NOVA AND QUINTON: NO REGRETS by Jessica Sorensen (April 15, 2014; Forever E-Book; $4.99)
Today is the first day of Quinton Carter's new life. The toxic guilt of his past left him in pieces-but one girl unexpectedly put him back together. Thanks to Nova Reed, Quinton can finally see the world with clear eyes. She's the reason his heart is still kicking behind the jagged scar on his chest. And he would love to have her in his arms every minute of the day . . . but he's not ready yet.
Playing drums in a band and living with her best friends are just some of the highlights of Nova's life. But the best new development? Talking to Quinton on the phone each night. She wishes she could touch him, kiss him, though she knows he needs time to heal. Yet shocking news is on the way-a reminder of life's dark side-and Nova will need Quinton like he once needed her. Is he strong enough to take the final leap out of his broken past . . . and into Nova's heart?
Excerpt:
Prologue
Nova
December 28, the day of the funeral
It’s a strange feeling, getting
ready to watch someone get put under the ground into their final resting place.
I’ve been to enough funerals to know that my senses always become hyper-aware of everything going on around me: the touch of the wind seems
stronger, the sun a little more blinding, the smell of the leaves, grass, and
fresh dirt overpowering. It’s like my mind is reaching out and trying to grasp
each aspect of the moment, when part of me wants nothing more than to forget.
I’m actually at the church earlier
than I’m supposed to be and I don’t even know why, other than that sitting home
for a second longer just didn’t seem possible. So I left the house without
telling anyone and got in my cherry-red Chevy Nova, the car my dad left to me
when he died, and drove it to the church where my dad’s and Landon’s funeral
took place. And in just a bit, I’ll say good-bye to another person I once knew
and will never see again.
Now that I’m here, staring at the
brick building with a white tower pointing to the sky, I’m not sure what I
should do. I’m three hours early to a funeral, which might say a lot about me.
A lot of people would likely show up late, wanting to avoid death for as long
as possible, but I’ve become so familiar with it it’s unsettling.
After sitting in the car for about
ten minutes, watching snowflakes fall from the sky and frost the grass and the
windshield, I decide to take video instead. I didn’t bring the fancy camera my
mom gave me, but the one on my phone works and honestly I use that one a lot
more because it’s handy for sporadic recording, which seems to be my specialty.
I blow out a deep breath as I sit
back in the seat, aim the camera at myself, and hit record. I have the screen
flipped to me and my image immediately pops up. I look tired. The bags under my
eyes are pretty obvious, even though I’ve tried to cover them up with makeup,
and my brown hair wasn’t being cooperative so I ended up pulling it up into a
ponytail. I’m wearing a black dress and earrings and the contrast with my fair
skin makes me look pallid.
“It’s amazing how everything can
seem so perfect one moment and then suddenly it’s not. How quickly perfection
can evaporate… how rare it is.” I pause, gathering my thoughts. “I’ve seen a
lot of death. More than the normal person, probably. I watched my father’s life
vanish in front of me within minutes. Found my boyfriend’s body right after he
took his own life. Too early. Too suddenly. Both of them. I never had time to
prepare myself and I thought it was the worst feeling in the world. I always
wondered how different it would be, if it ever happened again. If maybe the
third or fourth time around, I wouldn’t hurt so badly. If it’d be easier
letting someone go now that I’ve had so much practice.” I tuck a fallen strand
of my bangs behind my ear and swallow the lump in my throat. “And maybe it has
gotten easier… but it still hurts. I still shed tears… it’s still agonizing…
painful…” I trail off as a few tears slip from my eyes and roll down my cheeks.
“Even now, just thinking about some of the stuff I saw… I should have stopped
it… should have done things differently…” I trail off, staring at the window.
“But I didn’t… and now they’re gone forever.”
About Jessica Sorensen:
Jessica Sorensen is a #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives with her husband and three kids in Idaho. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.
