If…Someone hadn't scarred my face.I hadn’t followed my dreams to LA.That tweaker hadn't attacked that homeless guy.I hadn't invited a stranger over for Thanksgiving.I hadn’t fallen in love.If I hadn’t lost him.------If…I hadn’t gone for that drive.I saw the world like everyone else.My “genius” wasn’t slowly destroying me.I had just walked away before I could ever know her.She hadn’t ignited the spark.If the spark didn’t ignite the madness.
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Her cries looked like shards of glass, a sour flavor assaulted my taste buds, my fingertips felt like they were being pricked with needles. They would not snuff her light, they would not dull her laughter. She was the only thing in this world that connected me to my old self. Suddenly I cared again, if only for that moment. Those sick fucks would not hurt her. My numbness was mangled from the inside with a fury that detonated like a bomb. I didn’t even feel the knife as it dug into my flesh.That girl, for some reason, I couldn’t shut it off with her. I saw her just as vividly as I used to see everything. She made me want to create again. That was dangerous. Far more dangerous than anything these stupid muggers could have done. I had to keep the desire at bay or else I would lose control. Because my art destroys the people I care about. It turns me into a monster. Up until that point, the redheaded girl who shined like a beacon in the mist was an empty threat. There was an invisible barrier, where girls like her didn’t see guys who lurked in alleyways. I was safe from her ability to break through to the parts of my brain that had been made dormant through copious amounts of medication. Yet, somehow, there she was, seeing me. Glimmering in the dark alleyway like some sort of guardian angel that I didn’t want. I tried so hard not to exist, but she was forcing me to. She was forcing me to partake in life. I wanted to die, but she forced me to live. And I wasn’t happy about it.
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when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color.
sensation felt in one part of the body as a result of stimulus applied to
another, as in referred pain.
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I love a
book about inner beauty and this book gave that to us but we also got a
different kind of beauty too, a beauty that surrounds us. Most people aren't
fortunate enough to see things that way, but Ash (H) does and he sees so much surrounding
Bird (h). He watches her from a far and is mesmerized by her beauty. When one
night brings the two together things will never be the same for them. A
friendship forms a love blossoms but it's not that easy. Ash has secrets he's
too afraid to tell Bird but he may not get a choice; his secret may come out
before he is ready. Both scarred by their past, both need to overcome for their
futures...but will they be able to?
10-15% of this book started a little slow but then it picked up and I couldn't
get enough of their story. It was really sweet but also so very heartbreaking.
Bird she was such a wonderful person, selfless really. Her relationship with
Jordan was funny and heartwarming. There is a part in the book that I
highlighted because it really showed you the person she is.
always feels good in the abstract, but I didn't want to spread the pain. It
Oh how I
wanted her to get revenge but I'm glad she didn't because the way she handled
things was so much better.
Ash couldn't escape his head and the only way he
knew how was to paint but even that wasn't good for him anymore until Bird came
into the picture. She made everything okay again or at least that's what he
thought. Both Ash and Bird were special and both had an unbelievable amount of
talent but both let their pasts hold them back.
This is a
beautiful story about friendship, trust and love; it is about healing from the
inside and forgiving yourself.
all the things I had created, she was my most beautiful masterpiece. Because my
muse had an equal hand in her creation."
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Nina G. Jones is the author of the bestselling novel DEBT, the Strapped Series and the erotic romance, Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel. She wants to say something clever here, but all her good material goes into her characters. Nina currently resides in Milwaukee, WI with her husband and two crazy Boxers. Her first new adult romance, If, releases on March 16th, 2015 under the moniker N.G. Jones.Nina LOVES connecting with readers. You can connect with her via Facebook, Twitter, or email her through her website, NinaGJones.com.
From the New York Times bestselling author of Jake Undone, comes a full-length standalone companion novel and sequel.
A different side to the story: Jake’s side.
