Saturday, October 18, 2014

Zoe and the Demon Slayer Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Zoe and the Demon Slayer 
Neel Kay
Publication date: October 6th 2014
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult


Synopsis:

Twenty-four year old book worm and blogger Zoe Graves was looking forward to the fourth and final instalment of her favourite book saga –The Augustin Chronicles. The evening was meant to be spent in line at the local bookstore with hundreds of other fans, getting the book, maybe even meeting the author, and ultimately spending the night with the dreamiest hero of them all, Lucien de Forest and the love of his life Noomi Augustin.

But somewhere someone thought otherwise.

Confused and hurt after a mugging by the bookstore, Zoe is somehow transported to another world, and suddenly finds herself in a snow-covered landscape witnessing a bloody fight far away from the English summer, and is left to rely on the help from the rather reluctant Matis, who just happen to be out to kill none other than Zoe’s favourite hero and heroine, Lucien and Noomi.

Although convinced she might be in some sort of limbo or maybe even in a coma, Zoe figures that her role in the story is to prevent Matis from killing her all-time favourite fictional couple.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21526374-zoe-and-the-demon-slayer?ac=1


Purchase:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Zoe-Demon-Slayer-Neel-Kay-ebook/dp/B00O6Z4LGY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1412868896&sr=8-1&keywords=Zoe+the+Demon+Slayer
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Excerpt

“It must be a very mild climate where you’re from?” Matis said. “In England? I mean, since you weren’t exactly dressed for the Worrockan winters.”
“Well, it’s summer there. Or at least it was when I left.” Zoe’s head snapped up when his words finally sank in, and she was immediately attacked by furious snowflakes stabbing her in the eyes.
“Worrockan?” she repeated. A flood of angry warmth rushed to her cheeks, and her shoulders started to shake uncontrollably. “As in the Kingdom of Worrock?”
Matis glanced at her sideways, his features suddenly set in a guarded grimace. He looked like he’d done last night, suspicious and alert. “Yes?” he said, dragging it out as a questioning threat.
“And Eldgaard?”
“It’s our capital city.” He stopped and eyeballed her with a grim expression, his dark eyes flashing with what could only be described as mistrust.
Zoe scoffed while blinking excessively, trying hard to prevent the blasted snow from blinding her. “Who the hell are you?” she bellowed.
Thora and Silas both stopped and turned around simultaneously with confusion written all over their faces.
“Worrock is a fictional land,” Zoe continued. She stepped in front of Matis, facing him and stopping him with both hands against his chest.
“It is what?” Matis glanced over her shoulder, presumably at his friends behind her, before he returned his attention towards her furious outbursts.
“This is a setup, isn’t it? Where are the cameras? Where are the bloody cameras? Is it in your clothes?”
Zoe grabbed hold of Matis’ cloak and started looking for small cameras hidden in buttons or in those strange brooches that were holding his cloak in place, and every now and again she’d stop and listen for voices from a control room or something. Somewhere someone was laughing their head off and she wasn’t having it.
“What’s a camera?” Thora wondered.
Matis sighed as he grabbed her wrists and prevented her from searching him any further. He pulled her arms down and pulled her into him, holding her tightly in place as he glared down at her.
“I’m not crazy,” she hissed at him, lifting her chin and arching her eyebrows to let him know she wasn’t afraid of him. “It is you who are making me crazy with all this fake shit. None of this is real. It is impossible!”
“You think this is fake?” Matis released her wrists and quickly folded his hands around her upper arms, actually lifting her up from the ground, and then he tossed her away as if she weighed practically nothing.
“Matis!” Thora exclaimed in shocked horror as Zoe landed in the deep snow a couple of feet away.
“What? She needs to cool the hell down.” He walked past Zoe, who was desperately trying to get back up before the snow had a chance to soak through her clothes, leaving her wet and even colder. As Thora quickly came to her aid and brushed her down, Matis barged on, taking the lead with incredible strides.
“Hey! Wait,” Thora called out.
Silas started to follow Matis, but then stopped and turned halfway around by the sound of Thora’s voice. He looked like he had absolutely no idea what to do.
“Hey sweetheart,” Thora said to Zoe. “You have to keep up. And try not to infuriate Matis too much. He’s not a big people’s person.”
“No, really?” Zoe sputtered sarcastically. “He’s got some serious bipolar issues.” Although she got his point; the snow certainly wasn’t fake. 


