Saturday, April 30, 2016

Meet a new author Everyday.... Nicole Dykes

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Unsocial by Nicole Dykes
620 Pages
Published: March 1, 2016
Published by: Nicole Dykes


Blurb:

Dylan
I’m living the dream. A successful business owner of a custom car and motorcycle shop in Oklahoma and master of my own destiny. Other than my best friend and business partner my life is my own, and I answer to no one. Then my life changes with a single phone call and I’m back in Kansas fighting for guardianship of my four younger siblings. Now I answer to her, Brooke Porter.

Brooke
I’ve devoted myself for the past six years to my dream of being a social worker. My very first case are the Monroes, and professional and personal boundaries blur as I become closer to them. Now my dreams are of Dylan. The attraction Dylan and I have is heading us straight to unsocial behavior.

What will we be risking if we give in?

*Unsocial is a New Adult Romance novel that contains mature content and is not suitable for anyone under 18.




Purchase Links:
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Excerpt:

Prologue

Dylan
Joy rolls her perfect, naked body off mine after riding me for the last thirty minutes. She has a satisfied grin plastered across her face and says in an equally satisfied voice, “Wow, Dylan, that was so worth the wait.”
Now’s when I should be feeling pretty smug. In hindsight, the decision to fuck her was probably a colossal mistake, but what’s done is done. Now I need to figure out how to get the hell out of here with little drama as possible.
You see, Joy works as a receptionist at my restoration and repair shop, and I’ve just broken one of many of my hookup rules, this being my number one rule: do not fuck anyone from work. I don’t need a lawsuit, and I know I have to handle this delicately. I’m not interested in being with her other than this one time. Just another of my rules: never fuck them twice.
Now I have to defend my stupidity here before you start handing down judgment. I’ve just had the day from hell, which started with a new employee fucking up the color of paint on a ‘68 Camaro. Shit just progressed to being bitched out by a snobby asshole who had sent his car up from Dallas for restoration. Apparently it wasn’t what he had imagined.
Instead of arguing with him, knowing that I had taken every note he had told me and that car was perfect, I told him the guys would redo it at no cost to him. Fortunately, this type of thing rarely happens in our shop. We have an impeccable reputation.
To top off my day, one of my best detailers quit because he got into it for the hundredth time with one of the mechanics. Why they were even around each other I have no idea; we have a fucking huge garage.
So, as I was heading out after work badly in need of a drink and a hot, warm body to end this day on a high note, Joy decided to make things easier. She knew I had had a bad day and gave me her sexiest smile. She hadn’t been shy with her flirting from day one. When she asked me if I wanted to get a drink, it became a done deal. I knew I shouldn’t have, but she was sexy, and I wanted an escape from the clusterfuck my day had been. So, like a fucking idiot I said yes, and now here we are in her tiny apartment and me trying to figure out an escape route.
I get up to get rid of the condom. Yes, another rule, and I’ll never be too liquored up and stupid enough to break this one. Now I need to pick up my shit and get the hell out of there. Next to her bed, I see my phone flashing letting me know I have a text message. I can work with this; I’ve used this exit strategy countless times. I notice I have several missed calls from Jackson. He’s my roommate and business partner, and always my best wingman whether he knows it or not, and right now he’s going to be flying me out of here.
Joy climbs behind me and starts kissing my neck. “Wanna go for round two?”
I stare at my phone wondering why there are so many phone calls from Jax. He rarely calls me since we live and work together. I’m distracted and totally uninterested when I say, “Uh, sorry I really can’t. I need to leave.”
“Why? You could stay the night, and we could go into work together tomorrow. Easy since we’re going to the same place.” Oh, hell no. And what the fuck up is with her voice? I swear it wasn’t that whiny before.
“Jackson’s been calling, and I need to see what’s up.”
She’s nodding like she understands, but disappointment is in her eyes. It’s a look I’ve seen on all the chicks I’ve banged as I’m walking out. I don’t consider myself so much of an asshole since I make sure they’re satisfied. That’s the nice guy in me. According to another rule, I don’t hang out for the sun to rise. “Just call him and see what’s up.”
I continue dressing. “Nope, I’ve got to get going. He may need me at the shop.”
She’s sitting on the bed, and I can practically see the wheels tur of our sectional with his laptop. “Bout time you got home. Did you get my messages?”
“Yeah, I was busy. What’s up?” He shoots me a questioning look I choose to ignore. I’m not bringing up tonight’s stupidity unless it’s necessary.
“You have a message on the landline phone from the Overland Park Police Department.”
“What the fuck? Did they say what they wanted?”
He shakes his head, “No just left a number. It’s still on the machine. You have a warrant or something?” Funny guy.
“Fuck you, I haven’t been in Kansas for three years.”
He shrugs and goes back to whatever the hell he’s doing on his laptop. Jackson is the numbers guy in our business. I’m the people guy. We work like the well-oiled machines we trick out for our extremely rich clients that in turn make sure we’re rich. Win, win. Jax is a mountain with tattoos and is intimidating as hell. I’m big with tattoos, but my awesome looks bring in customers not to mention plenty of pussy. Conceited, I know.
I deal with the customer relations side of the business because Jackson has zero tolerance for bullshit, and crazy as it seems; I feed off the bullshit. Luckily we’ve got some seriously wicked mechanics and body restoration specialists making our garage the most successful in Oklahoma. We’ve become quite fucking wealthy in the last few years.
