Monday, October 19, 2015

Want by Emma Rider




 Want by Emma Rider
Genre: Contemporary MMA Fighter Romance
Release Date: October 14, 2015
Cover Designer: Book Cover By Design




Savage in the cage. Savage in the bedroom.

Powerful. Brutal. Mixed Martial Artist, Ryland “The Savage” Cole doesn’t play by the rules. He wants it. He takes it. And he wants Jade. 

Professional cuddler Jade has not only been hurt but also deceived by the one she once loved. She’s not going to make a mistake again by giving her heart to a man. Especially since she’s now free. 


When a motorcycle club threatens her best friend, she puts her life on the line in order to save him, but in order to do that, she must spend every night in Ryland’s arms.

















Always your friendly neighborhood cosmic secretary of romance, Emma Rider has been weaving stories since she was about five, writing and acting out plays about princes and princesses for her parents often. She currently resides in the East Coast with her husband and two standard poodles. She loves to read, needs to write, and has a love/hate relationship with cooking—but she can be found doing any of these. If she’s not found doing any of these, don’t worry, she’s probably practicing martial arts, dabbling in graphic design or pestering friends with movie quotes. She loves romance, loves happy endings and especially loves writing them.

































The announcer said, “Your winner tonight by way of TKO is Ryland ‘Savage’ Cooooolllle.”
Ryland’s arm was lifted high.
The crowd cheered, and I whistled and clapped along with them. Then I froze as Ryland’s grays ensnared mine. Something powerful gleamed in them. Something predatory, and I was unable to tear away.
A thought crossed my mind. Should I run because of the way he was looking at me? I’d never had anyone look at me like that before. Not any of the menacing women in the prison who were picking their teeth with bones nor my ex when we were in the peak of our relationship. Ryland’s look was scary but another kind of scary. A pure sexual scary, and I kind of liked it.
My insides quivered, and my body ached for him. Sexual tension was a cunning enemy, always present, and I had ignored it since I’d met Ryland. But at the moment, I felt that I was going to blow if he came near me.
He moved, his body a ripple of power as he stalked toward me, ignoring the crowd seeking his attention. A reporter with a death wish stepped in front of him, cutting off his path.
Ryland halted to shoot the man a glare. The reporter changed his mind fast and scurried out of Ryland’s way. Coach threw his hands in the air, shouting at Ryland to stay, but was ignored. Ben must have had iron balls to put a hand on Ryland’s shoulder, but Ryland shot his grays to him, and Ben lifted his hands and backed off slowly.
My jaw had already dropped but fell even more when Ryland vaulted himself up the cage’s chain link, over the edge, and leaped to the ground, his knees bent to soften the impact. The spell broke when people swarmed him like flies, and I lost sight of him.
Tyeesha gave my hand a quick squeeze, mumbling, “Oh Lord, someone has it baaad.”
Who had it bad? Me or him? Because I freaking had it bad. I needed to get the hell out of here before he caught me. As I decided to run far away, maybe Hawaii or someplace farther, I watched the unfortunate person in front of me get tossed aside, and Ryland’s T-shirt-clad body materialized two inches from my face. I cranked my head back and froze.
The lights flashed behind him, and I blinked quickly. The crowd moved and buzzed around me, but they were merely background noise. His white teeth flashed in a predatory way, his grays were molten, and the way he was staring at me had my body flaring from a single flame to a freaking inferno. Run? What was the definition of that word? Before I knew it, he bent and I landed on his shoulder, my breath escaping me.
We were moving before I realized what was going on. I didn’t struggle, but I did attempt to brace myself on his back so I didn’t just hang there. He carried me out of the arena like he was a victorious warrior claiming the glory, claiming his prize. And was his prize.