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AUTHOR BIO:

Introvert, creative, awkward.

Neel Kay lives with her husband and two kids in rural surroundings in the south of Denmark, not far from the German border. She’s a trained milliner, studied English at university, and now works a day job as a web editor. But she’s been writing always.

Love coffee, scarves and sea views. Oh, and butt-kicking heroines who know how to swing a sword and aren’t afraid to get a little dirty.


Author Links:
http://neelkay.wordpress.com/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6518450.Neel_Kay
https://www.facebook.com/neelkayauthor
https://twitter.com/neelkay


Friday, October 17, 2014

Words That Bind Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Words That Bind
Ash Krafton

Genre: paranormal romance


Date of Publication: Oct. 10, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-62830-560-9
ISBN: 978-1-62830-561-6

Number of pages: 314
Word Count: 75000

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Book Description:

Social worker Tam Kerish can’t keep her cool professionalism when steamy client Mr. Burns kindles a desire for more than a client-therapist relationship—so she drops him. However, they discover she’s the talisman to which Burns, an immortal djinn, has been bound since the days of King Solomon…and that makes it difficult.

Ethical guidelines are unequivocal when it comes to personal relationships with clients. However, the djinn has a thawing effect on the usually non-emotive Tam, who begins to feel true emotion whenever he is near. Tam has to make a difficult choice: to stay on the outside, forever looking in…or to turn her back on her entire world, just for the chance to finally experience what it means to fall in love.


Available at Amazon and Wild Rose Publishing



Excerpt 

Chapter One

Damn, but this was a miserable city.
A miserable city, in a miserable season, with a miserable chilly dampness oppressive enough to put out the hottest of fires. If he didn’t have to be here, he’d be reclining on a low couch surrounded by silken-clad women and the open sands of the high desert.
If he didn’t have to be here, he wouldn’t be standing in a cramped parking lot in an East Coast city (really. East Coast. The very thought made him curl his lips in disdain) staring up at a balcony three floors up.
If he didn’t have to be here, he wouldn’t. But it was here, and it was close, and he wouldn’t have to put up with this permeating on-again off-again rain much longer.
The thought of it being so close made him dizzy enough to sway on his feet. Ah, well. Wearing a human form had so many limitations. Take skin, for instance. And this ridiculous human obsession with trousers.
A loud argument erupted on the balcony above, catching his attention.
Women. Of course. Emotional, volatile, dangerous, loud…sometimes, good qualities. Especially where low couches could be found.
On balconies, peppered with vulgar language…just annoying.
Still. It was here, its presence burning like a dull itch in the back of his brain. That particular sensation, too, was annoying, but after so many decades of not feeling it all, it was a good kind of annoying. One that soon would be quenched.
Forever.
Suddenly, the sensation brightened, became sharper, clearer, like the full moon sliding free of the clouds. The argument stopped.
Ah. Finally. He turned up the collar of his overcoat against the nip of a sudden breeze and tilted his head, scanning the balcony, watching. Waiting.
A young female with tousled purple hair hunched over the railing, resting on her elbows, trying to light a cigarette. Repulsive things, cigarettes. Lacked elegance. Why not a hookah, or even a slender golden pipe? This modern age was all substance. No style.
He unfocused his gaze and looked through the girl. Nothing remarkable about that female whatsoever. She had nothing to do with the object of his desire and so was of no consequence to him. He disregarded her completely.
Another figure appeared at the rail. Another female. This one seized his notice, snapping his spine ram-rod straight.
Long chestnut hair swept in waves over her shoulder, hiding her face. He zoomed in on her and almost fell flat backwards, buckling under the smacking impact upon his heart.
Her. She had it.
Suddenly, the low gray clouds burned off in a blaze of summer brilliance, so great was the feeling in his chest. Hope. Hope eclipsed centuries of despair in that single moment.
She had it!
He side-stepped the BMW behind him, wanting a better angle, wishing to see her face. So intent was he upon the other woman that he nearly missed the cigarette that sailed past his cheek to land on the car. He curled his fists, an oath on his lips. He should be used to the crude behaviors of mortals, but still, how it bristled against his insides. Obviously, they’d been raised by very different mothers.
But then woman turned, and his scowl melted from his face. Her dark eyes met his, a split-second connection that felt like the bite of an electric current. His heart tripped on a beat and he gaped.
Remarkable. This noisy, chaotic city where all was a tangle of technology and confusion and those odd diagonal streets—she stood out: a straight line, a calm constancy, the eye within the storm. He was confounded by the impression of her psyche. Unique was too commonplace a word.
A place to sit. He rubbed his mouth, staring up at her. To sit would be good right now. He didn’t want to end up on his knees, not here amidst the puddles and wet leaves.
The young girl twisted around and hopped up on the rail. Odd. The railing didn’t look wide enough to make a comfortable seat. Well. Considering her choice of hair color, he wasn’t surprised by her action. Obviously, she was a little off.
He thumbed the edge of the business card in his hand, one that bore the address and the name of the counselling center to which the balcony belonged. Of course, she was. Why else would she be visiting a therapist?
Apparently, the bird reconsidered her perch, because she disappeared in the next moment. A piercing shriek sounded, loud enough that he had to cover his ears. It only lasted a few seconds, however, followed by a few more desperate shouts.
And then there came no sound at all, except for the traffic and the sparrows making a racket in the hedges bordering the parking lot. The women and the mental itch had retreated back into the building.
He stood a few moments longer, watching the balcony, hoping for another glimpse of her. But the remarkable woman and that wonderful sensation did not return.
He brushed his fingers together and tugged his suit jacket straight. No matter. She may have that which he sought, but she did not need to come back out.
Because he was going in after it.
And this time, he was going to get it.






