Defying Gravity
You can also grab the prequel -- EXCERPT: We pulled off the Pacific Coast Highway and drove into the small parking lot of a private entrance near Topanga Beach. It was a smaller surfing spot than our peers would normally venture to, with a slim chance of being seen by anyone we knew. Still, I couldn’t help the anxiety that flitted around my insides as I hopped out of the truck. Tobias grabbed our boards, and I stripped down to my light-blue two-piece, leaving my white board shorts on. He’d already pulled his shirt off and stood there in his black-and-white-striped suit, grinning at me. “Why do you always wear those things?” I looked at my short-shorts and shrugged. Heat rose in my neck and up my cheeks as I ran a hand down my sides. Would it be awful to admit that while I love my stomach and all my curves, I hate my thighs? He eyed me for a second then leaned our boards against the side of his truck. After stepping forward, he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me close, so my chest was flush under his. “You don’t have to hide your body from me, Amelia.” He tipped my chin, his gaze burning into mine. “I’ve seen you naked.” My face caught fire at his words. Then the hand at my waist slid over my navel and down to where my shorts were tied. They unknotted with one pull. “And I love every sexy inch.” My eyes held his as I swallowed and took a step back. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone swimming without the comfort of cloth wrapping my thighs, but I knew I had nothing to worry about with Tobias. He’d only ever appreciated my body—with his hands, with his mouth, with his words. Like ripping off a bandage, I pushed down my shorts and tossed them in the bed of the truck. “That’s my girl.” He held my board out to me with a grin. When I grabbed it, he dipped his head low, touching his lips to mine. Despite the warmth of the sun, chills broke out over my skin. He pulled back, winking and taking my hand in his. “Let’s go catch some waves.” By the time we reached the shoreline, my nerves had dissolved completely. I was thankful that he’d taken me to a spot private enough that we were the only two in the area. We swam out to the break, lifted ourselves onto our boards, and sat side by side in opposite directions, in no hurry to rush for a swell. The sun had started to dip in the horizon, painting the sky with a yellow to orange to blue gradient. And while there was a flurry of action around us, I focused on Tobias’s silence that spoke volumes. “You were quiet on the way here.” My voice was so soft against the beating waves, I worried he didn’t hear me. But after a moment, he nodded, then his eyes flickered to me. “I called social services.” My chest squeezed at the frustration in his tone. I hated that he was getting doors slammed from everyone he approached for help. No wonder he felt like his life had been a lie. Without knowing where he came from, he would always feel there was a piece of himself missing. To Tobias, that piece was massive. “Did they tell you anything new?” He shook his head. “Of course not. Except that another letter went out requesting consent from my biological parents. I just want to find them, you know. I have so many questions, and my parents refuse to tell me anything more than what they already have.” “They refuse? Seriously?” He shrugged. “They say they don’t know anything more. That it was a closed, private adoption through an agency in LA and there’s nothing they can do.” Frustration brewed inside me as I thought about his parents. I’d lived next door to them most of my life, but I hadn’t realized how selfish they were until Tobias told me about their reaction to him finding the adoption papers. That they cared more about carrying on with the lie than they did about the son they swore they were only trying to protect. Tobias was certain the lie was more to protect their appearance of being the perfect family, and that killed me inside. “I’m sorry.” “It is what it is.” He reached a hand out to play with a strand of wet hair that had fallen over my shoulders. “I don’t want to think about any of that when I’m with you, though.” I tilted my head and smiled softly. Something about having the attention of Malibu’s once-golden boy all to myself lit my insides. I’d always been so focused on dance that I rarely dated in high school. And when I did, no one could hold my attention the same way that Tobias did. I loved being with him. I loved the way he made me feel. I hated that it wouldn’t last. “C’mere,” he said with a tilt of his lips. We leaned into each other, but the reach was too far, causing our boards to sway. I giggled as he growled and slapped the water. “Fuck it.” Before I knew it, Tobias was slipping off his board and onto mine. He shook his head, sending water droplets all around us. Then he leaned forward again, this time with a glint of mischief in his gorgeous blue eyes. “Much better.” He kissed me with saltwater lips, drinking me in like a starved man lost at sea. I wanted to be his life raft, to save him from his suffering and bring him safely ashore. But the tide was coming. The winds were unpredictable. And the eye of the storm was quickly approaching.
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Stacey Rourke is the award winning author of works that span genres, but possess the same flare for action and snarky humor. She lives in Florida with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.
Utopia Award Winner Author of the Year 2018 Utopia Award Winner for Best Villain 2018 for Ursela in Rise of the Sea Witch Readers' Favorite YA Fantasy Bronze Medal Winner 2017 Readers' Favorite Fantasy Silver Medal Winner for 2015 Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012 Visit her at www.staceyrourke.com Facebook at www.facebook.com/staceyrourkeauthor or on Twitter or instagram @Rourkewrites.
Title: Silas
Author: Apryl Baker
Genre: NA Horror/Paranormal
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Publication Date: August 6th, 2019
Blurb:Silas has done many horrible things as a demon without apology or regret. He has his reasons for creating his granddaughter and putting her in harmâs way.
But what are those reasons?
Why did he become a demon?
Why did he manipulate the Crane and Dubois bloodlines to create Mattie Hathaway to take on Deleriel, a Fallen Angel?
Silasâs past has been kept closely guarded, his intentions his own.
But now those secrets are threatened, his past about to be laid bare to the only two people he cares about.
Will it cost him everything when they discover the real reason he created his granddaughter, or will they understand?
Well, Iâm the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friends laugh at me when I scare myself watching them and tell me to stop watching them, but who doesnât love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.
