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Lana is convinced that she lives in perfect harmony with her own carefully devised plan. And everything in her life seems to go as she intends it. A new city. A new job. New acquaintances. And most importantly: life without a man!

One autumn afternoon a dark-haired man enters her small shop. His arrogant demeanor and provoking character are more than irritating. She is perfectly aware that her reactions to Mr. Arrogant undermine her most important rule. Never mind! She’ll never see him again.

Will he disrupt her plan?

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The shop door opens and I snap out of my thoughts. A dark-haired man comes in. His knee-length winter coat emphasizes his muscular figure, and his attitude and appearance suddenly dominate the entire space. Our eyes meet. He’s looking at me intensely, penetratingly, and for far too long.

I manage to regain my senses and greet him with a cut-and-dried salesperson’s greeting: “Hello. How may I help you?” He nods an acknowledgement, and only then looks away, proceeding in huge steps towards the shelves of men’s shoes, where he reaches out his hand. He takes a brown, high-top shoe which balances perfectly between the elegant, and casual style. It’s one of the latest models, which arrived in the shop several days ago, and my personal favourite.

Hmm… A nice choice.

I shake my head, feeling awkward as I realise that I’m following his every move. Moreover, I approve of his selection. I keep my hands busy by pointlessly replacing trinkets on my counter, and then smoothing out an already perfectly stacked heap of business cards.

“Where can I find this same model, only in black?” He asks me in a deep voice, without a trace of kindness. His indescribably masculine voice causes an unpleasantly-pleasant shudder in the lower part of my back. I raise my head and my eyes meet his. His dark irises rivet mine. We’re staring at each other, again for too long. I feel my dormant insides waking, reacting to him. My breathing is shallow, my heart beating fast.

The curiosity in his eyes is replaced by a raw male arrogance which says unequivocally: Another notch on the list of conquests! I detest male arrogance. It takes me a few moments to regain my composure, then I blink in confusion.

“So? Cat got your tongue?” He breaks the silence as he goes on watching me, arrogant and smug.

“Excuse me?”

“The shoe?” He waves the shoe right in front of my nose, reminding me of the question he asked a little while ago.

I take a deep breath, and purse my lips angrily at his impertinent act, before concentrating and answering coldly. “Over there, the same model is on display in black.”

“I wouldn’t have asked you if that were the case.” He goes on in his impertinent, arrogant style.

I don’t understand his behaviour, but I have no wish to argue. I stop in front of the shelf and look over the models. I frown because I do not succeed in finding what I’m looking for. I work alone, and I don’t understand what could have happened to the shoe. I’m certain that I didn’t move it, and I know for sure that it was there. I turn around the shop confusedly. And lo and behold! The shoe that Mr. Arrogant’s looking for sits among the women’s discounted sandals. I am not a frowner by nature, so I smile and bring him what he’s asked for, forgetting his ungallant behaviour.

I give him the shoe and raise my eyes. My smile freezes, I stop breathing, and my heart dances again to a quick rhythm when I meet his dark eyes. There’s no arrogance, he just examines me calmly. Blood is rushing through my veins, I feel like I’m burning, and all my nerve endings become terribly aware of his presence. He looks perfectly calm and controlled as he stares at me insistently, and without blinking. Then he looks down, lazily.

“That’s it. I mean, a suitable model. And colour. But not a suitable size.” He says, and the haughty smile returns to the corners of his lips.

Fed up with his manners, I snort. He laughs loudly, obviously amused by my reaction. Embarrassment overwhelms me, and I feel my cheeks burning. “So, what size do you need?” I ask curtly.

“Well, I need a 44.” He returns, imitating me. He smiles broadly. It seems that he is amusing himself at my expense. Nervously, I march to the back of the shop and find the required size.

“Here you are.” I say officially and hand him the right shoe.

He covers my fingers with his while taking the shoe from my hand. My skin burns. Strange, powerful vibrations shake my entire body. This accidental touch makes my heart beat madly, and my lungs wail for air. I take a deep breath, raise my eyes but remain breathless. He’s looking at me seductively. My reaction to him has not escaped his notice. It makes him so happy. That touch was no accident. The jerk! He did it on purpose!

