What do you do when everything you thought you knew about yourself turns out to be a lie, forcing you to re-evaluate your life?
Do you face them?
Or do you run?
My name is Suzy. I am the girl who has always believed in fairytales, unicorns, and that wishing upon a shooting star would make all my dreams come true.
I have always had faith that I would find my very own Prince Charming. I have always been certain that we all have a soul mate...that we will find our true love someday, and that we must never give up.
But not that long ago, I started to wonder...
What if my Prince is in fact...a Princess?
Why is it so hard to be seen for who I am?
Love is love, isn’t it?
I have started to lose faith in my once so adamant beliefs: where is my one? Where is the person who will be able to restore my faith in the fairy-tale and the happy-ever-afters?
Is New York the right place for someone like me? Or will she squish me like a small, insignificant bug beneath her feet?
Only time will tell.
***While this is book #2 in The Believe Series, it can be read as a standalone novel. Due to the sexual nature and subjects addressed, it is not appropriate for readers under the age of 18.***
Karen Ferry is a thirty-something writer, wife to a quiet, laidback man, and mother to a gorgeous, stubborn, redheaded girl who keeps her parents on their toes.
Karen tends to have a short fuse if she does not get a proper caffeine fix first thing in the mornings, but she is, in fact, a gentle person deep down.
Karen loves Italian food and wine, travelling, and spending time with her family. When she is not writing, she reads – her favourite genres are New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotica and Romantic Suspense. She can never get enough of romance. Or of too many book boyfriends, either.
Even though Karen is Danish, she has always felt more at ease writing stories in English, and she has not read a book in her native tongue in over ten years. She can be very outspoken and a complete fan girl of other authors online but can be very shy once she meets you in person.
Today we’re celebrating the release of Cassia Anti-Romance! Anti-Romance is NOT a romance. This is a hilariously screwed-up stand-alone novel love story that’s a must read!
About Anti-Romance:
Laney Hill is screwed. On the bed. On the treadmill. On the hood of a BMW. And on her boss’s desk. Then she’s screwed again when she steps into the free clinic and finds out she has gonorrhea. That dirty prick gave her gonorrhea! She’s totally going to break up with him...until he breaks up with her...because he’s married!
A night out drinking with friends leads to a fateful--yet awkwardly-sloppy--kiss between her and her best friend George Bratton.
George has been single and pining for his ex-girlfriend ever since their breakup two years ago. When his ex invites him to her destination wedding in London, self-destructive George and gonorrhea survivor Laney make a deal to go as each other’s dates. It will make great material for Laney’s “Anti-Romance” blog and maybe it will help George finally get over his ex. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
This is a stand-alone novel.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually walking in the rain or reading.
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Now she's back, a constant
reminder of what I lost, what could have been.
I hate her.
I resent her.
I still love her.
Can I forgive her...
Will she be my end once again
or my beginning?
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From the very first time that we got a glimpse of Dylan and
Aubrey, I knew that it would break me, and I needed it all the same. I am a sucker for second chance romances, and
I am a self-professed angst whore. So
when they are both together in one place, it makes my heart happy. However, with this book, it didn’t stay happy
for very long. To say that M. ripped my
heart out, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it repeatedly would be an
understatement. There were moments that
I felt like I couldn’t take anymore.
There were times, I could not see through my tears because they wouldn’t
let up. I had to set down my kindle and
walk away, repeatedly. I thought, “OMG,
how much more can these two go through…it has to let up.”, only to be proven I
was wrong. I was not prepared for the
onslaught of emotions that Dylan and Aubrey’s story put me through.
We get small glimpses of their relationship in Complicate Me,
and Forbid Me. Enough to know that they
do not have an easy road to walk. Their
lives get turned upside down, and torn apart both in part to their own actions
and outside circumstances. Finding their
way back, is probably one of the hardest things they will have to fight for.
If there is one thing I have learned from reading an M. Robinson
book, is that she is a fabulous story teller.
She doesn’t shy away from the stories her characters tell her, no matter
how hard and painful they are.
If you haven’t started this series, you can start with Undo Me, but I would
HIGHLY suggest that you start at the beginning to get the whole effect, with
Complicate Me, and then Forbid Me, and Undo Me is the third (stand alone) book
in the series.
