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If you’ve already read Damaged Girls I, then these emotions should be familiar. The Damaged Girls Family & Relationship Series began with an introduction to the complex love triangle of Steven Briggs, Jillian McConnell and Jessica Rodney. In the second book of the series, Damaged Girls II, get pulled deeper into the trauma and gain valuable knowledge of why Jillian and Jessica might be such easy targets for a womanizer such as Stevie. Jillian has to come to terms with the crumbling idea of love that she desperately needed to find in Stevie. And Jessica is forced to grow up and away from the man she so badly wanted to keep forever. Stevie even realizes that he needs to get a grip on the drama he created years back; while his decisions and behaviors continue to spiral deeper into selfishness. Unfortunately, Stevie’s insatiable appetite has not diminished, only causing him to become less likeable.
Will the three ever learn? As life progresses, we must confront our past, move into our present and plan sensibly for our future. How will Stevie, Jillian and Jessica cope, when life just can’t seem to smile in favor of their original desires? Damaged Girls is not a romance novel outlined in love. It is not pleasant and idealistic, but very cruel and extremely unsavory. In fact, it is deep and rather dark at times. The story focuses on emotional, physical and sexual abuse, and how easily its effects can cause some to own the title of Damaged Girls. 

 
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“Did you think seducing me would change that?” A smirk reclined across his gorgeous bronze face. “You are even more naïve than I thought.”He mocked her. Not only did she hear this, but she saw it. Her entire naked body turned crimson red from shame. She temporarily buried her head in the midst of several puffy golden pillows.

“Don’t get upset. You got what you wanted, didn’t you?” His mode was blatant and pompous. “I know I did. Thanks, Jessie.” He tapped her backside. She flipped over and lunged at him. Stevie was not surprised, so he was well prepared to fend her off with a sidestep. She crashed onto the carpeted floor with a light thump. Yet he stood over her, then reached down to offer a hand.

Dignity and false pride would not allow her to take it. She made it on her own. Jessica still had fight in her as she forced her strength. “I still own you.” The words were loud, as if volume proved their truth. Stevie’s only response was to walk towards the closet. She ran behind to pound on his back.

Upon hearing the footsteps, he spun around and captured her neck. “Didn’t you already get enough of me? Didn’t you?” Flames of hatred, and desire, reflected from his dangerous eyes. As he led her to the bed in a tight single-armed grip, he was the devil in disguise. “Leave me alone, Jessica.” He was calm, very calm. She saw this and seized on what little deceptive defense she had. Underneath his chokehold, and within her pipes, she gathered what little saliva she could and took part in a nasty trifling game. Though little shot into his face, the meaning sank in. Stevie let her go, and he stood before her, staring straight ahead.

Rather than run, hide, or cower, Jessica stood brave and tall. She took over his role and now mocked him. “You are nothing!” The words meant nothing to Jessica, but they were her only weapons at the moment. “You’re a piece of gar-bage.” The nastiness reappeared as she spat into his face. This time the liquid was potent and filled with the grime of a full day’s starvation. Satisfaction stood at the center of her skin. Her nipples stood erect—she was all too pleased with herself as she peppered him further. “Nothing!”

Jessica was fearless, and she did not expect Stevie’s next move. From far in the past, reaching through years of Spanish, Amerindian and African ancestors, Stevie called up his heritage. He reached into the heart of who he was, from his past, and presented the strength of every fight his nations had ever endured. Stevie not only slapped Jessica clear into the wall, he also placed the box of a lifetime on the right side of her beautiful face.

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Book Sale March 8th-14th: “Legally Undead” by Margo Bond Collins

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A reluctant vampire hunter, stalking New York City as only a scorned bride can.

Elle Dupree has her life all figured out: first a wedding, then her Ph.D., then swank faculty parties where she’ll serve wine and cheese and introduce people to her husband the lawyer.

But those plans disintegrate when she walks in on a vampire draining the blood from her fiancé Greg. Horrified, she screams and runs–not away from the vampire, but toward it, brandishing a wooden letter opener.

As she slams the improvised stake into the vampire’s heart, a team of black-clad men bursts into the apartment. Turning around to face them, Elle discovers that Greg’s body is gone—and her perfect life falls apart.

