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McFarland’s Farm

by Cardeno C.

 

 Wealthy, attractive Lucas Reika treats life like a party, moving from bar to bar and man to man. Thumbing his nose at his restaurateur father's demand that he earn his keep, Lucas instead seduces a valued employee in the kitchen of their flagship restaurant, earning himself an ultimatum: lose access to his father's money or stay in the middle of nowhere with a man he has secretly lusted over from afar. Quiet, hard-working Jared McFarland loves his farm on the outskirts of Hope, Arizona, but he aches to have someone to come home to at the end of the day. Jared agrees to take in his longtime crush as a favor. But when Lucas invades his heart in addition to his space, Jared has to decide how much of himself he's willing to risk and figure out if he can offer Lucas enough to keep him after his father's punishment is over.

Excerpt: McFarland’s Farm by Cardeno C.

“Please tell me you can go again,” Lucas said breathlessly.

“Won’t be a problem,” Jared assured him. “Just give me a few minutes to recharge.” He flicked his tongue over Lucas’s lips, pulling back with a grin when Lucas darted forward and tried to catch him.

“Come here,” Lucas said playfully. “I’m hungry.”

Jared chuckled. “I don’t think my tongue’s going to fill you up.”

“Oh no?” Lucas leered at him and waggled his eyebrows. “You have something else in mind?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Enjoying the game, Jared took hold of Lucas’s hand and brought it between them, resting it on his package.

“Mmm, I can see that.” Lucas gently cupped Jared’s sensitive balls before running one finger up his satisfied cock. “This is nice and thick. It’d really fill me up.”

“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m in the middle of a cheesy porno?”

Scrunching his nose in an incredibly adorable way, Lucas nodded. “You’re right. That last line was total Velveeta. I blame it on the hunger.”

“You didn’t finish your dinner,” Jared said as he rolled off Lucas and lay on his side. He grasped Lucas’s hip and tugged him forward so they were chest to chest. “Do you want me to go get you a snack?”

“And where, pray tell, do you plan to find such a thing?” Lucas draped his leg over Jared’s waist and played with the hair on his chest.

“Uh.” Jared thought through the contents of his kitchen. He wasn’t much of a snacker so he didn’t buy chips or cookies or crackers. “I, uh, can heat up—”

“Let me help you out by giving you the answer to my question.” Lucas paused and looked at him meaningfully. “If it’s food, we won’t find it in your kitchen.”

“Oh.” Jared blinked in surprise. “Are we low on food?”

“Low?” Lucas snorted. “Sure, we can call it low.” He leaned forward and circled Jared’s nipple with this tongue. “Or we can go with accuracy and call it nonexistent.”

Still satisfied from his orgasm, Jared enjoyed Lucas’s attention without losing focus on the conversation. “When I got my breakfast out of the freezer this morning, I could have sworn there were lots of meals left in there.”

“Let’s take a moment to repeat what you said.” Lucas cleared his throat. “When I got my breakfast out of the freezer.” He arched his eyebrows. “Why is your breakfast in the freezer? And your lunch? And your dinner?”

“I’m sorry,” Jared said, immediately feeling guilty about forcing a man accustomed to chef-prepared cuisine to settle for Hungry-Man. “I know you don’t like the frozen meals, but I don’t have time to cook, and even if I did, I hate doing it. Tomorrow’s Friday. How about we go into town and eat at Jesse’s?”

“That sounds good. I called the grocery store, and they’re open until nine. Do you think you can finish what you need to do outside in time to get cleaned up, go to dinner, and still leave an hour or so for shopping?”

“An hour?” Jared repeated. “What are we going to do at the store for an hour?”

“Well, I’ve never been there, and I think it’s a fair bet you’re not all that familiar with anything outside of the frozen food aisle, so I want to leave us enough time to find everything on my list.”

“List?”

“Yeah.” Lucas nodded and moved his finger over the same path his tongue had taken, tracing the perimeter of Jared’s nipple. “I got all the urgent invoices, emails, and letters out today, so I had time to poke around online. I made a list of meals to tide us over for a week, and I need to stock up the kitchen.”

“You’re going to cook?”

“Like I said earlier, one of us has to and you work longer hours. Besides, I think maybe I’ll enjoy it. I’ll for sure enjoy eating food that’s not loaded with preservatives.” Lucas nudged Jared’s shoulder until he tipped onto his back. Then he crawled onto his lap. “What do you say?” he asked as he ran his fingers through Jared’s beard.