“We’re getting a new roommate,” they said.
thought nothing of it...until she walked in the door. Her hand trembled
in mine as she looked at me with fearful eyes. My entire world spun on
It was a mismatch made in heaven: innocent girl from the boonies moves in with tattooed, pierced, badboy engineer.
came up with a bet, a plan to tutor her in math and coach her through
her phobias. What I wasn’t betting on was becoming addicted to her.
But I was living a double life on weekends, and once she found out about it, she’d be gone.
I had to protect myself and that meant one thing: I couldn’t fall in love.
In Jake Understood, pivotal scenes from Jake Undone are
retold from Jake’s point of view combined with all-new material from
both the past and present time where Jake Undone left off. It can stand
alone but if both books are read, should follow Jake Undone. Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+.
Get your copy today for only $2.99 (price will go up on the 31st). And if you haven't read Jake Undone I recommend that you do! Only 99 cents this week!
From #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover, a new
novel about risking everything for love—and finding your heart somewhere
between the truth and lies. Auburn Reed has her entire life mapped out. Her goals
are in sight and there’s no room for mistakes. But when she walks into a
Dallas art studio in search of a job, she doesn’t expect to find a deep
attraction to the enigmatic artist who works there, Owen Gentry.
once, Auburn takes a risk and puts her heart in control, only to
discover Owen is keeping major secrets from coming out. The magnitude of
his past threatens to destroy everything important to Auburn, and the
only way to get her life back on track is to cut Owen out of it.
last thing Owen wants is to lose Auburn, but he can’t seem to convince
her that truth is sometimes as subjective as art. All he would have to
do to save their relationship is confess. But in this case, the
confession could be much more destructive than the actual sin…
My Review 5 stars! (of course)
Do you believe in fate?
How does Colleen do it? She just keeps coming up with the most unique story lines. I think she is one of the most talented authors in her genre right now. Every time I read one of her books she blows me away. Brilliant! She has taken different aspects of art and incorporated them in her novels...poetry (Slammed), music (Maybe Someday), and now painting (Confess). In every book she writes she has me laughing and crying. I love her humor and she throws it in just when you need it. The beginning of this book had me in tears in normal Colleen fashion. I thought she loves this she loves bringing theses emotions onto her readers with every book she writes. Her books make you feel.
I don't want to be cliche but I have to, OMG! (if you don't get it you will when you read it.) OMG this book was so good. I knew I was going to love Owen (H) right away when he was talking about Hannah and the anagrams. Just like how I knew I would love Auburn (h) because of her persistence.
Owen is the owner of a art gallery and painter himself, he uses peoples anonymous confessions as his muses for his pieces. And some of these confessions are killers, these confessions are actually real too. Colleen had collected anonymous confessions from people to write this book.
Owen and Auburn both have secrets of their own and before they can move forward they need to straighten up their own lives. Only moving forward isn't going to be easy no matter how much you feel for the other. Confessions need to be told, but what's best left unsaid? And will the the people in their lives allow them to move on with each other?
Auburn was young and needed to do what she thought was best for her so she allowed herself to be manipulated not fully realizing that it was happening. She had to stay away from Owen no matter what her heart wanted. One of the most touching parts of this book to me was the Target parking lot. My eyes instantly welled up.
"I keep my eyes focused on Owen long enough to see him lift a hand to his heart and clench it in a fist."
"I inconspicuously lift my fist to my own chest. Our eyes remain locked until they can't anymore." God I'm welling up writing that out and thinking about the moment.
I don't know what else to write without spoiling anything but I love Colleen's words I love love her heroes. She doesn't need to write cocky alpha males she writes them real and flawed but not as a**holes. Love that! This book is well worth it and I bought both paperback and ebook because you get actual prints in the paperback of the pieces that pertain to the confessions in the book! How awesome is that?
With that I'll leave you with my favorite quote.
"I'm scared I'll never feel this again with anyone else," I whisper. He squeezes my hands. "I'm scared you will."
This is a prequel to the Dark Romance Standalone STALKER. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden … Secrets could kill you. My husband is the prime example.
I’m a trophy wife. Someone’s prized possession, just there to be pretty. My dreams were pushed aside for his. Until one fateful night, one chance encounter, all his dirty secrets were exposed.