Legally Undead, by Margo Bond Collins, World Weaver Press
A Top-10 Preditors and Editors Readers’ Poll Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Novel
Legally Undead - #10 Science Fiction and Fantasy
Excerpt
The worst thing about vampires is
that they’re dead. That whole wanting to suck your blood business runs a close
second, but for sheer creepiness, it’s the dead bit that gets me every time.
They’re up and walking around and talking and sucking blood, but they’re dead.
And then there’s the whole terminology problem–how can you kill something
that’s already dead? It’s just wrong.
I was twenty-four the first time I .
. . destroyed? dispatched? . . . a vampire. That’s when I found out that all
the books and movies are wrong. When you stick a wooden stake into their
hearts, vampires don’t disintegrate into dust. They don’t explode. They don’t
spew blood everywhere. They just look surprised, groan, and collapse into a
pile of corpse. But at least they lie still then, like corpses are supposed to.
Since that first kill (I might as
well use the word–there really isn’t a better one), I’ve discovered that only
if you’re lucky do vampires look surprised before they groan and fall down. If
you’re unlucky and miss the heart, they look angry. And then they fight.
There are the other usual ways to
kill vampires, of course, but these other ways can get a bit complicated.
Vampires are notoriously difficult to trick into sunlight. They have an uncanny
ability to sense when there’s any sunlight within miles of them, and they’re
awfully good at hiding from it. Holy water doesn’t kill them; it just distracts
them for a while, and then they get that angry look again. And it takes a
pretty big blade to cut off someone’s head–even an already dead someone–and
carrying a great big knife around New York City, even the Bronx, is a sure way
to get arrested. Nope, pointy sticks are the best way to go, all the way
around.
My own pointy stick is actually more
of a little knife with wood inlay on the blade–the metal makes it slide in
easier. I had the knife specially made by an old Italian guy in just about the
only ratty part of Westchester, north of the city. I tried to order one off the
internet, but it turns out that while it’s easy to find wood-inlay handles, the
blades themselves tend to be metal. Fat lot those people know.
But I wasn’t thinking any of this
when I pulled the knife out of the body on the ground. I was thinking something
more along the lines of “Oh, bloody hell. Not again.”
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About the Author

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Margo Bond Collins is the author of urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She has published a number of novels, including Sanguinary, Taming the Country Star, Legally Undead, Waking Up Dead, and Fairy, Texas. She lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them.

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Now available for preorder – Jezebel Jones: A Love Story

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Publisher: Cultural Cocktails

Cover Design: Dominic McDonald

Release date: 11th February 2015

Price: $0.99

Pre-Order Buy Link: Amazon

Genre: Romance, Multicultural/Interracial

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Anyone can say they’re completely fulfilled with life. They can say all the right words and even behave as if not a darn thing is wrong even when their insides are hollowed out. And eventually they’ll search, dig, pry and perhaps bargain for a chance at satisfaction. If I can’t be satisfied, then I guess I’ll settle for what I can get.
Right?
Maybe?

~Jezebel Jones~

Jezebel Jones and Jason Marks have been the rock in each other’s lives for years. No one knows Jezebel as well as Jason, and vice versa. As Jezebel comes to terms with being alone, she decides to settle for her ever-faithful friend. Although she has never loved him romantically, Jezebel wants to make a try for a real relationship with her friend. This isn’t a natural thing, just something she is reasoning through. She can’t help but wonder if their friendship will be able to withstand the changes.

And just when Jezebel least expects to be swept away be anyone, she meets Aidan Broder. He stimulates her mind, body and soul. Even as Jezebel gets closer to him, she’s still afraid to dive in and finds herself in the middle of two men. In the end, Jezebel will have to make a choice between a man that has always loved her and a man that wants to love her.

Author’s Note:

I’ve never been one to believe in love at first sight. As I’ve grown older and become engaged in life, I find myself seeking this happily ever after that so many people talk about. In many ways, I was once Jezebel – unsure of what the future would hold and still hoping for something, anything that would allow me to believe. Though many of us don’t know what that something might be, we do know that we want more. Jezebel Jones is about letting go in order to truly love.