About the Author:

Ash Krafton is a speculative fiction author from northeastern Pennsylvania. Krafton’s first novel, Bleeding Hearts was published in 2012 as part of a three-book urban fantasy series The Books of the Demimonde (Pink Narcissus Press).

An urban fantasy novella, Strangers at the Hell Gate, was published by Wild Rose Press in 2013. Her latest project, Words That Bind, won first place in the HeRA RWA “Show Me the Spark” 2013 competition; it is also available through Wild Rose Press as an October 2014 release.

Krafton also writes New Adult speculative fiction novels under the pen name AJ Krafton. Upcoming titles include The Heartbeat Thief, Face of the Enemy, and the award-winning Takin’ It Back. She is part of a YA/NA collective known as the Infinite Ink Authors.

In addition to novel-length fiction, Krafton enjoys writing poetry and short prose, some of which earned distinctions in various writing competitions. One of her poems was also nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She’s a proud member of Pennwriters, Romance Writers of America, and Pikes Peak Writers. Krafton is also a staff blogger for the Query Tracker Blog.



The Ryan Chronicles Release Day Blitz & Excerpt!

The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy
The Ryan Chronicles
Books 1,2,3
J.E. Taylor

Genre: Paranormal Romance /
Paranormal Suspense

Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction /
Novel Concept Publishing, LLC

Date of Publication: 10-17-14
ASIN: B00N078SEA

Cover Artist: Cora Graphics

Book Description:

The Ryan Chronicles - Book One: Saving Grace

When CJ Ryan's girlfriend decides life is less complicated without him, CJ travels a destructive path into despair, walking the line between what's right and what feels good. But what feels good is a dangerous slope to travel, especially when Lucifer wages war for his soul.

One wrong step and CJ could fall into the devil's trap, becoming no better than the demons he battles.

The Ryan Chronicles - Book Two: Raven Heart

CJ Ryan still can't remember a thing about his past, but he is determined to have a future with Valerie. Despite his lack of memory, he finds himself ensnared in the cutthroat world of entertainment whether he wants it or not. The push into the spotlight shines a harsh glare on his family and brings with it a plague of horrors that drag him to the edge.

With the darkness of the past threatening, CJ turns to his brother looking for answers, but when an enemy with a psychotic history re-enters their lives, it will take more than just his memory to save them.

The Ryan Chronicles - Book Three: Trinity's Wrath

CJ Ryan's life seems to have fallen into place, and while the backdrop of his Hawaiian honeymoon provides the perfect healing elixir, the guilt of sentencing his father to an eternity of torture at Lucifer's hands starts to intrude on his happily-ever-after.

When he and Valerie return from Hawaii, a note from the king of hell greets him, outlining in sickening detail his plans for CJ and those he holds dearest.

With everyone he loves on Lucifer's hit list, CJ must start living up to the bargain he made in Heaven, but every one of Hell's gates he closes is one less portal available for his father's escape.