And then my supposed husband is killed.
I should be sad, but all I feel is anger. My husband is a lying, cheating bastard. And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m now the prime suspect for his murder.
Only his brother believes I'm innocent, and in his support, I find relief. However, I will find the real killer and bring him to justice ... before he tries to end my life too. WARNING: This book contains strong language, explicit situations, and disturbing content.
Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
For ninety-two days, I’ve looked into those lifeless green eyes. Let my gaze slide over her flawless, pale skin. Fantasized about her luscious lips.
For ninety-two days she has inspired me in ways I never knew possible. A muse, unbeknownst to her. Motivating me. Encouraging my darkest desires to life through my work. Just when I was so close to giving up, surrendering to my unchangeable fate, I spotted her, and haven’t been able to look away since.
I don’t think she has a clue that my eyes find her the moment I step into this establishment. She’s oblivious to the way I always sit at the same table—the one with the best view of the bar. Of her. Unaware I spend my evenings watching her.
Memorizing her. Inch by exquisite inch.
Her soft beauty and innocent naivety keeps me coming back. Over and over, since the day she first served me. My cock grows hard beneath the shelter of the table as she strides toward me, her breasts bouncing lightly with each step. My arousal has nothing to do with sexual gratification. Though she has a beautiful body, curvy in all the places a man’s hands like to grip, and hold, and conquer, I’m turned on by the way she makes me feel inside. By the strength and craving and ambition she has unknowingly restored in me.
A man’s wet fantasy. A woman’s aspiration. My divine intervention.
“Take off your clothes.” My voice is gravelly and I hardly recognize it. I’ve imagined how she looks naked a million different times. Dreamt of this moment more than I can count. My hands circle around the device clutched in my grip, squeezing firmly.
One auburn brow arches as if in challenge, a silent remark to my lack of polite request. I mimic her, cocking my own brow, but give her nothing else. Manners don’t belong in the bedroom. This is who I am and I do not apologize for it.
I ask once—and only once. I offer a choice and they make their decision. After that, it’s my way. Anybody who doesn’t agree is free to leave. I don’t want her to go—I’ve waited far too long for this—but I am who I am and I will not—cannot—change.
She threw me off with the striptease and the drink. And that kiss. That hot as hell, fucking kiss. But I’ve had enough questions and more than enough storytelling for one night. Talking like this, sharing my personal shit—I don’t do it. I bind. I photograph. And I fuck. There’s no point in anything else.
My Review: (ARC provided) 4.5 stars!
Scopophiliac: is deriving pleasure from looking. As an expression of sexuality, it refers to sexual pleasure derived from looking at erotic objects: erotic photographs, pornography, naked bodies, etc.
This book was really really good. It was original and I love how the author wrote a book around the hero's condition (above)! The beginning of this book gutted me, I honestly had to put it down for a minute and go back in more prepared. I can't even imagine the pain and heartbreak Holland (h) must of went through.
Yes this book had erotic elements but it was so much more. I connected with both of the characters, more so the heroine, but once everything came out about Jensen (H) I got it. He had so much passion and was hanging on to it for as long as he could. When he sees Holland he becomes obsessed with having her and not necessarily sex but capturing the beauty he sees. She is his muse and he's ready to take her home and make her his in every possible way.
I just love how this book flowed, everything just fit, their hardships and their relationship. The chapters are short and just flow right into the other, it kept me reading and made me not want to put the book down. After getting through the beginning I couldn't get enough.
I'm happy with the ending and the closure she got but and this is my only con...what happened to her best friend? I wish we got closure or some sort of confrontation. I felt to have a best friend for that long it just needed to be addressed. :) I don't care how hurt she was, she wasn't in half the amount of pain Holland or her husband were in and I felt she took advantage of the situation.
I think this was a beautiful story about two broken people finding each other in an unconventional way. They found away to heal without even realizing it was happening.
