Title: Blue Horizons
Author: Kathryn Andrews
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Coming: October 19, 2015

Will Ashton Music is my motivation. I’ve always believed that, because of it, I would be somebody. Somebody to someone, and something to myself. At age four, I picked up my grandfather’s acoustic guitar and, up until three weeks ago, I’ve never put it down. From a single chord to a full arrangement, music fed my soul. I craved it with every fiber of my being, but now, I just don’t know. That driving force that’s always pushed me has somehow stalled, along with the thrill, the passion, and the familiarity . . . it’s all gone. I’m beginning to worry that my love for music just isn’t enough. As the summer tour finally comes to an end, I head to the Blue Ridge Mountains instead of returning to Nashville. It’s here that I’ve always been able to lose myself amongst the solitude and the lake, but what I didn’t expect to find was her. Wild blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a laugh I find myself trying to coax from her has me completely enamored. She’s quiet, incredibly poised, and driven by secrets as big as the mountains around us. They’re what’s made her untouchable, and left me wanting to know more. Maybe that’s what I need. Maybe I need more. Maybe I need her. Ava Layne They say that life isn’t about how many breaths we take, but how many moments take our breath away. But what if those moments aren’t filled with happiness and love, but something dark and haunting? For me, it’s those moments that’ve shaped and taken over my life. I can’t change who I am, God knows I’ve tried, and, because of this, I’ve accepted the silver lining . . . I’m alive. Fifty-two white keys, thirty-six black keys, ten fingers, seven notes, two friends, and one stage. At the piano, on the stage, with my two best friends, I finally found myself, and I live for those moments. One by one, I collect them, cherish them, patiently waiting for the next, until it arrives and changes everything. That’s the moment I meet him.

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OVER TEN YEARS ago my husband and I were driving from Chicago to Tampa and somewhere in Kentucky I remember seeing a billboard that was all black with five white words, “I do, therefore I am!” I’m certain that it was a Nike ad, but for me I found this to be completely profound. Take running for example. Most will say that a runner is someone who runs five days a week and runs under a ten minute mile pace. Well, I can tell you that I never run five days a week and on my best days my pace is an eleven minute mile. I have run quite a few half marathons and one full marathon. No matter what anyone says . . . I run, therefore I am a runner. I’ve taken this same thought and applied it to so many areas of my life: cooking, gardening, quilting, and yes . . . writing. I may not be culinary trained, but I love to cook and my family and friends loves to eat my food. I cook, therefore I am a chef! My thumb is not black. I love to grow herbs, tomatoes, roses, and lavender. I garden, therefore I am a gardener! I love beautiful fabrics and I can follow a pattern. My triangles may not line up perfectly . . . but who cares, my quilts are still beautiful when they are finished. I quilt, therefore I am a quilter. I have been writing my entire life. It is my husband who finally said, “Who cares if people like your books or not? If you enjoy writing them and you love your stories…then write them.” He has always been my biggest fan and he was right. Being a writer has always been my dream and what I said I wanted to be when I grew up. So, I’ve told you who I am and what I love to do . . . now I’m going to tell you the why. I have two boys that are three years a part. My husband and I want to instill in them adventure, courage, and passion. We don’t expect them to be perfect at things, we just want them to try and do. It’s not about winning the race; it’s about showing up in the first place. We don’t want them to be discouraged by society stereotypes, we want them to embrace who they are and what they love. After all, we only get one life. In the end, they won’t care how many books I actually sell . . . all that matters to them is that I said I was going to do it, I did it, and I have loved every minute of it. Find something that you love and tell yourself, “I do, therefore I am.”

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Title: Unwanted Sacrifices

Series: Russkaya Mafiya Novel

Author: Sapphire Knight

Genre: Contemporary, Erotica, Mafia, MC, Romantic suspense

Release Date: October 1, 2015

Sabrina

Sold. I never imagined I would be grateful to be bought by the Bratva.

One more year and i was set to marry evil. I've heard the gruesome tales of that family before.

I'm awarded with a new beginning when I'm given to the mafia, for Nikolai to keep. 