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“Forgive me if I come across as a skeptic. I’ve never been wowed or swept off my feet.”
“Don’t you believe in love at first sight,” he was still in possession of her fingers and had been kissing them in between words. When he finally pulled away, she felt like something was suddenly missing.
“Love at first sight is a pleasing theory.” Jezebel thought through her answer. She was afraid to admit that she hoped in love at first sight, or love at all.
What if she decided to hope and got her heart broken?
What if the belief tricked her, and even came out of her mouth?
What if she started to lose control over such erratic emotions and lost the fight?
What if this love turned into heartbreak?
These questions plagued her mind. Her heart sped up. A single teardrop rolled down her cheek before she could stop it.
Aidan noticed. He wasted no time in wiping it away.
“Don’t be afraid to give it a try,” he encouraged.
“You have all the best slogans. In fact, you’re always quick to encourage me. But obviously you’d be the one to benefit.”
Their drinks and appetizers saved her. She knew that his response would be clever and thoughtful. And maybe even force her to admit that, for a man she’d just met, Jezebel was already smitten.

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FREE BOOK ALERT – January 15th – 17th

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Be sure to download your free copy of Damaged Girls I & get lost in the drama! Free download is available through Amazon.

About the Book

Be warned… Romance is not at the heart of Damaged Girls. This series revolves around contemporary issues in families and relationships.

Steven Briggs is thirty-five, gorgeous and partially successful as an auto shop owner-wannabe. He loves women – young women to be exact. Moreover, he is not above manipulating any situation to have the women he wants. Independent twenty year old Jillian McConnell was once lucky to be a part of his world. Since Stevie was the only man to ever shatter her rough exterior, he knows that she would always keep coming back for more. But Jillian is only good enough some of the time. When the sensual Jessica Rodney comes of age, Stevie is enthralled. He shuns the older part time model, for the time being. But is Jessica’s liveliness enough to sustain Stevie? Or will he keep turning back to the sensible relationship of his past, since he can always make Jillian believe that she should readily be a willing participant in this triangle. Damaged Girls is a complicated novel about the choices and outcomes, associated with the mistakes we make over time.

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Sadie still battled with ghastly memories of shame. These were constantly locked away but, when given the opportunity, their reign confounded her world. At times, her life was insufferable. But she did not want to make this about herself.

Sadie reasoned, “Baby, I can’t say that your father’s worry is baseless.” She paused to reflect. Jessica made an attempt to cut her off. Sadie scowled. “I’m nervous and unsure of what this man could possibly want with you. However . . . however, I also know you’re strong-headed. I even know that you’re not caving on this fight. Neither is your father.”

“But I’m old enough to make this decision.”

“We’re still responsible for you.”

Tears began to flow once more, by both women. Still, neither could muster up the courage to despise the other for her view or opposition. And although each motive was clear, this was a fight that Sadie and Jessica did not want to endure alone.

Trusting in the only insult capable of weakening her ally further, Jessica hammered once more: “You know I’m not above walking away, Sadie. When I’m finished with school, I’ll leave. Then you won’t have me in your life again. It’ll just be you and Roddy.”

She allowed the threat to fester. Sadie could never do without her—this she knew. And though the pitiless girl was laying the path for greater heartache, she cuddled her mother all the same.

Sadie sobbed.

Jessica reluctantly joined in.

Mother and daughter wept for more than fifteen minutes. Once the barrels were drained, Sadie finally spoke up, but this time for a different cause. “Don’t leave me, baby.”

“Then don’t ask me to give up on the only man that I have or will ever love.”

“You don’t know that, my child.”

“Did you know it when you fell for Roddy? Did you know he was the only man you would ever love?”

“Always have.” True to her every being, her response held conviction as the sobbing returned.

“Ma, I’ve never asked you for more than I deserved. You know that. I deserve Stevie. Your husband doesn’t deserve you. Your husband is irrational and selfish. I love Roddy because he’s my father, but I hate him for the disgrace he’s brought on you. Let me be your strength. Stand with me, Ma. Let’s make sure he never ruins my life.”

The elderly woman caught her child just as she was ready to crumble. Jessica collapsed in intense cries and allowed her mother to recapture her role once more.

Mixed emotions surged between the two. They did not want to fight. Jessica wanted what she wanted, while Sadie wanted the happiness that life should have always given her. She prayed for more than milk and honey, more than riches untold—in fact, she needed to feel treasured.