Cheryl McIntyre is the author of the bestselling Sometimes Never series, as well as the Dirty series, Infinitely, and Dark Calling.
calls Ohio home, though she secretly dreams of living somewhere much
warmer--preferably near a beach. She is a mother, author, and
insomniac, as well as a reader, self-proclaimed movie critic, and
incredibly bad singer. Her life revolves around four things: family,
music, books, and really bad scary movies.
can follow her author page on Facebook where she lives part time. On
Goodreads—which is like crack for avid readers. On Twitter, though she
has still not yet mastered the art of tweeting. On tsū. Or on her
Standalone in the rock star romance series, Pandemic Sorrow.
My life had been no fairy tale. Actually, growing up, it had been something more like a nightmare, which is why I ended up so hard. When you don't want to hurt having the ability to be numb is your best defense mechanism. And for a long time all I was doing was existing.
Jag Steele, the lead singer of the international rock band Pandemic Sorrow, was the epitome of everything I despised: arrogant, entitled, but the thing I hated most about him was that he was an addict. Drugs had been the demon that had ruined everything in my life, and anyone who had a love affair with them pretty much made my stomach turn. It brought up memories I wanted to stay buried. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly a fan of Jag.
Funny thing is, people aren't always who you expect them to be. Never in a million years would I have thought the night I meet Jag would have any significance on the rest of my life, but it did.
I found out that sometimes something that screams utter destruction might actually be your saving grace.
Some people may say our story is too screwed up to be a romance, but for two broken people, we made the pieces fit together perfectly.
Even though this is a standalone, why not grab Jag and Rush. Read their story before Roxy is released!
Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives within…
Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.
Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.
Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.
Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?
Behind every prince is a story left untold.
Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…
Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer.
Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.
The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…
When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?
Tonight is a big night. I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good.I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to wear tonight.I used my uniform allowance to get this sexy getup.Roger expects us to always be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within a month rotation because of the regulars. There are no lower class sleezeballs here.This is where the big dogs come out and play.This is the most private club in town.If you knew who some of our highest paying customers were you would know why.
I have a birthday party that’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of ten men, all drunk off their asses already I’m sure.I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that a few of them are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor.This is what makes my job interesting and fun:breaking them in.A man gets a good first time and they’ll be coming back for more, meaning more cash for me.I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my leg, giving me a sexy edge.Plus, it keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction.
I finish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror.It’s a sexy version of a clown; a white baby doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy makeup top it off.My ruffle front thong is orange and it is the final dessert of the hour.I paint my lips with a matching cherry-red lipstick like my name and smack them in the mirror.
“Cherry, you’re up in ten.Don’t keep them waiting.This is my biggest payout of the night.”
I roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger’s voice as he pokes his head inside the door.Show the man green and he’d lease us out in private hotels I’m sure.He would never admit that though.
“I’ll be right out, Roger.”
He likes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pockets full.I’ve already been up on stage a few times tonight, so for now I’ll be circulating the room.“Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into the club, ready for action.
The club is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. I love weekends. It’s when all of the high rollers come out to play. They each have a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece, some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest college kids looking for a little fun. I don’t care what they’re here for as long as their pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the club; after all, I didn’t make them come here.
I look around the room, spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones in this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one.He takes me in and gives me a smirk before he starts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”
He broadens his smile and gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”
“Oh yeah. What’ll it be, Darlin’?”
He leans in to whisper in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it’s against the rules unless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday. There is enough there for a hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I’ve already booked the dance.”
I look around for Roger to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving me the go ahead. This guy has some nice friends.A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger.It is explained that’s before the tip, so this guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here before. “Okay, sexy, but that’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don’t want it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving him the dance.
He leans back to look at me. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy comes first, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks and backs away with a large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.
I head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the door.All private rooms have a bouncer keeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times.As I’m getting my music queued up, I hum softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. A few moments in and there is a knock at the door.I walk over and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly sexy man.Hell yes, this is going to be fun.
Something about his face looks familiar, but I can’t place it.He has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined muscle protruding from his fitted shirt.He must have come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removed the jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos running up his arms.I don’t know what it is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a way I don’t understand.Maybe it’s the business meets bad boy persona.Whatever it is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
I step aside to let him enter. “Hi, I’m Cherry.”
