After watching her mother suffer in silence her entire life, Emma Malone has vowed that she won’t make the same mistakes. However, living on a military installation makes avoiding soldiers next to impossible. So when Cole Baker walks into her life and plants his feet firmly inside of it, her whole world gets turned upside down and his smile blows her plans out the window!
Sparks fly and romance ignites during a summer filled with love and acceptance, but Cole has a secret that could destroy the entire foundation of their trust and remind Emma why she took her vow in the first place.
Follow both Emma and Cole along with a few of their friends on a journey of love, friendship, forgiveness, and goodbyes in a time of war and a situation beyond anyone’s control.
Krystal George is an Independent Author of both Young and New Adult fiction. While most of her books have a paranormal or supernatural element, a few are planted firmly in reality. She has a passion for youth literature and believes that magic exists even in the most mundane places. Krystal lives in Colorado with her four beautiful children and her amazing husband where she daydreams of the worlds she writes about and the characters she loves. By day she works with youth in her community with a non-profit organization that helps students develop various life skills. Keep a look out for the final book in The Enchanted Island Series and a few other gems that she’s been hiding up her sleeves, coming later this year!
This book is a sacred (no bullshit) challenge to liberate your creative spirit. Interviews, meditations, deep thoughts, brazen dares, fierce love, and a full arsenal of tools for you to own your power and potency as a creative, this book is me opening my heart stripped down raw and real with one sole purpose:
to remind you that if the dream is IN you, then it is meant to come out.
You can change the world—one word, one page, one stage, one brush stroke—at a time.
You just need to be brave enough to believe it.
Disclaimer: If you don't like expletives, don't read this book. If you don't like sass, soul, strategy and occasional silliness, don't read this book. If you are unwilling to get uncomfortable in order to pursue your dreams, don't read this book. If you are determined to play small and smother your creative fire, then don't read this book. None of the above? Then read on, but rest up now. Because after reading, you'll be so overwhelmed with purpose, intention and your own raging desire to CREATE, that there will be many a sleepless night.
It is time to get ready to incite your creative revolution.
Be brave. Unleash your soul on the world. We are waiting for you to blaze.
Rocky is a bestselling novelist and the author of the forthcoming nonfiction book, The Audacity of Creation. She pulls on her writing and publishing experience as well as extensive behavioral therapy background to create a experiences that not only allow a women to finish their manuscripts, but also support them in their journey so that by the end they are confident authors ready to be seen and celebrated as a thought leader. The same framework of mindset, strategy, healing, and expression is the same for any creative struggling to bring their art to the world. She supports her community through her free Facebook community (The Bleed Ink Tribe -- facebook.com/groups/TheBleedInkTribe), and through international workshops and retreats.
I don't care who you are or what you do, but if you can't genuinely and wholly express your truth, then you are only tapping into a sliver of your power. I don't want to see that. That mere sliver when you could challenge the full moon's radiance with your gifts and your light.
I want you to dig in deeper, find your words, feel into your soul, unleash the fullness of you. When you do, we will feel it. It will rock us. We will be stunned into silence. We will erupt with cheering. Because a person who is FULLY and TRULY expressed, is a person that could change the world with nothing but their heart, mind, and words. And when YOU own that power, you whisper in our ear (without even knowing it) that we are capable of doing the same. EXPRESS your truth. The world is waiting.
Nathan Cross is living his dream. Not only is he modeling for Knight Fashion Magazine, recently voted “sexiest man alive,” but he is dating a beautiful photographer who could be his new future. When he unexpectedly reunites with his past love, his world crashes around him. Two loves. The past or the future: which one will he choose?
Olivia’s past choices come back to haunt her and could ruin everything she has worked so hard to build. Troy has the power to destroy any hope of happiness. She will do everything to keep that from happening, even if it means giving up her second chance with Nathan. Lies. Revenge. Scandal. Olivia could lose it all.
International Bestselling, Award-Winning Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
Love can heal and love can make you soar, but Nate’s expression said my love had broken him. The thought of Nate not knowing how much I wanted him back shattered me. As his eyes filled with utter confusion, he waited for me to continue.
“Then why didn’t you ask me?” Nate scowled. “What changed your mind? Or should I say who changed your mind?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he gripped his hair with his fists and walked away.