WOW, just WOW...this book had it all for me. It had a strong heroine, and a even stronger hero. Ryland is wonderful , he is strong and sweet, yet he don't take no shit from anyone and what he wants he gets..one way or another. And Jade is just amazing. When life handed her lemon she made some damn lemonade. She didn't look for a easy way out she made her own way. And when these two come together HOLY HELL! 
I really love this book , and can't wait to read more from Emma Rider. 
If you enjoy hot, sexy  men, with strong women beside them , throw in some bikers and a few drug dealers and BOOM you have got to read this one. You won't be disappointed ! 

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Dance Me Out Of Danger by T.M. Sullivan


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Dance Me Out Of Danger by T.M. Sullivan
(The Ferris Series Book #1)
 
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"This book was crazy and different, but crazy and different in a good way"
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"The chemistry between Grayson and Willa is combustible"
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"I will most definitely be one-clicking the entire Ferris Series by T.M. Sullivan!"- A Book Lover's Emporium book blog.
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Willa McKenzie thought her life was perfect. Living in Las Vegas, every night she fulfils her dream of singing and dancing as one of the city's most beloved showgirls. Her dreams are shattered by a shocking phonecall about her estrange dying mother. Forced to return to her hometown of Ferris, a town where she never felt happy or alive, she throws her self into chaos.
When Grayson Malloy discovers Willa is back in Ferris, he has no intention of letting her slip away from him again. With a little help from his daughter, they show her what has been missing from her life. Grayson is determined to make her his, to show her that true love does exist. That they can be each other's happy ending, if only she ill trust him.
BUT... What Willa, Grayson and the residents of Ferris soon find out is that someone else has their SIGHTS set on Willa and has no intention of her LIVING forever.
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Excerpt 
“Grayson you have to stop,” I cry out as I grab onto his shoulders forcefully digging my fingers into him. Unable to stop myself, I wrap one leg around his waist, grinding my crotch against his leg to help ease the delicious ache. With the pulsating slowing down, I slow my breathing. Minutes passed, no movements, no sound came from either of us. I slowly start to come back to myself, embarrassment flowing through me. Please tell me I did not just do that.
“Holy Christ, did you come?” Grayson pulls himself away from my breast. I push my face into his chest and nod. “Fuck me...that was hot,” he breathes into my hair, holding me close in his arms.
“What?” I mumble, raising my head to look in his eyes.
“Willa,” he looks at me and runs a hand through his short hair.
“You came from me sucking and tugging on your tits, you were so turned on, so responsive so…”
“So embarrassed,” I blurt out looking in his eyes.
“Willa,” he began as I try to scramble out from underneath him “Wait, wait.” He pins me to the mattress.
“Grayson, I feel like a complete slut right now. I’ve been home for two minutes. Now here I am in your bed where I had a fricken orgasm…happy?” I’m mortified by my behavior.
“Fuck ya, I am,” he grins, pleased with himself. I fall back onto the bed and cover my face with my arm.
“Baby, look at me.” I look into his eyes.
“Grayson, please can we just not talk about it.”
“Willa, you’re not a slut, okay? We’re not strangers.” I keep my hands over my face.
“Baby, stop hiding,” he pulls my hands away.
“That was the first orgasm I’ve had that wasn’t self-inflicted,” I whisper.
“Fuck me…baby I want to see that so bad right now,” he tells me, lust burning in his eyes. I laugh.
“Grayson, please be serious I’m so embarrassed I mean…I told you that…ugh, God.” Could this get any worse?