He studies me for a moment with heated eyes.The way he looks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me.
“Hi, Cherry.”My name rolls off his tongue in the most sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs.This is going to be one hell of a night: sexy and seductive.
The music starts to play and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing a handful of black material.I walk backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing him backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexy laugh along the way.
“Damn,” he says, egging me on.Not wasting any time, I place each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip my hair from side to side. It starts the full body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing, ending with my pelvis.I stand and turn, closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position.I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoying the feel of it hardening beneath me.While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of the music.Turning my head to the side, I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a slow motion.I continue gyrating on his lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is pressing into the crack of my ass.
I breathe in deeply…. smelling his citrusy aftershave; something I would say is unique to him.My hormones are quickly running wild, something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the music and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to become familiar with my body.Time stands still…for a while.I hear him grunt, praising me for the havoc I’m causing on his cock and he isn’t even naked.
I finish out the dance as the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my outfit.He stands as I run my fingers through my hair and I watch as he fishes in his pockets.He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me.I briefly stare at him in shock, but brush it off and reach for it. He doesn’t immediately turn it loose.
“How much for house calls?”
I’m about to say something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the punch.
“Listen, I don’t usually come to places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am, I kind of like it.You have a beautiful body.Let me show you what I can do with mine,” he finishes quietly.
What a generous man, but I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants, so I know what he’s referring to.
“I don’t think so, sweetie.”
I’m ready to thank him and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him.He presses his lips to mine before I even know what’s happening.I can taste the whiskey on his breath.Poor guy is so drunk I don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his hands introduce themselves to my backside I can’t be sure.He pulls away and touches his index finger to my lips, silencing me.
“Think about it.The club closes at two.I’ll be outside waiting if you decide to take me up on my offer.Sometimes outside of the norm can be freeing…”
My Review: (ARC provided)
4 stars! I really enjoyed this book. The first few chapters broke my heart. The author writes Cherry from a young child's POV and does it very well. I really felt like I was in the mind of a little girl. Poor Cherry (h) she had been through so much at such a young age and just when you think she might get a break she goes through heartache, shock and deception all over again and in the worse way possible. How can a person not be broken after what she'd been through? I don't think people would have come out of what she did half the person she was. I get why she started dancing it wasn't just for the money it was to escape reality.
I loved Sawyer (H) he was such a good and genuine guy. The one thing I really loved about his character was that he wasn't the typical alpha manwhore. He didn't believe in cheating or getting around, yeah he had his fun but when he committed that was it. He had been in a stale relationship for two years and instead of stepping out on her he made sure they were broken up first. When Sawyer gets a evening out with the guys he sees Cherry dancing but he's seen her before and that's when his connection to her really begins to grow. He knows some how she needs someone and is struggling but he's not sure how to get through to her. Will Sawyer break through Cherry's walls? And will he be able to accept her for her past and the person she is today? ***slight spoilers below*** I want to talk about the incident with Mark which was awful but my one con about it was the way it was handled by the parents. I thought there should have been a little more reaction, to me that part fell flat. I loved the epilogue but I wanted more of a scene or story I guess around the confrontation. The other thing that confused me was how Cherry's mom fell so far off the deep end, she was a well educated woman and nurses make a decent salary, so what happened? I understand she acquired a lot of debt after her husband passed but to be that poor? I think if that were explained a little better I would have understood more. Drug use or something? She just became so despicable. ****** I read this book in a day and really enjoyed it, the issues mentioned above were the only reason I couldn't give it a full five stars. This was a great debut novel and I can't wait to read more by this author. Oh and I loved the little shout out to indie authors in this book. Told from both H and h's POV. I recommend! HEA? (2)<<<click here if you want to know.
Chrissy Snyder writes New Adult erotic romance. She loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters. She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very jealous furbaby, Mylo.
If she isn’t writing about heartache or second chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two teens.
She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii.