Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Cover Reveal of Sacrifice (Fate #3) by Emersyn Vallis

Coming: November 16, 2014
For years my life was in a state of Adjournment… 

Fate had constructed a plan to push me away… to save me…

There was a danger I never knew existed, one I had never sensed. 

My family positioned themselves around me. 

Like Hanging Pawns, they shielded me from it and I lived blissfully unaware… until now.

Now, I know there are rules to this game...

Sacrifices to be made in order to get to End Game.

What would I Sacrifice for one more moment... one last look? Touch? Kiss? 

The answer is simple… 

I go to speak when I hear a voice that turns my blood to ice cold then boiling hot.
“My, my… if it isn’t the littlest Chandler.” She gives a low cackle.
Mea’s once casual demeanor is suddenly gone. She sits up straight, her shoulders set back and her eyes fixed on mine, like a doll or something. I know this woman casts a chill over people who know her but I never saw it effect someone else. Then again, I’ve never seen her around anyone but her own kind. Lady doesn’t fraternize with the “average folks”. It’s frowned upon for people of her stature to even be seen with them. Unless it’s a good photo op.
I place my fork gently down and look up to see the woman standing next to me.
Her, I would go to jail for. There’s something about her smug, stupid face that I would gladly spend a night in jail for punching. I’m ninety percent sure her nose would just crumble. There is no way it’s real. I’ve seen her pug-nosed daughters. 
“Oh, look… it’s the oldest Carmichael.” I sing out to Mea, her eyes widening slightly.
For the record, I tried to think of something nice to say. She caught me off guard and nothing came to mind. I was taught it’s rude to not acknowledge someone.
“You’re absolutely adorable, it’s no wonder your mother keeps such a tight leash on you. That mouth could get you into trouble.” She bends slightly, pinching my cheek hard as she tries to make me break.
She’ll have to tear it off before I’ll give her the satisfaction of knowing it hurts.
 “It’s funny,” she lets go and pats the spot, “me running into you here. Where is your mother?” She looks around the space.
I know she knows my mother isn’t here. This is all her trying to intimidate me.
“She isn’t here; and why is this funny?” I start to wish my mother would walk in like a superhero and throw her out the window.
“It’s just… I was putting together the charity event for next year and I mentioned to my son-in-law we should invite the Chandler girls, he disagreed but… men.” She waves him off.
Smart guy… although he can’t be too intelligent if he married into their family… however, we all know how the Carmichaels marriages are arranged… to the biggest bank account.
“You’re all together again and as you know we hold an auction, for our charity, of course.” She waves her long acrylic nails around as she speaks. “I would love if you and your sisters would join us.” She gives a laugh that feels more sinister than amused.
Taking out one of her business cards, she holds it out to me.
Before I can answer, Mea jumps in.
“You’re busy… then,” she tries to help.
She’s so cute, trying to come to my rescue.
“I’m sorry? I didn’t see the little mouse over here.” Lady turns towards Mea and my stomach knots.
Whoa, you leave my little mouse alone! I mean, my not friend!
Pick on someone who doesn’t have feelings to hurt.
“I’m guessing you’re the friend… Lexi. How, unique.” Lady’s tone drops to show she’s annoyed that Mea thought it was ok to speak up. “You should know, it’s rude to speak when you are not addressed.” She reaches out to pat Mea on the head like an animal.
I grab the card from Lady, in a desperate move to pull her attention back to me and off the squirming girl under Lady’s gaze.
“No, this is my assistant, Natalia.” I cast Mea off like she’s nothing so Lady will turn back to me. “Now you’ve been introduced but that does not give you permission to speak to her. As you know, it’s rude to butt in on a conversation, it’s even ruder to do so on a business meeting. Especially when it’s to accomplish one’s own means.” I slowly stand to assert myself. “I will speak to Morgan about attending.” 
I would never drag Morgan into this so she’s going to have to deal with only one of us.
It works and Lady looks back at me, her smile growing wider. “You know, we’ve always wanted to get you girls involved in more social activities. I’m so glad you’re interested. We also have a Gala after Christmas. I expect to see you there as well.” She smiles, even though her tone is challenging.
“Of course,” I cheer, my face permanently fixed in this fake pleasant face I didn’t know I had in me.  
Lady gives a single clap then pats my cheek again. “So adorable.” She begins to walk away and for some reason unknown to myself I feel like I need the last word.
“Lady,” I turn and watch her spin back to me. Victory written all over her face. 
“I’ll be sure to send some brownies as a thank you for the invite.” I toss a laugh at her and wave her on her way to show she’s dismissed.
Her mouth opens slightly then she looks around, fixes her jacket and turns to leave. Defeated.
Dropping in my seat, I grab my water to take a drink.
Me and my big, stupid, Chandler mouth. Two events that I have zero desire to go to and now I’m verbally contracted to both.
I think I just signed my soul to the devil herself.
Putting my glass back on the table, I crumble the card in my hand and I drop it in my purse before pushing my plate away.
“That woman should be in weight loss commercials,” I mutter, raising my hand for a waiter.
When he spots me, he walks over and smiles, “Is everything alright?” he looks from my dish to me.
“Everything is wonderful. I’m wondering if you could please get me a Baileys on the rocks.” I look at Mea. “Actually, make that two,” I smile back at the man.
He laughs an almost understanding laugh and walks away.
“I’m sorry about her, usually I have a shield.” A thought crosses my mind. “Today I guess I was yours, though.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “She’s, as Grams would say, a twat.” I rub the space between my eyes, trying to relieve some tension.
“You seemed very confident.” Mea fixes her silverware. “You reminded me a lot of your mother,” she adds.
That’s probably what Lady means by ‘I’m adorable’. She means I remind her of my mother. There’s a clear distinction between my mother and me.
She cares what people think and I don’t.
“I’ve had years of training,” I smile at her, trying to brush off the weird mood that’s seemed to settle between us. 
“What was brownies code for?” She looks up at me, her index fingers drawing circles around her watch.
Oh that.
“No code. It stood for brownies. When we were in high school she accused me of giving her daughters brownies that were laced with stool softener.” I shrug.
Her expression chances from wary to intrigue.
“Did you?” she questions me.
“They always have this look of constipation on their faces,” I admit, without admitting.
She bursts into laughter. “You are my favorite person,” she says between breaths.
It’s weird that this conversation is what made her decide that. I was disliked for a long time after that and for some reason no one wanted to eat the brownies my mom made for holidays.
When our drinks arrive, we take them and raise them in a toast.
Mea speaks up before I can think of something to say. “To a non-friendship and twats, may the non-friendship stay warm even after the fire has gone out and the twats burn in hell from the embers.” Her voice is back to its regular perkiness.
Umm… well, how can I not toast to that?
Clearing my throat, I raise my glass and clink it off hers. Taking back the smooth liquid we both drain our glasses and place them back on the table.
“I don’t have a lot of women friends,” I smile at her.
“Yeah, me either. Women are assholes sometimes and I thought we weren’t friends?” She smirks and I raise my hand for the waiter again.
He comes over, his eyes sparkling with delight at us.
“Could we have another round?” I ask and look at Mea. “We’re celebrating our friendship tonight.” We exchange a sly grin.
“To Crazy and Baggage… a match made in absolute hell,” she winks at me and I agree.
Well… I hung out as long as I could.
She’s just so damn likeable.
Emersyn Vallis is a first time author with Adjournment being the first book in the Fated Series. Currently residing on the east coast with her husband and three children she is typically mistaken for being quiet and reserved her friends often describe her as a spastic spider monkey and always the first to be there with her quick wit to pull you back up when you’re feeling down. After reading as a hobby for most of her life it wasn’t until she had discovered R. L. Mathewson’s ‘Neighbor from Hell Series’ and Tara Sivec’s ‘Playing with Fire Series’ that she came up with the idea to fuse comedy and suspense together and her passion for writing was born.