I want to run away, as soon as possible, so I turn on my heel.

“I want to see the label with the product details.” He says.

I look at him over my shoulder, confused, then move to hand him the box, which he could easily have taken himself. I stand beside him patiently and wait as he reads very carefully.

“Is there a problem?” I ask.

“I’m just checking.”

“Checking what?”

“Whether they were made in China.” He says coldly, and then raises his eyes to mine.

Made in China? He thinks I sell fakes? What an asshole!

“We sell only Italian stuff.” I say sharply.

He smiles, his eyes fixed. “Oh, look at those claws. I hope you’re well paid.” He speaks in a voice which shows clearly that he doesn’t believe what I say.

He’s provoking me, goading me with his smile, his look, and with the way he addresses me. I count to ten, then frown, turning the box upside-down to show him the embossed label: Fatte in Italia.

“Made in Italy’s written on the box and inside the shoe as well.” I speak briskly.

He bends his head lightly, furrows his eyebrows and studies the inscription carefully, examining the letters devotedly and seriously. I lose patience because this seems to be going on for an age.

For God’s sake, it’s as if he were decoding hieroglyphics!

He shrugs, looks at me naively, and says more innocently: “I had to check, since I don’t speak Italian.”

He doesn’t… he doesn’t speak Italian? What a jerk!

 

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Author Bio

* Pure Fantasy is my debut novel and it is dedicated to the victims of domestic violence; but I will quote one of my reviewers: “It addresses an issue faced by many women throughout the world, and does so in a positive way.”

** I celebrate friendship and crazy families, caring men, love and romance with a little bit of erotic scenes just to spice it all up.

There’s no sex scene in every chapter.

***So, if you like sweet romance novels I could be a writer for you 🙂

Self-published since August 2015.

I write under the pen name M.Eror (and no, there is no spelling error in my name).

 

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Belated Cover Reveal: Killing the Sun by K. Larsen & Mara White

In my absent-mindedness (caused mainly by too many things going in my life) I forgot to post K. Larsen and Mara White’s cover reveal for their serial novel, Killing the Sun. Sorry, chicas. It was not intentional. 😦 Posting now!

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****WARNING****

 

KILLING THE SUN is a collaborative novel by K. Larsen and Mara White.

KTS is not a ROMANCE

KTS is not ROMANTIC

This book features a non-linear time line, some violence as well as graphic sex.

Do not read this book if you don’t like antiheroes.

Do not read this book if sexual sadism makes you uncomfortable.

Do not read this book if you don’t like dubious consent.

Do not read this book if you are looking for a traditional HEA.

Do not read this book if you like demure heroines and swashbuckling heroes.

KTS is a serial novel that will come in three novellas released in rapid succession.

If you choose to take this ride, please do so at your own risk.

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Prologue

Aimee

 

I was born backwards into this world.

Breeched.

You tore me, she said.

Those were words I remember my mother saying to me, as if I had done those things to her on purpose.

Back first I came, my spine convex, the points of my vertebrae stretching my skin to reveal a miniature Appalachia, peaks and dips, craggy, unmarked indentations that had never seen the sun. I automatically straighten my spine thinking about it, tell my legs to relax, my gut to unwind.

Now I am sun. So full of sun.

You were late.

You made me wait.

But there would never have been enough time. My mother knew the soft strokes of motherhood didn’t suit her hands well, that my brothers’ crying had already scratched and clawed at her nerves like an unwanted emergency, a constant state of distress. But I pleased her. Her only daughter. She liked it when I brushed her hair; she would always close her eyes and hum a haunting song.

I left him by the riverside,

then the sun set on both of us.

Oh, I left him by the riverside,

And no one came back to pick me up.

She liked to look at me, to study my face. Not so much with affection but with a real curiosity that seemed out of place. She was lazy and unenthusiastic about most things, but she looked at me with gusto, almost like I’d been gone for a long time or as if she were searching for someone else in my face. In turn, I searched hers for recognition, some twitch or tic that signaled I belonged.