“Say?” Jared mumbled, distracted by how good it felt to have Lucas touching him. “Uh-huh, sure. We can go to Smitty’s after dinner.”

“Good.” Lucas grinned at him, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “But that’s not what I meant.” He tilted his hips back and rubbed his ass over Jared’s groin.

“It isn’t?” Jared asked hoarsely. “What did you mean?”

“I meant, what do you say about going again?” He moved back and forth, giving Jared delicious friction right where he wanted it most. “You up for it?”

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*****

This was an absolutely fantastic story that kept me hooked from the very beginning. This is a hot book with two very different males that will keep you wanting more. I instantly fell in love with Jared and connected with him emotionally. It took me a little longer to fall in love with Lucas but once I did there was no turning back. Once these two face their feelings they will definitely have you completely in love with them. 5 stars

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 Cardeno C. - CC to friends - is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few "awwws" into a reader's day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno's stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever-after sunset. Cardeno's Home, Family, and Mates series have received awards from Love Romances and More Golden Roses, Rainbow Awards, the Goodreads M/Romance Group, and various reviewers. But even more special to CC are heartfelt reactions from readers, like, "You bring joy and love and make it part of the every day."
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PART OF ME/INSIDE OF YOU by Haven Francis♥ BOOK BLITZ

   

Title: Part Of Me(Jessa& Paxton Book One)

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Author: Haven Francis

Release Date: July 28, 2014

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Part of Me , the latest New Adult romance from author, Haven Francis. Available July, 29th, 2014.

Within minutes of meeting Jessa, Paxton already understood that he would not be able to let her go if he ever really let her in. Which is why he spent his year in her small Minnesota town playing nice and being her friend. Because Jessa’s future was in Chicago and Chicago was the city where every bad memory Paxton has was made. It was a city he could never return to. And he doesn't want to – he is finally free from his past and living recklessly in California with his Pops and the rest of his Venice family. But now that he has everything he has ever wanted, he can’t help but want more. And he can’t help but wonder if that more isn't Jessa.

When her first real attempt at commitment leads to a disastrous first month of college in Chicago, Jessa has reaffirmed that in a relationship she will only be one thing – in control. Which means she keeps her relationships filled with sex and void of emotion. But it also means that, in this new life where she hoped to find herself, she is absolutely alone. That is until Paxton sends his friend Violet her way. Suddenly thrust into the life that Paxton left behind and sleeping in the bed in Violet’s apartment that Paxton made so his, Jessa is finally starting to feel like herself. But she is also discovering that she never really knew the guy she considered her best friend. Who the hell is this violent, womanizing, rock god that everyone here is so reluctant to tell her about?

With Jessa firmly planted in Paxton’s past, he can’t seem to let her go. But is heading back to Chicago, the city he is being paid to stay out of, for a girl who will never want anything more than a stable sexual partner worth the risk? Maybe. Maybe he will just have to slide back into his old bed and convince Jessa that part of her is still firmly planted inside of him. Maybe he will have to show her just how well they are made for each other.

Part of Me can be read as a standalone novel or with book two in the series, Inside of You.

Due to explicit sexual content, this book is intended for mature readers.