This book is one of the best books I have read all year. In fact, here it is, weeks since release and
I am still reeling, and holding on to a massive book hangover. I truly love this series, and if you are like
me then you definitely will too.
He pulled back a little, resting his forehead on mine to
look into my eyes. To cripple me in ways I never thought possible. There was a
hunger in his glare that I couldn’t quite place, he wasn’t even touching me and
yet I still felt him all over. Both of us were panting, our breathing mirroring
one another’s, our hearts escalating higher and higher and beating beside each
other.
So intense.
So consuming.
So mind-blowing.
In that second, in that minute, in that hour… I wanted him.
I wanted his touch, I wanted his kiss, I wanted his taste, I
wanted all his movements, all his adoration and his love, all his devotion, his
laugh, his smile, everything, anything.
Every. Last. Part.
Him.
I reached for the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it and
pulling it away from his body and he let me. I touched the pulse of his neck,
down to his heart, passed his taut abs until I reached his belt. The warmth and
velvetiness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter. The
butterfly feeling never got old. It was becoming one of my favorite feelings.
A feeling only he could ignite in me.
I gasped when he unexpectedly gripped my hand, stopping me.
“Are you sure?” he huskily rasped, my favorite sound in the
world.
Before I could assure him, tell him what I felt so deeply in
my heart, tell him how much he meant to me, how much I wanted to be his and
only his, how much I wanted him to undo me.
Own me.
He hoarsely murmured against my lips, “Suga’ once I start
there will be no going back. I won’t stop until I’ve explored every last inch
of your flesh… until I’m etched so far into your heart that you’ll never be
able to touch your skin and not feel me.”
With wide eyes I swallowed hard and breathed out, “Promise?”
“Always.”
He let go of my hand and I unclasped his belt, next were his
slacks, pulling them apart and lowering the zipper. Before I could touch him
where I really wanted to, where I had been craving since the second I saw him
in his black tuxedo, he slapped my hand away.
“This isn’t about me. This is about you.”
His gaze set me on fire, my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved
having him look at me like that. Knowing I never wanted him to stop looking at
me in that way, the way that made me feel like we were the only two people in
the world, like I was the only girl in the world. He had my heart in his hands,
to do what he pleased with.
I knew right then and there that I would never be able to go
without him.
He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss me. The second his
tongue touched mine, it turned into its own moment, its own creation, its own
world. His body fell forward and mine backward, pushing me further into my
mattress. My legs spread wider and he readily lay in between them, placing all
his weight on his arms that were cradling my face. The room was dim, but I
could sense him everywhere and all at once.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aubrey. So damn beautiful,” he
groaned into the side of my neck as he placed soft kisses down to my cleavage
and toward my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as his hand caressed my other
breast, leaving me withering beneath him. Chills running up and down my waiting
body. My back arched off the bed, wanting more and he obliged. I could feel his
erection on my wet core as he purposely moved his hips, grinding against my
heat, creating a delicious tingling that I felt all over.
I sucked in my bottom lip to conceal the moan that was about
to escape.
“Darlin’, I want you to make every fucking noise possible.
Do you understand me?”
I moaned in response and it earned me a forceful yet tender caress
of his hand against my clit. He manipulated my bundle of nerves and within
minutes my legs started to shake and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He
effortlessly made his way down my body, pushing his fingers into my opening and
sucking on my nub in a back and forth motion.
My hands immediately gripped his hair and he grunted in
satisfaction. I couldn’t take it anymore, the room started to spin and my
breathing faltered.
“Hmm… ah… mmm…” I exhaled.
The next thing I knew, he was kissing me, and I tasted myself
all over his mouth. It was intoxicating as much as it was arousing. He knew my
body better than I did, spending hours upon hours exploring it until he
memorized every last curve.
I heard a rustling of some sort and opened my eyes to see
that he was opening a condom as he kicked off his slacks and boxer briefs. I
watched with fascinated eyes as he rolled it up his big, hard cock, barely
being able to contain my need for his body to once again be on top of
mine.
He kissed me again, giving me exactly what I craved and
placed the tip of his dick at my opening.
“I love you,” he whispered in between kissing me.
“I love you, too. More than
anything,” I murmured, not breaking our kiss and eye contact.
M. Robinson loves to read. She
favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of
course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in New Jersey
but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology,
with two years left.
She is married to an amazing
man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby
cat.