The best and worst type of book for me to read is the one where the author guts me. This happened in this series. In Breaking Nova I bawled. In Saving Quinton, I bawled. So when this book came out I was scared. I mean Quinton was so fragile and even though we knew he was finally going to get help and go through rehab in the back of my mind I was worried because he was on a stronger drug than Nova.
I loved that he got his stuff together and that he moved forward. I loved the reunion between him and Nova, like the car. These two were just pulled together and they fit each other perfectly. It was heartbreaking to witness the struggle that Nova went through trying to save Quinton in the last book but sweet to see the direction his life took him in this one.
Jessica Sorensen has the ability to pull you in, make you root for the underdog and bring a heartbreaking story full circle. I wish the ending would have given a further glimpse into the future of Quinton and Nova but at least they were at a good place with their lives and each other. This book did not disappoint.
From the New York Times bestselling author of Into the Deep
LIVE YOUNG. LIVE HARD. LOVE DEEP.
Charley and Jake’s story concludes in Out of the Shallows…
Somehow, after everything they’ve been through, Jake Caplin and Charley Redford made their way back to one another. But finding each other and staying together are two completely different things.
When Charley’s world is flipped upside down, she begins to question the choices and decisions she’s made since her arrival in Edinburgh, and in an effort to grip onto what she holds most dear she believes she must sacrifice her love for Jake.
Returning to the States for her senior year, Charley struggles to find peace and happiness. While everyone else seems to be finding themselves in college, Charley is terrified that, along with almost everything else that’s important to her, she’s lost herself.
While friends and family deal with their own tumultuous lives, there is one person resolved to uncover the reason behind Charley’s sudden defection and unhappiness. Refusing to give up without a fight, Jake believes he is the only one who can truly understand what Charley is going through, and this time he’s determined to prove he’s there for her no matter what obstacles are thrown in their way.
However, as Charley strives to make it through the biggest personal journey of her life thus far, there is no guarantee that the woman she is becoming will still need Jake as much as the girl she once was did...
I couldn’t actually dispute any of that, which made me even more pissed, hurt, defensive, scared and … confused.
I started to shiver. “I … I can’t do this.” I turned away.
I hadn’t taken two steps when I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. Jake tugged me, forcefully, pulling me around so I stumbled into his chest. His lips crashed down on mine, his kiss hungry, desperate, angry …
For a moment I forgot everything else but the hard pressure of his mouth on mine, the smell of his cologne, the feel of his body. I was surrounded.
Drowning.
And I let it happen.
His lips moved from my mouth to my chin, along my jaw, as his hand slid up my waist, his thumb just grazing my breast. I sighed, my body arching into his. I was hot. Hot and wanting. Nothing else mattered but the way I felt when he touched me.
His voice was ragged in my ear. “I’ve missed you so much. I love you so fucking much.” He squeezed my waist and pulled me closer, his mouth reaching for mine again but those three little words had broken through the spell of lust created by Jake’s proximity and the four beers I’d had.
“Stop,” I whispered, pushing gently on his chest.
Live young. Live hard. Love deep.
Charley Redford was just an ordinary girl until Jake Caplin moved to her small town in Indiana and convinced her she was extraordinary. Almost from day one Jake pulled Charley into the deep and promised he was right there with her. But when a tragic incident darkened Jake’s life he waded out into the shallows and left Charley behind.
Almost four years later Charley thinks she’s moved on. That is until she takes a study year abroad in Edinburgh and bumps into none other than Jake Caplin at a party with his new girlfriend. The bad-boy-turned-good attempts to convince Charley to forgive him, and as her best friend starts spending time with Jake’s, Charley calls a truce, only to find herself tumbling back into a friendship with him.
As they grow closer, the spark between them flares and begins playing havoc with their lives and relationships. When jealousy and longing rear their destructive heads, Charley and Jake struggle to come to grips with what they mean to one another.