I go to the kitchen and grab up our landline to get the number; then I head to my room. I dial in the 913 and wonder what the actual fuck Overland Park Police Department wants from me. “Overland Park Police Department. How may I direct your call?”
“My name is Dylan Monroe. I have a message to call Detective Morrison.”
“Hold please.”
A gruff voice answers, “This is Detective Morrison.”
“Yeah, this is Dylan Monroe. I got a message that you called.”
“Yes. I’m very sorry to tell you this, especially over the phone, rning in her head, “Dylan is this something you and Jax have worked out for you to get out of a one-night stand? I’m not stupid; I know your reputation.” Then why the fuck are you wondering what I’m doing? Of course, I can’t say this. Goddamn, tequila.
Now I have to try to make her feel better without leading her on, “I swear, Jax has called me several times, and he never does that. I need to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She stands up completely naked and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her overly large, fake tits against my chest. Right before her lips touch mine I turn my head, and they land on my jaw. I don’t kiss, and I guess she hasn’t picked up on that fact. It’s too personal and gives off the wrong impression. “Yes, you will.” I think she tried to purr. Was that supposed to be sexy?
Shit! I’ve got my out for tonight but have no clue what the hell I’ll be dealing with tomorrow. If this goes south, Jax will kick my ass. I decide to wait until I get home to talk to Jax, just to get the hell out.
When I walk into our living room, Jax is propped in the cornebut your father, Daniel and his wife, Sylvia, were involved in an accident this afternoon.”
What the hell! “Are they okay?”
“I’m sorry, but they were both pronounced dead at the scene.”
I have to sit down on my bed to stop the room from spinning and shake it off long enough to ask about my next question. “Um, what about my brothers and sisters? Are they okay?”
“The youngest, Gabrielle, was in the crash, but there were no physical injuries. The other three were not in the vehicle.”
I let out a small breath of relief that my siblings are okay. “Where are they?”
“Right now they are in the care of social services, but that’s temporary, and we were hoping you can come and get them right away.”
My dad and his wife Sylvia were both only children and their parents were both long gone. I’m the only family the kids have left. “Of course, I live in Oklahoma City, but I’ll find a flight or drive there, whichever is quicker.” He gives me the contact information for social services to call when I get into town. I need to talk to Jax and get on the road.
When Jax sees me coming into the living room, he notices right away that something is off. “What happened?”
“My dad and Sylvia are dead.”
“Shit, man. I’m sorry. What happened?”
“Car wreck.”
“Are the kids okay?”
“Yeah, I have to get to them.” I take a seat on a bar stool at the kitchen island that separates our living room to discuss my leaving for a few days. I know we have some new clients coming in.
Jackson moves back to the couch and picks up his laptop. After a minute he looks over at me, “No flights until tomorrow. We driving?”
I stand up. “Yeah, but someone has to take care of the garage.”
He grabs his keys and heads for the door. “I’ll call Joe on the way. He’s capable of watching over things for a few days. Let’s go.”
I don’t bother to argue and just follow him to his truck. With Jackson behind the wheel, I don’t have to worry about driving. I know life as I’ve been living it, is about to get blown wide open. It’s going to be a long five-hour drive to Kansas. We’re clipping north up I-35 when Jackson finally begins talking. Damn, this is going to fuck with his life too. He’s my roommate, and there’s a high probability that I’m getting stuck with four kids. “Do you want to talk about it?” Okay, not what I was expecting.
I continue looking straight ahead, “About what?”
He’s watching the road as he continues, “Well, how about the fact that you haven’t talked to your family for three years. You have to be wigging out about this a little.”
I shake my head, “Nope, don’t want to talk about it.”
He nods his head. “Okay, so do you think you will be raising your brothers and sisters? I mean, you are their only family, right?”
“Yeah, I don’t know. I really don’t see my old man wanting me raising his other kids. I’m sure they have a family friend or something.”
“I don’t know, man. Sylvia was big on family. So let’s say you do get custody of them, what’s going to happen?”
At the moment, I’m having trouble trying to process what’s happened to give a clear answer,“I don’t know. I just want to get there, make sure they’re okay, and then play it by ear.”
He nods and we spend the rest of the trip making small talk about the shop which keeps me from having to worry about seeing my brothers and sisters after three years of radio silence. They have to hate me if they even remember me.
We arrive in Overland Park, which is a large suburb of Kansas City. It’s five in the morning, so I give the contact number a try. A recording informs me the office doesn’t open until nine. We decide to find a hotel and get some rest.
Jackson falls right to sleep after the long drive, and I’m staring at the fucking ceiling with a million damn thoughts going on in my head. I don’t remember much about my mom since she died of a drug overdose when I was five. My dad had married Sylvia when I was ten.
They immediately became a baby factory. First came Luke, followed by Cassie, Michael, and Gabby. I remember giving Sylvia shit in the beginning, but she stayed tough. Eventually, she won me over. She’s the only one I’ve talked to in the last three years after shit went down with my dad.
My phone alarm finally goes off at 8:45. At Social Services, we meet with a frazzled woman. After I tell her my name, she tells me how sorry she is for my loss.
I nod. “Thank you. I need to see my siblings.”
“Of course.” She flips through the huge pile of papers on her desk until she pulls out a file that’s labeled, ‘Monroe’. “Ah, okay. There’s some paperwork you need to fill out, and I need to get a copy of your ID. After that, we can pick up your siblings.”
Finally, after the paperwork is complete, Jackson and I are following her to a house across town to get the kids. I’m a nervous fucking wreck. Shit is about to get real.