He's unlike anything I could of dreamed of, especially after the screwed up way I was raised.

The problem? My betrothed isn't willing to give me up.

Nikolai

I’ve lost what I love; they were stolen from me, tortured and violated. 

I feel like I’ve fought my entire life to fill the void left inside.

my heart is coated in sadness but I'm good at keeping it locked deep.

The Mafia saved me, but now I'm faced with yet another unwanted sacrifice.

I won’t let her go. I have to save this one.

Sapphire Knight is the author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish and Corrupted. Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself.

She is a Texas girl who is crazy about football. Sapphire has always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories.

She originally studied psychology and that has only added to her passion for writing. Sapphire has two boys and has been married for ten years.

When she’s not busy in her writing cave, she’s busy playing with her three Doberman Pinschers.

She loves to donate to help animals and watching a good action movie.

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How do I dominate and enamor the woman who’s in charge of signing my paycheck?

That’s the one question, Joshua Timbers, has been asking himself since he first stepped foot into his own personal Hell. JT, or Yoshi—as his tormentor likes to call him—has lived a life of hardship and loss since an early age. Being the product of a single parent home, he’s accustomed to hard work and lonely nights.

Seeing the strong man that raised him suffer after the loss of his mother made JT’s own heart harden. All that mattered was seeking instant gratification to curve his enormous appetite.

Until the blessed day he met his fallen angel, Janelle.

Beautiful, and with balls bigger than her entire crew, Janelle is accustomed to the leering looks of men, even though she’s their boss—the owner of Walker Constructions, alongside her brother.

Her beauty is untouchable to everyone, but how far will Joshua go to bend his hellion to his will and make her his?

