn’t Rose,” Stephanie gasped through her tears.
“Don’t be foolish,” he said as he grabbed a cloth and pressed it to her knee to stop the blood. “You don’t want to make me angry, do you, Rose?”
A soft whimper escaped her throat as she shook her head no.
“Good girl. You’re just confused after what had happened.”
She retreated inside her head as he continued to shave her legs. She refused to give him any reaction as he worked on her, preparing her for something she could not let herself think about. Stephanie closed her eyes as warm water poured over her hair and then winced as his fingers began massaging soap into her scalp. The fruity scent filled her nose as she tried to block out her senses.
She thought about Lexie and Evan and desperately hoped they were well. Thoughts of Lexie in this same situation threatened to break her. She focused on their faces, keeping them close as she searched for strength. She thought of her parents and their last conversation when they asked her to come for dinner that weekend. Her mother was making her favorite pasta dish and she tried to remember the excitement she felt when she was looking forward to eating until she was ready to explode, like every time she was treated to her mother’s cooking. She didn’t know if the weekend had already come and gone. She wondered if her parents knew she was missing and if they were looking for her. Her mother always worried about her, always fussing over the smallest details when it came to her only daughter.  
She thought of her boyfriend, Mike. They had barely spoken the last week before she had been taken. He hadn’t come home in three days because he had been staying with his friend. The last time they were together they had argued about the fact he had been hanging out at the local strip bar. She realized he had been lying to her when she heard a rumor that he had been seen throwing up outside The Lighthouse. The strip bar consisted of nothing more than a rundown building and pathetic display of talent upon the stage. She was more embarrassed than angry when she confronted him. Their last words to each other were harsh and she wondered if that would be how he remembered her.
Stephanie had no idea how much time had passed, not knowing when one day turned into the next.  She had so many things she wanted the people in her life to know and the realization that she would never see them again made her squeeze her eyes shut against the assaulting waves of pain.
Stephanie stared at the dingy ceiling as he ran a comb through her hair, over and over. She tried to make her body numb and allow her mind to go somewhere else, but no matter how hard she tried, her fear kept her aware of what was happening. She was forced to endure every moment.
She was surprised to feel relief when she saw a syringe in his hand. The prick of pain as he pushed it through her skin was welcomed as she closed her eyes and felt herself drift away.
Stephanie looked down at her small cell, the cot in the corner, with the thin wrinkled sheet hanging off the edge, the dirtied floor and the bucket in the corner. She was looking down at herself sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around her knees. She tried to scream out to herself but she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move. She could only watch herself cry in her misery.
She watched herself lift her head and lean back against the concrete wall and that was when Stephanie realized it was not herself she was looking at, her features were undeniably similar but she knew it wasn’t her. She wondered how many others were locked in this cell. She could feel the despair as real as the bars caging her in. Stephanie wanted to ask who she was but she was unable to do anything but observe no matter how hard she fought. A force kept her just out of Stephanie’s reach.
“Wake up.” Stephanie felt a gentle touch on her shoulder, so soft she thought she imagined it. She could feel a small protest bubble from her chest. “Wake up! He’s coming.” This time she could feel someone grasp her shoulders and give a shake. Stephanie jolted from sleep, pushing herself up to a sitting position.  She pushed her back against the wall, brought her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms tightly around them. She couldn’t shake the disturbing dream. It had felt so real. The woman’s voice still floated around in her thoughts as she searched for her. She could still feel her hands on her shoulders. She reached up and placed her hands over the lingering sensation and sought comfort in the fact for the first moment since she arrived she didn’t feel so alone in this hell.
The sound of the lock sliding in the door made Stephanie’s heart race, she could feel her pulse in her throat as she lay down and pretended to be asleep. She concentrated on slowing her breath to deep, even intervals, trying to block out the sound of his footsteps across the floor.
His wedding band clinked against the bars but he remained quiet, watching her. “I know you’re awake, Rose,” he said after a stretch of time. The drugs in her system were wreaking havoc on her thoughts. She wasn’t sure how long had passed or if she had fallen asleep and this was another dream. She desperately wanted it to be a dream. She didn’t want to look at his face anymore and wonder if today would be the day he decided to kill her.
Stephanie opened her eyes and looked at him. He was dressed in a suit with his tie loosened and hanging haphazardly around his neck, his haunting eyes never leaving her. His clothes looked expensive and she couldn’t’ help but wonder who he was when he left here. She wondered what woman would be married to a man like him and if she feared him like Stephanie did.
“There you are.” He smiled at her, an expression that seemed unnatural for his face. “You need to eat, Rose.” He pointed to a tray of food she hadn’t touched. The wonderful smells had called to her but she couldn’t take any more drugs. She didn’t know what was real or not anymore.
“No more drugs…they make me feel so sick,” Stephanie whispered. She could feel the physical toll weighing heavily on her exhausted body.
“As long as you behave I don’t need to drug you.” He unlocked the cell door and then picked up the tray. Walking inside, he approached her bed and sat down, placing the tray on the edge. “Do you promise to behave?”
Stephanie nodded her head and tried not to tremble. She didn’t want to show fear but it poured out of her regardless.
He placed a hand on her arm and then ran it over the length of her body. “Good girl,” he said. “Good girl.” Stephanie squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath until she felt the weight of his body leave the bed and the sound of the cell door closing behind him.
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Meet the Author:
Aimee McNeil was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, where she continues to live today with her husband and three children. She is a stay-at-home mother that loves every colorful moment with her family.
Aimee spends most of her free time indulging in her love of writing. You can also find her lost in the pages of a good book, or making a mess with her paints. Aimee loves to explore anything that promotes creativity. It is one of the many reason she enjoys writing.
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Review: Edge of Bliss