Excerpt

“Ready to call it a night, beso?” “Yeah. It’s been a long day – having you around is tiring,” I tell him, flicking him on his arm before heading to my… our… room. “As far as I can tell it’s you who is fucking up the entire vibe of the city. Things were pretty mellow last time I was here.” “Funny,” I tell him, heading to the dresser and pulling out my shorts and tank top. I turn to Paxton who is stripping out of his jeans- his hoodie and t-shirt are already on the floor. I can’t stop myself from running my eyes over his body as he stands before me. He really is beautiful in the coarsest of ways. I really wish his friends hadn’t put me on lockdown these past few weeks because a beautiful man like Paxton, standing before me in the flesh, is making my insides pound. Jesus, I need to get off ASAP. I look away from Paxton and peel off my dress and bra before pulling on my tank top. I turn back to him as I step into my shorts. He’s lounging in the bed, his arms propped above his head, the tats on the underside of his forearms displayed. I’m very aware that Paxton is watching me dress – something that he has seen before, but his heavy-lidded eyes have me working quick to get myself covered up. “Pax, are we really sharing that tiny bed?” “Yeah, beso, we are. Get your ass in here, I want to go to sleep.” I let out a long breath and then go to him, sliding under the covers, acutely aware of the extra body that is now with me. I’m prepared for him to sling his arm around me but he doesn’t. We just lay next to each other in silence. I’m tired but I can’t sleep, not with him in this bed with me. So close, but in every form of the word, so far away. “What happened with you and Elijah tonight?” he asks in his deep, quiet voice. “You know… same shit as usual. You realize that your friends have been all over any guy that even looks my way?” I ask, curious how much of this long process was dictated by him. He lets out a low laugh. “Fucking with your game, huh?” “Yeah, they were. I finally find a guy that’s not terrified by the mere mention of your name and… surprise, surprise - the ultimate ladies’ man is nothing but a commitmentaholic underneath his bad boy skin. You would think I would be every man’s dream- all I want is a little release, a little fun. But can I find it? No, Pax, I cannot. I haven’t gotten any action since Dylan and the only kind of action I’ve gotten from him in the last few months is the husband kind. What the hell is wrong with me?” I know I’m spewing, but with anyone but Pax, Emily and Natalie, talking about my unconventional preferences comes off the wrong way. I need a verbal release. I need so many kinds of releases it’s not even funny. “So he pulled out a ring and you bolted?” “Yes, he got down on one knee and everything,” I say, snidely. “No. But he pulled the commitment talk out of his ass. I blame you,” I tell Paxton ‘cause I’m pretty sure it was his fault. “You stroll into town, move into my bed, flaunt your good looks in his face and my potential partner in sex pulls out the lockdown.” Paxton laughs quietly before turning his back to me and making it known he’s calling it a night. “Keep trying, Jess. Your perfect man will come along eventually.” “There is no perfect man,” I say, hunkering down into bed. “You are about the closest thing that I will ever have to my perfect man.” “I’ve never gotten you off,” he mutters. “Exactly, you’re the only guy in my life that I’ve been close to who has never gotten me off and therefore we haven’t ruined what we have. Sometimes I think about that night when I first met you. You were such a prick, but I’m glad. If we would have eventually had sex we wouldn’t have become friends. I wouldn’t have you in my life. It’s scary to think about,” I whisper. Paxton is so quiet, I wonder if he’s sleeping. “I don’t ever want to lose you.” I wait a minute for him to respond, but it’s clear he’s dozed off. I close my eyes and try to do the same but I can’t. Now that Paxton’s here I just want to be with him. I want to stay up late and talk like we used to. I want to fall asleep on his chest like I used to. I turn and wrap my arms around his naked stomach, fitting my cheek against his warm back. I take in a big breath, letting Paxton’s familiar scent and his warm body comfort me.

Title:Inside Of You(Jessa& Paxton Book Two)

Author: Haven Francis

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 28, 2014

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Inside of You is the followup novel to Part of Me and is the final book in Jessa& Paxton's story.

With Paxton’s past in Glencoe behind him and Jessa’s walls destroyed, Jessa and Paxton are ready to start living. Determined to keep each other safe as they dive into Paxton’s former life with his band, Polly, their relationship deepens and together, they are becoming stronger.

But when a part of Paxton’s past arrives in Chicago, he and Jessa are sent on a physical and emotional journey that will test their love in ways they couldn't have ever seen coming.

Loving each other is easy, but holding onto that love is proving to be the hardest thing they have ever done.

Due to explicit sexual content and harsh language, Inside of You is intended for mature readers.