“It isn’t what you think.” I searched for the best words to explain.
I might have screwed up finding the right words. It was hard to concentrate with him standing there shirtless, water dripping slowly down his chest from his wet hair. God, he looked sexy as hell. He had no idea what he was doing to me. I wanted to lick every single drop. In my mind, my hands traveled all over his toned chest, wiping away the water like I was his towel.
Nate glared at me, unbelieving, as if he expected me to lie. Then he rushed to me and punched the wall with an expression of rage I’d never seen. His body so close to mine, almost touching, caused my focus to slip away.
“Don’t fuck with me, Olie,” he gritted through his teeth. “It isn’t what I think? I wasn’t given the chance to think.” He pointed to himself. “There wasn’t much to think when I saw Troy practically on top of you.”
I had known that moment would cause me problems. Nate’s expression eased when I began to tremble. His anger and how he’d reacted seemed to surprise him, too. I found my composure again and continued before he had another episode that was so out of character. There was no going back.
“I couldn’t tell you because of Troy. Not because I wanted to be with him, but because I was scared of him.”
“What?” His eyebrows pinched at the center, and his pitch rose again. “What do you mean you were afraid of him? Did he threaten you? Did he hurt you?”
When I nodded through unrelenting tears, Nate guided me to the bed with his hand on my back. I wiped my cheeks and sat next to him. His proximity drove me insane, especially when my hand accidently grazed his chest.
“Tell me everything.” he said softly, but it was more of a demand. I could tell his anger had turned toward Troy and away from me.
Synopsis: The girl
next door is all grown up, and she’s ready to play….
Brianna Miller’s life isn’t going as planned. She’s
moonlighting as a cocktail waitress after getting laid off from her marketing
job, her older brother was injured in Afghanistan, and the man she’s pined for
since she was a teenager is back in her life, hotter than hell and more
tempting than ever.
Navy SEAL Matthew “Gator” Murphy has only one goal when he
returns to Pensacola, Florida for a long weekend—to welcome his best friend
home and then get the hell out of there. There’s no way he can face life with
his buddy in a wheelchair, not when he was the one who convinced him to enlist
in the first place.
When a gorgeous blonde waitress catches his eye, the last
woman he expects to see is Brianna, his best friend’s younger sister. The chemistry
between them sizzles as Matthew tries to stay away from temptation, but
sometimes a raging inferno begins with only a spark.
The SEAL Next Door, a stand-alone novel, is book five in the
new Alpha SEALs series.
Brianna muttered under her breath as she
tripped over her flippers in the shallow water and ungracefully fell over with
a splash. The school of fish scattered
in the clear, turquoise waters, and she tried to remember why she’d enjoyed
this when she was younger. Or why she’d
agreed to go snorkeling with Matthew today.
She was supposed to be celebrating her brother’s long-awaited
homecoming, spending the day with family, not out here making a fool of
She didn’t even have her phone with her in
case her parents needed to reach her or someone else contacted her from the
police station. She supposed that
Matthew had thought this would be a fun distraction from what was going on at
the moment, but her mind was on everything but the fish she was supposed to be
Chunks of shells cut against her hands as
she struggled to push herself back up, and a strand of hair fell into her
face. Maybe flippers were good for
swimming, but they were pretty lousy for attempting to walk around in. No one else seemed to be having as much
trouble as her though.
She lost her footing again as she tried to
stand, dropping her goggles and snorkel into the water, which she’d long since
pulled from her face.
“I got you,” a deep voice said, and
suddenly Matthew’s strong hands were wrapping around her waist, lifting her
back onto her feet. He held her directly
in front of him, his chest to her back, and the feel of his fingers against her
bare flesh sent tingles rushing down her arms and warmth coiling in her
belly. She froze, not daring to move.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine,” she said stiffly, pulling his hands
from her waist and awkwardly turning to face him.
