Falling For My Nemesis: A Sweet YA Romance
A burst of laughter from center-court stole my attention. I glanced over to see Carson cackling with Olivia, a basketball casually hooked under his arm, looking as carefree as ever.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to Harper. Typical. Of course he would be fawning all over someone like her. He was probably going to the dance with either her or Tasha, one of Sweet Water’s MG’s. They might be popular and beautiful, but they earned their nickname as the school’s Mean Girls for a reason. I couldn’t imagine if I showed up dateless. No doubt Carson would relish the opportunity to rub my solo-status in my face.
I could picture it now, those crystal blue eyes glittering menacingly under the disco ball in the gym, his hair dark and rumpled. Couldn’t get a date, Shorty? he’d say, and then I’d punch him.
Ugh. Why was I even thinking about him?
I crossed my arms over my chest and mustered a smile. “No worries. I’m sure I’ll—”
My words cut off at the sound of someone yelling, “Heads up!”
But it was too late. I wasn’t fast enough. I was too wrapped up in my own personal crisis to react before the basketball smashed into my face--wham!
I doubled over, my hands flying to where the ball had torpedoed into my eye socket. The pain was sharp—blinding. It took my breath away. Several seconds ticked by before I managed to straighten and inhale, blinking a few times, eyes watering as I searched my surroundings with my good eye like a pirate.
My gaze narrowed, knife-sharp, zeroing in on my assailant. None other than Carson Brooks stood right in my line of vision, a smirk plastered across his perfectly symmetrical pretty-boy face.
I dropped my hand from my throbbing eye and Harper gasped beside me, covering her mouth, mumbling a muffled, “Oh my gosh.”
I gave her a cursory glance—she wasn’t helping—before I returned my focus back to the court where Carson began to laugh. Not a chuckle, but a bent over at the waist, full on belly roll.
And I snapped.
My hands balled at my side, while I stormed the eight feet separating us to his spot on the court, my eyes blazing, fists at the ready. I was a woman possessed as I closed the gap. All of my problems culminated in the single moment he lobbed the basketball into my face, and I was sure it was him. I had never been more certain of anything in my life. It was always him prodding me, poking me, pricking his needle-sharp jabs under my skin.
My face throbbed where he struck me with the ball, and as I neared, he laughed even harder. It took him but a minute to absorb the fury oozing from my pores, and his laughter faded, morphing into his signature smirk.
I didn’t think. I could only react, and before I knew what I was doing, before common sense could prevail, my slender fingers wrapped around his puny neck.
Turning, Ada saw the last person she expected to.
Still, Ada didn’t know what to say. Last time, he’d basically run away from her like she had a catching case of pneumonia, and now he was genuinely happy to see her?
“Sorry about before,” he said now. “This place has a lot of memories for me. Good and bad. I’m still trying to get over the bad.”
Title: Invincible Heart
Author: Bryan Tann & Kindra Sowder
Genre: Dystopian Sci-fi/Political Thriller
Editor: Edd Sowder
Publisher: Burning Willow Press
Publication Date: June 15th, 2019
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Kindra Sowder was born and raised in Rancho Palos Verdes, CA until the age of 12, when her family moved to Spartanburg, SC. She graduated from high school in 2006 with full honors and as a member of her high school Literary Club and the Spanish Honor Society. In January 2014, she graduated with her second degree in Criminal NeuroPsychology. She married her husband Edd Sowder in May 2014 and still lives in Spartanburg, SC where she is basing Burning Willow Press. Her works have earned multiple award nominations.
Hello, my name is Bryan A. Tann and welcome to my little section of Amazon!
I am the author of The Path of Redemption series. The first book, 'The Enforcer' is available now in Kindle (KU) and Print formats. 'The Hunted' is available now in Kindle (KU) format. Print coming soon.
The Path of Redemption tells the story of vampire Enforcer, Bryce Kreed, and his quest to save his soul while trying to protect Mistress Enya Blake from the hands of a vicious sect leader that wants to take her power for himself.
I am also the author of the spinoff of Kinda Sowder's groundbreaking Permutation Archives series titled 'The John Baker Chronicles'. This Permutation Archives Division's first novel, 'Invincible Heart' is available now in Kindle (KU) and print formats. Book 2, Unbreakable Mind, coming December 22nd, 2018.
