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Book Excerpt The Affair

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We’re sharing an excerpt today from contemporary romance / new adult “The Affair”. Have fun reading.

Book Excerpt

Sweaty.

That’s all I could think about as Tyler lay on top of me giving me his old faithful missionary.

Don’t get me wrong. I should have been grateful to have any guy on top of me. Tyler was a rugged jock, and I looked like his peasant wench.

But no matter how frumpy I looked compared to him, I was tired of this same ol’ boring lackadaisical penetration, which he thought was sheer rock star fucking, that left me sore with no positive outcome of a freaking orgasm.

Tyler and I had been in a relationship since my sophomore year of high school. He was the senior jock that was heavily pursued by all the girls, like all the other jocks. He towered over my 5’5” frame at 6’3”. He still had a football player’s build and the typical football player’s ass. Green eyes were surrounded by eyebrows that looked professionally arched, giving his face that modelesque look. He still wore his dirty blond hair in the Roman style that I adored when I was fifteen years old.

To me, we were polar opposites. I was petite, weak, and awkward. I was the weird freckled faced red head that was able to snag the jock with nothing but my ability to help him pass Chemistry through late hours of tutoring that eventually turned into premarital sex.

“Arrgh!”

Tyler growled lustfully into my neck.

I rolled my eyes into the back of my head.

His sweat leaked into my pores.

I cringed.

“Turn over, baby.”

Before I could consent or refuse, Tyler lifted my frail body and turned me over. Effortlessly, my body flung over to its other side. I lay on my stomach. My face was smashed into the striped Walmart sheets.

They smelled like beer, sex, and cigarettes.

They needed to be washed.

That’s what I thought as Tyler entered me; I needed to do laundry. I could smell the stench of nights of Tyler’s binge drinking, smoking, and eating in the microfiber. The strong aroma of beer swam into my nostrils as Tyler straddled my ass and got comfortable in–between my ass cheeks.

The Affair

JESSICA_THEAFFAIRTitle: The Affair

Author: Olivia Grace

Genre: New Adult Romance

Karrie Stahl and Justin Hunter aren’t your typical lovers. Sure, they love each other immensely. The passion between them is undeniable. There are just a few things horribly wrong with their love. Well, Karrie Stahl is living with her boyfriend, Tyler, and she’s never seen Justin face-to-face. As most lovers do in this day of social media and online dating, Karrie and Justin met online. Yet, no matter how they met, unbeknownst to Karrie, she had become addicted to a complete stranger. But you don’t know that you are addicted to anything until you are forced to give it up.

The day comes when they meet and things go left, when she had all hopes for it to go right. And that is when Karrie’s world begins to fall apart. She hates her drunk, loser boyfriend. Her job sucks. And she is days away from being kicked out of college, if she can’t pay tuition. What’s a girl to do when life has strapped her into an emotional and dramatic roller coaster? She sucks it up, cries on the inside like a winner, and takes life by the groin… literally.

Author Bio

Olivia Grace is a thirty-two year old mom, wife, avid reader, lover of romance, and author of New Adult Romance. Her debut novelette, The Affair, is an entertaining and provocative New Adult series! She is a working mom of two and lives in a small town in the state of Indiana.

Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Affair-New-Adult-sample-ebook/dp/B00KH4LPOY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1402950331&sr=1-1&keywords=the+affair+olivia+grace

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/gracetheewriter

Twitter: @gracetheewriter

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22297518-the-affair?from_search=true

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Book Excerpt from Orange Blossom

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We’re hosting an excerpt today from new adult contemporary romance “Orange Blossom”. Enjoy the excerpt!

Book Excerpt

He’s smiling. Not that smirk he gets when he’s bitter but also pleased about something. It’s not the smile that says that he knows happiness is temporary. When he lines up his Skee-ball shot, there is a smile on his face that is pure. Genuine. It’s like taking a step back and seeing Jack in a photograph. One from years before his life went crazy. He is just a dorky kid playing Skee-ball and he’s so happy when he nails the shot. He does an awkward little dance and it’s the kind of thing about Jack that makes me love him. He’s gorgeous and sexy and aggressive yet sweet. He’s kind and considerate of me, both sexually and in general. But I don’t love Jack for that. I love him because there is light in the world in the space he takes up. I know he doesn’t see it, but he’s inside himself. From the outside, all I see is the absolute electricity and fire that fills the air around him.