And even if they work it out, there is no guarantee Charley will ever trust Jake to lead her back into the deep…
Samantha Young is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. She's been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Author and Best Romance for her international bestselling novel ON DUBLIN STREET. ON DUBLIN STREET is Samantha's first adult contemporary romance and has been sold in twenty six countries.
Eli Blue Savage doesn’t trust musicians, especially those that idolize her
dad. Her heart’s beenbroken by everyone she’s ever loved. Fairytale dreams and the music she
locks inside her heart are all that keep her alive.
The musician with a dark past…
Deacon Chastain plays a blue guitar to match his rock idol, the man that
saved him from a path of destruction. His life revolves around music;
it’s the only thing that saves him from the darkness.
Hearts beat to the same rhythm…
Broken and scarred by their pasts, can they find a way to heal and move
forward? No matter the adversity, even the hardest of hearts can be
softened by love – music is easy; life is hard.
EXCERPT:
Eli Blue
“Deacon! Deacon! Deacon!” the hoard of girls chanted, as
they pushed and shoved, trying to get closer to the empty stage.
The unmistakable sound of a Fender Stratocaster echoed
through the small arena, inciting the masses even further. The crowd was a living, breathing entity all
its own that swayed and surged with every note.
As the opening guitar solo edged forward, I could smell sweet excitement
filling the air; unfortunately, the scent was dampened by sweat and stale beer.
“C’mon, hurry your ass up!” I shouted to my friend, Willow,
before I started weaving through the flesh-hungry mob. Willow wrapped her arms
around my waist trying not to get trampled.
After elbowing every single person in our path, we finally
reached the barricade a few feet from the stage. Immediately, we were greeted
by a snarling security guard that wasn’t happy to see us ascending into sacred
territory. He held up his hands in a
silent plea for us to stop, which did nothing but make me roll my eyes. I’d never felt entitled to things in my life;
however, free reign at this place was a given, and the only thing I ever
demanded.
I flashed the sweetest smile I could manage, and was just
about to inform him who my dad was, when a man dressed in a business suit
gestured for the guard to let us pass. I
smiled at the suit and he returned the gesture with a nod of his head just
before he disappeared behind a door leading under the stage. Realization of who I was, or actually who my
dad was, flooded over the guard’s face.
His eyes grew wide and reverence appeared – with a touch of pity.
“That never gets old.” Willow yelled in my ear over the
screams and hollers for the concert to begin.
“What?” I shouted back.
“When they finally realize you’re someone important and
retreat.” She laughed.
I shook my head. “But I’m not.” I informed her.
“Yes, you are, Elizabeth, and it won’t be long ‘til I’m
someone special, too.” She said with a wink.
I rolled my eyes at her before turning my attention back to
the stage just as a single light began to rise.
The guitar solo slowly faded and was followed by the pounding of a kick
drum. Boom, boom, boom. I could feel my heart mirror the slow,
methodical beat. Boom, boom, boom.
Anticipation built within me causing heat to cover my body,
and sweat to roll down the middle of my back.
Music always had a way of exciting me.
I’d grown up with it - I’d never known anything different. Even when I’d been shielded from its harsh
glare, a constant rhythm still flowed through my veins.
A shadowy figure appeared at the center microphone directly
in front of us.
“Oh shit there he is, there he is!” Willow screamed, jumping
up and down.
I burst into laughter because I’d never seen her act like
this before.
“Damn girl, calm down! He’s just some lead singer. We’ve definitely met our fair share before.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders forcing her to calm down.
She pointed toward the stage, “Duke’s different—dear Lord is
he different. Just wait ‘til you hear
him sing and you’ll be ready to rip his clothes off, too.”
“Fuck me, Duke!” echoed behind me. I turned to see a leggy blonde with the
brightest red lips I’d ever seen, flashing her tits at the stage. I’d never understand how any woman thought
that would help her chances at snagging a man.
Sleazy desperation was never attractive on anyone, no matter how much
lipstick you tried to cover it with.