Mom loved my twin brothers Storm and Farren as best she could. She doted on them the only way she knew how. Food was her most available medium and sugared cereal and boxed dinners were often forced upon them in place of hugs. Mom was big and her eyes an impossibly bright blue. Cotton candy blue, raspberry popsicle blue. Her clothes were twenty years out of date and her hair hung in the same two swooping hot dog curls she rolled daily, framing her round face. I saw the same two curls in her high school pictures, where she listed disco and the roller rink under hobbies. I liked to imagine her sailing quickly around a polished rink, her hands clasped behind her, one foot leisurely replacing the other while the snare beat of disco ticked out of the speakers. She’d have those two hot dog curls and electric blue laces in her skates. In my mind she’d be lighter on her feet and never once would she think she’d be confined to a trailer, her carefree youth whittled down to a sliver, like an old bar of soap in the dish by the tub. You scrub away that many layers and whatever’s left can barely get the job done. That soap’s no good for washing the dirt off. It’s not good for much at all.

Our dad was never around. He carried a gun. Beer cans rolled in symphony, the gasping crescendo against the occasional bottle of schnapps in the footwells of his Dodge Dart. And he was missing a tooth in front; it made him whistle ever so slightly when he’d talk.

“Come here, Aim-girl. Give your daddy a hug.”

It wasn’t often. He’d storm in, fight with Mom, then take off to the sedan. He’d always park on the grass, tearing up the sod and leaving tire tracks of mud. I spent a lot of time on the swing set that belonged to the Dobsons. I also rode the Dobson girl’s grape-purple big wheel after the county bus picked her up for school. If Dad came home at night, he’d always show up drunk, yelling, slurring, sputtering. Sometimes retching.

Mom would disengage even more. She’d sit at the card table and butter slice after slice of white bread, chew through them with the steadfastness of a monk. She could eat a whole loaf like that, staring at the wall. Sometimes I would think she was crying, that I could hear her sobs through the thin trailer walls. But if I’d ever go and check, she’d be glassy-eyed, far removed but never undone.

The only time I saw her cry was at trial, when my brothers were both sentenced to life for capital murder. Storm and Farren—the little tow-headed boys my mom had dreamed would become professional wrestlers—they sealed their own fate because they’d had enough. I can’t help but believe my mom put them up to it. Dad was good for nothing but the worst he ever did was come home too drunk and knock us around; sometimes Mom would get hit bad. He’d yell, warble, then pass out in a lump on the carpet or in a chair by the TV.

Storm and Farren burned his body in a fire pit twenty miles into the woods straight off of the highway juncture where I-35 crosses with Route Seven. I walked out of the courtroom when they hashed out the details. The gory bits about bone fragments and ashes and the stubborn threads from his tattered flannel. How sisal rope had cut into his flesh. They didn’t find the rope, but they did find bloody fibers. The binding was so tight it cut through the skin, leaving the faintest spatter of blood points against the blue tarp that they buried right on the border of Texas. A stupid shallow grave where they shoved in his beer cans and cigarette butts. They sunk the Dart in Veteran’s Lake by Sulphur. I know, I saw it all on 48 Hours.

Those boys never did wash up well before dinner, and in the end, it cost them a bunch. I like to think that I loved them, but they had each other and I was always an afterthought. Born eight years too late to make it to the party. But it kept me out of trouble and ultimately, it kept me out of jail.

So my brothers grew up with a mother they would kill for and I slipped through childhood without much commotion. I spent a lot of time playing by myself. Conquering the dirt mountains out behind Arbuckle Lake. There were days I walked for miles dragging a stick and spitting into the dust until my sneakers turned almost red with dirt. I patched up my own scrapes with Band-Aids I swiped from Wal-Mart. And it’s not like my life was devoid of comfort; I was bussed into Sulphur for school and I thrived there. God knows I wasn’t the only kid surviving off of stained and pilled-up hand-me-downs, a grade D smorgasbord of free school lunch. My grades earned me the affection of all of my teachers. I was the only one in my family to graduate from high school. Aimee Olsen, high school graduate. Moving on up.