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He whips his car around, pushing too hard on the accelerator. Once he’s heading down the road he reaches out and takes my hand in his. “If I can’t handle this, if it’s too much, I’m coming to get you.” “Okay,” I agree. I’m not sure that I will actually be able to do this. “You need to pick up your phone when I call. Don’t go forgetting it somewhere. I need you to pick up when I call.” “I will,” I tell him. “You need to remember how much I love you, beso. Don’t start thinking all kinds of fucked up thoughts.” “I won’t, Pax. This will be good for us. I promise.” “You’re full of shit, kid. I can’t believe I’m driving you to Dylan. This is fucked up.” “You know you don’t need to worry about him. You know you don’t have to worry about anyone.” “Whatever,” he says, shaking his head as we pull into campus. “Stay away from her, Pax. I don’t want you around her while I’m gone.” “She doesn’t matter, beso. You know that.” “Please, Pax. Just stay away from her. Just while I’m gone,” I say, my voice cracking. “I won’t go near her. I don’t want to be anywhere near her.” “I’m sorry that I’m being so stupid. That I’m a crazy, jealous bitch.” “You’re the only one I see, beso,” he says, his voice angry. Frustrated. “Where am I going?” “It’s that one,” I say, pointing to Dylan’s dorm. “Jesus, kid. I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this,” he says as Dylan, standing by his car, comes into view. Paxton pulls up next to his car but he doesn’t release my hand. “Stay here with me, Jess.” “Don’t, Pax. Don’t do that. I don’t want to go, so don’t do that.” He lets go of my hand, shaking his head. He gets out of the car and slams his door shut. I get out too and wait while Paxton brings my suitcase to Dylan’s car and puts it in the trunk, slamming it closed. He walks to Dylan’s side and stares down at him. “Get her home and then stay the hell away from her. If you even look at her the wrong way I will kick your ass.” “Jesus, relax.” “Don’t tell me to fucking relax. I’m sending my girl off with you – the pathetic asshole who’s still trying to get her to notice him. I know you’re thinking you’re going to have all these hours with her and you’re already coming up with words you are going to say to her. You’re already wondering if you can turn this into something with her. So don’t tell me to fucking relax.” “I’m not interested in your girl, okay,” he says, stepping out of Paxton’s space and getting in the car, shutting the door before fliping him off. Paxton manages to ignore him and turns his attention to me. “You know he’s going to try and talk you into something. If you even hint at the fact that you are struggling with what’s going on with us he will play it up, Jessa. Don’t talk about us with him.” “Paxton, stop. He’s nothing. He’s my ride home.” Paxton picks me up and wraps me in his arms, I fasten my legs around his waist. “Get your shit straight and then come back to me.” “I’m going to miss you so much,” I tell him. “Good, I hope you’re miserable.” “I will be,” I tell him. “You deserve it for doing this to us. I’m going to be miserable.” “Don’t be, Pax. Focus on your music. Your show is going to be great. It’s going to be good. We’re going to be good.” He kisses me long and hard and when he lets go I have a hard time doing the same thing. “Get the fuck out of here, beso. I’m pissed at you,” he whispers, setting me down on the ground. “I love you, Pax.” “Yeah… I love you too,” he says, walking to his car and getting inside. He slams the door and doesn’t look back before he pulls away.

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My family and I still hang out with my parents every week just because we want to. My room in their house is still filled with a childhood full of books and writing journals… it makes me realize that family and books are, and have always been, vital in my life. In college my love of both of these things grew when I met a quiet, totally hot, artist who would eventually become my husband and I read, “The Bell Jar”, by Sylvia Plath. If, after reading this statement, you are anticipating semibiographical stories of depression from me, you will be greatly disappointed, but that book really did change my life. I promptly became a double major, adding English literature to my fine arts degree. After graduation I took a great job restoring art, but I eventually found my way into the world of professional writing where I was able to travel the world forecasting trends in the home furnishing industry. When my first child was born my focus took a drastic turn and I happily gave up my career to be home with her. All of my creative outlets were put on the back burner for several years and then one day... I started writing again. It was exhilarating to write my first book that I hope to publish one day if I can ever whittle it down to an acceptable length. That book was the first of many. Some are unedited, some are far too long, some are only half finished, one is lost completely, four are available on Amazon! As a wife and mother who left her early twenties behind long, long ago, I have a slightly embarrassing fascination with the period of life that exists within the New Adult bubble – the years that sit awkwardly between childhood and adulthood when nothing is certain, lots of mistakes are made, falling in love is inevitable and you struggle to find yourself. For me, it’s a fun place to escape to and I hope my readers feel the same way!

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UNBALANCED by Charity Parkerson ♥ BOOK BLITZ

Title: UNBALANCED (No Rival, #3)

Author: Charity Parkerson

Release Date: July 30, 2014

Genre: Romantica® contemporary romance from Ellora’s Cave

   

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Using unmatched skill and intelligence, Kurt captures the attention of every partner he desires. His ability to confuse his prey keeps them captivated. This trick has never failed him. That is, until he meets McKenna. As an author, McKenna has gone to great lengths to ensure the details of her erotic books are airtight. When Kurt challenges one of her scenes, she doesn’t hesitate to take up his offer to prove his theory. The bad boy MMA fighter appeals to her on every level. Kurt’s intelligence stimulates her mind even as his touch sets her body on fire. In spite of those things, McKenna has no intention of adding her name to his list of ex-lovers. McKenna’s odd behavior exasperates Kurt. She is an addiction he cannot shake. But somehow the two of them make the combination of his OCD logic and her unbalanced nature work. Inside Scoop: There are a couple hot but brief male/male encounters as well as a handcuff scene that may have you reaching for the fan.