Droplets of water ran down his bronzed
skin, and she tried not to stare at his wall of muscles. At those wide shoulders, broad pecs, and
eight-pack abs. Or into those deep green
About the Author:
Author Makenna Jameison writes stories with hot alpha males, steamy romance,
and happily-ever-afters. She loves reading, writing, coffee, the beach, and
traveling to new places. Makenna lives in Washington DC with her husband and
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I always thought soulmates were an illusion dreamed up in fairytales until Kane. He stormed in during the scariest moment of my life, and even though he fights his own demons, he fights harder for me. Together, we have an unbreakable bond.
I’m ruthless, especially when it comes to Sydney. She has a stalker, and he’s brought company. Sydney is MINE, and I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. But, when we’re hit with a surprise, our lives are changed forever…
LeAnn Asher's is a blogger turned author who spends her days reading and writing She released her debut novel early 2016, and can't wait to where this new adventure takes her. LeAnn writes about strong minded females and strong protective males who love their women unconditionally.
She keeps it hidden from the world … the world of the living, that is.
When Doug Morgan moves into her apartment building, Sam is intrigued by her sexy new neighbor. She struggles to keep her ghostly ability from him, but Doug isn’t interested in her spiritual sense. He’s after something much more … sensual.
A Dominant with dark tastes, Doug offers Sam a glimpse into his world. He invites her to take part in an experiment to explore the extremes of pleasure. Seduced by his lifestyle, Sam agrees. There’s just one little catch … Doug also has a secret.
Someone Sam never saw coming.
Sometimes, the dark side of pleasure can turn deadly.
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable.
Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.
Sebastian hated this part; walking into the ICU from the waiting room. The beeps, bells, and whirring of the machinery, which kept the occupants of the ICU alive, upset him. They were alien noises that grated against his nerves.
He did his best to not let the sounds get to him, but as he went to his mother’s room, he felt his skin prickle with that well-ingrained fear of hospitals. The result of a precocious childhood.
When he reached his mother’s doorway, he spotted the pretty nurse, the one who insisted on being called Sam and not Samantha. His eyes drifted from the nurse to his mother in the bed. Her color was better, but she was still hooked up to the ventilator. Shit!
Falling at her home, she had hit her head and been knocked unconscious. The surgery to relieve the bleeding in her skull had been successful—or so the doctor insisted—but she was still not awake.
“She’s doing better today, Mr. Reinhardt,” the attractive brunette nurse with the long ponytail said to him.
How many times had he told her that his last name was Dane, not Reinhardt? Still, she called him by his stepfather’s name. His palms itched to correct her, but he refrained.
“Has she woken up at all?”
“Yes, she opens her eyes now and then, which is a very good sign. We should have her off that breathing tube in a day or two.”
He followed the nurse’s perfect profile. Sebastian thought her almost doll-like. Even down to her porcelain skin and petite, almost little girl figure, everything about her reminded him of a doll.
“Thank you, Sam. You’ve been so encouraging these past few days. I thought for a while she wouldn’t make it.”
“I told you she would make it.” Sam stretched her pouty lips into an attractive smile. “I have a sense about these things.” As if hearing something in the outer hallway, she raised her uncanny eyes to the door. “I’ll be back.”
She was gone before he could ask any more questions. Sam always did that.
It was as if she looked through him, and not at him, whenever he came to visit his mother. What he wouldn’t give to have her see him, to have the little nurse with those amazing eyes see him for what he really was. Ah, but that was for another time and place.
He walked closer to the bed and held his mother’s hand. Still warm and soft the way he remembered it as a child. With the ugly purple bruise on the right side of her face and the thick white bandage on her head, she didn’t resemble the mother he had known. Gone were her fancy rings, diamond bracelets, and designer clothes. The blue hospital gown made her look paler than usual, and without her always fastidiously applied makeup, she appeared older, much older than her sixty-five years.
“I’m here, Mother. You’re doing better. Much better.”
He felt the slightest pressure on his hand, as if she had heard him.
“That’s it, squeeze my hand. Let me know you can hear me.”
This time, her grasp was stronger and more deliberate.
His heart soared with relief. It was a small step, but it was progress.
“Looks like she’s coming out of it,” Sam surmised, entering the room. She pulled a penlight from her white jacket pocket and flashed the light in his mother’s eyes.
His mother frowned.
“Did you see that?” he demanded. “She frowned when you shined the light in her eyes.”
Sam shrugged her shoulders, not seeming very impressed. “Like I said, Mr. Reinhardt, she’s waking up.”