And I made sure I had the kind of portfolio that could get me into college. I never once wasted my teenage years fooling around with boyfriends. I didn’t go to the drive-in to practice getting to all of the bases with boys who wore braces and were covered in pimples. I saved myself for something bigger, something grand that the kids in my town would only ever dream of.

Some girls in my class wanted nothing more than to get married and start having babies. A trailer was enough for them; a split-style ranch would make them the envy of Sulphur. I wanted to get the hell out of Oklahoma. So I moved to New York City with a one-way Greyhound bus ticket and Storm’s old gym bag stuffed with my scrappy clothes and a clean set of sheets. I never expected to get much out of life. But I got more than I bargained for.

I got Danny.

 

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K. Larsen

I am an avid reader, coffee drinker, and chocolate eater who loves writing. I received my B.A. from Simmons College-a while ago. I currently live with my daughter in Maine.
I’m working on my sixth novel out later this year. I’ve published Tug Of War, Objective, Resistance, Saving Caroline, 30 Days, Committed and Dating Delaney. Enjoy!

I love hearing from you so please feel free to contact me!

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Mara White

Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.

 

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Giveaway: Destroyed & Unseen Messages by Pepper Winters

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and Destroyed by Pepper Winters?

 

Now is your chance, Kim Talks Books is offering one lucky winner a Kindle copy of these two fantastic reads!

All you have to do is post a comment about a secret. But hurry–I’ll be picking a winner on Sunday, May 8th.

**Disclaimer: Winner must have a Kindle address. Prize can be gifted**

 

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“Instincts are what keep us safe from fate.

Ignoring them can change your life forever.”

 

Destroyed

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“Secrets brought us together but they ultimately destroyed us.”

About the Author

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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affairs with her book boyfriends.

 

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Getting to know…Stephanie Williams

After a very long hiatus, the Getting to know… interviews have returned. Every second Friday, I’ll be featuring interviews with authors whom I think you should get to know. Today’s author is Stephanie Williams! Stephanie writes erotic fiction and based in Toronto, Canada. So pour yourself a cup of coffee or a glass of wine, kick back, relax and get to know Stephanie…

What is your favorite part of being a writer? 

It’s a mental escape for one thing. Also, I love world building and creating interesting characters. These are people that you may (or may not) want to meet in real life. I love for people to read places and situations that I’ve made up in my mind and they enjoy them.

In essence, I love telling the story. 🙂

twinpeakscover4 (2)Are you working on a new book now? Can you give us a sneak peek of the plot?

I am working on a ménage à trois series. It’s a series of three books. There might be a set of five. The first set is coming out now, slowly but surely, LOL.

TWIN PEAKS is now available and the second book in the series is ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT.

They’re all short shorts, ranging from 8k-12k, each .99 cents. The heat level ranges form Hot to down right raunchy! There’s something for everyone. But all the books deal with people getting or considering a ménage a trois relationship. For more details you can go to my blog.

 


Your stories are pretty steamy! When you write, do you imagine any particular actors/actresses as your leads? Or do you find inspiration elsewhere?

I find inspiration in The Hubster and Mutual Friend. For those that don’t know the story, check out my blog. I have yet to find an actress or actor that does it for me. If the hero is someone totally different from my guys, I look at cover models. They’re always inspirational. *WINK*

Should fiction address topical social issues? Some readers say they only read to escape and don’t want to be reminded of racism, social inequality, etc when they open a book. What’s your take on this?

I think you should write what ever you want. Just because some people don’t want to read something, doesn’t mean there isn’t a group that’s not interested. There is something for everyone.

I hate spiders, but there are people who like them and they may want to read about them. That was so random, wasn’t it.

So if want to make a social statement about something, and you have that urge to write about it, go ahead! Someone will buy it.

So tell me: what are you reading now?

I, Claudius. I’m in a Classical Greek and Roman mood this month.

copcover4Tell me about a typical day of writing for you.