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She wasn’t wearing shoes. Funnily enough, it was the first detail about her that caught his eye. At a table, in public, Kurt found her shoeless state odd. There were a thousand tiny things about her he should have noticed first. Without a doubt, her plain black t-shirt, yoga pants and the overall lack of effort toward her appearance allowed her to blend into the background. It shouldn’t have mattered. Kurt wasn’t usually so blind. None of those points stole an ounce of power from her beauty. There wasn’t a hint of makeup marring her face. Blonde curls piled on her head held in place by some sort of clip. Something about her eyes held him captivated. They were unfocused as they moved across the pages of the book she held between her hands. In spite of that, he felt sure she absorbed every word, only on a different plane than others would. He moved closer. The lack of footwear became an obsession. Curiosity ate at him. He needed to know why. The coffee shop located inside a G. Richards’ Bookstore had a sign posted clearly on the front door. “No shoes. No service.” Once Kurt managed to snag the chair directly across from her, he bent at the waist. Under the guise of dropping a napkin, he peered under the edge of her table. Suspicions confirmed. His brows drew together in a frown as he sat up. After a moment of staring at the corner, he couldn’t stand it any longer. “Your feet are bare.” Lifting her gaze from the book between her hands, she blinked several times. He could practically see her dragging her mind away from whatever cloud it was on. “What?” “Your feet,” he repeated. “They have no shoes on them.” “Oh. I’d forgotten.” She immediately dismissed him by returning to her reading. “You’re inside a business. They serve food.” She didn’t bother glancing his way as she responded. “If that bothers you, I won’t mention the state of my underwear.” He had to know. “Did you forget those, as well?” That got her attention. A line formed between her eyes as if his question was too stupid for her to fathom. “How does someone forget their underwear?” “How does a person forget their shoes?” He shot back. Tilting her head to one side, she seemed to think it over for a moment before responding. “Is this a trick question?” Kurt scoffed as he reminded her of the obvious. “You’re not wearing them.” Her mouth turned up in one corner in such a way his gaze immediately shot to her lips. “I’m aware.” Unable to keep the exasperation from his voice, Kurt sighed. “You said you’d forgotten your shoes. It stands to reason then, you would know how one goes about it.” Setting her book aside, she nodded slowly as if giving his theory due consideration. “Your logic is sound,” she admitted after a moment. Finally, they were getting somewhere. She immediately ruined it by adding, “Except, I said no such thing. Therefore, I cannot help you.” There was a moment where he had nothing. He couldn’t recall a single incident where anyone had caused his mind to go blank. His brain was always on the move, slightly dissatisfied with his lot. She’d wiped him clean. Her blue eyes focused on him fully as if awaiting his next move. When he wasn’t quick enough, she released a heavy sigh. “If you must know, when I got here I realized I had on two different colored shoes so I took them off.” Without waiting to see his reaction, she flipped her book up between them, shutting him out. A part of him wanted to laugh at her confession. He was too fascinated. Not to mention, with his curiosity assuaged he really wanted to hear more about the rest. “What about your underwear?” She ignored him. He bit back a smile. His mind whirled back to life and he searched for a new way to insert himself into her company. Tilting his head, he read the title blocking her eyes from his gaze. The Ins and Outs of BDSM. Catchy title. Switching his gaze to the other items scattered across her table, he took note of another book on bondage as well as some handwritten notes. As far as he could tell by what she’d scratched out, she was either intent on rocking some dude’s world or plotting one hell of a murder. He braced his elbows on the table, lowering his voice where only she could hear. “I have handcuffs back at my place.” She set the book aside. Mimicking his pose, her eyes shone with mirth as she pitched her voice low, as well. “I have a Taser in my handbag.” Holding back his laughter, Kurt didn’t miss a beat. “Kinky,” he said, adding a wink. “I like it.” Snorting, she slapped her hand over her mouth and nose as if she couldn’t believe what she’d done. “I’m Kurt,” he offered before she could escape into her mind again. “McKenna.”    

