When his parents named him Herbert Lincoln James, they already had expectations that Linc would attend an ivy league university and go into politics. Linc didn't. As captain of his swim team, he was expected to win the big relay to carry his swim team to the state championship for the first time in decades. Linc didn’t. Society expected him to walk past her. He couldn’t.
She expected him to see through her.
She expected him to make her into a joke.
She expected him to be cruel.
Expectations are a funny thing …
Alexandria Sure is an avid reader and has written her first novel as homage to fans of the genre she loves. She hopes others will appreciate her novel as much as she enjoyed writing it.
Sure follows the work of several authors and feels she has benefited from reading and commenting on their author pages on Facebook. This has given her the opportunity to get to know the people behind the characters she has grown to love. She hopes her readers will check out her Facebook page so she can get to know them and pay it forward.
Sure is from Michigan and adores her supportive family, her deaf rescue pup and her mighty Spartans. Her experiences in writing her first novel have revealed the true meaning in Jack Canfield's quote, "Everything you want is on the other side of fear."
I’m not smart about a lot of things, but I know chemistry. Not the stuff in schools, with the beakers and everything; that’s a total gong show for me. I didn’t even get to Chemistry in high school because I was stuck in freshman Physical Science for four years. Thank God we got a new teacher my senior year, otherwise I never would have passed. Out went Mrs. Baker and in came handsome young Mr. Suarez.
Mr. Suarez did not stand a chance against me.
That he didn’t give me an A was probably the thing he clung to at night when the guilt got to be too much for him.
Mr. Suarez was a lesson in my kind of chemistry.
The kind that bubbles out of thin air between two particular people. The irresistible attraction that sweeps strangers up in a current, bringing them together despite anything in the way. The kind of chemistry that changes everything.
That’s something I understand, down to the ground.
It’s my job, really. Or understanding it is what makes me good at my job.
Knowing when someone is looking my way a little bit longer than necessary, and how to manipulate it and feed it and then turn that into money—it’s my one skill.
And I’m fucking amazing at it.
Knowing the men to avoid and the women to befriend—it’s like a superpower. Chemistry is the secret that turns the world around.
It’s chemistry that gets shit done.
Like an idiot, I thought I knew attraction inside out, from every angle—when you only have one skill, you tend to lean on it pretty hard.
But then I met Jack.
And it wasn’t love at first sight—that’s for children and idiots. For people who don’t fuck their high school science teacher just so they can pass a class.
It wasn’t even fear at first sight. That came much later.
But it was chemistry, so much chemistry my whole world blew up.
And me with it.
“You need anything?” I asked above the sound of the crowd and the band.
He shook his head.
“A drink or whatever?”
Still he didn’t look at me. He kept scanning the crowd like I wasn’t there.
“Who do you think you’re kidding?” I asked with a laugh that finally got his attention. “Yeah,” I said. “You’ve been staring at me all night.”
He looked at me again, a sly second, a bright moment and I felt the shimmy of interest, the cat curl of desire.
Oh, you man, you don’t know it yet. But you are mine.
“Part of my job,” he said, pretending that there was something more interesting than me happening over my shoulder when we both knew that there wasn’t.
But I liked the show of it, the game.
“Watching me is part of your job?”
“Watching everyone.” Oh, he was telling me I wasn’t special. Except I was. I was pretty fucking special.
“Your loss,” I said and walked back into the crowd to do my job.
Trouble, a voice whispered in my head. A voice that sounded very much like my sister’s. This man is trouble and you know it. You feel it.
But wasn’t that the problem?
I loved trouble.
Snippet #3 NSFW
My moan was a garbled what and more combined, and he seemed to understand my stupid language because he gave me more. His lips found my neck and my head fell sideways, my legs spread wider, and he rolled my clit under his finger like it was a pebble. The bottom of my foot began to burn, some random nerve going berserk, and his tongue traced the curve of my ear, and somehow it was all enough.
It was barely anything really. His tongue and the touch of his finger, but I felt myself about to come. The great wave of a rogue orgasm spreading out through my body and then—
“What?” I breathed, my eyes open to find him a few inches from me. So intent. So dark and wild. “Why did you stop?”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Just like this. Just on the edge.” He touched me again, his finger against my clit as if to hold me there.
“Please,” I breathed. This game was not unfamiliar, but I’d never been so willing a player in it. I’d said these words before but now, in this increasingly cold car, with this sometimes cold man, I meant them down to my blood vessels.
“And now,” he said, with a slice of a smile. “You beg me. How did I get this lucky?”
I would fall to my knees in front of this man. I—in fact—could not wait to do it.
Molly O'Keefe has always known she wanted to be a writer (except when she wanted to be a florist or a chef and the brief period of time when she considered being a cowgirl). And once she got her hands on some romances, she knew exactly what she wanted to write.
She published her first Harlequin romance at age 25 and hasn't looked back. She loves exploring every character's road towards happily ever after.
Originally from a small town outside of Chicago, she went to university in St. Louis where she met and fell in love with the editor of her school newspaper. They followed each other around the world for several years and finally got married and settled down in Toronto, Ontario. They welcomed their son into their family in 2006, and their daughter in 2008. When she's not at the park or cleaning up the toy room, Molly is working hard on her next novel, trying to exercise, stalking Tina Fey on the internet and dreaming of the day she can finish a cup of coffee without interruption.
I’ve opened the blind on the window so that my therapist can see some daylight. Or rather can see me from his fixed viewpoint. I’m in my shorts and tee. They display my abs and glutes to perfection. As I dig the ground he’ll be able to see my strength, as my muscles cord with the push and pull of the spade. I’m digging a rectangle. For no reason whatsoever other than to let him think I’m digging his grave. Psychology is the bomb.
