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Thursday, July 6, 2017

Title: Flawless Perfection
Series: Timeless Love #2
Author: Kristin Mayer
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 25
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Synopsis
Three words altered my life forever. It has to be a terrible mistake. Yet … I know it’s not.
I fear what comes next.
Someone still wants me. I can sense the desperation behind their attempts. Garrick vows to protect me and I cling to his words.
Will it be enough?
The only thing I know is I can’t lose Garrick. And if I have to sacrifice everything to save him … I will.





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About the Author 
 
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Kristin Mayer is a wife, a proud mother, and a full-time Analyst and Import Manager. Since an early age, she has always enjoyed reading and writing. While visiting her father one weekend, he suggested that she should take up writing again. With family and a career, she didn’t give it a lot of thought, until a story entered her mind and wouldn’t leave. It just kept forming and developing over a couple of months.

At the beginning of 2013, she decided to sit down and write it all down, but she kept it to herself. One sentence developed into two, and before she knew it, she had the makings of a novel.
Kristin tries to live life to the fullest during every moment. She loves to travel and meet new people. She holds a degree in International Business and uses it daily in her job. Kristin now adds “author” on her list of jobs, and feels very blessed and thankful.



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Title: Losing My Religion
Author: A.S. Tucker
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: July 27, 2017





Jaden Barker is a good boy.

For as long as he can remember, he’s been preparing for the day he’ll be called as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He’s ready. He’s more than willing. And he can’t wait to spend the next two years serving the Lord and his church. But when a new proclamation from the church is announced, it leaves him questioning everything.

Quinn Owens is trouble with a capital T.

An aspiring actor living in the bowels of Los Angeles, he’s fought long and hard to get where he is, and he’s not willing to give it up for anything. Working for a homophobic boss presents quite a challenge when you’re a gay man, but Quinn knows losing this job means losing his dream. 

Jaden is lost and confused.

Quinn won’t let anything stand in his way.

But when Jaden finds himself living downstairs from the enticing Quinn, neither are prepared for what happens next.

Will Jaden be able to resist Quinn’s charms and remain a devoted Mormon missionary? Or will he fall, finding himself face to face with losing his religion?


Prologue

Our living room smells like a high school locker room. You know the smell I’m talking about. That oniony stink teen boys get when it’s been too long since they’ve showered, and they still haven’t quite discovered the magic of deodorant. 

It’s a smell I’m all-too familiar with, my high school career having only come to an end this past year. It’s going to take a lot longer than ten months to wipe the horrors I saw and smelled in the boys’ locker room out of my brain. 

Even as I sit on the barstool in the center of the room, visions of Roosevelt High come flashing to my mind, and I half-expect to see Jeff come strolling through the door, twisted wet towel in hand, just waiting for the perfect moment to snap it against an unsuspecting victim’s bare ass.

Butt. I mean, butt. 

Cussing was never allowed when I was growing up. But, now that this has arrived, I need to be more diligent about watching my language. 

Because cussing will not be tolerated where I’m going. 

I look down at the white envelope in my hands, my fingers trembling ever-so slightly, as I read over my name and address printed on the front.

Elder Jaden Barker.

Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? Perfect missionary name. Exactly like my parents envisioned.

Flipping the envelope over, I gently finger the flap, watching the pristine paper slide against my skin. How ironic would it be if the one thing that’s supposed to be the biggest blessing in my life thus far sliced through my flesh, red drops of blood seeping through my pores and marring the lily-white paper beneath?

Wouldn’t be the first time the church cut you, a familiar voice in the back of my mind utters.

Yes, but they’ve always been there to stitch you back up. You just need to have faith, his ever-present counterpart retorts. 

I know what you’re thinking. This dude is crazy. I’m not. I don’t actually hear voices. They’re only little versions of my subconscious—punks who like to rear up and cause problems in my life at the most inopportune times. Ever since I turned in my mission papers, they seem to have taken permanent residence in my head—like those old cartoons I used to watch, the ones with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. The church would refer to them as the Holy Ghost and Satan.

Or, as I like to call them, Jiminy and Jafar. Growing up, I had a thing for Disney.

Shrugging off their unwelcome intrusion, I turn my attention back to the task at hand, the all-too-familiar pang of nervousness welling deep within my gut. My stomach has been in knots all afternoon. 

My family has been expecting this any day now. As soon as I pulled it out of the mailbox and saw the distinct logo in the top-left corner, I was tempted to rip into it right there, near the gutter, needing the torment of where I’d be spending the next two years of my life to end. 