A low, sexy growl came through the sound system, drawing my
attention back to the stage. Standing
center stage was a towering man wearing nothing but black leather pants. His long blonde hair hung down his back and
teased the crowd by subtly camouflaging his muscles that appeared to bulge in
all the right places.
“That’s him, that’s him.” Willow shouted, digging her nails
into my upper arm.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah, he looks good, but I need to
hear him first.”
“He plays guitar, too. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t drag you here
for a singer that didn’t play, too.”
Willow dragged me here tonight in hopes I’d sign her
favorite new band to my dad’s management company; technically, it was my management company now, even though I
refused to call it that. Savage Man had
become mine four years ago on my eighteenth birthday. Before that my mother almost ran it into the
ground from the day her guardianship of me granted her the right.
My dad hadn’t been a part of my life since all the glitz and
glam took him from me when I was barely thirteen years old. Not nearly old
enough to know how his absence would affect my entire world, let alone how he’d
want me to lead his brainchild.
Willow’s band, The Elle’s, was the first band I signed when
I officially started working at Savage Man full time last month, after graduating
college. An all girl rock band, no one
could go wrong with the way these girls looked, not to mention their amount of
talent. Simply, they kicked ass. The only problem was the estrogen induced
drama that occurred on a daily basis. But Willow had been the only constant in
my life, and I’d do anything to help her achieve her dreams.
“Hey, are you even listening to him?” Willow whined.
“I’m listening,” I snapped. I was definitely listening, and
his voice was impressive. Clear and
smooth, just like she’d said it was.
The bridge of the song played and the lead guitar picked up,
sending chills dancing across my skin. I
moved to my left and on to my tiptoes, trying to peer over the tall stage, but
couldn’t see the guitar player. His half
of the stage was too dark; the only beam of light focused on Duke, who was busy
grinding his hips in the direction of every female he could find.
“Deacon Chastain.” Willow said with a huge smile. “That’s who you’re looking for over
there. He doesn’t come out of the
shadows very often. Apparently he likes
to sulk back there and be all broody.”
“He’s damn good. Why
didn’t you tell me about him?”
Her eyes gleamed with orneriness. “Because I wanted you to
discover him for yourself. Just wait; there’s a hell of a lot more to see.”
Song, after song played and I still hadn’t seen more than a
glimpse of Deacon through his shroud of darkness. Still, the sounds that came from his guitar
kept me entranced. I’d stopped listening
to the song as a whole, only feeling the vibrations of his picked guitar
strings darting through my core. They
felt so familiar, like I’d never listened to anyone, other than him, play.
“We are Unforgiven, and we hope we rocked you as hard as you
rocked us tonight. If not, be sure and
let us know, so we can tell you to go fuck yourself.” Duke shouted and the
crowd cheered. “Ladies, don’t forget the line for the backstage freaky train
forms to your left by the big bald security guard. As always, the last song of
the night goes to our fearless founder and leader, Deacon.”
I expected the crowd to go wild with more sexual favor
declarations from the half-naked Barbie’s all around me, but there was only
complete silence. Duke dropped the mic
with a shrill shriek, and the entire room immediately went black.
A dim light from the back of the stage slowly arced across
the venue, stopping and illuminating someone sitting on a bar stool with a black
hoodie pulled over his head. Now
backlit, the figure became a dark and menacing presence. A microphone stood in
front of him, waiting to be used, while a large guitar rested on his leg. Willow pulled on my arm and moved closer.
“That’s Deacon.” She said softly into my ear. “This is their
end of the show tradition - same song at the end of every show.”
The sound of his knuckles cracking filtered through the stillness
as a bright spotlight illuminated the front of his guitar. I gasped.
It was my guitar; my dad’s guitar.