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Title: The Brave Zombie
Author: E.A. Reyland
Publication Date: June 20th, 2019
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First grade is hard enough when youâre a new student, but for Nigel itâs even harder, being that heâs a zombie and all. Dive into first grade with Nigel as he meets his new friend, Alyssa, and they both learn to be brave together.E.A Reyland spends her days playing the role of super mom and wife. But, at night she dons her cape and put on her writing hat and dives into the world of her imagination. Nothing is off limits to this mom. From friendly zombies to timid werewolves. E.A. is making the paranormal fun for all ages and loving every moment of it. For other works please visit her at www.Emilycyr.com
The Demon Kiss
Chance: Book 3 of a 3 book arc
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Who the hell is she?
And she’s pink, which means she’s important. Which means she probably explodes like Lyra and Corla. Which means… why the fuck is she here?
Sun gods, Jimmy. Get a grip. She already told you in not so many words, she’s here for you!
Oh, yeah. How did that slip my mind? Like… it’s kind of an important fact, right? She’s here for me.
There’s definitely something wrong with me. Maybe she drugged me? Maybe this DNA signature scramble is wearing off?
It shouldn’t be. I’m months early for my booster. This whole trip was just about extra precautions.
But everything has gone wrong since I dropped Xyla off. When was the last time I was in danger and Xyla wasn’t around to have my back?
Never, I decide. This is the first and only time that I’ve been out in space without her.
I wonder if I could reach her from here?
I tap my wristband and find her contact, so wishing we were on Harem and I could just open an air screen or command Baby ALCOR to send a neutrino wave to her comms. I ping her, hoping that Blue Sand Beach is close enough for me to get through.
But a Mighty Minion message appears stating that while I’m not authorized for inter-station calls I could purchase an add-on communication package for the low, low price of twenty-five thousand credits.
Figures. This place is such a scam.
I decide this is worth it, so I tap the ‘Purchase’ tab. I need to get in touch with her and let her know what’s happening. My Mighty Pass chimes and says, “You can now make inter-station calls in the Vacation Sector.”
“Great.” I tab Xyla again, then wait as a little animation of Mighty Boss making a call to Mighty Hime plays on my little screen.
Xyla’s face appears. She’s in the middle of sipping a frothy exotic drink with half a dozen swizzle sticks poking out the top, and her sexybot girlfriends are all crowding into the frame. “Jim-meeeeeee!” She laughs, almost spitting out her drink.
“So hey, sorry to bother you but—”
“Jim-meeeeeeee,” all the girlfriends echo.
“Uh, hey… ladies. Nice to see you again. Xyla, can I have a moment?”
“Jimmmmmm-meeeeeeeeeeee!” they all say again.
For sun’s fucking sake. Has everyone on my team lost their fucking mind?
“I got a new swimsuit,” Xyla says. “Wanna check it out?” She fumbles with her wristband, taking it off, I guess, then hands it to her friend and says, “Get all of me in the frame,” as she steps back and starts modeling her new purple bikini, yellow ocean and blue sand beach in the background.
“Looks great,” I say. “So can I talk to you for—”
“Don’t you love it? Cha-Cha got one too. Here, Chach. Gimme that back and you model next!”
“Xyla,” I say, rubbing my temple with two fingers. Because I’m starting to get annoyed.
But Cha-Cha is already twirling unsteadily in a circle. Her suit is lime green and comes with holsters hanging off her hip strings for holding knives.
“Now you, Ladybug!”
Ladybug’s suit is black with red polka dots and she’s sporting a plasma pistol on her hip.
“And look!” Xyla exclaims. “They sell SEAR swords here!” The frame rotates, goes upside down, then rotates again and then Xyla is standing backlit by a fake Blue Sand Beach sun, spinning, and kicking as she demonstrates her sword skills.
I just watch her until she’s done because Chach and Ladybug are screaming and whistling in the background.
She comes back to the wristband, takes it in her hand and shoves it up to her face, then pans it around the beach hut. “This place,” she slurs, “is a goddamned assassin’s paradise!”
“Are we assassins now?” I ask.
“We’ve decided we are,” Cha-Cha says, as she whips out her own sword, stands, erect, closes her eyes, breathes deep, and then starts doing a slow-motion kata routine complete with slow-motion talking.