Edge of Bliss
Edge of Bliss by Molly E. Lee
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Edge of Bliss is an absolutely brilliant source of unwavering hope and unconditional love in a world consumed with dark shades of manipulative confusion and blurred boundaries. You will find a safe refuge amidst the storms that rage and destroy within these pages. Open your heart and what you will discover is a treasure much to alluring to turn away from and way to precious to allow its destruction. This book is a true marvel in its outstanding ability to challenge, strengthen, and heal.

Dash and Blake are living a life straight out of their dreams. Blake is finally done with school and nothing is standing in her way of living the life that she and Dash want more than anything. As if Fate herself is smiling down on them, a major Network takes notice of their outstanding work, and wants nothing more than to bestow upon them more wishes then they could have asked for. Their small team is stronger than ever, and with the new funding they are super energized for their limitless future. However, they all know that the calm before the storm can end in the blink of an eye. Like the deadly silence that proceeds a summer storm, a lethal shadow begins to descend upon our tight-knit team and seeks to find their hidden weaknesses. Will they recognize the warning signs before their once strong foundation is ripped out from underneath them, or will they find themselves forever lost to the whims of the basest part of nature itself?

To witness just how far Blake has come is such a beautiful sight to behold. She is like a breathtaking butterfly that has finally broken free of her chrysalis, and is more than ready to stretch her wings and test her boundaries. She is truly a wondrous marvel that Dash has had such a profound effect upon. Their deep and boundless love have yet to touch any of its boundaries, but with the incredible highs comes the devastating lows. It truly shredded my heart to watch these two amazing people struggle to find their balance and hold onto their confidence with outside forces battling to keep them apart. No matter what they were pounded with, I marveled at the steadfast love that neither would truly waver from. Even when dealing with harsh misunderstandings and deeply hurt feelings, their love never truly cracked under the pressure.

Molly Lee is an author that you want to keep a close eye on. This is a lady who shatters every expectation that you will ever have about a powerful, all-consuming, extraordinary story. In fact, she obliterates them as she shows you what a world with no boundaries can look like. It’s up to you to allow her to open your heart and your mind to more. Do you have the courage to step out into her wonderland and risk seeing who you were always meant to become? I know I want to try even if it’s the only risk I ever take.