Since I have a new career outside the home, I had to change things up a bit. I write during my lunch break, and as soon as I get home for three hours. Saturday I write from 5am to 5pm. I’m consistent no matter what, unless sick of course, then I have a whole lot of catching up to do. LOL

 

 

Many people say that writers need to be active on Twitter, Facebook, Periscope, etc if they want to make it these days in the literary world. What’s your take on social media? Is it vital for today’s authors? On which social media platforms are you active?

Yes, it’s still vital, but it’s not what’s going to bring in the huge readership of the big bucks. Not like it did from say, 10-12 years ago. When I first started writing, My Space (remember that social platform) was big. Yahoo Groups too. But there weren’t as many authors and would-be writers then.

Now the pond has become an ocean of writers, and it’s harder to vie for recognition. You have to use other avenues to advertise your work now. You need to be more creative.

Which authors would you recommend to people looking for someone new to read?

Ursula Sinclair, she writes great suspense thriller IR romances , LaVerne Thompson, is a great NA writer. She has very edgy stories. Stacy Deanne, another great Romantic Suspense writer, Jamallah Bergman has wonderful IR Full-Figured Romances, Kate Richards, she has a great cowboy series and Dahlia DeWinters is another great multicultural writer.

What was the best piece of writing advice you ever received?

Don’t just write what you know, write what you want to know more about. I got that advice from my old World Literature Professor from college.

 

What advice would you give to novice writers?

A: If you have a story inside you that you just need to get out, that you feel burning to be told–WRITE IT DOWN! Don’t let anyone (especially non-writers), tell you that story will never sell, or nobody wants to read story about…whatever. So what? You have a story to tell.

Many thanks to Stephanie for joining us today! Want to know more about Stephanie? Remember to head over to her blog to find out more about her ménage à trois series. And don’t forget to add Twin Peaks and Arrested Develeopment to your TBR lists!

Reviews: Slip of the Tongue and Scot Appeal

slip of the tongue coverCan you be in love with two people at the same time?

This is the question that Sadie Hunt struggles with in Slip of the Tongue. On the one hand, there is her husband, Nathan, who–until recently–treated her like she was the centre of his world. Suddenly he’s become cold and distant with her and makes her feel like she is invisible and unwanted in his life. On the other hand, there is Finn, the sexy new neighbour who’s just moved in across the hall from Sadie and Nathan. From the moment she meets him, there’s a white-hot connection between them.

Now, before you ask: this is a novel about marriage and infidelity. So if you have a problem with reading about people cheating, then maybe you should still read this book to gain a different perspective.

What I loved about this book was how all three characters showed us their best and worst sides. No one is the good guy here. Even Nathan, who is presented as the good guy, is actually pretty selfish and manipulative when he wants to be. But what is so interesting with Slip of the Tongue is how Hawkins handles the affair. Even if you don’t agree with how it starts, you empathise with the characters. Well, at least, I did.

This is a very intense book with some very sexy moments. It’s also a book that takes a good, long look at what is marriage and what makes a good one…and what makes a bad one. It’s also about second chances at love. But what I think will resonate with readers is the emotional layers in this novel. It’s not a straightforward love story, but it is definitely a story about love–romantic, illicit, familial. And I loved Slip of the Tongue.

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MelissaBlueScotAppealMelissa Blue has done it again: made me absolutely adore the sexy Scotsmen she creates. Marcus, our ruthless CEO who’s pretending to be a handyman to get the company and the position he wants, is very, very sexy. And he thinks he doesn’t have the capacity to fall in love. Now, I usually avoid any stores about ruthless businessmen, because they usually bore me. But Marcus and his backstory are quite intriguing. And then there is Ivy–who is a virgin even those she’s closing in on thirty–but she’s not one of these insipid ones that goes around saying “holy cow!” or talking about her “inner goddess”. She’s kickass and she feels authentic and real.