You took away the opportunity to do what I’d yearned for my whole life. To give life. I was so excited to meet my baby and then when I did-’ She stops and cries again.
I wait until she composes herself.
‘Are you the slightest bit regretful about what happened, Edward? Do you wish things could have been different?’
‘No.’ I tell her honestly. ‘I wish I could bottle every tear on your face.’
Andie M. Long is author of Amazon Number One Erotic Thrillers Saviour, and The Alphabet Game amongst others.
She lives in Sheffield with her son and long suffering partner.
When not being partner, mother, employee or writer she can usually be found on Facebook or walking her whippet, Bella.
Andie will be signing in Newcastle 2017 and York 2018.
THE OPENING BELL RINGS, A NEW RING LEGEND BEGINS!
Ito always knew her family had a long history in the wrestling world
but she never knew how much had been kept secret from her. Wanting to
continue her family's legacy in the ring, she was shocked when her
father adamantly refused to let her proceed. Unable to deny the
fighting spirit in her heart, Leilana did the unthinkable and defied
her father's wishes, having no idea what terrible series of events
she had begun.
Harding was in the twilight of her wrestling career, striving for one
last chance at glory in the regional circuit. Despite juggling two
children as a single mother and the hard life of the road, Dana had
one last chance to win championship gold and thought she would do
anything to attain that. Every dirty trick in the book was on the
table, as long as it took place in the squared circle.
in the heart of Oklahoma, the rookie with an unknown past hunting her
and the veteran heel with nothing to lose are about to meet in the
ring. Their clash will bind them and wrap them up in corporate
machinations, family rivalries, and secrets of the past coming back
to life to threaten both women and everything they hold dear.
the midst of it all, will Leilana succumb to her family's past or
find the strength to follow her dreams? Will Dana stay the infamous
heel or discover something in her heart she didn't even know she had?
LOVES AND DEADLY LABORS, ALL ARE TOLD BY THE TALE OF THE TAPE!
remains constant in the tumultuous world of pro wrestling! On the eve
of their victory over the most powerful family in the wrestling
world, Leilana Ito and Dana Harding look forward to a bright future
but that perfect ending is snatched away when Leilana disappears.
Desperate to find her, Dana starts a country-wide search, spurred on
by both friendship and something stronger: love!
Leilana faces a gauntlet of rigged matches, hidden spies, and
psychological torture as a 'guest' of the Von Richters in Los Vegas.
Trapped in a city where anything goes, money talks, and no one asks
questions, Leilana puts it all on the line in a ring where each match
could be her last.
clock is ticking. Can Dana find the woman she loves before it's too
late? Can Leilana endure each deadly labor long enough to be saved?
Even if they find each other, will Dana find her love to be
reciprocated or unrequited?
the end of the championship quest, there lies the final match: The
by a gauntlet of challenges, wrestler Leilana Ito is a rookie no
longer as she nears her ultimate goal: completing her labors and
winning freedom from the Von Richter sisters, mistresses of the
the storm is fiercest before the calm and Leilana's most dangerous
challenges lie ahead. Fearsome opponents, devious traps, and lies
from all sides threaten to put an end not only Leilana but her
friends and family. Joined by fellow wrestler and newfound love, Dana
Harding, and a motley alliance of allies, Leilana struggles on
towards her greatest fight, the final duel, the Twelfth Labor!
Twelfth Labor is the no-holds-barred conclusion to the pro-wrestling
action/adventure drama of Three Seconds to Legend!
B. Garner was born in Baltimore, MD on December 1, 1976, the youngest
of three children. While still young, the family moved to Peachtree
City, GA. His parents always encouraged his creative side and J. B.
began writing and drawing from an early age. Though considered
talented by his teachers, he never fully applied himself and bounced
through high school and into college at the Georgia Institute of
Technology. During his freshman year, his father died suddenly.
and lack of purpose caused J. B. to drop out of school. If not for a
few close friends, he might have dropped out of life as well. Taken
in by his friends and given a second chance, J. B. matured, applied
himself, and finally, after over a decade of hard work, is now back
to doing what he loves the most: writing.
This is a STANDALONE insta-obsession erotic romance set in the Cordova Empire series (no cheating-HEA-no cliffhanger)
In my family, there’s an old story going back generations about love at first sight. I used to think it was a fairytale, until I met my sweet Joy. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted her. But the world of the cartels is a dangerous place, so I watched her from afar, wishing things were different and I could claim her for my own. Despite my best efforts to keep her safe, evil found Joy. After she endured a savage beating at the hands of a rival cartel, I vowed to do everything in my power to make her mine and win her heart. I can only pray that when she finds out the truth about me, and the things I’ve done to bind her to me forever, that she’ll be able to love the monster I really am.
Without a doubt, Ramon Cordova is one of the biggest jerks I’ve ever met. He’s egotistical, bossy, and seems to know how to push all my buttons. Too bad he’s also sinfully handsome, utterly charming when he wants to be, and is the only man I feel safe with. After the attack, I’ve become afraid of the world outside of my home—afraid of crowds, afraid of loud noises, afraid of everything. When I’m in Ramon’s strong arms, those fears melt away. I know there’s a darkness inside of him that he tries to hide, and I’m afraid that when I finally find out the secrets he’s been keeping, he’ll destroy what’s left of my battered heart.
With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
From a young Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as muchd etail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.
Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she's weird, and that sarcasm doesn't translate well via text.