Meet Nicole Dykes~

I  grew up in a small rural town in Kansas and currently live in a suburb of Kansas City. I love to read books that have main characters that are seriously flawed. I love to write and have been writing since I was in grade school. I wrote for my college newspaper and I just published my first book March 2015! It is the first of a series and I am now working on the 2nd book!


Connect with Nicole~
Twitter: @nicoledykes87


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Friday, April 29, 2016

Cover Reveal... Shari J Ryan's A Heart of Time

A Heart of Time by Shari J Ryan
Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: MadHat Books 
Release Date: May 18, 2016

Synopsis

“Time of death...” the doctor said.

I won’t forget that moment I looked over at Ellie—the paleness of her once rosy cheeks, the blue hue coating her perfect lips—the woman I had been with since we were five years old. My wife. My best friend...and the mother to our newborn baby girl.

You promised me we would be together forever, I wanted to tell her.She gave me her forever, I told myself. Her forever just ended at twenty-five.

“You need to say your goodbyes...” the doctor said.

How do I say goodbye to the one person in my life I could never say goodbye to?

My body is numb, and my heart hurts. Hurts like someone just ripped it out of my chest. Which is ironic ...

“We are going to remove her heart now, Hunter. It was her wish to donate,” the doctor said.

She never told me this.

She never told me another woman would carry on with her beating heart. She never told me this woman knew me but wouldn’t let me know her.

She never told me if I should follow her heart, or if I should follow mine.

She knew. She could have told me...

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1S8bXOI



Giveaway
One of Five ARCs for A Heart of Time


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Release Day.... Jessa Jacob's RECOIL Trilogy Bundle

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Author: Jessa Jacobs
Title: Recoil Trilogy Bundle
Release Date:  April 29, 2016
Publisher: Mad for Romance Publishing
Cover Designer: MadHat Books
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Editor: Candice Royer

~ Book 1 ~


Blurb:
Reluctant step-siblings Julia and Colin meet for the first time at an engagement party for their parents, and dislike each other on sight despite their undeniable physical chemistry. They soon find they have a common interest, though – stopping the inappropriate and hasty marriage of her mother to his father.


When they discover that the recent death of her father might have had something to do with his father’s business, the common interest turns them into allies. But what will they do about their own sizzling chemistry?


Recoil is the first novella in a serialized trilogy.