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Book Release: Micco, Angunta’s Reign by Dormaine G

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Micco, Anguta’s Reign

Now available for only $0.99 on AMAZON!

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Synopsis

Revelation can be a disheartening truth

      Micco, a captivating Native American man with a desirable physique and statuesque features, radiates a mysterious allure. Living on the reservation with his unapproachable father, he doesn’t believe in the old ways and works as a cop in the local town. The only reason he lives on the land is Nara, his childhood friend and the love of his life, who is married to a cruel reservation man.

Waking up in the heart of a murderous scene, he flees for his life, unfamiliar with his surroundings or how he arrived there. To his horror, he’s assigned to the case. As he works with the local detective, more murders transpire with unusual, terrifying sightings of wolves.

His behavior starts to drastically change, forcing others to take notice. Although trying to avoid the inevitable, Micco is forced to accept the undesirable truth, unable to fight what has been awakened, and all that he has forgotten is finally revealed.

 

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     After taking notes, he walked into another room, a bedroom, to catch his breath and inhale cleaner air. Not that it was much better. There were bloodstains on the floor and across the bed. By now the odor clung to his nostrils but at least there were no flies in here.

He looked around for something, anything that gave a hint that he was here last night. He checked in the closet and took in the bloody sheets. As he bent down to check under the bed, he heard a peculiar sound. He stood up to get a better idea of what it was. It was a scratching noise of some kind coming from inside the room. It sounded familiar but he didn’t know from where or why it was recognizable. Peering around, he couldn’t find the source in any direction.

Without warning, a blinding, flashing memory of screaming, running and piercing noise took hold of him. He grabbed his head, squeezing it, trying to stop the distorted thoughts. His eyes were blinking uncontrollably. A sharp twinge ran up his back. It was so excruciating that his muscles contracted, contorting with a loss of control. He tried to remain silent, though to no avail. It felt like someone was cutting him open from the back.

Just as suddenly as it began, it stopped.

Micco found himself on the floor, shirt drenched with perspiration, panting like his heart was about to jump out from his chest.

    Holy shit, what was that?

He stayed there on the cold hardwood floor for a minute, gathering his breath and thoughts. He’d never experienced anything like that before. The full memories were gone but he did recall the screaming.

     A memory from last nightPlease don’t make me have to go through that pain every time I remember something.

Rolling over to get up, he saw a shirt tucked in the corner. It looked familiar; it was his own…

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Author Dormaine G

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I may be a nurse by profession but an author by heart. I have been writing stories for many years, both in my head and on paper because I’ve always had a love for books ever since spending Saturdays at the library as a young child. Within a book, the mind can travel to worlds of the imagination and the beyond.

I finally took the plunge and published my first novel last year, a young adult urban fantasy titled Connor and two adult horror short stories tit led Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess and Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess: Soulless . Micco, Anguta’s Reign, a psychological thriller, was released November 3rd 2014. They are just the beginning of many more books to come as I stay locked up in my office in Colorado spinning more tales.

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Sunday Reading with “Loving Nate” by Janice Ross

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The Storyline of Loving Nate

Loving Nate is a story about a young woman who falls in love when she should’ve been standing in love. I open up this tale with an acknowledgement/dedication to someone named “Superman”. A bit of advice that I received from this man was to never fall in love – stand in love. Over the years, I’ve considered this lesson of sorts, even thinking back to when I was in a similar situation like Leah.

Leah meets the perfect man, when she literally runs into Nate. She is swept away and is beyond help. Sadly, Nate knows that Leah is weak for him. He takes advantage of his effect on her, as she allows him to drift in and out of her life. Nate is the type of man that knows how to carry himself with a confidence level of perfection. He is totally irresistible! Leah is easily led.

My personal experience was not as shameful as Leah; however, I’ve known a version of Nate. Like Leah, I marveled at how impressive his charms were and lusted for his excellence. Where my experiences part ways with Leah is that I eventually pulled away when I realized that this man might have a hidden life. I paid attention to the red flags, putting an end to a situation that was sure to rip out my soul.

I always wondered what would’ve happened if I had remained in Leah’s situation. Therefore, Leah’s journey is a hypothetical journey. I also considered something that many women might contemplate – what ifs. After taking Leah on a roller coaster romance, I offer an alternative ending for reflection sakes – walk away or fight for love. After you’ve given your all to a relationship, do you ever consider the pros and cons of leaving, especially if total heartbreak seems inevitable? That is at the heart of Loving Nate.