My mother, of course, had different plans. The moment she realized I’d received it, she plucked it from my fingers, whisking it away into the kitchen and telling me we had to wait for my father to get home from work. Then, like the good little housewife she is, she set about making a scrumptious chicken noodle soup. My grandmother’s recipe and her mother’s before that. Also, my favorite meal on the planet. 

That brings us to the reason I’m now sitting on a kitchen stool in the middle of the living room with three smiling faces shining back at me from the sofa, the normally delicious smell of the soup now making me nauseous and forcing me to think of sweaty teenagers. 

I’ve been preparing for this day for as long as I can remember. Since I was just a kid, I knew my life was leading to this very moment. And, after years of singing songs in primary and learning lesson after lesson in priesthood meetings, it’s finally here. 

I’m going to be a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

I’m ready for this. 

I’ve been groomed for this. 

I’m going to share the truth with the people of wherever this letter sends me. 

My fingers tremble as I tear into the envelope, my family sitting across from me on the edge of the couch. My mother’s hand flies to her mouth as she watches the stark white paper slide from its temporary shelter. I know, within a week, it will be framed and hanging proudly in the hallway, right next to my brother, Taylor’s, mission call. 

“Dear Brother Barker,” I read aloud, my voice shaky as my heart hammers against my chest. 

My dad leans forward, wringing his hands in anticipation, while my mother leans her face into his shoulder as she stifles a sob. To an outsider, it might appear my parents are nervous, as if the thought of sending their nineteen-year-old son out into the world with minimal contact for two years were a terrifying idea they weren’t entirely on board with. 

Unfortunately, that isn’t the case at all. My parents are waiting with bated breath, their anticipation for me to leave eclipsed only by the joy they feel about me going in the first place. Not because they don’t love me, but because doing the Lord’s work is far more important. 

“You are hereby called to serve as a missionary at…” My words trail off, my eyes scanning the page until the bold words leap out at me. “California Los Angeles Mission.”

I must have said the words aloud because, within seconds I’m enveloped in my mother’s arms. My dad moves to join her, his broad arms circling the two of us as he whispers how happy he is for me. My little sister, Jenny, clears her throat behind me, and my mother swings her arm wide to pull her into the hug with us. 

“I’m so, so proud of you, Jaden. You’re going to receive so many blessings because of this. And you’ll bless so many people in return,” my mother says as she squeezes me tight. 

Her arms drop suddenly, and she pulls away from me, her eyes shining, as she says, “I need to go call Taylor. He was so sad he couldn’t be here today. Poor little Maddy has another ear infection, and they didn’t want to ruin your special day with a crying infant. But he made me promise to call as soon as we knew where you were going. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few phone calls to make.”

She practically dances out of the room, my dad close on her heels as he reminds her of a few other people who need to hear the good news. 

Left alone with only my little sister, I glance down at Jenny, her ten-year-old face beaming up at me. 

“I can’t wait until I’m old enough to go on a mission! Are you excited?” Her squeaky voice breaks on the last word. 

I smile at her, nodding my head in the most self-assured way I can manage. 

This should be the most exciting day of my life. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, and every detail of this day has gone exactly according to plan. My mom’s happy tears, my dad’s joyous words. Heck, I don’t even have to learn another language at the training center. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

So, why does it feel like I’m living a lie?







A military brat growing up, A.S. Tucker now resides in Utah with her loving husband. When not writing, you'll find her reading, binge watching Netflix, or drinking wine. Her three favorite things are animals, coffee, and Harry Potter, not necessarily in that order. She is the author of three other novels, published under a different pen name. She loves hearing from her readers, so please drop her a line!



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Title: Uncovering Love: The Wedding
Series: Uncovering Love Book 4
Author: Kacey Shea
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Novella
Release Date: June 30, 2017
Cover Designer: Perfect Pear Creative
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Steven Dehler






Eleven months ago, Evelyn Harper went undercover to investigate Tate Reynolds as a viable love interest and potential boyfriend for a wealthy client. What began as a temporary job transformed into an exciting new career and more significantly, the love of her life.

Now the two are planning their own walk down the aisle. Except their path is crowded with a few bumps along the way. The urgent investigation of a family matter. A sexy new client. Pregnant bridesmaids, an ex, and a sprinkle of cold feet leaves the couple stumbling toward their big day.

Forever is a long time, but Evie and Tate are determined to get hitched no matter what life throws their way. Will they make it to the wedding or uncover more challenges than a young couple in love can handle?

This novella is the forth book in the Uncovering Love series, and while it can be read as a standalone, it contains major spoilers.




Read the first chapter here then 1-click your copy of Uncovering Love: The Wedding before the price of $0.99 goes up next week!

