AN AMBITIOUS BOMBSHELL IS ABOUT TO BRING THE KING OF WALL STREET TO HIS KNEES.
I keep my two worlds separate.
At work, I’m King of Wall Street. The heaviest hitters in Manhattan come to me to make money. They do whatever I say because I’m always right. I’m shrewd. Exacting. Some say ruthless.
At home, I’m a single dad trying to keep his fourteen year old daughter a kid for as long as possible. If my daughter does what I say, somewhere there’s a snowball surviving in hell. And nothing I say is ever right.
When Harper Jayne starts as a junior researcher at my firm, the barriers between my worlds begin to dissolve. She’s the most infuriating woman I’ve ever worked with.
I don’t like the way she bends over the photocopier—it makes my mouth water.
I hate the way she’s so eager to do a good job—it makes my dick twitch.
And I can’t stand the way she wears her hair up exposing her long neck. It makes me want to strip her naked, bend her over my desk and trail my tongue all over her body.
If my two worlds are going to collide, Harper Jayne will have to learn that I don't just rule the boardroom. I’m in charge of the bedroom, too.
USA Today bestselling author, Louise Bay writes sexy, contemporary romance novels - the kind she likes to read. Her books include the novels Faithful and Hopeful and the novella series' The Empire State Series, What the Lightning Sees and Calling Me. The novels and together the series are stand-alone although there are some overlapping characters.Ruined by romantic mini-series of the eighties, Louise loves all things romantic. There's not enough of it in real life so she disappears into the fictional worlds in books and films.Louise loves the rain, the West Wing, London, days when she doesn't have to wear make-up, being on her own, being with friends, elephants and champagne.
If there was ever a time when I said you must read a book,
NOW IS THE TIME.
Pay Attention.
I know many of you have seen images and the buzz floating around the interwebs about E.K. Blair and her soon to be released new book
Author Anonymous.
(Pre-Order links below)
Well I am super excited to be able to share with you my
EARLY REVIEW
***Spoiler Alert***
I loved it!
So take a look, TBR this baby PRE-ORDER NOW and get ready for one of the most anticipated release of the year...
A TRUE STORY told through the voice of New York Times Bestselling author E.K. Blair.
She’s an author. She’s a mother. She’s a wife. She’s a fraud.
A woman marked and bound by her own deceit, this is the astounding tale of how one choice knocked her world from its axis forcing her to battle through a year of scandal and betrayal, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.
Ok. Let me first explain how this is going to go. This being
what you are about to read from me. There are times when words flow freely from
my mind onto the keyboard after I read a story, then there are times where I
need to dig deep to pull my thoughts together to form a coherent thought. THEN
there are times where I spend days trying to write a sentence and all I do is
backspace more than I hit the period key, and I give up trying to write and
just lay down how I feel, without care about run on sentences, or the over use
of commas.
This is that latter time.
We all know the talent that flows from E.K. Blair. You can
google her and find her rankings; you can go to any retail platform and see
hundreds of favorable reviews that include phrases like “favorite author”, “must
read author”, “brilliant writer”, and other positive words. What I didn’t
expect was to be completely enthralled from beginning to end when I opened up
my kindle to read the Author Anonymous file that was sent to me before
publication. I expected a great story yes, but I didn’t expect to actually feel
like I was in this fictional world. Because it’s really a world that I split my
own life in half to be in. I felt every emotion that was being told to me. I
walked alongside the characters as they walked down the street. I was watching
the author character and her assistant sitting at the table at the book
signings. I felt every kiss, every thrust, and every graze of the finger. I
heard every scream and listened closely to all the whispers. I too had the
tears, and the triple beating of the heart, the stomach drop when the truth
began to come to the forefront. I sat
and read these words from beginning to end with no break in between for fear
that I was going to miss something, never mind the fact that I couldn’t
possibly miss any words. I was invested 110%. I came upon the end with sadness
and relief, I wanted to keep going but I know I needed to let it go. Author
Anonymous is just that good.
I can go back to the original emails I received with the
words saying how E.K. Blair felt the need to tell this story that isn’t really
her story and I now understand fully the need for this story to be told. Author
Anonymous is beautiful as it is devastating and perfect in its execution. I
couldn’t have asked for a better experience.
New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling author, E.K. Blair, takes her readers on an emotional roller coaster with her books. A former first grade teacher with an imagination that runs wild. Daydreaming and zoning out is how she was often found in high school. Blair tends to drift towards everything dark and moody and has been noted as 'The Queen of Dark and Twisted'. Give her a character and she will take pleasure in breaking them down, digging into their core to find what lies underneath.
Aside from writing, E.K. Blair finds pleasure in music, drinking her Starbucks in peace, and spending time with her friends. She's a thinker, an artist, a wife, a mom, and everything in between.
From NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel…
She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.
Edie Evans is gorgeous.
Sexy.
Kind.
She’s also the definition of off-limits.
But that didn't stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night.
But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too.
The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again.
Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.
Austin Stone is dangerous.
Alluring.
Tempting.
He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again.
It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him.
Our desire is overpowering.
Our need unrelenting.
She is my hope.
He is my weakness.
We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.