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Loving Nate is Leah’s story of falling in love with Mr. Perfect. Leah falls fast and hard, losing all sense of reasoning. Love can do that to a gal, especially when the guy is as smooth as Nathan Moore. Loving Nate is about Leah’s journey of falling in love, when she should have been standing in love.

 Author’s Note

I’ve decided to provide two very different endings to this novella. Have you ever made a decision and wondered whether or not it was the right choice? Or perhaps you made the right choice because you knew that the alternative would’ve been disastrous? This is my gift to readers. Regardless of Leah’s final choice, I wanted readers to be able to reflect on the possibilities.

*****

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I was the one waiting around, hoping that this time Nate wouldn’t leave. I spent so many hours staring at him, while he slept. Wondering if tomorrow would be the day he’d disappear, once again. Crying and desperately wanting Nate to stick around forever.

When you love someone, there’s no switch that can be turned off and on. The fire doesn’t disintegrate and ignite so easily. Nate is capable of this, but I’m not. Chloe still warns me—calls me a fool, tells me that I’m an idiot to stick around. Nate gave me one small dosage and I became addicted. Now I just don’t know how to walk away. But I do know that I have to. And even if I am able to leave, I can’t imagine that it’s humanly possible to ever stop loving Nate.

This time, I’m going to make the effort. I don’t know that I’ll be able to stay away or avoid him if he does try to track me down. As easy as it might be, maybe this will give him the initiative to leave me too. Losing him and leaving him go hand in hand. After all, this is the man that I’ve loved. My devotion to him has been unconditional.

I think he senses what I’m preparing to do. His hands are squeezing my sides, reaching behind my back, staking claim. But I know that if I don’t leave now, there’s a real possibility that I’ll be alone again. Isn’t it better to be alone by choice, than alone and rejected?

Eventually I’m hoping to sneak out of the bed, move out of his grip. God, it hurts. If my tears could only wash away the shame I feel when he disappears, maybe it would be easier to cope. But they only remind me that I miss him, need him, crave him . . . And he’s squeezing tighter, pressing against my nakedness. Is he gonna start this again? I can’t let him feel the moisture on my cheeks. Oh my gosh, it’s dripping down his arms.

The clock is blinking. I have less than thirty minutes before his alarm goes off. I wanna be out of his apartment within the next fifteen minutes, out of his life, and out of his control. And, as I strain to flex my back, without calling attention to my escape, I cringe.

There should be more difficult choices in life. I’ve been able to conquer mountains, pound down adversity, extinguish flames, and say no when everyone else says yes. When it comes to Nathan Moore, however, I’m spineless.

*****

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My Review: “Drumbeats” by Julia Ibbotson

 

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Published July 2014

Drumbeats: can you ever escape your past?

Drumbeats is the first novel in a trilogy and follows 18 year old English student Jess through her gap year in West Africa. It’s a rite of passage novel set in the mid-1960s when Jess flees her stifling home background for freedom to become a volunteer teacher and nurse in the Ghanaian bush. Apprehensively, she leaves her first real romantic love behind in the UK, but will she be able to sustain the bond while she is away? With the idealism of youth, she hopes to find out who she really is and do some good in the world, but little does she realize what, in reality, she will find that year: joys, horrors, and tragedy. She must find her way on her own and learn what fate has in store for her, as she becomes embroiled in the poverty and turmoil of a small war-torn African nation under a controversial dictatorship. Jess must face the dangers of both civil war and unexpected romance. Can she escape her past? And why do the drumbeats haunt her dreams?

Drumbeats Trilogy:

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Can you ever escape your past?

Walking in the Rain

How do you cope when your worst nightmare comes true?

Before I Die

Can Jess’s bucket list bring resolution to her life?

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My Review

Drumbeats is about confronting challenges and looking beyond what we now. I enjoyed the cultural highlights, as well as the very deeper nature of this work. Julia Ibbotson clearly has an impressive amount of knowledge about this area, as it drives her writing. Drumbeats focuses on a young adult that seeks to venture out for a year. Her eyes are set on Ghana, and so begins her journey.