I knew every single inch of my dad’s guitar and this was identical, even
down to the bright blue details. I felt
my heart fall to the floor, shattering into a million jagged pieces. He was another one, another guitar player
obsessed with my dad. I found them
everywhere, or more accurately, they
found me. I think some of them had a
tracking device attached to my ass with how quickly they could locate me. I’d spent my life fighting off Kirk Savage wannabes. Which never made sense to me—I’m his daughter,
so their path to becoming my “Rock God” dad should not include them vying to be
in my pants.
I heard Deacon slowly inhale then let out a long, steady stream
of air. Not a nervous gesture, but a
prayer for strength. He lightly strummed
his guitar and the sound invaded my senses.
He played a slow, light melody that had tears burning my eyes.
His fingers moved over the smooth strings, creating one of
the most genuine sounds I’d ever heard—every movement of his hand giving voice
to the desires of his heart. I’d been around enough musicians to know that was
the only way a mere human could compose such a melody, and in that moment, our
hearts were beating to the same rhythm.
His voice rang through the calm
bar and every eye was turned, hanging on his every word. His voice was light and rough, his words ran
together, just barely clear enough to understand.
Take her now; you need her more than I
She hasn’t ever truly been mine
Strike your claim; it’s been too long
I’ve been fighting, but you’ve won
There’s no way, don’t hide your eyes
Unused, unwanted, unclaimed
Some of my earliest memories were of me, sitting cross
legged in the middle of my dad’s studio, intently watching the faces of
musicians as they poured their heart and soul into their gift. My dad used to say, if the fans didn’t feel
like they’d lived an entire lifetime in his shoes after he performed, then he
needed to find another job. “Maybe an
accountant,” he’d joke, “they don’t need emotions.”
Music has always been the driving force in my life. It soothed my fears when I was overcome, and
guided the way when I was lost. I looked
to music like a religious man looks to his God – and it had yet to let me
down. If Deacon’s face wasn’t covered by
the darkness, I knew I would see every emotion evoked by his words. Music was easy, life was hard. Each haunting syllable he uttered crawled
deep into my soul.
“Holy shit, are you crying?” Willow shrieked from beside me,
and then laughed.
I touched my cheeks and felt wetness; I hadn’t even realized
I was crying. I wiped it away before
turning to look at her.
“No, I wasn’t crying.
Are you crazy?”
“Bullshit Elizabeth, you were freaking cryin’ and don’t try
to deny it.” She pointed her finger in my face and shook her head at me.
“Whatever, c’mon.” I said, looping our arms together and
heading toward backstage. “Do you, or do you not, want to meet Duke?”
“Damn right I’m gonna meet him; gotta meet him before I can
make him put a ring on it.”
She said with a laugh.
Author Bio:
Sarah Dosher was
born and raised in rural Oklahoma where she currently resides with her cowboy
husband and twins (one cowboy and one cowgirl). She spends her day slaving away
in healthcare and her nights pouring her heart out to her keyboard. She is
addicted to books and The Golden Girls. Her love for reading inspired her to
start her writing journey.
This book had it all...Love, Friend ship, Heart ache and Hottie Rockers! Who doesn't love those right?
A Blue Tale is a novel about a girl who had a rock star dad (who died from ODing). She has trouble letting go of the past, or I guess you could say, facing the truth. She really hadn't coped with her father's death. Until Deacon came into her life and showed her not to be afraid anymore.
Get ready forNYTBestselling Author Lexi Ryan’s new
series Here and Now! The first novel in the series, LOST IN ME, is a sexy New Adult
contemporary romance released April 7th!
LOST IN ME
is on SALE for just .99 cents the first week of release as a fan appreciation
from the author!
LOST IN MEis the
first book in the Here and Now series, a spin-off of the New York
Times and USA Today bestselling New Hope series. This
sexy amnesia love triangle is intended for mature readers.
The last thing I remember is having drinks at Brady’s
and trying to avoid eye-contact with my life-long crush—the gorgeous,
unattainable Maximilian Hallowell. They tell me that was a year ago, but I have
no memories of anything since then. What I do have is this ring on my finger
that Max says he gave me, and this much-thinner body I’ve dreamed of most of my
life. Aside from a case of retrograde amnesia, everything seems almost…perfect.