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COVER REVEAL: Easy Virtue by Mia Asher

By Mia Asher

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Easy Virtue by Mia Asher

RELEASE DATE:  December 3rd, 2014

Love is selfish…

My name is Blaire.
I’m the bad girl.
The other woman.
The one who never gets the guy in the end.

I’m the gold digger.
The bitch.
The one no one roots for.
The one you love to hate.

I hate myself too.

Everyone has a story. Are you ready for mine?

Chapter One
Part I


What is love?
I dont know.
Ive never had it.
Is it even real?
No, I dont think so. I mean, how can I believe in love when Ive never witnessed it? When it seems to only exist in books and films, or in the lives of more fortunate people than me? Trust me, I know.
Love is my personal chimera.
I am gazing at brown eyes, admiring the richness of the color, the beauty of the man to whom they belong to.
Youre so beautiful, Blaire so wet, he murmurs, his hand going between my legs as he begins to rub me. His fingers spread me open to their soft invasion, tuning my body to his wants and needs, preparing me to be taken as the hot friction of his touch lights a wild fire within my body. Its not the first time he has touched me like this, but each time feels better and betterthe sensations all-consuming and heady.
One finger.
Two fingers.
One finger.
Two fingers.
Over and over again.
His invasion is fast and slow, deep and shallow. His touch is soiled heaven.
As I open my legs wider for him, I wonder if it feels this good because of him or because Im taking something that doesnt belong to me and making it mine.
Oh God I love you, Blaire. I love you I love you …” he pants in my ear.
Dont stop it feels so good, I breathe.
Okay, maybe its because at this moment in time this man thinks he loves me and no one else but me, however false his proclamation may be.
I close my eyes as his lips land on mine. He kisses me softly as if Im made out of gold, kissing me with that familiar mouth Ive seen smile tenderly at me so many times before. The assault of his tongue debilitates me but doesnt incapacitate me.