It’s a rewarding experience to be able to not only know about certain aspects of living but, most importantly, be a part of what we seek. Jess’ story is one of coming of age, interacting beyond our norms and processing life. I can truly appreciate Jess, as a determined youngster. Her family dynamics could’ve very well hindered how she approached this experience or whether she would’ve even pursued the challenges of humanitarian work. The only qualm that I would add is the author’s style of leading readers through details, by way of telling. With this exception, I would still recommend Drumbeats to readers that could enjoy a thought-provoking story.

*****

 

Excerpt

August 1965, Ghana

 

It was hotter than Jess had ever imagined in her eighteen years. Flying in from the UK bound for Accra, she had left the late August skies of the dull wet dreariness of an English summer. But as she stepped off the Ghana Airways VC10, she felt the heavy all-encompassing heat which shocked her system. Although it was only six o’clock in the evening, it was already dark and close.

The flight from London Heathrow had been a long and tiresome six hours and she had felt drained as she pulled down her cabin bag from the overhead and shuffled along the aisle behind the other travellers, nodding and swaying to the strains of the Beatles’ “Ticket to Ride” on the VC10’s tannoy system. Her mother would have a fit: her Rulebook said no pop music; it’s the work of the devil, and no dancing: Jessamy, anyone would think you were a slut. So in the holidays, when she was home from boarding school, she’d listened to Pick of the Pops furtively in her bedroom, ear pressed to the radio.

Now, as she climbed down the steps in the heat-stifling darkness to take her first stride on African soil, she was recharged with excitement.

She was aware of the male flight attendant standing at the foot of the aircraft’s steps, watching her with undisguised admiration as she climbed down. She navigated the steps as gracefully as she could in her tan wedge-heeled sandals. In the heat, she was glad that she had thought to scoop up her auburn-gold hair loosely into a ponytail. She let go of the rail with her left hand for a moment to smooth her pale pink cotton mini dress over her slim figure. At least she wasn’t irritable and demanding like the other passengers who pushed behind her as if they were in a great hurry.

The flight attendant watched her all the way down the steps and then wiped his palm on his trousers, and held it out courteously to steady her from the last step. She took it in her own cool soft hand for a brief moment.

“Thank you so much, John. Bye now,” she smiled as she passed him and headed for the small wooden shack that served as an airport building.

“No problem, miss. Welcome to Ghana.”

“How did you know his name?” hissed Sandra, from behind her. Jess turned. She noticed that John did not take Sandra’s hand. His eyes and grin were still focussed on her.

“It’s on his name label,” whispered Jess. They walked together across to the arrivals building. “OK?”

“OK. Long flight. Tired,” answered Sandra curtly. She had been unusually quiet during the flight and, it seemed, almost close to tears on occasion. Jess put her free hand on Sandra’s arm.

“It’ll be fine. Honestly. I know you’re missing Colin.” In the short time Jess had with Sandra after they were teamed up to travel to the same school in Ghana for their gap years, she had learned all about the chap Sandra was leaving behind for a year. Sandra showed her a photograph. Oh dear, he looked a lot like Maurie. Not fanciable. AT. ALL! She herself had said little about her own personal life, and the guy she had left behind. She wanted to keep him to herself. Her first real grown-up relationship. Simon. His name still tasted so new on her lips and in her head. Had she done the right thing in dutifully fulfilling the contract to come out here, even though they had only just got together? Would he wait for her? They were an item, weren’t they? She frowned and bit her lip.

 

About the Author

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Julia Ibbotson lives in a renovated Victorian rectory in the English countryside with her husband (four children, now grown up, having fled the nest), along with lots of apple trees, a kitchen garden and far too many moles. She is an author and academic, and loves choral singing, walking, swimming, gardening and cooking (not necessarily at the same time). She started writing as soon as she could hold a pencil in her tiny fist and has not stopped since, much to the bemusement of her long-suffering husband who brings her endless cups of coffee and sometimes even makes the dinner when she is distracted and frowning at her laptop.

She wrote her first novel when she was 10 years old, sadly never published and long since consigned to the manuscript graveyard. She loves writing novels with a strong sense of time and place and that is the basis of her latest, Drumbeats, the first of a trilogy which follows Jess through the trials and tribulations of her life. It starts with Jess on her gap year in Ghana in the 1960s.