Now, I live in a small town in West Virginia where I entertain my niece and nephew and watch the cats get teased by the birds and laugh myself silly when they swoop down and then dive back up just out of reach. The cats start yelling something fierceâ¦lol.
I love books, I love writing books, and I love entertaining people with my silly stories.
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BLURB: With a touch of her hand, Octavia Hollows can restore life. Yet, she couldn’t save the man she loved from the horrific accident that stole him from her. Octavia thought she could outrun the pain, but ghosts from the past refuse to be silenced. Out of options, she chooses to retrace her wayward journey across the country in search of answers. Surrounded by baffling mysteries of the undead, what she learns about herself along the way might become her greatest weapon. Tallahassee, Florida: Where the love of her life died. Octavia’s coven has gone missing, and a demented stalker is sending her body parts in the mail. Tired of playing along with his twisted games, the pink-haired necromancer and her swinekick are preparing for war. But this is one battle she won’t face alone. Friends, both living and deceased, will rise to stand beside her. Will it be enough to end the creeper’s murderous vendetta? Or, will death come for the one person Octavia can’t resurrect… herself? BUY LINK: Amazon *Check out Review on Good Books Tab or click here Stacey Rourke is the award winning author of works that span genres, but possess the same flare for action and snarky humor. She lives in Florida with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.
Utopia Award Winner Author of the Year 2018 Utopia Award Winner for Best Villain 2018 for Ursela in Rise of the Sea Witch Readers' Favorite YA Fantasy Bronze Medal Winner 2017 Readers' Favorite Fantasy Silver Medal Winner for 2015 Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012 Visit her at www.staceyrourke.com Facebook at www.facebook.com/staceyrourkeauthor or on Twitter or instagram @Rourkewrites.
Title: The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets
Author: Molly Fader
Genre: Womenâs Fic
Publisher: Graydon House
Publication Date: July 16th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Blurb:
What drove their family apart just might bring them back togetherâ¦
Itâs been seventeen years since the tragic summer the McAvoy sisters fell apart. Lindy, the wild one, left home, carved out a new life in the city and never looked back. Delia, the sister who stayed, became a mother herself, raising her daughters and running the family shop in their small Pennsylvania hometown on the shores of Lake Erie.
But now, with their motherâs ailing health and a rebellious teenager to rein in, Delia has no choice but to welcome Lindy home. As the two sisters try to put their family back in order, they finally have the chance to reclaim whatâs been lost over the years: for Delia, professional dreams and a happy marriage, and for Lindy, a sense of home and an old flameâand best of all, each other. But when one turbulent night leads to a shocking revelation, the women must face the past theyâve avoided for a decade. And thereâs nothing like an old secret to bring the McAvoy women back together and stronger than ever.
With warm affection and wry wit, Molly Faderâs The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets is about the ties that bind family and the power of secrets to hold us back or set us free.
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MOLLY FADER is the award-winning author of more than forty novels under the pennames Molly O'Keefe and M. O'Keefe. She grew up outside of Chicago and now lives with her family in Toronto. The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets is her first women's fiction novel.
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A Game of Sins
-- EXCERPT: “What if I wasn’t that nice?” It was a strange kick to be thought of as nice. My own family thought of me as a slut. They didn’t say the word, but it was obvious my father was thinking it. I wasn’t sure I disagreed, either. Maybe I’d have been different in a different life, but I liked sex. I liked the illusion of power that it gave me. My life was utterly out of my control. I liked moments of control. “You seem nice,” Luke said in that kind way. “You’re wrong, but I like that you think so,” I said, and then I pushed him a little more. “Were you dangerous, father?” “Yes.” “I like dangerous.” I stepped closer, standing as close as I could be without being inappropriate. “Tell me more.” He clenched his jaw and looked away. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to do here.” “Flirt . . .?” I said it like it was a question, but it wasn’t. He nodded to a group of seminarians. When they were gone, he asked, “Why?” “I’m bored. You’re interesting.” I leaned in and stretched up on my tip-toes. “And you’re sexy.” He stared at my mouth, so I let my lips part. I made an approving noise as his eyes dilated and then I whispered, “And I’m not actually sweet or nice. If you knew what I was really thinking, you’d know that.” He said nothing more, simply motioned me forward and walked me to the dorms. Whatever happened next, I knew already that that he was interested. The question was if he was going to act on it. We walked across campus in the dark. He stayed an appropriate distance from me, and I figured that I’d let him do whatever he chose. I’d given him the invitation, assured him that I was interested, removed the risk of rejection. I was a sure thing. Knowing that was typically enough to make a man go from maybe to yes. Several quiet moments passed and then he glanced over at me. I smiled and lowered my gaze, waiting. We kept walking, and I said nothing more. When we reached the place where he would have to leave me, he quietly accepted the bait I’d offered and asked, “What were you really thinking?” “I was imagining you fucking me on the pool table,” I said. “I’ll imagine it when I’m in my room, naked in my bed, too. Think about it with every stroke.” “You can’t—” “Oh, I can, Father Luke,” I assured him. “Do you fuck slowly? Deliberately? Or would you pound into me, desperate from having had no release in so long?” He stared at me. His breathing was heavier. He was picturing it, too. So, I continued, “Or do you still touch yourself, father?” Luke swallowed, staring at me and refusing to answer. “I wish I could watch,” I told him. “Kenzie . . .” Before walking away, I smiled and added, “Forgive me, father. I’m about to sin.” He still stared at me. I could feel his gaze burning me up. I looked over my shoulder. When I glanced back, he still stood there, watching me. So, I blew him a kiss.
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