“I’m more than serious, Willa, the last thing I want to hear is you being embarrassed. You were with idiots, but Willa, I couldn’t be happier right now. I wish I\d taken my head out of my ass sooner. You would have been in my bed a hell of a lot quicker.” What on earth does that mean?
“Are you aware how fucking sexier you got? Didn’t think that could be possible. Knowing that I’m the only one that will ever pleasure you, makes me horny as hell. I’ll be inside of you, tasting you, knowing where to touch you to get you off. Multiple times because I will make sure of it. Jesus, you sky rocketed off the fucking charts, baby and it was hot as hell.” God, his words are vocal orgasm's, how does he do this?
“I’m sexy?” How is this happening right now, the one man I’ve fantasized for my entire young life has my panties damp. I need to tread carefully with this.
“No, Grayson, this can’t happen. I haven’t been home a day yet. I’m freaking out right now.” Was I that woman? Hopping in his bed and agreeing to be with him. Okay, okay I know he is gorgeous and yes I have loved him forever… shit I have loved him forever. I began to panic.
“Holy shit, Willa, relax, it’s happening, and it’s okay. I’ve wanted you for a long time. When I saw you at the hospital I knew it was time. Time to finally show you how good we could be together. I won’t let you analyze this, so stay out of your head. I promise you, this between us is not bad. Fast? Yes, but not bad.” He pushes me back again and laid on top of me. “God you are so cute, I love that you don’t even know how sexy you are.” Love? Did he say love?
He kisses me hard, deep. His tongue searches for mine in a searing kiss as his hands roam and grope. Our hearts pound from the contact. He feels so good, so right.
“Okay, okay we need to stop.” He sits us back up, causing me to giggle at his frustration.
“Are you hungry? I’m worried that you haven’t eaten.” He looks at me with concern.
“What’s the time?” I ask.
“Eight…you slept for three hours.”
“Gosh I have to get home,” I tell him, jumping out of his bed.
“You’re not going home,” his voice is stern.
“I have to…”
“Willa,” he pulls me close him again.
“I spent three hours curled around your luscious body, felt you, made you cum, and then I find out you haven’t been properly fucked.” I swallow hard. “All this in my bed. If you think you’re leaving, you have another think coming. You will have a nice hot shower, put on one of my shirts, and have something to eat. Lay in my bed curled into me while we both go to sleep and I’ll take you home tomorrow morning…got it?” He is like my hot bath and my black coffee, I was getting sweaty again.
“I could use a shower,” I admit.
“I thought so,” he grins.
Cocky bastard!
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I am T.M. Sullivan, and I am a stay at home mom that works from home as a hairstylist, while caring for two beautiful daughters. I am married to an extremely hard-working man who has done nothing but show me support in this venture. Being an avid reader my whole life and enjoying writing when I was younger. I decide to write a story of my own, never did I expect to be in the position I am now.
I love books with a little suspense, love and a whole lot of sexy, demanding men who love hard with their whole heart. Which is why I wrote this one I wanted my men to be every day hardworking men, whether they work in construction, work as a police officer, fireman, even sensual lawyers or business-men, I love them all. My women need to be passionate and strong giving their men a run for their money.
A tiny secret that no one knows, until now: I love stories with an HEA, and cliffhangers kill me. I hate surprises. I'm not kidding; I will read the ending of the book to make sure there is an HEA and if the book is a cliffhanger, I will wait until all the books are out and read them all right after another.
I want to thank anyone who gives my work a chance. I never thought in a million years I would write an entire book on my own, let alone have anyone who chose to read it.
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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

