Taking big risks had always been Archer Brook’s way of life.
It’s what has to be done in order to get what you want, and he knew that better
than anyone. Archer may have been born into a life of wealth and privilege, but
he’d proven time and time again that his success was a result of his own true
grit and determination. The savvy businessman was an experienced player in the
game of life, always knowing when to ante up or when to cash out.
It was time to do both.
Burned out on the bright lights of Vegas, once the successful night club owner
found the best of both worlds tucked away in a quiet Mississippi town, he never
looked back.
That was until she walked into his bar.
Life has never been easy for Katy Vaughn. The preacher’s daughter turned small
town rebel has seen her fair share of heartbreak, and she’s tired. Katy is done
with men who have no idea what they want or how to treat a woman. She wants a
real man. One who can give her everything she’s ever dreamed of. One who will give
her everything she needs. Lovers of the past may have broken her heart, but
they could never break her spirit.
There was only one man capable of that.
You never know when love will come along and change…everything.
Madison Waters knew exactly what she wanted to do with her
life. She was already working for one of the most prestigious law firms in
Boston as a research assistant, and in a few short months, she would finally
graduate from Harvard and collect her law degree. Everything Madison had worked
so hard for, was well within her reach.
But when Madison has to take an unexpected trip back home, she's blindsided by
the one thing she'd never planned on.
Desperate to escape his wicked past, Holden Brooks moved to Madison's hometown
five years ago. It was a struggle at first, but he eventually overcame the
demons that nearly destroyed him back in Texas. Holden is in a good place in
his life and love is the very last thing on his mind.
Everything changes the moment their two paths collide and they soon find out,
fate has a plan of its own.
You never know when love will come along and change...everything.
K has
worked in property management for the last decade.
She enjoys writing, reading and music.
Writing has given K. the release she's been craving all of these years. An
outlet to fully express herself the way she wants to, the way she needs to.
Her life was forever changed the moment she wrote that first line.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Langston2013 Review: 5 starts The wait was worth it. This book is so steamy that you didn't want to put it down. From the tension that it puts out from all the hot scenes. Archer wants one thing and thats only to get laid. But can one game of benefits turn into something way more! You must read this book!!
Sahara Lee has spent the last ten years living with the guilt of a tragic accident and its aftermath. That night irrevocably changed the outgoing, fun-loving college freshman into an introverted, workaholic with no social life. Sahara isolates herself from everyone and everything that reminds her of home in an effort to forget what happened. Using art as a substitute for love, Sahara throws herself into music and art as a way to feel something other than the guilt that haunts her. She accepts her lonely existence as penance for the role she played in the accident. That is, until she meets Tyree Barker, the good looking entrepreneur with baggage of his own.
Blindsided by a legal loophole, Sahara is suddenly forced to confront the past she’s been running from. Juggling the guilty feelings of her past and the unexpected feelings of her present, Sahara’s future becomes complicated as she heads down a path of forgiveness, love, and heartbreak…and not in that particular order.
Back to Life reminds you that living and existing are two completely different ways to go through life. Grief will break you but guilt, guilt will destroy you. And once that happens, what can bring you back to life?
I am a married event planner and life coach. My awesome friends and family and my amazing husband make my life sweet. I love to have fun and enjoy the life I’ve been blessed with. I love shopping and football with equal fervor. I’m an amateur movie critic (i.e. my husband and I watch and critique a lot of movies for fun). I love to read and I enjoy sharing my love of books with anyone who will listen. I love music. A good lyric with a good melody can paint a vivid picture and invoke such a range of emotions. I have a soft spot for most mediums of creative, artistic expression.
I plan. I teach. I read. I write. I watch. I critique. I shop. I play. I love.
**Mature Content Warning** Recommended for ages 17+ due to language and sexual content.
I want to tell you how great my life was.
How I lived without regrets. With constant laughter. Without any tears. I want to tell you how I lived each moment to the fullest. How each breath I took was fresh and full of life. With eagerness. Without any fear.
I want to tell you all of that, but then my story would be masked with lies and not worth telling.
My life didn't start until I left my past. And I left everything...
My mother, my friends, my name. My new name, the name everyone knows me by is Erin Lewis.
Four years after finding the courage to leave her hometown in Alabama, Erin is finally happy with where her life has led her. Not only is she secure in her environment, but the relationships she has formed center her, making her forget how damaged she once was. Before she can fully settle into her new life, her past crashes into her present, unraveling a set of events that destroy the very foundation she has built her new life on.
Five months after their wedding, Trent struggles with the strain of juggling work and family life as Erin furthers her education, getting a Master's degree in Nursing. All Trent wants is one weekend alone with his wife to reconnect but Erin's focus is adamantly elsewhere.
Meanwhile, Nate, Erin's oldest friend and brother, has formed an undeniable bond with Tonya that he is reluctant to pursue because of his own inner demons.
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.
Review: 5 stars! An amazing book!! I got hooked from the start and didn't want to put it down. The twist blow me away. You will not be disappointed when you read this book! Get ready for something that will keep you in!
I was born in Williamsburg Virginia and raised in Yorktown Virginia so paranormal inspiration was easily obtained. I have 4 awesomesauce kids and an AMAZING husband. Currently I'm working on three books, all Paranormal Romance. I'm a google junkie and can find a pic on google to fit any conversation and will cyber stalk a topic till my eyes hurt if I am interested in it enough. Coffee and gummy bears are an hourly habit. Some of my favorites include: Reading (of course), writing (well duh), baking fancy shmancy cakes, painting and last but not least hanging out with the fam <3
1) I am obsessed with Favicons. They are the little icon next to a websites name in the tabs on a browser. I like to make them pretty when I can.