“You wanted to see me?” At the sound of my voice, Janelle jumped in her seat. A tiny gasp escaped through her plumps lips, her eyes widening as our eyes locked. Gone was the secure seductress from earlier today. The one who walked through the job site’s parking area, hips swaying enticingly, while I held on for dear life to a slab of granite that she’d kill me for if I’d dropped. Giving me shit while I couldn’t react. Not without consequences. “Yeah, I…” She cleared her throat, swallowing hard as her eyes traversed my almost naked torso. It was my turn to be cocky. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.” She didn’t like that one bit, the furrow in her brow and pursed lips telling me as much. “What’s up?” Janelle sat behind her desk, a file open in front of her. Yet, except for those few papers strewn about, you couldn’t find any other sign of work. Not a goddamned receipt, invoice, or contract. Then why did she look so tired? I’d be more than happy to discover what ailed her and take care of her every need. Teach her the pleasure I could give. How relaxed I’d leave her after taking what so sweetly hid between her thighs. Taking in a deep breath, my girl squared her shoulders before standing up. Then, when she stood, I took in that she’d changed clothes. Gone was the sexy little number from before, the one that wrapped around her fucking beautiful body like a second skin and held a tiny bow across her hip. I wanted to bite that string, hold it tight between my teeth, and like a rabid dog destroy it. Now, she stood before me in something that could be a bit more dangerous for her—for the both of us. There she was; the picture of come-inducing innocence. Denim fucking overalls. These were not the standard Dickies brand work ones that came to mind. No. Fuck, no. Janelle didn’t do simple. These were shorts; indecent and showed more than what was acceptable for this line of work. If she’d bent over just a tiny bit, her ass would peek out. And my handprint would adorn the succulent flesh. I’d be fucked if she showed herself to anyone. My eyes traveled up her body, and she shivered at my unapologetic perusal. So much skin. Temptation. Damn woman knew what her coy bullshit did to me. “What the fuck are you wearing!” This wasn’t meant as a question; more like an angry demand for answers. Underneath her overalls she wore a simple white tube top. Tiny. Cropped. Barely covered her breasts. “Are you kidding me right now?” I’d attack her little ass. Who could blame me after all the cat and mouse games we played? “This old thing?” Batting her lashes, Janelle smiled at me. Baiting me into action. “Are you looking to get fucked? Because if that’s what you want—” “More like a ride.” Her naturally perky tits held up by what seemed to be Lycra, nothing more. No bra strap. Just a quick tug—a pull, and I’d be savoring her taste. Enjoying the heaviness and natural sweet aroma she exuded. “Janelle, walk away before I take what you aren’t ready to give.” I was vibrating; my hands clenched at my sides as a raging war battled within me. A man could only take so much. “Lord knows I’m trying here, but you keep pushing. Enough already…bend over, or let’s get out of here.” “Eyes up here, Yoshi,” she snapped, mock anger coloring her tone at my abrasive words. But the quick inhale of air she took while I walked closer didn’t escape my notice. Her hands shook slightly, as if she wanted to reach out and touch me. “And if I refuse?” Another step, her body trembling—just a slight uncontrollable shiver that she tried and failed to hide. “Please.” Fuck. That one word—her tone, and I was putty in her motherfucking hands. “Why should I?” Then, it wasn’t just her body that shook—shivered from anticipation. There wasn’t a single molecule of my DNA that didn’t want her. Felt her presence. Her damn hold on me. Tethered in a way I had no way to explain. “We can’t…just please.” Her voice was soft, breathy as she tried to put an invisible wall between us. She failed. “I love hearing you beg,” I admitted, and she didn’t disappoint. There it was. That spark. The fire I’d come to expect from her. “Plus, I’m enjoying this too much to stop.” “Fuck you.” Strike one. “And why should I beg? Men fall at my feet, Yoshi. I don’t bow down to anyone.” Janelle ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip and took her own step forward. Challenging me. Her reactions were making me dizzy. One minute telling me to stop. The next daring me to take her. That entire room sizzled with our intensity. Now, she was within my reach. So close. A mere two steps away. Pulling her supple body against mine would be so easy. And she knew this, was aware of my every breath—every twitch of my cock against the denim of my jeans. Evading me as my hand reached out for her, and I growled out my displeasure. “Answer me, Yoshi,” she taunted, while tapping that bottom lip I craved to taste. “Why should I beg?” Another groan left me at the sight. I wanted to grab her. Fuck her against that goddamned desk she was always bent over. Another step closer, and now we were almost touching. Her heat seared me. Instead of touching me, though, the sexy bitch decided to walk around me, all the while running a slim finger across my shoulder blades and chest. “Quit fucking with me,” I all but snarled at her, body seizing, ready to devour my prey. “I’m not into games, sweetheart…bend over or move.” Because that’s what this was. A game. Survival of the fittest. Motherfucking prey versus predator.

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5+++ HOT, INSTANTLY INTRIGED, MIND BLOWING READ
Joshua “JT” Timbers is strong, attractive alpha man. He has no problem getting any woman they throw themselves at him. His life has been rough raised by just his father after his mother his passed away. 
JT doesn’t fall in love; he however has a huge sexual appetite. He lands a new job with Walker Construction. Little did JT know that his life would change forever? On his first day he walks in to the job she was there.
JANELLE
Janelle Walker is beautiful inside and out. She is part owner of Walker Construction with her brother Tony. Janelle is has a strong; take no crap type of woman. When Joshua Timbers walks in looking for her brother and assuming she was the help she will give him the run for his money. She nicknames him “ Yoshi” and loves to get under his skin. However she cannot deny the attraction she has for him. She can also tell there is something underneath that cocky strong demeanor. 

Joshua is used to be in charge and his boss is not only attractive she is makes him think of a future. Will they be able to put there views aside, and find each other???

Elena M. Reyes novel titled Hell. Elena M. Reyes is an amazing writer. I have read all her novels to date. I love that her books are read from the male point of view. She has me up all night every time she writes a new one. Elena has a great skill of grabbing the reader and then connecting the reader to the characters. You just want them to make it. This author has amazed me with Hell. I loved the humor, the connection with JT and Janelle. The plot was on point; it made the sex scenes so much hotter. I was thoroughly pleased reading this book. I highly recommend this to readers. They can thank me in advance. I do want some more of JT and Janelle in the future.  

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

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Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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