The Broken Half by Sahar Abdulaziz


Title: The Broken Half
Author: Sahar Abdulaziz
Publisher: Booktrope


Sahar Abdulaziz’s new Women’s Contemporary Fiction novel, The Broken Half, is the harrowing story of a young American Muslim woman, Zahra, whose marriage has been anything but peaceful. Faced with the difficult and dangerous choice to either stay in her abusive marriage or leave, Zahra soon realizes each step she takes towards freedom is riddled with risky and uncertain repercussions. Feeling trapped, alone, and without the support she so desperately needs, Zahra is almost out of options. While the threat of danger continues to escalate around her, will Zahra ultimately choose to fix her broken marriage or will escaping become a life or death decision?


About the Author:



Challenging topics of family and marital discord, and the need for emotional survival, Abdulaziz uses her writing platform and voice to advocate for the underrepresented, the disenfranchised and/or maligned. Skillfully luring the reader into her stories without being extensively graphic or sensationalistic with hard-hitting, uncomfortable subject matter, she traces the triumphs and tragedies of families torn apart by familial domestic violence, and sexual abuse. She also explores the human desire and need for renewal, closure and finally healing. Her multidimensional characters have been described as having “substance and soul”. Author of As One Door Closes, Abdulaziz again demonstrates that those who have suffered are not victims, but survivors.





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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

The Poet’s Secret by Kenneth Zak

The Poet’s Secret by Kenneth Zak 




In The Poet’s Secret, Elia Aloundra, a young lit student, sees the reclusive poet Cameron Beck recite a poem at a campus pub before he vanishes—for a second time. Ten years earlier, Beck had dropped from the public eye leaving only an acclaimed collection of odes to an anonymous muse and a decade of speculation over his disappearance. Elia sets off in search of Beck, longing to know the man whose words have moved her so, hoping perhaps the ghost poet will unveil the secret to eternal love. What she doesn’t know is that as her quest begins, Beck is perched atop a cliff on a remote Caribbean island and about to attempt suicide. As Elia faces off with Beck’s protective circle on the exotic island hideaway, the same island where decades earlier a Spanish shipwreck entombing mystical Aztec relics was found, she finds herself swept up in the mystery of the muse. What Elia cannot fathom is that Beck’s secret will change both their lives forever. 













A Q&A with Kenneth Zak, author of The Poet’s Secret

What inspired you to write The Poet’s Secret?

At the time I wrote The Poet’s Secret, I was on a personal pilgrimage. I essentially took a three­year sabbatical, sort of an adult “time out,” and embarked on a new path. I dedicated myself to explore the meaning of life and love and particularly the arc of passion. I became consumed by the idea of living in the present, honoring the “now” as the only real moment in time, the only authentic eternity, which allowed me to both disconnect and connect like never before and let go of the constructs of past and future as fictions created by the mind. I gained a new appreciation for relatively brief moments and encounters as having potentially profound effects. I was living abroad, reading, writing, surfing and slowing down my existence.

The tale that became The Poet’s Secret was conceived in a hovel perched atop a one­table taverna in the hillside village of Avdou, just a scooter ride from the blue waters of the Aegean Sea on the island of Crete. I was sequestered alone, halfway around the world from my home, and recovering from a life, and a relationship, that had left me hollow, or at least I thought at the time. But it turned out words kept flowing out of me, first in raw, chunky verse that faintly resembled poetry and then in images and scenes that bore an even fainter resemblance to a novel. For months I wrote, swam in healing waters and disappeared into this remote, antiquated Greek village. I had never done anything like that before, but at the time it was the only existence that made any sense.

So many miracles happened during those months. I experienced a cleansing, a healing and an awakening, and I began to perceive light and water and imagery and words and the souls around me like never before. I eventually returned to California, and then traveled to Bali, Mexico, Costa Rica, Thailand, Cambodia and South America, following the sea and surf with laptop in hand and continuing to write. The backstory to writing The Poet’s Secret is a story in itself.

How did you select the locations for the novel?

It was tempting to set the bulk of the novel in Greece, a country I adore. However, as the story evolved the compass for the island setting spun toward the West Indies, and the story’s life raft washed ashore on the fictional island of Mataki. I was fortunate to spend a good part of my sabbatical on tropical islands and coastal villages that certainly informed the setting. As for the early campus setting, I based it on a fictionalized version of my beloved alma mater, The Ohio State University.

What was your particular process in terms of plot, outlining and character?

I essentially began the novel with two scenes that were haunting me. First, I had a reclusive poet on a remote island cliff about to attempt suicide. Second, I had a bookish young woman captured within the confines of the great romances of literature. I really had no idea about their connection, if any, but those two images would not let go of me. As I began to write, the concept of the woman yearning for what nearly kills the poet began to take hold.