2) I have an irrational fear of all bugs, spiders especially but I loathe them all equally and turn into a crying ninja when I see them.
3) I make fancy shmancy cakes, but don’t really like to eat cake.
4) Stray cats are attracted to me like lent to static.
5) I am a pediatric nurse and I LOVE my job.
6) I have a fear of being murdered while in the shower, even when the door is locked I am afraid something will crawl out of the mirror or toilet so I keep my eyes open the whole time…even when washing my face (it is possible).
7) I listen to the same song on repeat the entire time I am writing a chapter.
8) I totaled my first car going 3 (yes three) miles an hour.
9) I love all things Wonderland (especially Johnny Depp)
10) I totally believe in aliens. In my head I picture them all as Luxen aka Daemon (The Lux Series by Jennifer L Armentrout)
11) When I see people’s pics on facebook or Instagram, I totally check out the background (their living room, car, kitchen etc.)
12) I could eat avocados, chicken and watermelon for the rest of my life and be completely content.
13) Short arm T-rex jokes get me every time haha!
14) I have to have at least eight pillows on my bed or I can’t sleep. I sleep with 6 of them and they have to be positioned just right or I will toss and turn like a two year old.
15) I had the brilliant idea of going by a pen name of Summer Rayne until I said it out loud and ugly laughed at how ridiculous it was.
16) I have the mouth of a seasoned sailor. Except around my grandma, mom and kids…well sometimes the kids push it but I don’t make it a habit lol
17) I can find a picture that will suit any conversation I am having within a matter of seconds.
18) I have an issue with whiteboards. I will redo them a million times till the words/lines are straight.
19) I’m an over-roller when it comes to toilet paper (I am running out of fun facts so it has come to the way I roll my toilet paper and for this I apologize)
20) Writing 20 “fun facts” about myself has proven to me I need to go sky dive or something more exciting than cake and toilet paper. Thanks for reading!
Audree Edwards
has loved Gavin Montgomery since she was a little girl, but her older brother
Clint made it clear that Audree was off limits. Audree however, wasn’t taking
no for an answer and made it clear to Gavin she wanted him.
Gavin, not having the best family life, bolted as soon as he could after high
school. Audree knew she couldn’t have all of Gavin and settled for the bit of
him she could hold on to. When they are both finally ready to admit they want
more, Audree thinks Gavin has done the unthinkable.
Will Gavin be able to tell Audree he's ready to pursue a future?
Will Audree see the truth about Gavin before it is too late?
Will Audree and Gavin finally give in tell each other how they feel and what
they want?
“So are we going to talk
about what happened or are we going to go on pretending we didn’t have sex,
again?” Audree asked, walking up behind Gavin who was brushing down his horse.
It looked like he had been out riding already this morning.
“Audree, you climbed
into my bed,” he huffed. “I was sleeping.”
“You were dreaming about
me. You were touching yourself while you were dreaming about me.” She blocked
his path to move around the horse.
“So that gives you the
right to come into my room and fuck me? What if I did that to you?”
“I’ll leave my door
open,” she snapped.
“Ugh, Audree. I told you
that night that we couldn’t happen, that it would only be that night.”
“Then why didn’t you
stop me from fucking you! You are a big strong man. You could have picked me up
and moved me. You’ve done it before. You could have pushed me away. You could
have told me to stop,” she stomped. “But you didn’t, because you wanted it as
much as I did. You want me, Gavin, but you won’t take me. I have made a
complete ass out of myself for years. I have thrown myself at you because I
feel what is between us. I want to be with you. I want to be in your arms, in
your bed, in your fucking heart.” She refused to let the tears banging against
her lids fall in front of him.
“I know you have been
with other women, but I want to be yours. I want you to be mine. I am standing
here before you making the biggest fool of myself; telling you that all you
have to do is say the word. Tell me I’m yours and you have me.”
“Audree, I can’t! I
won’t…,” he barked harshly.
“You can’t. You won’t. Well, fuck you, Gavin Montgomery. Next time
you see me I might not be available and I sure as hell won’t be climbing into
your bed again. So you enjoy those dreams about me and you remember the feel of
my body on top of you, underneath you and in front of you. Remember how you
feel being inside of me, because it can’t
and won’t happen again!” She stormed
out of the barn and heard the clanging of metal hitting the barn wall, but
refused to turn back to him. This time it wasn’t him leaving without a word;
she was the one leaving. She called Ruby to tell her she was heading back to
school, and if she wanted a ride, she needed to be ready in twenty minutes.
Jennifer is a devoted wife and mother to two rambunctious children that
love keeping her on her toes. Her "real" job as a paralegal occupies
the time she would rather be using to write, read, chat with her many author
and blogger friends, or hang out with her family watching movies. Any free
moment she has is devoted to helping spread the word for her indie author
friends who lovingly call her 'the ninja' or writing her newest story. Jennifer has been writing since she was young. She has always been an avid
reader. She always has her nose in a book and carries her Kindle everywhere.
Now she plans to follow her dream and be on the other side of the pages and
share her passion for writing with readers.
Taking big risks had always been Archer Brook’s way of life.
It’s what has to be done in order to get what you want, and he knew that better
than anyone. Archer may have been born into a life of wealth and privilege, but
he’d proven time and time again that his success was a result of his own true
grit and determination. The savvy businessman was an experienced player in the
game of life, always knowing when to ante up or when to cash out. 
Madison Waters knew exactly what she wanted to do with her
life. She was already working for one of the most prestigious law firms in
Boston as a research assistant, and in a few short months, she would finally
graduate from Harvard and collect her law degree. Everything Madison had worked
so hard for, was well within her reach. 
K has
worked in property management for the last decade. 