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L.A. Remenicky’s Sale

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Ragan’s Song (Fairfield Corners Book 2)
By L.A. Remenicky
Re-Release Date: April 1, 2016
Published by Lavish Publishing
Genre ~ Paranormal Romance
ON SALE99¢until December 15th
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It only took one look into his eyes for her to know she was in trouble.
Adam Bricklin has heard the melody in his head for years, the melody that told him if a decision was right or wrong. When he met Ragan Newlin the song told him she was the one. He was devastated when circumstances tore them apart. It has taken three years for Adam to finally move past the heartbreak he suffered when Ragan left town in the middle of the night. No note, no email, no text. She was just gone. Now he has a new girlfriend, a new album in the works, and his daughter is doing well in school. Until the day Ragan returned to Fairfield Corners.
Ragan came home to celebrate her parent’s anniversary hoping they would forgive her for not telling them about her marriage or her son. When she discovered that Adam was still living in Fairfield Corners she hoped her secrets were safe; secrets that drove her away three years ago, secrets that could change their lives forever.
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Remenicky writes another AMAZING story full of Love” ~ N.E.E.
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Sweet romance with a touch of paranormal. For anyone who enjoys a story about second chances, Ragan’s Song is a perfect choice.” ~  Elizabeth Burgess
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“Loved it!!! Another great book… Loved it and so can’t wait for book 3!!! So worth the read!!! Highly recommended!!! There is no cliffhanger!!!” ~ Kindle Customer
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Loving Jessie’s Girl (Love on the Double Book 1)

By L.A. Remenicky

Release Date: November 28, 2016

Published by Lavish Publishing
Genre ~ Romance
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Until AJ Monroe left Indiana after college he had always lived in his identical twin brother’s shadow. He had made a life for himself in Denver, Colorado, away from Jessie, away from Indiana. But when AJ feared for his brother’s safety, he left everything behind to step back into the shadow he thought he had outgrown. Finding his brother was AJ’s only concern…until he met Jessie’s girl.
Fiercely independent, Rina Abbot hid her true situation from everyone, including her best friend, Jessie. Out of money and unable to care for her rescue dogs she had no choice but to accept the help of the handsome stranger with a familiar face. Afraid to trust him, she tried to ignore the feelings he stirred within her as they searched for his missing brother.
But secrets never stay secrets for long.
Finally open about their feelings for each other, Rina’s secrets began to wreak havoc on their lives. Would Rina’s secrets force AJ to give up his dream of loving Jessie’s girl?
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L.A. Remenicky ~ Love Stories With A Twist
L.A. Remenicky is a forty-something wife and mother of three fur kids. A payroll professional by day, she writes out the stories in her head by night.
An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the background, she can usually be found spending time with her family and friends.
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New Release: The One I Want for Christmas

The One I Want For Christmas
Fiona
Davenport
Genre:
Holiday Romance
*Standalone*
 
     

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*Available on Kindle Unlimited*
 
BLURB:
Holly Lane hadn’t planned to take a
trip on Santa’s lap this year, but her best friend talks her into it anyway.
Only it isn’t a what that she’s wishing for this year… it’s a who. But what are
the odds that Santa can fit Jacob Marley in her stocking?
Warning: Some of the
best gifts come in small packages. Which is a good thing since this sweet &
sexy novella is short… but not as short as the blurb!

 