Its four dollars, gorgeous, the cute barista says, smiling at me.
Im about to pay for my cappuccino when I hear a deep, manly voice say, Let me get that for you.
A man wearing a beige suit comes forward, standing next to me as he hands the barista some bills. Ive seen you around youre Paiges friend.
I smile, licking my suddenly dry lips. Thank you, and yes I know Paige.
The smile on his handsome face seems to freeze as his gaze follows the tip of my tongue, the spark of hunger brightening his eyes. Inwardly, I smile because who knew it was so easy to make men desire me, particularly when I went without attention for so long.
My pleasure. Are you, he coughs, here with someone else?
I shake my head and look at him through fluttering eyelashes. No, Im here all by myself. I pause, touching his arm invitingly, and smile. Would you like to join me?
He looks around the coffee shop, probably considering if he should, if its proper to do so, but less than five seconds later, hes staring at me once again. Sure.
Yes, just like that.

The beige walls are spinning.
The clock is ticking.
The bedsprings creak as the moon cries outside the motel window.
And the man above me kisses me while he fingers me, preparing me for him. Gotta love such a thoughtful man.
I can taste his sweet saliva mixing with mine, and I love it.
Please, I beg against his lips, reaching for his hard cock and wrapping my fingers around it. Im ready.
I feel his mouth leave mine as he begins to make his way down my partially dressed body. Are you sure, Blaire? Are you sure you want to do this with me?
I open my eyes to witness what I think I want him to do. No, what Im sure I want him to do. I cant help the smile I feel playing on my lips as I see him struggling with his conscience. He asks me if Im sure when he has already fucked my mouth with his cock countless number of times, when his fingers have filled every orifice of my body. Should I laugh? No I decide to take pity instead.
Im sure, so sure, I say, letting my arms land like dead weight on the bed, the cheap fabric rough against my skin.
All right.
When I feel the bed dip between my legs, I instinctively open them for him and watch as he brings a condom package to his mouth. As he rips it open with his teeth, I admire his perfect full lips that emphasize how masculine he is.
I feel pleased with myself.
So fucking pleased because he wants me.
Mr. Callahan wants me. Me. Can you believe it? Chubby Blaire. Ugly and awkward Blaire.
Unlovable Blaire.
I guess Im not that ugly anymore. My body? What was considered fat as a child is now called boobs and ass. Guys want it. They want me. They want to touch me, grope me, feel me they want to screw me. And it feels good to be wanted so good. It makes me feel powerful, and like a potent drug spreading inside your bloodstream, I want more.
I need more.
Hurry up, I say, not bothering to be shy or coy about it. I mean, he brought me here to have sex, right?
Fuck, give me a second, Blaire. Trying to get the damn condom on my dick.
As he rolls the rubber on his stiff dick, his eyes wonder over my bare chest, my face, my spread legs. Shaking his head as if trying to clear his mind, he mutters, Youre so beautiful. I want you so much.
Thats not the first time I have heard those words come out of a mans mouth. Josh tells me all the time how beautiful I am, how perfect I am, how much he wants me, how much he loves me. But hes my friend with benefits. The words kind of lose their meaning when its the same person saying them to you over and over again. 
Show me.
Those two words are all it takes for him to spread my legs wider with his hands and finally enter me with his throbbing dick. Pain shoots through my body, and a groan escapes my mouth when he covers my body with his. I feel his whole length inside me in one deep thrust.
Christ, youre so tight.
He lifts both my legs, wrapping them around his lean waist and starts to thrust. Hard. It hurts. But I like the pain. It sobers me.
And thats when reality comes crashing down on me. It hits me with the speed and blinding power of a torpedo, making me realize what Im doing. What Im giving away and the man doesnt even know it.
What the hell am I doing?
Proving that you are your mothers daughter.
Making her proud.
The room is filled with the noises of the man grunting his pleasure and the wet slapping of our skin; it makes me want to gag.  I want to throw up. Maybe its the alcohol I drank.
Maybe its self-disgust.
The initial pain is gone and now I just feel sore. And strange.
His beautiful face lowers, his lips about to connect with mine, and I feel the bile rise inside my throat. I turn my face to the side, his kiss landing on my cheek. My eyes watch the way the lights in the bathroom illuminate all its used and dirty ugliness.
Oh God, Im going to come Im going to come Im going to come, he continues to pant in my ear, pumping in and out of my body. Before I know whats happening, he half-screams and half groans, his body going tense on top of mine.
And just like that its over. In less than five minutes Ive managed to kill a part of me.
Our breathing evens and he pulls out, moving to stand up. I push myself up on my elbows to see him inspect his condom. It still glistens. By the time he lifts his eyes, connecting with mine, Ive already wrapped my body with the duvet cover.
Confusion, shock, and pleasure reflect in those brown eyes. I-I didnt know I …” His hands go to his hair as we stare at each other. I didnt know you were a virgin.
I shrug my shoulder carelessly, causing the duvet to slide down, exposing my bare breasts to him. His eyes immediately flare with lust. It doesnt matter I wanted it to be you.
And thats the truth.
But nothing. If it bothers you, then forget it happened. I already did, I say, ending the conversation.
This is my body. I will have the last word. Not him. Not anyone. This is my life. This is my decision.
Without giving myself a chance to doubt my next words, I turn to look at him in all his naked beauty, the gold wedding ring on his finger catching my attention. Dont worry, Mr. Callahan I wont tell your daughter that you fucked her classmate.
And with that, I seal my destiny.


About the Author:
Mia Asher

My name is Mia Asher.
I'm a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy - but who isn't?