The process was fairly organic. I let the characters breathe and lead me into the story. I wasn’t even sure whose story it was until shortly after the first draft. Once the closing scene appeared to me I realized that it was really Elia’s story. I then just had to navigate getting there. While I did not develop any formal outline, I downloaded scenes as they appeared, stockpiled them and later wove them in when they seemed to make sense. It was a bit like swimming across a sea, not sure which direction land might be but hoping that if I kept going I would eventually find my way.

Stumbling, a bit blindly, through this creative process was both exasperating and exhilarating. As I was working on revisions, I attended several writers’ conferences that stressed the necessity of thorough plotting, which made me feel a tad vulnerable. I later read an interview about Michael Ondaatje’s process in writing The English Patient and realized I was in good company.

The novel is filled with excerpts of poetry, which came first, the poetry or the narrative arc?

Most of the poetry was written before any narrative took form. The poetry came in often painful and soul­searching flourishes, and then was revised over time. There is a line in The Poet’s Secret where Dean Baltutis refers to the poet’s inspiration being “survival.” That is precisely how it felt at times. I also wanted to combine both poetry and prose into one novel and attempt to slow down the reader a bit at the beginning of each chapter to contemplate and absorb the poetry, to be in that moment so to speak, before continuing on the narrative journey.

What in particular surprised you about the process of writing The Poet’s Secret?

I didn’t want to force plot twists or preconceived outcomes. I let the characters find the story. I let go of expectations and trusted the story to evolve. Tapping into this creative process was freeing, exhilarating and challenging, sort of like jumping off a cliff into the sea for the first time. I had never done anything quite like it, but this particular process for me felt authentic. I certainly was surprised how well the early drafts of the poetry and manuscript were received, which bolstered my confidence to pursue the project through publication.

Water imagery is abundant throughout the novel, what is the particular connection for you with water and particularly with respect to this novel?

I was thrown onto a swim team at age 8 even before I passed beginners swim lessons (I was terrible at the back float). But water soon became my life and in many ways my salvation. Throughout my youth I swam, played water polo, lifeguarded and hung around Lake Erie in northeastern Ohio. Somehow, I didn’t even see an ocean until I was 18. But I recall climbing out of the backseat of a Datsun 210 hatchback (or what they claimed to be a backseat) after driving for twenty­two hours to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break and telling my college buddies to just pick me up in a few hours. I was mesmerized. I sprinted into the Atlantic Ocean and swam and bodysurfed until dark. Today, I surf or swim almost every day. I feel like I am about eighty percent water, the remaining twenty percent made up mostly of curiosity and mischief.

Much of the water in the universe is said to be a byproduct of star formation. I’m no scientist, but I like the way that sounds. Because when I look up at the night stars it feels a lot like gazing west an hour before the sun dips into the sea, at least at my secret little spot by the water. Flickering diamonds scatter everywhere along the surface, and if I squint just right, I forget the sea is even there. Instead, it looks like a galaxy of stars shimmering right into me, washing across my heart, reflecting off my smile and filling me with the belief that I can just float away into the universe. So I often do.

Spiritually, water often represents purification and healing. To me, water represents so many things, perhaps most importantly love and life and the sacred feminine. I once nearly died underwater while surfing in Uluwatu, a place few have ever heard of and even fewer have visited. But I know on so many occasions water has saved me, water has healed me, and water has reset my compass when I have been spinning in some uncontrollable vortex. So for me, my life and my love seem to be tied to returning to the great aquatic source, again and again, maybe just to fill the chasm that still exists in me, and maybe to some degree still exists in all of us.

I have been fortunate to swim with sea turtles and dolphins in the wild on many occasions. When I stare into the eyes of a sea turtle or a dolphin I cannot help but believe that they understand this great aquatic connection, a connection beyond humanity, beyond species, beyond even the stars. So when I am writing about passion, heartbreak, healing, life and love, it is only natural for me to write in a particularly aquatic language and style.

Where is your favorite place to write?