"Meaningful. Mesmerizing. Magnificent...5 but should be 10 beautiful, broken, brilliant, and imperfectly perfect stars .”Karen, Bookalicious Babes Blog
"A beautifully written story about broken hearts and unshakable longing, about second chances and third chances and a whispered hope for a happily ever after. Intensely felt on every level, Edie and Austin’s story will own you."Vilma, Vilma’s Book Blog
“Beautiful. Sexy. Dripping with tenderness. I felt the emotion in this story all the way to my toes.”Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author
“6 Stars - Wait is equally devastating and beautiful! A.L. Jackson has a way of pouring words onto a page that makes you crave every piece of a story.” Molly McAdams, NYT Bestselling Author
“Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head.
I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it.
Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back.
But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification.
Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door.
My girl.
In my bed.
Wearing just her panties and my shirt.
An angel I wanted to dirty.
I always had.
Love was messy like that.
All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length.
A fool thinking it might be enough.
Shit.
God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight.
Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick.
Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me.
My breaths were coming short.
Panted and hard.
I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body.
A soft, soft gasp.
I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind.
Just another part of this fantasy.
Until I heard the small thump against the wall.
Shit.
I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me.
Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before.
Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed.
It was just a little sliver that left me exposed.
But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall.
She stared right back at me.
And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again.
Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do.
But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south.
Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train.
Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room.
Alive.
She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together.
Motherfuck.
My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016.
If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.
Be sure not to miss new releases and sales from A.L. Jackson - Sign up to receive her newsletter http://bit.ly/NewsFromALJackson or text “jackson” to 96000 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.
I’ve gone years with a different man in a different bed each night, but one glance from a ruminating stranger as he lifts my panties to his nose narrows my attraction from multiple men to only one.
I’m not entirely sure how to process the thoughts and passions battling in my mind until he gives me no other choice…until I’m thrust into an unstable emotional high that I cannot seem to resist.
His objective is to break me in and savor me as if I’m his favorite bottle of single malt whiskey.
I’m well aware of my sensual dependencies. He’s unaware that his still exist.
A self-published author by night and all around busybody by day, Sasha is an international baby, born in gorgeous South Africa. Her cultured lifestyle is one that many don’t get to experience. When she’s not preoccupied with reading romance novels, she’s hashing out new ways to translate a titillating and libidinous scene onto a page.
From NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel…
She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.
Edie Evans is gorgeous.
Sexy.
Kind.
She’s also the definition of off-limits.
But that didn't stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night.
But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too.
The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again.
Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.
Austin Stone is dangerous.
Alluring.
Tempting.
He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again.
It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him.
Our desire is overpowering.
Our need unrelenting.
She is my hope.
He is my weakness.
We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.
“Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself
against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head.
I sucked in a breath, released it
between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it.
Head dropped and chest heaving as
rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back.
But it did nothing to lessen the need.
Gave me no sanity or pacification.
Because all I could think about was the
girl on the other side of the door.
My girl.
In my bed.
Wearing just her panties and my shirt.
An angel I wanted to dirty.
I always had.
Love was messy like that.
All of my restraint scattered. I
gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my
hand against my rigid length.
A fool thinking it might be enough.
Shit.
God, I was a bastard, but there was
nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my
forearm above my head to hold my weight.
Water pounded down on my head and back
while I pounded my fist against my dick.
Trying to keep silent when all I wanted
was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out
for me.
My breaths were coming short.
Panted and hard.
I gave into imagining the sounds she
would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body.
A soft, soft gasp.
I slowed, trying to convince myself
that throaty sound was all in my mind.
Just another part of this fantasy.
Until I heard the small thump against
the wall.
Shit.
I mashed my eyes closed, like it might
hide me.
Conceal the depravity of my actions
after I’d just been comforting her hours before.
Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far
enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been
drawn fully closed.
It was just a little sliver that left
me exposed.
But it was enough. When I peered out, I
was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall.
She stared right back at me.
And I wanted to be horrified, my mind
scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking
grovel to keep her from turning and running once again.
Because that’s exactly what I expected
her to do.
But her expression…her expression
clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I
had left stampeding south.
Red, lush lips were parted, her hand
pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded,
cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet
mouth like a goddamned freight train.
Desire swelled in the confines of the
too-tight room.
Alive.
She pressed deeper into the wall as if
it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing
together.
Motherfuck.
My hand shot to the shower wall to
steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016.
If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.
Be sure not to miss new releases and sales from A.L. Jackson - Sign up to receive her newsletter http://bit.ly/NewsFromALJackson or text “jackson” to 96000 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.
Our favorite reality couple is back in TWISTED REALITY releasing on August 16th!
Find out what happens with Josh and Joey after the cameras stop rolling, Make sure to enter the two giveaways below
When we left off in Blind Reality, Josh was on bended knee proposing to Joey. The cameras were rolling, and the audience was waiting…
Joshua Wilson never thought he’d get married until the day that he met and married Joey Mitchell on the hit television show Married Blind.
Joey never thought she’d find love… period, especially after her heart was broken. But now that she’s married to her celebrity crush, she’s trying to turn her fairytale into her happily ever after before the wicked witch takes a bit out of her apple.
Now TV’s favorite couple is moving their love affair off camera and trying to build a life around Josh’s Hollywood career while dodging his crazy fans, producers wanting to chronicle their first year of marriage for the public and Jules Maxwell—Josh’s all too famous ex.
But we all know where there’s good, there’s bad. Every relationship has its ups and downs. With the cameras no longer watching their every move, will the love they shared in the house be the same when their lives become a Twisted Reality?
Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.
Originally from Portland, Oregon and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland Westie/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot.
When she’s isn’t writing one of the many stories planned for release, you’ll find her sitting court-side during either daughter’s basketball games.