“That’s how it’s done,” he tells me when he finishes his game, wrapping up his ridiculous stack of tickets. I’m so going to lose, but I don’t care. He’s happy. I just almost wish I were better at this, so we could stay here longer, so that Jack could be this part of himself for as long as he needs.

“I think you’re perfect,” I say.

“Because I’m good at Skee-ball? Shit, that’s all it takes?”

I shake my head. “No, but you tell me all the time. I don’t think I ever say it to you. I don’t like the idea of perfection. It’s too much of a standard to live up to, but I don’t think you even understand. It’s cheesy and probably cliché, but I just can’t imagine how I could breathe without you. How did I exist before this?”

He looks down, uncomfortable because it is one thing to tell Jack he’s hot or sexy; he can handle that and he gets arrogant and ridiculous when I tell him that. However, this part of him, this vulnerability, he buries it so deep that drawing attention to it makes him want to disappear. But I don’t want that. I want him to embrace it, because it’s beautiful.

“Don’t look down,” I say and I lift his face to look at me. His eyes explode with light, the way fireworks do on New Year’s when the sky is like ink and then it’s suddenly on fire. I lean in and kiss him, feeling his hands tighten on my arms and his lips opening against mine. He’s scared. I can feel it in the way he kisses me today; he feels himself falling and he is trying to hold on and I need to figure out how to be steady enough to hold him. “Trust me,” I plead. “Let me take some of what you’re feeling. I can handle it, Jack.”

He nods. “Another day. Today, I just want to stay here, to be here with you, where it’s safe and comfortable and my entire world is this. Where strawberries and popcorn and Skee-ball and shitty plastic toys are the entirety of what exists.” He pauses. “I promise, Lily. I will. Soon. But let me hide from it. Just for a little longer?”

“Okay, but don’t hide from me, okay?” I ask.

 

About the Book

young pretty kissing wedding couple against skyTitle: Orange Blossom

Author: Sarah Daltry

“I’ve never understood a year. A year was always a measurement of something bad for me. A year in my father’s prison sentence, a year since my mom’s death, a year left of school before I could get far, far away from here. Now, as I look down the end of my college career, with only a little more than a semester to go, a year seems like something magical. It has been a year since Lily chose me, since she sat with me on the old swing set and made a decision that I was worthy of her. And every minute of the entire year has been better than the last.”

You already know their stories: Lily, the perfect princess, always living someone else’s life. And Jack, the broken boy, who had stopped believing in hope. Somehow, though, they found each other and what was one night blossomed into a love story.

Now, a year later, Jack and Lily are dreaming of the future. Despite all of his promises to himself that he would never be indebted to anyone, Jack makes a new promise – this time to Lily – that he will be there for her forever. But when life unravels for them, he starts to pull away, and Lily worries he’s out of reach for good.

When Jack does the unthinkable, Lily is left destroyed. Is it possible to have a happily ever after? Does love ever really save anyone?

Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Orange-Blossom-Flowering-Sarah-Daltry-ebook/dp/B00JDYCMS2/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-2&qid=1398542472

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/orange-blossom-flowering-novel/id842981858?mt=11

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/orange-blossom-sarah-daltry/1118953312?ean=9781497358379

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/orange-blossom-4

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-orangeblossomafloweringnovel-1452871-149.html

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/420172

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Release Day Party The Witch Hunter

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We’re celebrating the release day party of New Adult / Adult Urban Fantasy / Paranormal novel “The Witch Hunter” today.

To celebrate the release, the author was kind enough to offer 5 eBook copies as a giveaway. Scroll down for the Rafflecopter form to participate in the giveaway!

If you can’t wait for the giveaway, then purchase your copy on Amazon (Kindle), Amazon (Print) or Smashwords (ebook all formats) today.