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Excerpt:
"We didn't get much chance to get to know each other at the engagement party," I ventured, smiling my most charming smile.
"Why should we? I don't anticipate much family togetherness," she snapped. The smile that followed was a perfect imitation of the ones catty women in my father's social circles gave each other while uttering double entendres about each other's clothing, sexual preferences, or extramarital conquests. It was so perfect I burst out laughing.
"Glad I could amuse you," she said. "Care to tell me what in particular was so funny?"
"Nope. But let's cut the act. We're on the same side, really. I don't like this marriage, and you don't like this marriage. My objections should be obvious, but yours are a little murkier. Why don't we lay our cards on the table, join forces, and stop it?"
This time, I allowed my figurative fangs to show. The woman was too smart to fall for any of my subterfuges, and I wanted to see how she'd handle the real me. Yeah, pun intended again.
She was studying me, and I allowed it, letting the silence stretch out. Most women would have filled it with prattle or protested my statement. She did neither. The first one of us to speak would lose some kind of contest, and I had no intention of losing.
She was saved by the server coming back to take her order. Startled, she looked at her watch and allowed another expression of annoyance to surface. "I guess my meeting is a no-go," she said to me. Then she ordered a surprisingly hearty breakfast for a woman of her svelte proportions.
After that, the contest of wills was broken anyway. I felt no sense of victory as she took up the conversation where I'd left it minutes ago.
"All right. I see no harm in telling you my objections. My father has been gone less than six months. It's inappropriate – too rushed. I don't understand why your father would be so anxious to marry that he'd defy convention in this way. And I'd like to know more about why my mother finds herself in circumstances that seem to require it if she's to maintain her way of life. So yes, I object to the marriage. But it isn't my place to stop it. You're on your own there."
I hadn't thought of it in the exact same terms, but now she'd said it in that way, I had the same questions. Dad hadn't been forthcoming about why he'd marry her instead of just keeping her as a mistress. With a new respect for the daughter, I began to agree that Audrey wasn't the type of woman to be satisfied with such an arrangement, even though the marriage was little more. At least it would be a respectable way to be kept.
At the moment, I was far more interested in Julia than I wanted to be. It was one thing to fantasize about taking her and then moving on. But her cool demeanor intrigued me. Did it conceal a fiery sexuality, or was she all business? There was nothing but my gut instinct to hint of the former. However, my gut had never been wrong. Despite her matter-of-fact speech and the conservative business suit that muted her curves, I was semi-aroused.
"You aren't the only one who's curious about that. Frankly, I asked my dad the same thing. Why the damned hurry? He blew me off." Almost before I'd ended my sentence, I regretted saying so much.
I'd said we were on the same side, but it wasn't the truth. She'd be loyal to her mother no matter how she felt about the issue. Or so I believed. Her next words were as frank as mine, surprising me. I expected her, an excellent lawyer, to hold her cards close to her chest. And a lovely chest it was. Instead, her eyes changed from her practiced neutrality to sharp interest.
"Really? You know, I know exactly why my mother's in a hurry. I hadn't thought about why your dad would go along with it." In my turn, I raised my eyebrows to encourage her to say more.
"You no doubt understand that she's marrying him for money, although she tells me she has grown to love him. Honestly, I'm puzzled about two things. One, what happened to my dad's estate. I know he'd have provided for Mother, and yet she tells me she has too little to live on. And two, why she'd choose a man more than a decade her senior. She's still a beautiful and relatively young woman. No offense against your dad, but he's not in her league in that way."
I had to choke back a guffaw. She thought looks trumped money? And here I'd thought she was smart. On the other hand, it gave me an advantage. I knew what I looked like. I had mirrors, after all, and I had the reaction of women I passed on the street and in the course of business. This seduction was going to be fun. Sorry, Dad, can't resist.

~ Book 2 ~


Blurb:
Julia and Colin no longer think of themselves as step-siblings. As much allies as lovers, they have more immediate issues. Like how to seek out and destroy the Russian Mafia-connected group that hounded her father to death, and what to do about the workplace harassment of Julia by a man with a secret, violent past? But the most dangerous issue of all might be what happens when Julia’s mother discovers her daughter and step-son have acted on their mutual attraction…



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~ Book 3~


Blurb:
In this fast-paced conclusion to the Recoil serial trilogy, past and present collide as Julia and Colin desperately work to unravel the connections between the man who attacked Julia and the group that attacked her father. Will their allies put it together before someone else gets hurt? Can their fragile relationship withstand the turmoil? Who will be the next to lose their life?



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Meet Jessa Jacobs:

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.


So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.


When I’m not writing (which is almost never) I enjoy reading, hiking in the foothills near Denver, live blues music, karaoke and now and then indulging in her karaoke habit.


If you'd like to know more about me, my books, or special offers for free reading, please check my website.


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