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Nick Frost is a man adrift; lost without the one thing that holds him together. Only Mia can save him from himself, but she knows what she saw. Will she find it within herself to forgive?

Keeping secrets can test love to its limits. Mia has kept things hidden too. How will Nick react when he discovers Mia isn’t quite the girl he thinks she is? Will Nick let Mia into his head as well as his heart and lay his ghosts to rest?

They say true love is strong enough to weather any storm. Well there’s a whole heap of trouble blowing in from the west. When Nick acts before thinking, will Mia come up with a plan to ensure his freedom?

“Love is seeing all the flaws and accepting them. Love is recognizing all the fears and insecurities.”

Can Nick and Mia accept each other’s flaws. Can they both Let Go of their fears and insecurities and find their way to their Happy Ever After?

Excerpt

I’m out of the cab a nanosecond after it comes to a halt outside the club. It’s still early, but already there’s a line of people hoping to get in. One of the security blokes unhooks the purple rope as I approach.

Ray emerges from inside. I don’t fail to notice the look that passes between him and Aide. Fucking hell, I don’t need two nursemaids. Why can’t they just leave me to my misery? I don’t want their sympathy or their concern.

I grunt in reply to Ray’s welcome and go inside.

The pounding beat of the music reverberates beneath my feet as I cross the entrance lobby. I must look like I mean business because the rope at the bottom of the staircase that leads to the upper floor is unhooked tout-fucking-suite and I don’t even have to break my stride.

Upstairs in the VIP section I make straight for the bar.

‘Vodka,’ I tell the barman. ‘And not that shit you give the punters. Koniks.’

The barman looks past me, over my shoulder. I glance round in time to see Aide give a small nod. Fuck that pisses me off.

I glare at the barman. ‘What the fuck are you looking at him for?’

The barman looks all kinds of nervous as well he fucking should. I’m his boss for fuck’s sake. He takes the vodka from the drinks fridge and reaches for a tumbler.

‘Forget the glass.’ I snatch the bottle out of his hand.

‘Classy,’ Aide sneers behind me.

I tell him to fuck off and head to the farthest seating area.

Flopping down on the sofa, I unscrew the cap from the chilled bottle and throw it on the table. Ah, the first taste is always the best. Okay it’s not my first tonight, but still.

Aide places a glass in front of me and sits on the opposite sofa.

I stare at him. ‘Got a problem?’

‘Your drinking is bad enough. You could at least try not to look like some wino.’

That’s funny. Yeah, some wino I am; sitting in one of the most expensive clubs in London in a thousand pound suit. ‘Fuck you.’

Aide sighs and takes a swig from his bottle of Stella. Okay for him to drink from the bottle then.

‘So is this how it’s going to be? You drinking away our profits, not to mention your life,’ Aide asks as I pour vodka halfway up the small tumbler.

I raise the glass to my lips. ‘Start a fucking tab then. You know I’m good for it.’ Fuck. I’m good for ten lifetimes.

But it’s this one that’s killing me.

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Beguiled:

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About the Author

From a small child I’ve loved to lose myself in stories. I’m a firm believer that if heaven exists, it contains every novel ever written and has big squishy sofas to curl up on and read for all eternity.

My comedy play, The Magazine was performed at The Bush Theatre in London and my poetry has been published in several anthologies. However, what I really wanted to write were novels. With several unfinished manuscripts languishing in the depths of my computers hard drive, it was my discovery of erotic romance that led me to the realisation this is the genre I should be writing.

As English as they come, I couldn’t survive without tea. From Rachmaninov to Aerosmith my taste in music is best described as eclectic. And I make a mean chocolate cake.

I currently live in London, England, but dream of moving to the coast. A long held desire I really hope to fulfill one day.

I had an absolute blast writing Beguiled and In Too Deep and I hope you enjoy them, along with book 3 of The Frost Trilogy due to be released late summer 2015. I realise the colloquial dialogue and British idioms may be new to some readers, but Mia is English as am I and she speaks with a definitive English voice - I couldn’t have written my feisty, intelligent, well-read heroine any other way. Maybe I should have included a glossary! LOL

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Saturday, August 29, 2015

#Excerpts #Giveaway Caged Series by @Savage7289 @RSofRomance

Liam & Tria’s gritty love story concludes in RELEASED!

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Blurb

Oblivion is a sweet, sweet place.

No pain. No disturbing thoughts of the past. No guilt from my recent actions.

Deep down, there is still a part of me that knows how screwed up I am. I don’t see a way out, not now. Tria’s gone, and the possibility of her forgiving me in my current state is exactly zero. I know I have to pull myself together, accept my responsibilities, and try to make amends, but I have no idea where to start.

No job. No apartment. I’m living on the streets with the other junkies. As little as I had to offer Tria before, I have nothing to give her now. The only way out is to come clean and tell Tria the truth about my past, but the idea of reliving the memories is so painful, I can’t think about it long enough to figure out a solution.

I’ve hit rock bottom, and I don’t even know which way is up any more.

Excerpt

I reached out and touched the edge of the pillow. It was insanely soft and warm. I stroked it, and images of Tria’s breasts crawled through my head, making me smile. I stroked my cock as I thought about her, but I couldn’t come.

I could hear a voice in the other room, but it didn’t concern me, so I didn’t move. Through heavy eyelids, I watched the piles of dirty laundry all over the floor. I found shapes of animals in the patterns, just like cloud pictures.

“The beans are gone.”

I rolled my head to the side and looked up at Krazy Katie’s face. I smiled and tried to say something, but my tongue wasn’t cooperating. I focused on her eyes as they stared down at me quizzically.