My favorite place to write is on that squeaky metal spring cot in that hovel above Mihalis’ taverna in Avdou, Crete. After that, any place as long as I have my noise cancellation headphones. I’ve written and revised all over from kitchen tables to airplanes.

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing over thirty years now in one form or another. I wrote a bit of poetry in high school and then did a bunch of required writing in my legal profession. It was sometime after law school that I penned my first novel (unpublished), and then about ten years ago when the idea for The Poet’s Secret first took flight. I also have some published short fiction and poetry.

Who are some of your favorite authors?

Pablo Neruda, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Haruki Murakami, Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Paulo Coehlo, Milan Kundera, John Steinbeck, Michael Ondaatje, Jorge Luis Borges, Rumi, A.S. Byatt, Carl Safina, Tom Spanbauer and so many more.

How did those authors influence your work?

My favorite authors inspire, entertain, challenge and provoke me. I don’t try to write or emulate any particular style. But when I read the opening of Cannery Row time stops.

How did you become affiliated with the Romance Writers of America?

Someone recommended I send an early draft of The Poet’s Secret to the RWA. While The Poet’s Secret is by no means a traditional genre romance, it was selected an RWA Golden Heart Finalist in romantic suspense. I was the only male nominated that year (attending the national conference and award ceremony is another story altogether). When my face went up on the Jumbotron in front of thousands of mostly female authors at the award ceremony it was a bit unnerving. Writing anything can be fraught with self­doubt. The RWA could not have been more welcoming and supportive and certainly gave me a bolt of confidence to continue writing and revising, as did the nominee class from that year, the appropriately named Unsinkables.

How did your professional career as an attorney influence your writing and how do you balance the two careers?

I think practicing law actually spurred my interest in creative writing. While I was in private practice, I felt constrained by the form restrictions requisite within the legal profession. I also felt a lot of legal writing often served more to obfuscate than illuminate and writing poetry and fiction allowed me the freedom to explore and express myself in a different medium. The Poet’s Secret is not “another lawyer’s courtroom thriller” in any respect, nor am I particularly drawn to that genre since I’ve lived it. Nonetheless, my legal career (now as General Counsel for a large private brokerage company) is both fascinating and challenging. I draw some inspiration from the poet Wallace Stevens who for years continued his vibrant writing career while an executive for an insurance company. As far as balance goes, my evenings and weekends are spent around the keyboard as much as possible.

Tell us about your involvement with 1% for the Planet and The Surfrider Foundation.

Perhaps only a poet would give away money before it is even earned, but that is what I felt compelled to do given my love of the ocean and conservation causes. In addition to ocean swimming, free diving and water polo, I have been an avid surfer for nearly two decades and have surfed around the world. Subtle conservation themes are laced through The Poet’s Secret, but my love of the ocean and our planet is anything but subtle. I hope to leave this world and particularly our oceans better than I found them. Penju Publishing’s membership with 1% For the Planet and my pledged donations to The Surfrider Foundation are an effort to spread awareness, give back and pay it forward.

For more about the author please visit www.kennethzak.com


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Just pure amazing, I was first draw to this book by the cover, it may be simple but sometimes simple is the best. Second was the author's name, my son is named Kenneth and well ...... Third is the plot. This book didn't let me down. I will admit it isn't one of my normal reads,( paranormal , elite fighter's etc..)  but I am so honored and glad that I was able to read this wonderful author's work.








Monday, October 5, 2015

Inflame Me (Ravage MC#4) by Ryan Michel

Inflame Me (Ravage MC#4) by Ryan Michele






Tanner O’Ryan is in desperate need of help.

When her mother suddenly suggests they drive to Sumner, Georgia to get assistance from her father, Cameron Wagner, she is more than floored. In her twenty-three years, she’s never known who her father is, and now she has to put her trust in the man. Not only does she have to trust him, but an entire club full of men and women who live a life she didn’t know anything about.

She quickly realizes she needs more help than she originally thought.

*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only. This book can be read as a stand-alone.*

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