Available at Amazon



Excerpt 

book 1:
She smiled and I felt a need stir inside me, and it had nothing to do with my heart, or soul, for that matter.
“You really let a demon tie you up?” Dimples appeared in her cheeks and mine bloomed with heat.
I shifted, focusing back on the darkness beyond the glass, suddenly uncomfortable and unable to look at her. I swear my face must be the shade of a bright red kickball. “I wasn’t exactly myself,” I said without looking at her.
She chuckled.
The kind of chuckle that was meant as a turn on and I slid my gaze to her. “You like your men tied up?” I raised an eyebrow. It was her turn to blush and she grinned, shrugging and looking back outside. Before I could explore more of this conversation, she took a step back, dragging me with her.
There must have been a dozen pale creatures slinking across the back yard. I gave her hand that gripped my upper arm a gentle pat and she turned her frightened gaze to me.
“They won’t get through.” My voice held confidence, but deep inside, I was trembling just as much as she was. Damian, Steve, and I had wiped out more than this at the cove, but that was three of us and of course Paradise Cove probably had a lot to do with it.
We both focused on the approaching horde and without much thought, I slung my arm around Valerie’s shoulder and pulled her close. It was time to concentrate on the deadly quality of the wall I put up. I wasn’t sure of how much sizzle to put into it.
“I want to see them burn,” Valerie said, answering my silent contemplation and a chill ran up my spine.
She had every right to hate these creatures as much as demons and I concentrated, glaring at the approaching danger. Saliva ran from their lips and their teeth gleamed in the moonlight. My heart pounded in my chest, sending throbbing vibrations through my skin. The harder my heart beat, the hungrier the approaching vampires looked.
“Just a few more feet,” I muttered, focusing on the entire perimeter of the house because I wasn’t as much of an idiot as they thought. This wasn’t the only line of assault. Still, when they advanced, I took a cautious step backwards, pulling Valerie with me. The power inside me grew and I couldn’t tell whether it was the adrenaline or the power raking across my skin like a hundred finely manicured nails. The sensation grew, moving from the land of pleasure into the world of discomfort and I gritted my teeth.
“Come on, you motherfuckers,” I growled, loud enough for their acute hearing to pick up. I moved Valerie behind me and positioned myself in a fighting stance, waving them in with my leading hand. The results were memorable.
They all launched towards the glass slider and the moment they hit my invisible barrier each vampire burst into a ball of flame. The roar of fire drowned out their screams, but I heard them and the dark part of my soul reveled in it.
Valerie let out a high pitched laugh and I glanced back at her, smiling.
She met my gaze with a measure of awe. “The only one I ever saw do something that impressive was Michael.”
Being compared to an archangel was humbling and I glanced outside at the black dust spinning on the wind. “I’m not an angel.”
“Oh, I gathered that,” she said and stepped away.
I turned towards her. “What do you mean by that?”
“You’re more recent activities?”
I shoved my hands into my pockets and stared at the floor, shamed by the fact she was privy to my more decadent actions. Instead of apologizing, I lifted my gaze to hers, studying the memories of her past, especially the times after the more traumatic events. Naomi was right about one thing. The girl never freaked out. Ever.
And therein lay the challenge.
I let a grin slowly surface and narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. “So, you want to try out some of those ‘activities’ with me?”
She laughed. The kind of laugh that bruised a man’s ego and when she went into the gale realm, I crossed my arms, my good humor turning sourer by the second.

About the Author:


J.E. Taylor is a writer, a publisher, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife and a business analyst, not necessarily in that order. She first sat down to seriously write in February of 2007 after her daughter asked:

“Mom, if you could do anything, what would you do?”

From that moment on, she hasn’t looked back and now her writing résumé includes more than a dozen published novels along with several short stories on the virtual shelves including a few within eXcessica anthologies.

In addition to being co-owner of Novel Concept Publishing , Ms. Taylor also moonlights as a Senior Editor of Allegory an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror. She has been known to edit a book or two and also offers her services judging writing contests for various Romance Writers Association chapters.

She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on the shore in southern Maine.

Visit her at www.jetaylor75.com and sign up for her newsletter for early previews of her upcoming books, release announcements, and special opportunities for free swag!