Chapter One

Tate

Evie’s arm wraps possessively through mine while we sit on the leather covered chairs and wait our turn. She’s always touching me, holding hands, a brush along my knee, or her arm against my forearm. I love it. Love that she unintentionally lets every person we meet know I belong to her as much as she owns me. But as much as I want our love etched for all eternity, I don’t want to rush her. “Evie, we don’t have to do this unless you want to. We can wait. If you’re having second thoughts—”

“No!” Her death grip on my bicep tightens.

“Babe. You’re gonna leave bruises.” I release a chuckle.

She follows my gaze to where her nails dig into my skin, and she loosens her hold. “Sorry. I guess I’m more nervous than I thought. But I’m not having second thoughts. I want this. To share this with you. And I love the thought of something so permanent. It’s better than my ring.” Her eyes snap up to meet mine and widen. “Not that I don’t love my ring!”

A smile pulls wide at my lips, and I tilt her face with my fingers so our gazes lock. “I know, Evie. I’m just making sure. You know I want this just as badly.” I dip my chin to whisper in her ear. “This ink is going to look so fucking sexy on your skin. I’m so turned on just thinking about it. As soon as we’re done, I’m taking you back home.”

She meets my lips in a soft, fleeting kiss. “I like the way you think, Mr. Reynolds.”

“I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Reynolds.”

She gives me her sweet smile. “Twenty-two days to go.”

“Not soon enough. Let’s elope,” I deadpan and she laughs, shaking her head.

“No way! Not after all the planning and deposits. Beside the fact our families would disown us, Kate and Jon would too if they weren’t part of our special day.”

“I know. I know.” And I want to celebrate with our loved ones. I only wish I’d had the foresight to set the date earlier. With each day that passes, my lips battle with my mind to resist the urge to call Evie my wife.

“Evie and Tate.” The shop manager calls out our names in a booming voice, drawing our attention to the wall behind the short registration counter and photographs of artwork behind it. “Dev is ready for you.”

I stand and lace my fingers with Evie’s, then lead her back to Dev’s station passing the charts of bangers and sample script. I’ve had lots of ink done over the years by several different artists, but Dev is this mountain of a man who’s really nothing but a big softy. I trust his work and have a feeling his charismatic demeanor will put Evie at ease since this is her first tattoo.

Dev stands from his chair. “Nice to see you, bro.” He’s got to be at least six foot five and fills the doorway with his frame. Evie is absolutely tiny next to him. “And I see the missus is getting work done, too.” He smiles at Evie and I can feel her body relax as she greets Dev.

We discuss what we want done, and she goes first. My eyes are captivated by each step, and the second the needle hits her skin I have to concentrate on keeping my dick in check. Fuck. That’s sexier than I ever imagined. Thank God Dev is a pro. We’ll be out of here soon and I can make love to my Evie.

Her tatt takes only a few minutes, the script of my name small and feminine. Mine requires more work—the piece is larger—and Dev fills it in with shading so the word Evelyn stands out amongst my other ink. Evie stands at my side, transfixed. Instead of watching Dev paint her name onto my forearm, my eyes are mesmerized by how she’s engrossed in the process. Her lips and brows pull with interest as Dev works.

Every second that ticks by fills me with more affection for her. From the way she glances at me to smile, to how she rubs tiny circles over the tension in my neck with her thumb. She’s playful, kind, and generous.

“I got off easy. Yours is so much bigger.” She nods at my latest tattoo after we leave Dev’s station.

“So much innuendo there, I don’t know where to go first.”

She shakes her head, a grin at her lips, and stops walking to push up on her toes and whisper in my ear, “Hmm . . . I say we should go home, yeah?”

Yeah. Yeah, we should.

When I don’t answer immediately she just laughs and struts to the front counter where Dev’s waiting for us to pay and review final care instructions. Like everything about Evie, her allure may not be flashy or overtly sexy, but I know exactly how beautiful the curves are that hide beneath her worn jeans and plain white tee. I shake my head, asking myself for the bazillionth time how I got so damn lucky. And how quickly I can get her home.

By the time I hand Dev his cash and we’re headed out to the car, I’m fighting a serious hard on. “Come here,” I say, pulling Evie into my arms and backing her up until she pushes into my car door. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

She giggles, kissing me long enough that her tongue sweeps against mine before tilting her chin up. “I’m guessing a lot.” She leans into me and I know she can feel my erection pressing into her belly through my jeans.

“So, so much.” My grin matches hers. “I love my name on your skin.”

“Take me home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I kiss her once more and then walk around the car to open her door.