But the deeper I immerse myself into this new world of
mine—planning a wedding to a man I don’t remember dating, attempting to run a
business I don’t remember starting—the clearer it becomes that nothing is as it
seems. Do I have the life I’ve always wanted or is it a facade propped up by
secrets I don’t even know I have?
I need answers before I marry Max, and the only person
who seems to have them is the angry, tatted, sexy-as-sin rocker Nate Crane. And
Nate wants me for himself.
LOST IN ME is not a standalone novel, as the story
continues in Here and Now book two, FALL TO YOU, releasing in June.
The Here and Now Series
By Lexi Ryan
“Do you know what retrograde amnesia is? Because I just learned about it and I have this story idea…” This was few years ago on call with my critique partner. The conversation was supposed to be about the book I was finishing, but I was distracted by this shiny new story idea.
I carried this kernel of a story idea with me. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with it or whose story it was. I never know much about my plot when I start writing. Instead, I start with emotion and character, and I was fascinated with how it would feel to wake up and think you had to perfect life, think you’d finally gotten everything you wanted…but have no memory of how you got there.
Meanwhile, I was also carrying the character of Hanna with me. Hanna who has struggled with her weight her whole life, who’s totally in love with a guy she grew up with but believes herself to be completely unworthy. I met Hanna while I was first writing Maggie’s story (now Unbreak Me), and I knew from the beginning she needed her own story.
Then, one day while I was writing a scene in Wish I May that had Hanna pining for Max, the puzzle pieces floating around in my head clicked together. Since I’d already written about Max and already “met” Asher’s musician friend Nate Crane in my mind (I know, writers are weird), the rest of the premise fell into place. I knew not only that I needed to write this sexy amnesia love triangle for Hanna but that it had so many twists and turns it was going to take me more than one book to tell it. And so the Here and Now series was born—a series where the main character has to choose between the two incredibly sexy guys that want her. How do you make the right choice for your future when you can’t remember your own secrets?
I hope you’ll check out Lost in Me, book one of the Here and Now series.
This story hooked me right from the beginning and I couldn't put it down. Hanna wakes up in the hospital after a really bad fall down the stairs and now doesn't remember the past 11 months of her life. She is engaged to Max however the last she recalls is that he wanted nothing to do with her since he was crushing on her twin sister. Hanna is trying to piece together the past year and she thinks she has the perfect life but that doesn't last long when stranger Nate Crane ends up in her bed.
There were so many twist and turns in this story that I'm in complete awe of the author for pulling me through this story like she did. I love when a book has you trying to figure it out along with the character. I love the way the story was told and how Hanna's past was revealed. I CANNOT wait until the next book. I have soo many questions and theories twirling around in my head...Is it June yet for the next installment? Pick it up now and join the craziness that is Hanna's life.
I rate this book 4 out of 5 bookmarks!
About the Author
Once a college English professor, I now write full
time. I live in rural Indiana, where, when I’m not writing, I get to hang out
with my husband and two kids–a six-year-old boy and a two-year-old hellion, er,
girl. Not surprisingly, reading and writing remain my favorite activities,
though both come in bits and pieces these days, not the big hunks of time I
enjoyed before I had children. When I’m feeling virtuous, I like to go running
(I use that word liberally. I’m really, really slow) or do yoga. Don’t worry,
I’m always careful to balance out such activities with a hearty serving of ice
cream or a chocolate martini.
From the New York Times Best Selling Author of the Accidentally On Purpose trilogy…
“You were born to be mine and I was born to be yours.”
Donya Stewart’s chest filled with the soft beating wings of butterflies when she first met Emmet Grayne’s green eyes at the ripe age of five. Unable to identify the tugging pressure within her when in his presence, Donya moved through the first several years of her life addled by her feelings for the boy who was her best friend’s brother, and very much like her own sibling. But one cool autumn night in her mystifying teenage years, Emmet erases any ideas Donya has of him being anything like a sibling.
