Beautiful Delusions

 

Kaylee

One night was all it took. One accident and I could no longer outrun my past. The terror I'd escaped was hot on my trail and the only person I could turn to was the man who'd hurt me the most.

Griffin

One moment was all it took. One wrong word and she was gone from my life. Fifteen years later, I had a chance to make things right. I could even make Kaylee mine...

If the monster didn't destroy her first.

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Beautiful Sacrifice

 

Tasha
Being a cop, I didn't have any choice, but I really wish I hadn't got mixed up in this case. My dark past is catching up to me ever since he barreled into my life without a care. It terrifies me that he sees right through me. He could be the one to save me . . . or break me.

Twitch
It was just a job. Until it wasn't. By then the sexy little redhead had her claws in me. Now, she's in my life and I'm lost. How am I supposed to keep the demons from her past from eating her alive? I don't know, but I will do whatever it takes to make her mine.

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Beautiful Deception

This is the third book in the Pride and Honor Series, but it can be read as a standalone
Marcy
He knows. He knows what I did and there is no way he will ever forgive me. That's the least of my worries. Now, that secret, that little boy that holds my heart in his hands has been stolen from us. I'll do whatever it takes to get him back. Even if it costs me my life.

Mac
Marcy had always been mine. I thought she always would be. A misunderstanding ruined that. Ruined any chance for us to be happy. She stole that chance... that life. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive her. The truth is I never stopped loving her, and I'll do whatever it takes to save her

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****COVER REVEAL & GIVEAWAY****

We are excited to present this to you! The cover reveal for Victor. Echo. Tango. Love: an anthology of military tales!!

Releasing just in time for Veteran’s Day! November 9th
Participating authors - Ember - Raine Winters, HB Jasick, Bella Emy, Aleisha Maree, Meg B Alexander, Tiffany Carby, Colin M Vaughan, JL Long, Shannon Nemechek, Lynzie Allen

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Ten authors from around the world have come together with their words in an effort to support veterans. All proceeds will be donated to benefit a charity.

Preorders coming soon!

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Click the link below and do the jigsaw in the fastest time and win a $5 Amazon Gift Card! Winner will be chosen in 24hours. This will posted on all participating authors pages, winner announced on each post.
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Day 10!!! Tomorrow is the big cover reveal! Woo! #HeartacheAndHandgrenades by Ember-Raine Winters
I left the marines, not just physically broken, but mentally too. I never thought I could be pieced back together. The physical wounds healed, the mental? Not so much.

Jessie was my whole world once, and even after all the lies, I didn’t want to live without her. When she came back with a secret that turned my world upside-down, I wasn’t sure if we could put the past behind us. But, Marines never quit, and I wasn’t about to stop until I made her mine.

Excerpt from Heartache and Hand Grenades by Ember-Raine Winters
I woke up groggy with a pounding in my head and rolled off the mattress. I could literally hear it banging which was odd. Walking out into the kitchen, it got louder and I realized the sound wasn’t my head at all, but rather some idiot thought it would be a good idea to break down the front door.
I swung open the door about ready to cuss the son of a bitch out when I saw the grinning face of my best friend Country staring back at me.
“I know your leg’s broken, brother, but could you be any slower getting to the damn door. I nearly broke my arm trying to wake your lazy ass up. What are you doing still sleepin’? It’s ten in the mornin’.” He pushed passed me and into the house.
“What the hell are you doin’ here?” This was not something I could deal with first thing when I woke up.
“Your mama called me. She said you were mopin’ around so I got on a bus and came out to see ya.”
“Ma called you? How did she even get your number?” I asked, suspicious.
“Dunno, man. She probably lifted it from your phone or something,” he said as he opened the fridge and looked inside. I shook my head in defeat and walked to my room.
“I’m gonna get a shower, make yourself at home,” I said even though he didn’t need to be told.
He grabbed a bottle of water and yelled back, practically following me down the hall to my bedroom. “Hurry up, your mama says we have to be at the bakery for the delivery at noon.”
I stopped by my dresser, scrounging around for my one pair of jeans that Ma had cut the leg off, leaving room for my cast. “Exactly how long did you talk to her?” I said, grabbing a pair of boxers, and a clean T-shirt.
“We had a nice little chat last night.” He grinned at me, refusing to go into any more detail.
Rolling my eyes I hobbled by him and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. His big belly laugh reverberated through the thin walls. What the hell was Mama thinking? He is my best friend, but a fucking pain in the ass, cowboy hat and all.
I showered quickly not wanting to leave Country to wander around my house for too long unsupervised. When I got out, he was in my bedroom rummaging around in my things. “I didn’t mean for you to go snoopin’ through my shit.”
“She’s pretty,” he said as he picked up a picture that had been hanging on my mirror. My eyes got big and I rushed forward. Ripping the photograph out of his hand, I lifted the crutch and used it to push him out the door.
“Sorry, jeez. Who is she?” he asked laughing.
“Nobody you need to worry about,” I said and slammed the door shut.
Walking over to my dresser, I opened the top drawer and dropped it inside. Jessie Jensen. It had been years since I thought about her. That was a lie. I thought about that girl all the time, especially when I was in the trenches. I never stopped wondering what she was doing and whether I would ever see her again. She was my high school sweetheart—she’d been everything to me, was still everything to me.
I slammed the drawer shut; thoughts of Jessie Jensen and what she did would not get me through the day in one piece. Being around people was hard. Even though I lived in a small town, crowds made me nervous. It was all I could do not to have a panic attack when I was out in public. Maybe Ma was right. Maybe I did need to see a shrink. Dropping the crutch down to the side of my bed, I pulled on the soft brace they’d given me, so I could get around better without having to rely on the damn walking stick. If I thought about it, I’d admit my mother was right. My leg was practically healed, yet I wasn’t working it out and doing the PT exercises enough to get the strength back in it.
Determined to get my life resorted, I yelled down the hallway on my way to the kitchen. “Come on idiot. Let’s get going,” I grabbed the keys off the counter.
“Who you calling an idiot?”
“I don’t know, maybe the guy who rode a bus all night to come here for no reason.”
“I had a reason. My boy needed cheering up.” He slapped me on the back, practically knocking me over. Damn Country, and then walked past me to hop in the side of my beat-up old chevy. “Or,” he said, looking over the top of the hood, “you need me to drive us, pretty boy?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I rolled my eyes, as I carefully got in the driver’s seat. It had been awhile since I had driven, the smell of worn leather soothing my nerves.
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Day 9 of the 10 days of reveals! #DearPinup by Lynzie Allen
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Charlotte
New town, new job, endless possibilities. I wasn’t interested in meeting someone new, but that’s usually when these things happen.

Logan
Deployment in the morning, one more night of freedom. All I wanted was a one-night fling, but she surprised me.

Fate always has other plans.
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