Her dismissive tone made that certain itch come alive in Sebastian. The one he always got when he discovered a new … project.
Sam went back to her table outside the room door and made some notes on his mother’s chart.
Giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, Sebastian whispered, “I’ll be back tomorrow.” Exiting the room, he stopped by Sam’s table. “Thank you for taking such good care of her.”
Sam never looked up from her notes. “I’m glad she’s doing better.”
“Will you be here tomorrow?”
Sam shook her head and became distracted by a patient in the room next door to his mother’s. “I’m off for a few days, Mr. Reinhardt. I’m sure your mother will be gone by the time I get back.”
He never got to ask her anything else. She ducked into the other patient’s room and went to the monitor above the bed.
Sebastian grinned. He would see the pretty little Sam Woods again. He wasn’t going to let this one get away.
Blurb: John Smith has been hurt before by a mysterious blonde that tumbles out of his cop car. Since she stomped on his heart, he's made sure he'll never feel that way again. He has developed two rules: Never more than one night and never a blonde.
The nerdy and conservative Becca Swanson has a plan for her life: college, law school, and rule the world. Nothing and no one will get in her way. That is, until she wakes up in a stranger's bedroom with no recollection of the night before.
This one tumultuous night caused these two to cross paths. Becca is everything John told himself he didn't need. Smart, sexy, and -- blonde. When she becomes the victim of one of his cases he finally can't deny the connection anymore. Worst of all, he's beginning to fall harder than ever before.
It throws his rules and her plans out the window. Could it have been fate? Or will it become the biggest mistake either of them has ever made?
Sheena is a born and raised New Yorker, even her writing can’t hide her hard sarcasm. She claims destiny lead her to writing again. She constantly strives to be a positive role model and write stories that empower and inspire.
Sheena always roots for the underdog, believes in love at first sight, and that everyone should have their happily ever after. While God is currently writing her love story she continues to put all her time into her writing as she is constantly getting new inspiration.
Meggie and I almost started crying during the pre-game shot, toast. Her parents decided to pull her out of summer classes. This is her last weekend before she has to return home. I don’t know what I’m going to do without her. She almost said the exact same thing during her toast, but we quickly chased it down with some humor. I mean, after all, we’ll be apart for barely two months.
When you spend every single day together, two months feels like an eternity. Tonight is going to be a good night. Just my best friend and me – we promised each other a girl’s night. For the first time in my life, I was totally lying.
There are a ton of bars on The Ave. We could have gone to any number of them, and probably should have… but truthfully, I wanted him to see me. Meggie and I saunter up to the bouncer on the patio stairs in our heels and he automatically waves us in. After sharing a glance, we giggle before walking into the flap of the tented patio. The white material billows up into two points above the patio and the light filters through, casting an eerie ambiance. My eyes scan the crowd.
Meggie catches my eye. “I don’t see him, Bee.”
I look away. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
She smiles. “You know exactly who I am talk about.” She guides me across the patio to the outside bar, conveniently squeezing in between a pair of guys, and places our drink order.
“Oh, excuse me, boys.” Meggie is the queen of striking up conversation. The bartender places the drinks on the bar top and I happen to notice one of the guys reaching for his wallet.
“Let me get those for you, doll,” he offers.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly…” Meggie starts and I roll my eyes. She definitely could possibly, and he is totally being played.
They exchange a few words before she passes me one of the drinks. She waves to them as we walk away arm in arm.
“I don’t know how you do it.” I giggle in her ear.
“Men are suckers.” She wiggles her fingers at a bouncer in the doorway to the back entrance of the club and we slip inside. “It’s almost like they deserve it. You see, Becca, you can let them play you—Or you can play them first.”
“That’s no way to be, Meggie.”
“That’s the only way to be.” She lifts her drink to her lips and swallows a gulp.
My head nods before glancing around, just one more time. John is stationed in his usual spot against the far wall, overlooking the dance floor. His stern glare surveys the area as groups of girls gravitate to the dance floor in front of him. He has a vibe about him that begs to be enjoyed. Tonight, I want to give in. I crave spontaneity and adventure the way a college girl should. But most of all, I want to be that way with him.