What I really enjoyed about Scot Appeal (and the entire Under the Kilt series) is that the relationships and the conflicts the main characters experience feels very grounded and realistic. These are adults dealing with adult problems and behaving like proper adults and not as overgrown teenagers. And the way race is addressed is very subtle without it becoming an overblown sticking point.

Following this story of unlikely neighbors who become lovers was so much fun. I admit: I ignored my yummy Swedish hubby to finish reading this book and he was a good sport about it. I will have to make it up to him this weekend. 🙂

I loved Scot Appeal and the chemistry between Marcus and Ivy, and I think you will too.

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Release Blitz: Vi Keeland’s The Baller is live!

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Meet Brody Easton in THE BALLER!

A standalone Contemporary Romance novel by
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Vi Keeland

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The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men’s locker room.
It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.
The famed quarterback decided to bare all.
And by all, I don’t mean he told me any of his secrets.
No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.
The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby—screwing with me.
When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.
But I don’t date players.
And it’s not because I’m one of the few women working in the world of professional football.
I’d date an athlete.
It’s the other kind of player I don’t date.
You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.

Brody Easton was the ultimate player.
Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.
But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.
Turned out, I was that girl.
Simple right?
Let’s face it. It never is.
There’s a story between once upon a time and happily ever after…
And this one is ours.

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About the Author:

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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!

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Additional Books by Vi Keeland

Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)

Beat
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Throb
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MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)

Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
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Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1xC71aa

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Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)
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The Cole Series (2 book serial)

Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
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Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)
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Standalone novels

Cocky Bastard (Written with Penelope Ward)
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Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)
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First Thing I See
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Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1RmihEP
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Hi everyone, my name is Paul and I’m a recovering sex addict. I’ve been managing my addiction for two years.

Paul McNeill loves sex.  Good sex. Bad sex. Oral sex.  Any kind of sex.  You name it; he loves it.  But Paul’s biggest passion is his greatest flaw.  As a recovering sex addict, he’s been abstaining and managing his addiction for over two years.  Now, all the wants is to fall in love and find that certain someone he can settle down with.

But when he finds himself on his knees on Elle Jacoby’s damp lawn, he knows there’s going to be trouble.  Elle quickly becomes Paul’s biggest challenge yet.  She’s instantly set him ablaze while he begs to be hosed down. As he gets to know her more, the flames burn even hotter.

How can he resist a hot divorcee who’s amped up to have all the fun she’s missed?

Warning: For mature audiences only. If you don’t like graphic sex, sex talk and curse words in books this story isn’t for you.

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     “Elle, have you ever considered that the whole bunch of men looking to hook-up on Tinder could be bad apples?”

      “You’re so funny!”

      “I’m not joking,” I say.

      “Seriously Paul, I’ve decided to throw myself back into the game.”

      “But Tinder’s not really a game, Elle . . . it’s more like the mosh pit. What if you get head butted again?”

      “I’ve realized the mistake I made. This time I’m going to spell it out to the dude before we get to the sexing.”

      “Spell it out, huh?”

      “Yeah, no weird stuff like latex or furry suits. No demeaning talk or behavior. No bondage. No threesomes.”

      “Or foursomes?” I ask.

       “Ewww, no!” she says.

       “Are you trying to make me feel bad?”

       “What? No, why?”

       “I told you about my foursome.”

       “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot about that. That was when you were a man-whore.”

       “Yes, thanks, although I prefer the term ‘sex fiend’.”

       “Well . . . that’s still what you told me.”

       “I did. So see, I’m the very guy you wouldn’t want to sleep with.”

        “Ummm.”

       “Yet, you pretty much asked me to screw you when we met. Do you see how complicated this is?”

       “Can I ask you something, Paul?

       “Sure, why not? You know so much about me already.”

      “Did you do men too back during your sex fiend days?”

       I almost drop the phone. “Sex with dudes? No! Why would you ask that?”

       “So your orgy was really just you and a bunch of women. Did you have a harem or something?”

       “I could have.”

       She huffs into the phone. “Oh really? A harem? What if you’re making all this stuff up? Why should I believe you and all your big talk?”

       “If you don’t believe me, I don’t care. It doesn’t change anything.”