She has also written the story of the restoration of her rectory in The Old Rectory: Escape to a Country Kitchen, which also interweaves recipes from her farmhouse kitchen and which has won a number of international awards.

Recently she found an old manuscript gathering dust in her drawer, one she had originally scribbled when she was still at school, many years ago. It was a children’s story about a boy who slips through a tear in the fabric of the universe to find himself in a fantasy medieval world. She is currently blowing off the dust and redrafting it for her publishers to let it loose on the world in the autumn. It’s called S.C.A.R.S.

She loves to hear from readers (it’s a pleasant distraction from her steaming keyboard), so do get in touch via the links.

Author Links

Author page on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Julia-Ibbotson/e/B0095XG11U/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1377188346&sr=1-2-ent

Author email:

juliaibbotson@btinternet.com

Author facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Julia-Ibbotson-author/163085897119236

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/JuliaIbbotson

Author website:

http://www.juliaibbotsonauthor.com

Pinterest page:

http://pinterest.com/juliai1/

Goodreads author page:

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6017965.Julia_Ibbotson

Book Trailer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OYlEXhHvsc&list=UUP3hKZjeUBuTMoyvZmBXbow

 

Introducing Gavin Brooks from Perri Forrest’s “Special Delivery”

Special Delivery

 

(Today’s special feature is recommended to readers over the age of 18.)

My Review

I can’t stress how much I thoroughly enjoyed “Special Delivery“! To start with, the storyline looped me in. I got caught up and lost in this scandalous man’s life. Gavin plays hardball. He’s unforgiving and unapologetic. He knows how to take advantage of opportunities, while being able to manipulate the less than favorable curveballs. The storyline was so unexpected, I found myself sending messages to the author as the plot unfolded. And the entire time, I couldn’t help but talk about Gavin to any and everyone that would listen. Gavin, Gavin, Gavin…

I can’t wait to see how the drama unfolds, especially after reading the excerpt from Book 2. I was literally salivating over the writing and situations in his life. And speaking of the writing…I enjoy reading Perri Forrest’s stories! She has a clear grasp on storytelling with cause and effect. Thoroughly enjoyed Gavin’s tale and looking forward to stalking him into the next book, and beyond. Highly recommended for anyone that enjoys drama. As a matter of fact, a must read – period!

Special Delivery” is not the first of Ms. Forrest’s work that I’ve read, but I have to admit that I simply can’t decide on my favorite. What I will admit is that I get totally lost in her bold writing, no matter the story. Today, we’ll be getting to know the main character from her latest release, Gavin Brooks. 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

 

Introducing Gavin Brooks

Contrary to popular belief, being a player is hard work. There is a lot of attention to detail that goes into it. Especially if you care about maintaining a stable team. Let me place just a small bit of emphasis on something; when I say “stable team,” I mean one that has substance. It doesn’t count if that’s lacking. Like, for real. Does not count.

I’m not like most men. The women that I entertain in my space have to have something going for them that will hold my attention. See, I have a little something called ADD. Now there’s not a man alive who doesn’t enjoy a beautiful woman. I’m no different. However, as crazy as it may sound, looks only keep me entertained for seconds…maybe minutes…that’s figuratively speaking, by the way. The fact of the matter is, I need the conversation to be stimulating, I need for her to not be so easy to catch, and I need her to know how to hold my attention if she is lucky enough to catch me. In short, I desire quality, and sadly, in my history of dating women, it can’t be found in just one. And so I roam.

Sure, I did settle down and put a ring on it for a particular woman, but things went south really quickly with her. Let’s just say that all that glitters is not gold. Cliché, right? I know. But it’s the truth and probably the best matrix anyone could have come up with. There does exist a love there, but it’s not the “in love” kind of love. As a matter of fact, and for the sake of time, let’s just call it complicated for now.

I’ve been living my life all this time by the rule, ‘Master the pussy, you master the women,’ and believe it or not, it holds true. I’ve seen it in living color. For some reason, women are really driven by penis – skilled penis, even more so. Go figure. They say there’s a power in the pussy, but fellas we hold way more power than some of us even know – once we get past the belief that simple penetration makes you the man! How mistaken you are. For every one of you misled creatures, there’s Gavin Brooks. And for every one of you who has failed at pleasing your woman, again…there’s Gavin Brooks. Ha!