About The Witch Hunter

 

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Author: Nicole Taylor

Genre: New Adult/Adult Urban Fantasy/Paranormal

I was born into the world covered in blood, and that’s exactly the way I left it.

 Ever since, I have been damned to walk the boundary between life and death alone. Unwillingly turned and left to my nightmare, I have seen men commit countless horrors and committed many of my own.

 My origins shall remain unknown, my true self hidden. I have been called by many names, but in this life I am known as the Witch Hunter. I have been asleep these past 150 years, until I was awoken by a haunting call.

Zachary Degaud was twenty three when he died. The problem was, he didn’t stay that way.

Present day, he’s just another vampire with another unremarkable story. That is, until he manages to provoke a two thousand year old witch named Katrin, who wants to make him pay in the most horrible way imagined.

Along with his brother Sam, newly made vampire Liz and their only witch ally, Gabby, his only chance for survival is to summon the ancient and unpredictable vampire known as the Witch Hunter.

Zac is just looking for a way out of his psychopathic witch problems, but instead will find himself falling head first into a blood feud that has stretched thousands of years.

Aya has been asleep for the past 150 years, until she was awoken by a haunting call. The witch she has been hunting for thousands of years, Katrin, has resurfaced and marked a young, annoyingly arrogant vampire by the name of Zachary Degaud. Unless she does something, he will die a slow and painful death. He has given her an opportunity to end the witch, but does she want to help him or leave him to his fate?

Zac will get under her skin like no one else has and she just might find herself making the ultimate sacrifice before he is gone forever.

They will both have to choose sides and look deep within themselves before the end. But, what Zac learns about himself, will surprise him most of all.

Author Bio

Nicole R. Taylor is an Australian born paranormal, fantasy and contemporary fiction author. She is a graduate of the University of Ballarat Professional Writing and Editing programme and is a former music memorabilia sales person and grocery merchandiser.

She currently lives in Ballarat, Victoria, Australia with a two year old rescue cat named, Burger. She enjoys reading, writing (of course!), traveling and a little too much chocolate. One day she hopes to sky dive, but has to work up the courage first.

The first in her new paranormal fantasy series, The Witch Hunter Saga is available in e-edition and print from March 20th 2013

Learn more about her writing at:

www.nicolertaylorwrites.com

She may be contacted by email at:

nicole.this.is@gmail.com

Visit her online

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twitter.com/nicole_noir
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nicole-R-Taylor/452118154855116
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6907729.Nicole_R_Taylor

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Aya opened the door and stopped just inside the doorway. In a split second she had surveyed the room. Three vampires, a witch and a werewolf. What a small town supernatural hub, Ashburton had really come up in the underworld. Perhaps her rude awakening wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. This would be very interesting, but she had to be mindful of who these creatures were. The town would be claimed by one of the groups and by the intensity in the bar, she guessed it was up for contention.

She strode towards the bar at the far side of the large open room, aware that eyes were following her progress; human and vampire. The place was not that busy yet, still early evening, but enough that she brushed past her fair share of alcohol fueled young men. Young, human men. She pulled herself up internally. This was reconnaissance only. Fresh, warm human blood straight from the source was an indulgence that too often turned her into something darker than she ever wanted to be.

At the bar she ordered a triple scotch, straight up. The bartender eyed her with a little awe; she didn’t have to read his emotions to know that he was a little turned on by the thought. On the house, he had said with a little compulsion. Strange enough, the alcohol helped with her control, but it took a lot of the stuff to make her drunk.

As the scotch slowly disappeared from the glass, her inner compass took note of the lay of the bar behind her as she sat on a stool, seemingly studying the remaining contents. She listened to the conversations around her, trying to hear anything that would be of use. Assimilating into this slightly insane new era, or locating the source of the singing blood.