Donya and Emmet, unable to deny the invisible cord that fetters them together on an incredibly visceral level, begin a long journey on a road abounding with challenges, hurdles, and destructive forces. Their love for one another is absolute, and the emotional link between them is strong, but when they make a series of painful decisions and mistakes that pull them apart, the strength of that tether is challenged.
Donya’s career as a model took her around the world and away from Emmet who was working hard for his law degree. When Donya makes a hard decision for both of them, the tether between them stretches beyond what seems possible.
“The tether contorted and quivered and groaned in protest.”
Happy endings aren’t always a guarantee, even for two people who were born into this world for each other. With age comes maturity and hindsight. Will Emmet and Donya have to live apart and with the consequences of their choices? Will the link between them bring them together or prove to ensnare them in heartache?
If you are in search of an angst-filled romance novel, get tied into Tethered…
I must start this out with how much I absolutely loved the Accidentally on Purpose trilogy and was beyond excited to know that a character from that book had her own story to tell.
Donya is Emmy's best friend and she is a model but really we didn't know much more about her. You definitely do not need to read the trilogy in order to read this one.
This is a story full of angst, love and tons of heartbreak. Donya at a young age already had a connection to Emmett and it was so strong yet they always stayed in the brother/sister territory until one day they didn't. Donya was wise beyond her years due to her home life and kept a level head with how she wanted her relationship with Emmett to stay however at times I just wanted her to act like a normal teenager and take risks and make mistakes.
The connection that Emmett and Donya have is amazing yet way too many times did my heart break but thank goodness by the end it was put back together again. Donya and Emmett will take you on a whirlwind of a ride. Check it out!
L.D. Davis is the New York Times Bestselling author of the novel Accidentally On Purpose and the novella Pieces of Rhys. L.D. began writing at a very young age with consistent support from teachers and friends. When she was only thirteen years old, she wrote her first romantic novella. A few years later at the age of nineteen, she completed another. Always writing, but never attempting to publish, L.D. left many projects unfinished over the years, but when she was thirty-four years old, she self-published her first full-length novel, Accidentally On Purpose. L.D. is currently working on two more books to go along with Accidentally On Purpose, two more projects to go along with Pieces Of Rhys, and several other novels.
L.D. has a serious addiction to reading, especially contemporary romance novels. She also loves the work of Dean Koontz, Janet Evanovich and classics like Lord Of The Rings and Jane Austen’s novels. She lives in a small East Coast town with her five children and husband.
Along with Trudy Stiles, we are very excited to share with you the Release of Dear Tabitha, the 2nd book in The Forever Family Series. If you have not read Dear Emily (Book #1) yet, now is the time to grab it while it is on sale for ONLY $.99 in celebration of the New Release.
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Book Title: Dear Tabitha ~ Series: Forever Family #2
Genre: New Adult/Romance
You know me. You know who I am. What I am.
Damaged. Confused. Alone.
You feel sorry for me. You pity me.
You know what I’ve done. What I’ve given up. Who I’ve given up.
You try to understand what I’ve been through and how I can possibly go on with my life.
But you can’t possibly understand.
I’ve lost too much. Sacrificed too much. Given up everything so that I can find myself.
Well I’m done.
I’m done walking away from everything that matters.
It’s time for me to heal.
It’s MY TURN to earn…
Redemption.
Love.
Family.
Trudy Stiles is a New Adult author, mom to two beautiful children, and married to the love of her life. She is the author of the Forever Family series including “Dear Emily” and “Dear Tabitha”. There will be many more stories from this series and you never know who may have a standalone or novella written for them. Stay tuned! Trudy is a music junkie and you’ll know that she’s writing when you see her plugged into her laptop with her earbuds in. Her playlist is unique and is a must for her writing sprints.When she’s not writing, she’s carting her children to their various activities while avoiding any kind of laundry or housework. She also loves to run along the boardwalk of the beautiful New Jersey shore.She’s always been an avid reader and frequently escapes into the fictional worlds of the many characters that she has come to love. Well, now there are some fictional characters in her head dying to get out!This first story is called “Dear Emily” and was released in December 2013. “Dear Tabitha” will be released in March 2014. The Forever Family series will continue with several companion/stand alone novels.