No Rival Series

UNSURPASSED (No Rival, #1)

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UNATTAINABLE (No Rival, #5)

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  Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Midnight Books, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters. *2014 Readers' Favorite finalist *2014 Golden Ankh nominee *2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner *2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner *2012 ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance *Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath

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FORBIDDEN FLAWS by Pepper Winter COVER REVEAL

Title: FORBIDDEN FLAWS

Author: Pepper Winters

Release Date: November 10, 2014

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  She’s forbidden. Saffron Carlton is the darling of the big screen, starlet on the red carpet, and wife of mega producer Felix Carlton. Her life seems perfect with her overflowing bank balance, adoring fans, and luxury homes around the world. Everyone thinks they know her. But no one truly does. The silver limelight is tainted the day the couple announce their divorce. He’s flawed. Raised in squalor, fed on violence and poverty, Cas Smith knows the underbelly of the world. He’s not looking for fame or fortune. He’s looking for a job to get him the hell away from the danger of illegal fighting, and comes face to face with the woman who ran all those years ago. Unable to turn down her job offer, he agrees to be her bodyguard and personal trainer, all while she hides her secrets. He had no intention of letting her back into his heart. But neither of them were prepared for what happens when forbidden and flawed collide —fracturing the world they know, changing the rules forever.      

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  Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. Her Dark Erotica books include: Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3) Debt Inheritance (Indebted Series)   Her Grey Romance books include: Destroyed  

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Tour - Broken Hearted (Chicago Hearts #1) by C.H. Carter

Detective Faith Julies sets out to find the killer of her parents after fourteen years. Falling in love with her partner Trey Branson was inevitable but after believing Trey has been unfaithful, Faith is left shattered.

Cash O'Connor, the man who broke her heart from the past comes strolling back into her life. She finds herself loving two men, but trusting neither.

Will she ever put the pieces of her heart back together? 

Three hearts at stake. Faith can only choose one. Who will be left broken hearted?

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Trey touched her shoulder as he turned her over. “I thought I knew love until you came along Faith. You have the body of a goddess and you consume me with passion. I need all of you, Faith. All of you.” His fingers slid down her neck, as he held her to him softly. While his mouth hungrily found hers, his hands began to explore her already wanton body.

C.H. Carter is a Contemporary Romance author who is composing a series called Chicago Hearts. Her first novel in this series is Broken Hearted. When she’s not creating her love scenes or intriguing us with her murder mysteries, she’s writing short stories for her first children's book.

C.H. Carter is a wife of thirty-three years and a mother of four who lives in a small rural community in Southern Indiana. She enjoys reading, writing, and being with her beautiful grandchildren. When C.H. Carter isn’t writing, she has been providing love and care for her invalid mother for the past twenty years and working full time. She has been inspired to write all of her life, however, had to put it off because motherhood, family, and making a living had to come first. Now she is at a point in her life where she is going to pursue her dreams.

  

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My life is split into two realities. Before Code. And after him.

The first time I saw him, he walked into my father’s bank with the strut of a man who knows exactly what he wants. I saw in him a fearlessness that I desperately wanted, needed, craved as much as my next breath.

Because I was watching him, I knew immediately when he pulled out a gun, aimed it at the ceiling, and fired three shots.

And that is the way I mark my life—before that moment and after it. Before, when I tried to be agreeable, tried to be admired, tried to be pretty, tried to make sure everyone liked me. Tried to shake myself of shame. And after, when all of that fell away. When I just didn’t care anymore.

Before Code. And after him.

I didn’t know then what he would be to me. I didn’t know how he would transform the fabric of my existence. I didn’t know he would move me, reshape me, mold me into someone else, someone I wanted to be.

Afterwards, he would become my lover, my savior, my hope, and my strength.

But, before that, he was my hostage-taker.

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I wrench my arm away from the guy’s grip and try to run back toward my dad.

I actually get away from him. I think I must have surprised him, since he’s obviously a lot stronger than me. My whole body hurts, and my vision is still blurry, and I smell a burnt scent from the guns that’s so familiar and makes my stomach roll with nausea.

But I stumble away as fast as I can. I don’t make it very far when a strong arm wraps around my middle and pulls me back toward a lean, hard body.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” the guy says—same sexy guy as grabbed me before. “I need you.”

I don’t want to be needed by a bank robber, even a sexy one with a tattoo and a five o’clock shadow. I’m used to going along with whatever people want, but there’s this surge of resistance that suddenly swells up inside me.