Two vampires were seated with the witch at the rear of the bar and were throwing out all kinds of emotions. Mostly she caught apprehension and anger. She couldn’t help but notice the fact that they were staring at her and not making any effort to hide it, even if her back was turned. The third vampire seemed to be with them but was flitting around talking to many young humans. She felt young herself; almost newly made. The werewolf, a young testosterone fueled male, was standing to her left ordering drinks. He was unconsciously fidgeting and leaning towards her as if he could sense she was something else. And he reeked of sweat and blood.

To her annoyance, one of the vampires from the table at the rear was approaching in her blind spot. He leant against the bar with the pretence of ordering drinks, but she could feel the curiosity dripping from him. Tall, dark and handsome was such a cliché, but an apt description. He feigned a casual glance in her direction and caught her gaze. Green eyes assessed her from under his messy dark hair. Suddenly, she wondered how old he was. Certainly nowhere near her real age. No vampire in this country was, at least before she went to sleep. It was a new age and a lot more things seemed accessible even for the undead.

“Hi,” he smiled at her.

She glanced at him nonchalantly and looked away, not wanting to encourage him.

He held his hand out, flashing a warm smile, ignoring her brush off, “I’m Zachary Degaud and you are?”

She turned her head slightly and looked him up and down, “And what am I going to do with a Zachary Degaud?” She could never help being a little smart.

The faint trace of a smile touched his lips, “Just rolling out the welcome wagon.”

“Zachary is such an old fashioned name, is it not?” she prodded at the age card.

“What can I say? Old fashioned parents,” he leant closer flashing a wicked smile. She could tell he was one for playing games. Asking casual questions to gain morsels of information. She grinned inwardly not giving herself away to him. In other circumstances she would have had a lot of fun with this one. “But you can just call me Zac. And your name is?” he continued, the smile never leaving his lips.

She pointedly looked him up and down, “You can call me Aya.”

“Aya,” he tried her name out, seemingly pleased that she had taken the time to assess him. “Aya, what?”

She smirked, “Just, Aya.”

“I haven’t seen you here before, Just Aya. Are you new to town?” he winked. “And your accent. Do I detect a hint of British there?”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, “Just passing through.” Not new to town, I can remember being here long ago, she thought to herself. What a different place it was. She wondered if he knew how dark Ashburton’s past really was. “I was born in Britain,” she added before she cold stop herself. Well, her accent was unmistakable.

“Only passing? Sounds like you’ll be gone soon. Do you mind if I join you for a drink? I’d hate to miss the opportunity to get to know such a beautiful exotic lady.”

Aya unsuccessfully stifled a laugh at this. He obviously suspected she was more than human, but trying to glean information from her under duress of flattery? It was a manipulation she was well acquainted with and at least a little fond of. She was also aware that his vampire and witch friend had not stopped watching them, obviously listening in on every word.

“I don’t think so, Zachary. I’m not one for falling for cheap flattery from strange men in bars,” the lack of emotion in her voice was chilling as she shot him down.

His eyes widened ever so slightly, “Please, call me Zac.” He wasn’t used to being turned down. He was rather handsome in the dangerous kind of way; seduction was a weapon for him. Before he could retort, the door opened with a crash and a group of rowdy men burst in, laughing and seeming very pleased with themselves. Aya cursed under her breath. She couldn’t help but breathe in their scent as the wind blew in around them. They stunk of human blood and sweat and violence. Werewolves. Werewolves that had obviously been on the hunt in their human form. Zac visibly stiffened.

Aya raised her eyebrow at him, “Friends of yours?”

“Not in the slightest,” he glanced back to his friends, who were looking a little unsettled, but both groups kept their distance at opposite ends of the bar, giving away that they were currently on edge with each other. These were the groups fighting over the town, now she was sure about it.

Repulsed by the emotions emanating from the wolves, she scowled. Hunting was one thing, but killing innocent humans for sport went against all that she had worked for. She seethed inwardly; it would be so easy to tear them apart, to strew their body parts through the forest. It wouldn’t take long. She felt her eyes clouding at the thought, blinking she cleared her mind and turned back to Zac. She had to be careful. There was still the issue of finding the one who had called her without revealing herself in the process.

“Well,” she declared. “This town is flavorsome.”

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