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MaRanda's Opinion I've been waiting for this book for a little while. Dear Emily was and always will be one of my top 10 reads. And now I have the honor of adding Dear Tabitha to that list. We met Tabitha in Dear Emily. Only problem was, we really didn't get enough of her. In this novel, you really get to know Tabitha and all the pain and suffering she has endured in her short life. Adoption, domestic abuse, losing love and getting her HEA! This book is so amazing, I honestly can't even put into words how awesome this book is. I just hope you take my word for it. :)Trudy is such a talented author and I am so thankful she shares that talent with all of us. I rate this book 5+ Book Marks (it's that good)
Kylie Scott returns with the highly anticipated follow-up to international bestseller LICK.
Synopsis
Mal Ericson, drummer for the world famous rock band Stage Dive, needs to clean up his image fast—at least for a little while. Having a good girl on his arm should do the job just fine. Mal doesn’t plan on this temporary fix becoming permanent, but he didn’t count on finding the one right girl.
Anne Rollins never thought she’d ever meet the rock god who plastered her teenage bedroom walls—especially not under these circumstances. Anne has money problems. Big ones. But being paid to play the pretend girlfriend to a wild life-of-the-party drummer couldn’t end well. No matter how hot he is. Or could it?
Okay, so I’ve been waiting for this book for quite a while. I fell in love with all the characters in Lick. And they’re back! Play is Mal’s book. In case you have forgotten, Mal is Stage Dive’s drummer.
Kylie didn’t disappoint with this book. You get it all….Love, Romance, Humor...okay, LOTS of humor. I caught myself literally laughing out loud at the crazy things Mal does or says.
This is the PERFECT book to read after reading one of those ugly cry books.
I beg you, READ THIS BOOK. But, note, you do need to read Lick - Stage Dive (#1) first.
I rate this book 5 PLUS bookmarks
Dawn's Review
I'm a sucker for boys in bands so of course I read Lick and Play. Let me just tell you Play was so incredibly different than Lick that I was sort of shocked it was written by the same author. Play is the story of Mal and Anne - "pumpkin".
Anne goes to a party with her neighbor after discovering her roommate skipped out on past rent and half the bills. She runs into Mal who is taking a moment to himself and he instantly draws her in. He overhears her talking with Reece, her boss and crush of two years, about her situtation and Mal comes up with a grand plan. He'll move in with her.
For the record, I love Mal. I want a Mal. He is funny, sexy and so damn odd but with Anne's laid back attitude they really work. It isnt a big stretch for them to fall into a relationship. They have just enough quirky weirdness and understanding that you can tell right away they are meant to be together. The author does this flawlessly.
Now here is the part that I hate about reviews. I never know how much to divulge and how much is considered a spoiler. With this in mind I'll just state that I devoured this book in hours. I was laughing out loud at Mal's antics and how Anne dealt with them. This is a book you will want to have on your kindle because trust me, it quickly became one of my favorites that I have read so far this year and I know I will reread it. Get this book, trust me!
You know me. You know who I am. What I am.
Damaged. Confused. Alone.
You feel sorry for me. You pity me.
You know what I’ve done. What I’ve given up. Who I’ve given up.
You try to understand what I’ve been through and how I can possibly go on with my life.
But you can’t possibly understand.
I’ve lost too much. Sacrificed too much. Given up everything so that I can find myself.
Well I’m done.
I’m done walking away from everything that matters.
It’s time for me to heal.
It’s MY TURN to earn…
Redemption.
Love.
Family.