Ladybug and Xyla erupt in giggles, practically falling over.
“Oh,” Xyla says, still laughing. “Did you need something, Jimmy?”
“No,” I say. “No… just we’re stuck here.”
Xyla frowns. “Stuck? Where?”
“On Mighty Minions.”
All three girls erupt in laughter.
“Yup,” I say. “It’s pretty funny. We got a virus and had to stop to get a new water generator. And now Dicker seems to have a strip poker problem and I met this girl. She’s supposed to be an engineer but she’s really—”
A siren sounds over on Blue Sand Beach and all three girls swivel their heads to the left.
“That’s the last call for the wet package contest,” Xyla says, out of breath. “Gotta go.”
And then the call drops.
What the fuck is happening?
I call her back but Mighty Boss informs me that I’ve used up all my comm credits.
Because of course I have.
Just then the bedroom door opens and Delphi walks out wearing tight leggings that hug her hips, a tight sweater that hugs her tits, and some furry booties.
Immediately I become distracted. Like… I can’t take my eyes off this cute little pink nightmare. My cocks begin to swell. Both of them. And if I was in my right mind I’d be worried about that, because my junk just doesn’t work that way. But I’m not in my right mind. My mind is consumed with thoughts of kissing her, and fondling her, and yes, fucking her brains out.
Title: Sweet Adventures
Author: Tamie Dearen
Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs
Publication Date: June 13, 2019
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Will Katie jump into the shark-infested waters for a second chance at love?
Katie Carson is afraid of everything. Spiders. Sharks. And especially loveâ¦ thanks to her ex-fiancÃ©. That's why her immediate attraction to the reckless Gary Lassiter scares her to death. Sure, he looks like Superman and he saved her from a giant arachnid, but he's an adrenaline junkie.
Gary Lassiter owes his life to his best friend, Steven. But his loyalty is tested when he meets Steven's PA, Katie. Though Steven and Katie are probably a better-suited match, Gary wants Katie for himself. He sees a lot of spunk behind her overtly timid faÃ§ade, and heâs determined to bring it out in the open.
When the three spend a week at Indigo Bay, Katie starts to fall for Gary, even stepping outside her comfort zone. Itâs all fun and games until her adventure brings her to a moment of life or death. Thrown into the nightmares of her past, sheâs convinced they canât have a future together. Will Gary get past her defenses?
This is the sixth book in the Indigo Bay Second Chance Romance series. All books have been written as standalones, so feel free to dive in anywhere!
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Tamie Dearen lives in Texas with her very romantic husbandâher own personal romance hero. Sheâs been involved in creative writing since elementary school, though her degrees are in the science fieldsâChemistry and a D.D.S. But a more recent masterâs degree in higher education sparked her writing bug again. And with a zany and wonderful bunch of family and friends, thereâs no end of inspiration for her stories. Contact her on her website at TamieDearen.com.
Katie screamed, jumping up so fast her desk chair crashed to the floor behind her. The spider on her desk was gargantuanâapproximately the size of Godzillaâcovered with spiky brown hairs. She could tell by the menacing look in each of its ten million beady eyes it was preparing to leap at her and inflict a lethal bite.
Maybe it already bit me!
She checked her arms for signs of puncture wounds.
âIs something wrong?â
The deep voice startled her, and she whipped around, stumbling on the overturned chair. The room tilted and a sledge hammer impacted the back of her head. She looked up from the floor, stars swirling in front of the face that bent over her. Thick brows furrowed over crystal blue eyes.
I know that faceâitâs Superman!
Pain thudded in her skull, forcing her eyelids closed.
âAre you okay?â
âJust hit my head,â she mumbled.
Her eyes came open as gentle hands lifted under her shoulders. The blue-eyed hero was kneeling beside her, so close she caught a whiff of his enticing scent, a combination of minty clean and a dash of masculine aftershave. Curling her legs to the side, she sat up and groaned, raising her hand to the back of her head.
âLet me see,â he said.
Her face was pressed against his clean black t-shirt, as his fingers parted her hair to probe the tender scalp on the back of her head. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the intoxicating smell.
âItâs not bleeding,â Superman announced. âGood thing you have this padded rug under your desk. The tile wouldâve split it open.â
As her hero uprighted her chair, she couldnât help noticing how his back muscles flexed and bulged, pressing against the thin cotton.