“Trains need an engineer,” Krazy Katie said.

“It’s okay,” I said. My tongue still felt weird, all numb and heavy. I twisted it around in my mouth, and it tickled my teeth. I blinked a couple of times before looking back at my neighbor. “I got the helm. I’m all good.”

Did trains have a helm, or was that just boats? I laughed.

Krazy Katie covered her eyes with one hand. I could see her chest rising and falling as she took long breaths. I started counting slowly in my head but quickly forgot the number.

“Left the station,” she said quietly. “No engineer. Kicked in the caboose. Nothing but tracks.”

She turned in slow motion, and I watched vapor trails of her dull blue T-shirt swirl around the room as she left. I heard the window slide shut and then silence.

“I’m all good,” I whispered.

There was no reply.

Even though my arms and legs were way too content to be bothered with moving, I shoved myself out of bed anyway. My rig was sitting on the kitchen table, all ready to go. I was still pretty high, but I could feel darkness closing in around me, and I didn’t want it.

I wanted warmth and happiness.

Plastic tube, arm slap, needle prick.

“Like a fucking pro.”

I lay my head on the table as the fluid sensations rippled through me. Tria didn’t matter. She’d forgive me in time. In fact, she was probably already over it. How could she not be?

“I’m good. Really, I am.”

I was never one to lie to myself, but it was getting easier all the time.

Excerpt

I watched Yolanda walk out of the cage. Apparently, I kept looking in her direction too long. I took a blow to the head before I realized the fight had started.

I stumbled back, shook my head, and regained my footing. I raised my fists up in front of my face, and danced lightly on my toes, waiting for his next move. We circled slowly, jabbing but not finding our marks. My head swam again.

I needed to put an end to this. I needed to get it over with so I could take my winnings and get more smack. I had come down too hard and too fast. I had to get straight again.

I rushed him, striking out with my right and then my left. I took an elbow to the face, and felt my neck snap back.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back, and the guy was straddling my chest. I registered my head being thrown from side to side with punches, but I couldn’t focus enough to get him off me. I jabbed at his sides, but it was ineffective.

With my head spinning, I slammed my hand against the ground three times.

“Woo hoo!” The challenger jumped off of me and started running around the small cage.

I could hear cheers, boos, and people screaming at me, but I couldn’t comprehend the words. I rolled over and pushed myself up before stumbling out of the cage.

“Jesus, Liam!” Back in the locker room, Yolanda fussed around the cut over my eye and my bloody lip as I tried to push her hands away and get my jeans back on. “What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”

“Just forget it!” I yelled. “I need to get going.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that? You got nothing waiting for you at home.”

I pulled my shoulders close together and bit down on the pad of my thumb. I didn’t remember telling Yolanda about Tria leaving, but apparently I had. I was afraid to open my mouth now. I tensed every muscle to keep myself from trembling. If Yolanda noticed, she’d figure out why.

If she figured it out, she’d stop me.

Is that such a bad thing?

Yes, most definitely.

I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t have Yolanda knowing what I was doing and dragging me somewhere to clean up. She would take back the cash she’d just given me, and I’d be royally fucked. I couldn’t let that happen.

“I gotta go,” I said again. I shouldered past her and out the door, ignoring her calls after me. I didn’t stop at the bar or acknowledge the fans around me as I left.

I took the cash I’d earned to Max and traded it for all the heroin I could get. I returned to my apartment and banged up.

Bliss.

Everything was perfect.

CAGED Series Reading Order

Takedown (Book One) Caged Series

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About the Author:

Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich - and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.

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Suit and Slut (The Twin Duo)

Best Selling Author Jettie Woodruff

SUIT Release Date: September 21^st

SLUT Release Date: October 26th

SUIT Synopsis:

Once upon a time I was Gabby Delgardo.

And then I wasn’t…

I was Gabriella Pierce.

Stepford wife.

Soccer mom.

Paxton’s trophy.

PTA parent.

Housekeeper.

Chef…

And the slut…

We were the model couple. Picture perfect in the eyes of the beholder. A beauty created by our observers. A flawless marriage with a lifetime agreement. One made to suit both our needs.

I signed my name on the dotted line. My marriage certificate.

Lies. Regrets. Secrets from the past.

I was Gabriella Pierce.

And then I wasn’t…

SLUT Synopsis:

Once upon a time I was Gabriella Pierce

And then I wasn’t.

I was a liar.

A murderer.

A cheat.

And a slut. His slut.

Once upon a time I was a twin.

And then I wasn’t.

The Twin Duo

Suit /Slut

September 21^st October 26^th
“I’m not sure you want me

cooking for you, or anyone else. I feel like you kidnapped me and you’re trying to give me this life that’s not really mine. I don’t feel like the type to be controlled.”

Paxton placed a finger over both my lips and shushed me with a quiet, “Shhh, hush now. I assure you with everything in me that you are the type to be controlled. That’s why you suck my dick. That’s why your legs fall apart whenever I come near you. You’re a slut. My slut. I own you.” His dry, sultry words, touched my lips while his fingsers slid down the middle of my neck. One straight line. The dry swallow stuck in my chest when his hold over me wrapped gently around my throat. His grip tightened and his lips met mine. “Shhh, don’t talk, baby girl. Turn around and go take a shower like you were told”

My eyes cowardly dropped to the floor and I submitted.

Bestselling Author

Jettie Woodruff

My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don't know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that's what makes me happy. I don't want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy's, taboo; touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn't make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy Reading.