EXCERPT
“You know what else I’ve heard
about a million times?” she asked, jumping up and dragging me to my feet. “Ho
“Ho! Ho!” the mall Santa finished
off for her as we neared the North Pole display in the middle of the mall.
“Oh, no!” I tugged on my arm,
trying to back away from her.
“C’mon! It’ll be fun,” she
insisted, refusing to let me go.
“We’re too old to go sit on Santa’s
lap,” I protested. “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, they’re not going to
let us do it.”
“Sure they will.” Harley pointed
towards the female elf managing the line. “Kayla will make sure we get in.”
“Crap,” I muttered, recognizing one
of Harley’s friends from high school. They’d been on the cheerleading squad
together for years, which meant Harley was right—it didn’t matter that we were a good ten years older than the biggest
kid in line, they weren’t going to turn us away.
With the sympathetic gleam in Kayla’s eyes as she looked from Harley
to me, there would be no way for me to get out of this gracefully. Forcing a
smile onto my face, I made small talk until it was our turn. Harley went first,
eliciting a giggle from me when she started to sing “Santa Baby” as she settled
herself on Santa’s lap. By the time she hopped off, there was a blush staining
his cheeks and I was giggling so hard I almost couldn’t make my way up to where
he was sitting.
“It’s your turn now. No excuses.” Kayla nudged me forwards.
“Alright, I’m going,” I huffed.
“Sorry about this,” I mumbled.
“No apologies needed. Your friend there was the most entertaining
visitor I’ve had all season.”
“I’m sure she was. She’s quite the
handful.”
“You can say that again,” he
agreed, his eyes darting over to where she stood for a moment.
I peered more closely at his face
and realized the mall Santa wasn’t quite as old as I’d originally thought. And
he definitely wasn’t as soft and round as the padding made him seem, if the
bunched muscles of his thigh were any indication. I had a feeling there was a
hot guy under that suit, one who was interested in my best friend.
Interesting.
Maybe our little visit to Santa was more about her than me.
“What are you wishing for this
Christmas?”
Santa’s question drew me out of my
thoughts about him and Harley. My mind blanked for a moment. I couldn’t think
of a single thing I wanted this year. Well, except for one thing…
“My Christmas wish isn’t a what.
It’s a who,” I whispered.

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RISQUE CONTRACTS SERIES
Penalty Clause
Contingency Plan
Fraternization Rule
Risqué Contracts Series Box Set
Penalty
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YEAH, BABY SERIES
Baby, You’re Mine
Baby Steps
Baby, Don’t Go
Yeah, Baby Series Box Set
Baby,
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Dance With Me, Baby
A Yeah,
Baby Novella
I’m Yours, Baby
A Yeah,
Baby Novella
Brief Me,
Baby
A Yeah, Baby Novella
SEX &
VOWS SERIES
Until Death
Do We Part
For You, I Will
Mafia Ties Series
Nic & Anna’s Story
Deception
Danger
Devotion
Mafia Ties
Brandon & Carly’s Story
Pursuit
Power
Passion
STANDALONE
My Father’s Best Friend
Not So Temporarily Married

ABOUT FIONA DAVENPORT

Hello! My name is Fiona Davenport and I’m a smutoholic. I’ve been
reading raunchy romance novels since… well, forever and a day ago it seems.
And now I get to write sexy stories and share them with others who are like me
and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret
alias, which is kind of awesome since I’ve always wanted one.

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Free Falling Blog Tour

 

Title: Free Falling 
Author: GL Chapple 
Genre: Romance 
 


 
 
 
 
 




 
Maddie
Love shouldn’t hurt. 
Love should make your heart soar – not break it apart 
Love should make you feel safe – not broken and vulnerable. 
I don’t want to feel like this anymore. 
 
Marcus
Anger shouldn’t be all-consuming. 
Anger at her for leaving me 
Anger at her for showing for me that life could be more – and making me crave it. 
I don’t want to feel like this anymore. 
 
Two damaged people, free-falling through life. 
Two friends. Two choices. Two questions. 
If you’re unable to save yourself, can you really help anyone else? 
Can happy-ever-afters exist if you no longer believe in fairy tales?
 
 
 
 
Friends told me how sorry they were – but it wasn’t their fault. They told meI needed to move on – as if it were that fucking easy, and I could just

pick up and carry on. They apologised for my loss – as if I’d

misplaced an item of value, instead of the person that had helped

hold me together, all the broken, messed-up pieces of me…It

devalued her and everything that we had, and I hated that they could

make such stupid, thoughtless and ridiculous statements. I knew

they cared and I knew they were concerned, but it took all my

willpower not to punch them and tell them to fuck off and leave me

alone. I couldn’t give them what they wanted from me. I didn’t want

to talk. I didn’t want to feel…

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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GL Chapple is a welsh author that strongly believes she was born in the wrong country. She lives for hot, sunny days (of which there are never enough in her country of birth and residence!) Despite this, she can often be found at the beach with her husband and two young children. She has always loved to read and write and promised herself, one day, she would have a book bearing her name on her shelf. She will read almost any genre and despite her belief that the kindle ranks in the top ten of inventions, she still loves cuddling up with a paperback. She writes what she loves to read about: stories with heart, humour and heat.
 
 
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