       “What if you made up all those sexy stories . . . like that you were addicted to sex. What if you’re really more like your accountant brother?”

      I feel the vein pop out on my forehead. Why is she screwing with me?

      “I know what this is about,” I whisper in a dark voice.

      “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

      “You’re provoking me, trying to get me to come over there and fuck you and break my oath. Well, it’s not going to happen.”

      “Good!”

      “Yup, good.”

      “Because you know what, mister? You don’t fit into my profile anyway.”

      “Oh that’s rich. You must have one hell of a profile.”

      “Well look at you. You’re searching for a little complacent wifey who will roast your chicken and birth you a bevy of babies.”

      “Roast my chicken? What’s that a metaphor for?”

      “It’s not a metaphor, it’s dinner.”

      I roll my eyes. “You’re pretty weird, you know.”

      “And you don’t want to fuck anymore and nothing’s weirder than that . . . so who’s calling the kettle black?”

      “Who says I don’t want to fuck? I never said that. I want it.”

      “Really?”

      “Sure.” I want it bad. So bad it hurts, but I don’t tell her that.

      “So it’s that you just don’t want to fuck me?”

      “Oh, I want to fuck you. Right now I want to throw you on the bed and ride you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next day.”

       There’s a long silent pause. Maybe that was too much.

       “Ms. Jacoby, are you still there?”

        “I’m here, Paul Junior. I’m just distracted thinking about you throwing me on the bed.”

       “And mounting you?”

       “Yes.”

       I hear a soft moan.

       “And fucking you hard?”

       “God, yes.”

      “So you really want that, do you?”

      “You’re cruel. Are you going to make me beg for it?”

      “Maybe.”

      “Please . . . Paul, are you touching yourself? Because I am.”

      I pause.

      “Maybe.”

      “Mmm.”

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Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director Bob Clampett, grew up surrounded by artists and animators. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, she has been VP of Design for Warner Brothers Studio Stores and taught photography at UCLA. Today she runs her own studio and as the Fine Art publisher for Warner Brothers Studios has come to know and work with some of the world’s greatest artists in the fields of animation and comics.

From this colorful background comes Ruth’s first novel, Animate Me, a fun and sexy, unique and engaging contemporary romance.

Ruth lives and works in Los Angeles, strictly supervised by her teenage daughter, who helps plan their summer around their yearly pilgrimage to the San Diego Comic Con.

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Cover Reveal: Wet by Ruth Clampett

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Hi Everyone, my name is Paul and I’m a recovering sex addict. I’ve been managing my addiction for two years.

Paul McNeill loves sex.  Good sex. Bad sex. Oral sex.  Any kind of sex.  You name it; he loves it.  But Paul’s biggest passion is his greatest flaw.  As a recovering sex addict, he’s been abstaining and managing his addiction for over two years.  Now, all the wants is to fall in love and find that certain someone he can settle down with.

But when he finds himself on his knees on Elle Jacoby’s damp lawn, he knows there’s going to be trouble.  Elle quickly becomes Paul’s biggest challenge yet.  She’s instantly set him ablaze while he begs to be hosed down. As he gets to know her more, the flames burn even hotter.

How can he resist a hot divorcée who’s amped up to have all the fun she’s missed?

Warning: for mature audiences only. If you don’t like graphic sex, sex talk and curse words in books this story isn’t for you.

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Release Date : September 8th

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Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director Bob Clampett, grew up surrounded by artists and animators. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, she has been VP of Design for Warner Brothers Studio Stores and taught photography at UCLA. Today she runs her own studio and as the Fine Art publisher for Warner Brothers Studios has come to know and work with some of the world’s greatest artists in the fields of animation and comics.

From this colorful background comes Ruth’s first novel, Animate Me, a fun and sexy, unique and engaging contemporary romance.

Ruth lives and works in Los Angeles, strictly supervised by her teenage daughter, who helps plan their summer around their yearly pilgrimage to the San Diego Comic Con.

Twitter  Facebook  Web  Amazon author page  Goodreads

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