It explodes in one choked word. “No!” I struggle against his powerful grip, even though he’s a lot bigger and stronger than me. I don’t even think about that. I just need to get away.

“Damn it,” the guy mutters, dragging me with him toward the back offices again. “Stop your fucking wiggling.”

“Let…me…go!” I throw my elbow back, hoping to connect with something that will hurt him. Instead, I connect with the metal briefcase. The shock of pain is so intense that I momently see white.

He takes advantage of my brief limpness by repositioning my body so I’m even more under his control. “Stay still,” he bites out, gruff authority in his tone, “or you’re going to get yourself killed.” He pushes me down a hallway, after the rest of the crew.

It’s an outrageous thing to say to me. “Fuck you, asshole! You’re the one who’s going to get me killed.”

His arm is now tucked under my tits, and it’s trapping both of my arms. I can’t swing out to hit him. And I don’t have the leverage to use my legs, since he’s half-carrying me as he strides through the hall. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m just borrowing you for a while. So shut the fuck up and do what you’re told.”

My mind is a whirl of terror, outrage, fury, and shock, and my body is completely out of my control.

This guy has control of it. Completely. He says he’s not going to kill me, but I have no reason to trust him.

He’s the criminal. He’s the bully. He’s the bastard.

He’s the one who is taking me hostage.

 If it were me, I’d dump the hostage and then make a run for the Mexican border. But I figure maybe he thinks I’m the only leverage he has if he gets trapped.

Then he grabs me and pulls me to his side, keeping his arm around me. Maybe to someone else, it looks like we’re in a romantic clench, but his arm is so hard around my ribs that it almost hurts.

I know my own strength, and it’s nothing compared to how strong this guy is. There’s no way I’m going to be able to pull away from him.

“Walk,” he grits out, forcing both of us forward.

So we walk that way. Right along a pleasant, downtown street. Like we’re so in love we can barely keep our hands off each other.

Or like one of us has been taken hostage.

It’s all pretty surreal, when I think about it. Mostly, I’m too scared to do much thinking.

No one seems to be paying attention to us. I hear a lot of sirens, so I assume help has arrived at the bank. It would nice if help could arrive for me too.

We turn a corner, and I see a couple of uniformed police officers walking toward us. I can’t believe my luck. If I can get their attention, maybe they can shoot this guy and I can get free.

There’s not much I can do except say something, so I open my mouth to call for help.

I just start to make a sound when the guy pushes me back against an SUV parked on the curb and covers my mouth with his.

It hurts. He moves so abruptly and so roughly that it hurts when my shoulder blades hit the hard metal of the car. I can’t even breathe because his mouth is over mine. I can’t move because his lean, strong body is holding mine trapped.

My heart, my pulse, my vision is all pulsing with fear, surprise, and helplessness. My body is hot and cold at the same time. My arms are trapped between our bodies, but I can use my fingers and I claw at his shirt.

Then suddenly I can breathe. He’s torn our lips apart, although his face is still directly in front of mine and his body still pushing into mine. “Little bitch,” he mutters, his eyes flashing anger. “Don’t even think of doing something like that again.”

I open my mouth, and I’m not sure if it’s to scream or to snap back a reply. It doesn’t matter because his mouth has claimed mine again.

It’s not even really a kiss. It’s hard, punishing. And his hand slides down my bare thigh and pulls my leg up, like he’s really into the kiss. He’s mad at me, so I can’t imagine that he really is. He’s probably just putting on a show for the cops, who must be walking by us right about now.

I’m pretty well experienced with kisses, but this kiss isn’t anything like I’ve had before. My stepfather would kiss me when he came to my bed at night. They were always light and gentle—some sort of brutal mockery of tenderness. Guys always kiss me before they fuck me—usually kind of sloppy and like they want to get them over with so they can get to the main course.

I’ve never been kissed hard and rough and punishing like this.

I don’t like it. At all. I hate this guy like nothing else for the way he’s treating me.

And I hate him even more because my body is reacting.

N.S. Moore has been writing for years, and she loves romance of all varieties—from sweet to very dark. Her first book, Hostage, is a sexy New Adult contemporary romance about two people who find each other in very unlikely circumstances but discover they’re exactly what the other needs.

When she’s not writing, N.S. Moore likes to read, shop, play tennis, and spend time with her family and her dog. She’s currently working on her next book.

She would love to hear from readers. If you’d like to get in touch with her, you can follow her on Facebook or email her at nsmooreauthor@gmail.com.

 

  

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