Buuuttt there comes a time (and I never thought it would be me) where every man wants to retire his player card. Whew! I had to deep sigh on that one. That’s a lot of pussy to give up. But it happened, and her name is Christina. She came out of nowhere and now I can’t shake the thought of her. I threw all caution to the wind recently and stayed the night…well, not the whole night…but most of it…making love to her, looking into her eyes, and subsequently fell deeper and deeper into the spell that is her. She’s got me mesmerized and now I’m in so deep I don’t know how to get out – or even if I want to get out.

There’s a twist though. I’m still a married man, and Christina doesn’t know that. Shit is really about to hit the fan when I get home because I managed not too long ago to convince my suspecting wife that I wasn’t cheating on her, but then I go and stay out way beyond my work hours. Can’t use that one. Divorce will probably be looming, and she’s gonna shoot for the waist, but then where will that leave me? Because I’m sure when it comes time for me to tell Christina she won’t take the news so well and she’ll probably never speak to me again.

I’m in a dilemma. What do you think I should do?

*****

Perri Forrest’s books are available through Amazon.

 

Jumping Ship (Island Hopping Series)

 Jumping Ship CreateSpace

 

Jumping Ship

 

Book Description

 

The year was nineteen seventy-five. Barren couple, Pearl and Edward Riley stumbled upon a newborn baby girl. Her cries could only be heard by a true mother, which Pearl immediately became. Bundled up with their new child, they discovered a parcel of artifacts and a scribbled note that read: Sakkara. Pregnant seamstress, Petrina Dugal, became a runaway at the age of twenty-six. She ran away from a brutish husband, Roger, and a well-loved South American home in Georgetown, Guyana; at the heart of her rebellion – an enigmatic lover named Michael Chen. Pet and Mikey, as they became affectionately known, allowed love to blossom in front of her police officer husband and an intrusive community. Were they not aware of the dangers? Or did the pursuit of love trump obligations?

 

Sakkara Riley grew up with two loving parents – adoptive parents to be exact. She never knew the circumstances surrounding her discovery, until the age of sixteen. She embarks on a journey.

 

Jumping Ship is an introductory novella to the Island Hopping Series. There are 7 planned books – representing each of the islands that Sakkara will visit along the way.

*****

 Excerpt

 

The couple made necessary strides to not be too obvious in their conspiring. So, rather than take the most logical passage, a straight shot stroll became a sendoff march amongst the community. Mikey led the way, while Pet appeared to tag along from a mere three to four feet behind him. Her mind wandered on every possible issue. Luckily, the rainy season came twice for the year – around May to June/July and November/December to January. Their escape could’ve been wet and miserable.

At one point, they drifted towards the Seawalls, and she became elated at the opportunity to bask in the last bit of breeze she was to experience from its waters. She would never again enjoy flying kites along the path, nor taking a lonely Sunday afternoon stroll with murmurs and wafts. Their migration was a reminder that this would no longer be the case. In a daydream state, she took in the dry aroma of sand and seashells. The wind tousled at hair beneath the makeshift bonnet. Her eyelids dipped as a natural reaction to the Atlantic’s enticement. Pet’s senses guided her towards the path that Mikey was setting before her. His steps were urgent, yet steady; even his khaki’s swish-swoosh rubbing became a romantic melody. Her hips commenced twining in accord, while future-realities shattered her present circumstance. The delicate creature was spellbound.

When Mikey’s cool dodge to the right went unseen, within seconds Pet rammed into an oncoming fellow side-walker. All she was able to fully comprehend was the shimmery, jet-black combat boots – the very type that decorated her husband’s feet. The sharp edges of dark-colored pant bottoms swayed slightly against the stranger’s slender legs – a memento to Roger. She feared facing the ultimate tormentor. Her head remained low, while her hand unconsciously sought the entrance to the dark, silk wrap. Pet’s precious life and a delicate throat were in jeopardy. Tears rolled down her cheeks and cooled almost immediately. The breeze increased. A set of deep, honeycomb fingers attempted to pull away her facial shading.

Suddenly an arm gripped her waist and redirected her up Lamaha Street, and away from exposure.

 

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 Available for only $1.29!!!

Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXYR2j7i2Ds