It’s only a fifteen-minute drive back to our house, but I make it in twelve. Between the heated glances Evie and I trade and the music she pipes through my stereo, it’s a miracle my foot doesn’t push straight through the floorboard.

As I slow to swing under the carport and park alongside her vehicle, I inhale slowly to calm my already rock hard dick. “Hey, babe?” I say, shutting the engine. Her hand’s already on the door.

“Yeah?”

“You have exactly one minute.”

Her brows pinch with confusion.

“One minute to get inside, take off your clothes, and make it to the bed.”

Her eyes widen and her breath comes faster with the hint of her smile. “Or else what?”

“If you don’t make it to the bedroom, I’ll probably make love to you wherever I find you. The kitchen. The living room. Hallway. Hell, much longer and I’ll fuck you right here.”

“Oh, car sex. That sounds exciting.” Her eyes sparkle, but she releases a little laugh. “Let’s do that on our honeymoon, when it’s a little darker outside. Preferably in the middle of nowhere.”

“Deal.” We’ve planned a road trip all along the West Coast, exploring from San Diego all the way up to Oregon. And like everything with Evie, a few promised words and she just made me love her more. “But for now…”

She glances down at the bulge in my jeans and bites her lip. “Sexy hide and seek. You’re it. Count.” She grins and with that she’s out of the car, unlocks the front door, and is inside the house before I can move a muscle.

Taking the full minute to calm my raging boner so I don’t come within seconds once I finally get inside her, I follow her out and arm the car alarm. Stepping inside the house, my lips pull wide at the music playing from the living room record player. One of Evie’s favorite albums, the artist crooning about love and happy ever afters—it’s a song we’ve made love to on more than one occasion. I kick off my shoes, discard my shirt, and unbutton my jeans while I step forward to find her.

I don’t have far to go.

Fuck.

“Found me,” she says with a flirty pout, and she releases the clasp to her bra.

“Fuck.” This time I say it aloud because before me is the most beautiful woman to walk into my world, and she’s mine. All mine. Just as the name scrolled down her side pronounces. “You’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”

“That’s what you tell me.”

Her eyes stay trained on my hands as I push my pants and underwear down to my knees in one sweep, then shove them off the rest of the way and take three steps forward. I wrap my hands around her slim waist. “Caught you,” I whisper.

She nods and slides her arms around my neck as our lips meet in a rush.

As much as I want to enjoy this, savor the moment, I know I won’t last long, not when I’ve been imagining making love to her all afternoon. So instead I go with what I’ve got, and use my fingers to find her wet folds between her legs. Massaging around and over her clit while my lips battle with hers, I do everything I can to bring her there. She reaches for me with one hand, and her strokes up and down my cock only spur on my determination to make her come first. Between hurried kisses and anticipation, she’s right where I need her.

Backing her down the hallway, our lips still locked, we almost reach the bedroom door when I turn and drop to my knees.

“Oh yes, Tate,” she says as I spread her pussy wide and dip my chin to lick between her folds. “Yes, yes, please.” She moans and I assault her center with my tongue. Adding two fingers, I stroke in and out, increasing their pace along with that of my tongue brushing over her clit. Her orgasm crashes with little warning, my name on her lips as she shouts with her release. I’d stay here for hours but I have to get to work soon.

Standing once her pleasure subsides, I claim her lips for another kiss and hook my hands around her thighs to carry her the rest of the way to the bedroom.

“I love you, Evie,” I say between kisses.

“I love you, Tate,” she answers back.

Careful not to brush along her sensitive new ink, I sit on the edge of the bed and lay back. “Ride me, baby,” I say and she does. Grabbing my cock in one hand, she lines me up and sinks down on a groan. I love the way we fit together. Rocking those hips back and forth, over and over, it doesn’t take long before she’s close again, her walls tightening around my cock as it slides in and out.

My thumb finds her clit and I rub quick tiny circles while my other hand grabs her hip and encourages her not to stop. I’m so fucking close, but I’ll hold out as long as I can.

“That’s it. Yes. Right there,” she says, a softly spoken demand I don’t dare deny. My thumb moves faster, and the moment her body pulses with release I give in to my own orgasm. We stay connected. Together. I scoot back on the bed, delighting in the feel of her smooth skin against mine when she lays her cheek against my chest.

This. Right here. My reason for being. She’s the only home I’ll ever need.







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Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.

When she's not writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share some laughs, or sweating it out in the gym. Kacey finds that picking up heavy weights repeatedly is good for her mental health as much as it is for the physical.

She has an unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the fire. It's just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.

Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman's hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.

Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!

Kacey enjoys interacting with her fans so please feel free to stalk her on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter.





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