Thatâs strangeâ¦ Iâve never wished I was a t-shirt before.
Stretching to his full-height, something over six feet, he turned to face her and bestowed a slow smile that sent warmth furling in her belly. Damp tendrils on his forehead suggested heâd been in the shower moments earlier.
Had he come from the company gym? She only interacted with a few of Gherring, Inc.âs employees, the ones who came to the board room to meet with Steven Gherring, her boss. Sheâd certainly never met this guy before. No way she could forget Superman.
He rubbed his hand across the stubble of dark beard on his square jaw, and she imagined her fingers doing the same, tracing the sharp angle, relishing the masculine feel of the soft bristles on her sensitive skin.
His eyes sparkled as if he somehow read her thoughts, and blood rushed up her neck to highlight her embarrassment.
As if it wasnât humiliating enough to meet Superman when Iâm sprawled on the floor.
âIâll help you up,â he said.
She placed her palms in his outstretched hands. Big mistake! Charged like an ongoing static shock, his touch sucked the air from her lungs in a whoosh. Before she could escape his electrifying grasp, his large hands folded over hers. With what seemed to be little effort, he hefted her up and eased her into the chair. Then he sat back on the edge of her desk, folding his arms.
âStand up! Get off the desk!â she yelped.
At her cry, he jolted to his feet and whipped around, staring at it as though it might explode at any moment. âWhatâs wrong with the desk?â
She aimed a wobbly finger at the desktop, the last place sheâd seen the spider, whoâd now retreated into some unseen place. No doubt, his plan was to hide away, waiting patiently until sheâd forgotten about him, only to spring out and clamp his jaws on her skin.
âThereâs a spider.â
He glanced at the desktop, empty except for her laptop, the dark wood pristine as always, not a scrap of paper marring the gleaming surface. âWhere?â
âHeâs hiding now. Probably went underneath or in a drawer, but he was humongous.â She stretched her arms as wide as they would go.
âThat big, huh?â The corners of his mouth twitched.
âHe was huge. And poisonous. A brown recluse.â She put enough certainty in her voice to properly warn him, though she hoped her hero was brave enough to slay the skulking beast.
âVenomous.â He sank to his knees, peering under her desk. âSpiders are venomous, not poisonous.â
âEither way, I hate them.â
âIt wasnât a brown recluse, though.â
âHow do you know? Do you see him?â
âNot yet, but I know we donât have brown recluse spiders in New York City. It gets too cold here.â
Too her horror, half his body disappeared under her desk, deep into the spiderâs lair. âDonât go in there.â
A muffled chuckle sounded, before he backed out and stood, miraculously unmarked, brushing his fingers on his jeans. âI knocked a little spider web down. That should take care of it.â His hand swept toward the desk, as if all were clear.
âNo, thanks. Iâll just do my work over here until the exterminators come.â Katie stood, crept toward her laptop and snatched it, retreating back to her chair, well away from the spiderâs domain. Then the monster emerged, charging across the rug. âThere he is!â she yelled, on her feet and scrambling away. âGet him before he makes it to the bookshelves!â
With amazing calm, her hero stepped on the spider. Relief flooded Katieâs system, knowing she wouldnât have to be on guard for his reappearance. Superman bent down and examined the conquered foe.
âYouâre that afraid of a tiny little spider?â He cocked his head at her, fingers shoving through his damp locks, pushing them into adorable disarray.
She shrugged. âHe looked bigger on the desk.â
He coughed behind his hand, but it sounded suspiciously like a laugh. âNow that weâve ended this horrible arachnid infestation, Iâm here to see Steven.â
Katie snapped into her role, Guardian of the CEO.
âIâm sorry. Do you have an appointment, Mr. â¦?â She left the question hanging.
âLassiter. Gary Lassiter. And no, I donât have an appointment, butââ
âIâm afraid Mr. Gherring wonât be able to see you without an appointment. His schedule is quite full. Letâs see when we can fit you in.â She opened her laptop and pulled up his schedule, with no real intention of making an appointment. Steven Gherring had given strict instructions not to schedule any appointments he didnât initiate himself. One of Gherringâs subordinates would no doubt handle this man, clearly an intruder, even if he did look like Superman and valiantly slayed large spiders.
âI think Steven will want to talk to me. Weâre partners in a business deal.â
âIf you arenât willing to follow protocol, Mr. Lassiter, you may find your business deal canceled.â
âIâll take my chances.â With an arrogant grin, Gary edged toward the entrance to Gherringâs private office, an ornately carved wood door.
In a flash, Katie was on her feet, racing for the door. With the element of surprise on her side, she reached it first, barring the entrance with her body. Her chin lifted in dogged determination as she glared up at the invader, who towered over her by at least six inches.
âNo one goes through this door without an appointment.â
His devastating blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he retrieved his cell phone and held up his index finger. âOne moment, please.â
He tapped once on his screen and held the phone to his ear. âHiâ¦ Iâm hereâ¦ No, I canâtâ¦ Because your very attractive pit bull is guarding the door, baring her teeth at me.â
Katie heard her bossâ laughter from the phone in Garyâs hand just before the door opened behind her.
She barely kept her jaw from dropping. This interloper had Steven Gherringâs personal cell number?
âI tried to tell you.â Gary shook his head.
Her face radiated heat. But for the recent spider web, she mightâve crawled under her desk to hide. Instead, she aimed a glare at her boss. âYou made an appointment with this man and didnât bother to tell me?â
âAn oversight on my part, Ms. Carson. It wonât happen again.â
His lips curved into the trademark, billion-dollar smile that left most women swooning. Katie, however, was impervious to his charms. Not because he was thirteen years olderâhe certainly didnât look itâbut because sheâd sworn off men two years ago. All men. Including handsome billionaires, like her boss.
And hunky spider-killers whoâre too smug for their own good.
âIt was nice to meet you, Ms. Carson,â said Gary, apparently unaware of the poison darts her eyes sent his way. âI hope you donât encounter any more giant arachnids.â
âThank you for disposing of that one,â she mumbled, more irritated than grateful.
He followed Steven inside the door, but turned to his head to toss over his shoulder, âJust thought you might want to know, I noticed a bunch of empty spider eggs in that web.â
The door clicked closed behind him, but the sound was drowned out by the bass drum her heart pounded in her ear.
“Tell me that everything’s okay,” he says seriously. “Tell me that this time no one’s going to run away or regret this or lose their mind over it.”
I look at him and smile. “None of those things are going to happen.”
He exhales and caresses my face with his hand.
“Riley Murray, you’re breathtaking, you know that?”
My heart swells in my chest.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
He laughs, rolling onto his back and bringing me with him. I lie down and stretch out alongside him, resting my head on his chest. I caress his pecs, his shoulders and his arms. I hear him sigh every time I change the movement.
“Do you want to know what I really like?”
He turns his head to look at me better. I raise my gaze and let myself be taken in by the warmth in his eyes.
“This. You and me.”
He exhales deeply as if he had been holding his breath this whole time.
“I’m begging you, please don’t leave me in the middle of the night.”
And in this moment, with his eyes as sweet and melancholy as I’ve ever seen, Ian O’Connor takes my heart and I know he’ll never give it back.
Author: G. S. Scott
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Cover Designer: Colleen Nye
Editor: Genevieve Scholl
Publisher: True Tree Press
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The world is in the grasp of the God of Chaos, whose only mantra is: Do as Thou Wilt.
When Chaos orchestrates the mass slaughter he calls The Cleansing, men and Gods alike turn to stand up against him. With the God of Chaos, the God of Death, and the God of Order clashing, their followers must face off in and epic, bloody struggle.
Dirge, an apprentice to the Brotherhood of Assassins and follower of Death, is approached by The Prophet of the forgotten God of Order. Suddenly, he finds himself at odds with all that he knows and all that will be.
Three Gods. One man â torn between what is right and what is wrong and what he's destined to do.
G. S. Scott is the author of CLEANSED, and SORROWâS HEART, from the series THE CHRONICLES OF THE TRUE TREE.
Mr. Scott spent his youth, sitting in a basement playing tabletop role-playing games. It got his creative juices flowing. Characters of all types banged around in his head, demanding to be let loose into the world. And he obliged them.
G. S. Scott is active in local writing groups and is an avid gamer, with the Fallout series topping the list. He enjoys local theater with his playwright wife, Sarah. He knew she was the one when she quoted Monty Python on their third date.
G. S. Scott can be found at http://www.g-s-scott.com
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