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Books by J.E. Taylor

The Ryan Chronicles Series
Saving Grace
Raven Heart
Trinity’s Wrath (10/17/2014)
The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy (10/17/2014)

Night Hawk Series:
Night Hawk
Tigress
Trinity Rising
Night Hawk Trilogy

Steve Williams Series:
Dark Reckoning
Vengeance
Hunting Season
Georgia Reign
Crystal Illusions
Saving Face
The Steve Williams Series (all six books in a box e-book set)

The Death Chronicles Series:
Don’t Fear the Reaper
Highway to Hell
Knocking on Heaven’s Door
The Death Chronicles Trilogy

The Games Series:
Survival Games
Mind Games
End Game
The Games Trilogy

Other titles:
Steam – Anthology
Glimpses – Anthology
Messiah

Short Stories by J.E. Taylor
Miami Heat
Mile High
Office Games
The Raising
The Seduction of Sir Galahad
Armageddon
Harvest Moon
Abyss
Grayson House
Nightmares
The Understudy




Thursday, October 16, 2014

Wicked Flower Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Wicked Flower
A Sin Pointe Novel
Book 5
Carlene Love Flores

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance


ISBN: 978-1-77130-987-5
ASIN: B00N44IJEI

Number of pages: 228
Word Count: 80,160

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Book Description:

Sin Pointe front man Stefan Calderon is playing a very dangerous game and his mom’s live-in caretaker, Dani Foster, just landed right smack in the middle of it.

Practically strangers when Stefan rolls into his small hometown looking to patch things up with Mom, his and Dani’s worlds collide with a hot and intense hook up. He knows right away this woman will make the perfect partner for his two weeks in town. But when she realizes whose son he is, and what he’s there to do, sexy times come to an abrupt halt.

That is until they come up with a solution. Rules. Every game needs them. The question isn’t if they’ll break them, but when and how hard.

It’s a wickedly delicious game, one neither of them intends to lose.

Sin Pointe Book Trailer Series http://youtu.be/1rfMHnkmZ14

Available at Evernight / Amazon All Romance eBooks / BookStrand


Excerpt

Wow. Had Will pegged this perfectly or what? Stefan was determined not to hear her. What hurt Dani most was how his confidence had been shattered by a ten minute conversation in a silly rose garden.
She didn’t even remember that she’d just been crying and the wetness on her cheeks surprised her when she wiped a piece of hair from her face. “But you come back. And when you do, you bring the best laughs and joy with you. You bring yourself.”
“No, don’t do that. Don’t make me out to be some good guy, Dani. It’ll only hurt you in the end.” He paused and then stabbed her with a look sharper than steel. “You sucked my cock good last night, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I don’t owe you anything.”
Her face flamed with sheer anger. She nearly spit the word asshole right back in his face but remembered Will’s warning. She could be just as stubborn. “Try again. I did suck your cock good and no, you don’t owe me anything. But you will hear me out. You know who else leaves their loved ones behind? How about soldiers?”
“That’s different and you know it.”
“How so? They stay gone for months. Thom gets one two-week break half-way through his year-long tour. He comes home one time, Stefan. In an entire year. How is that different than what you do?”
Stefan looked like she’d shot him. He held his hands over his midsection and hunched over before he righted himself again.
“I don’t know. It just is. I’m not laying my life on the line for anyone.”
“But you’re putting it on hold so you can make all those people who love your music happy.” She wouldn’t stop now. “I bet if you were with someone, you’d find a way to see that person, no matter how far away you were. And I bet that person would be thankful, and…” Her eyes welled up with tears again. “So very happy for each moment, no matter how short or how much time passed between visits. Or how big of a mean jerk you could be sometimes.”
The amount of time he stayed with his head bowed down killed Dani. Losing him in a couple days hadn’t hurt before because she realized she’d held out hope that things would work out between them. That her Superman would figure it out and fix it all. He’d invite his mom to Nashville and Dani too. All she needed was an invitation and his ability to wait two measly months for her to arrive.
“Stefan, look at me.”
She waited patiently.
“I’ll just hurt you, Dani. Don’t you get it? I fucking love you and I’d hurt you.”
Her breath tunneled around her lungs and her knees threatened to give out but she wouldn’t stop until she’d convinced him he would not do that. Not if he … not if he loved her. The way she loved him back.
“Why do you keep saying that? Leaving, when it’s your job, doesn’t hurt the one you love.”
Her mind was nearly useless after his use of the L word. Maybe he was trying to tell her he wouldn’t be faithful.
“You don’t understand me, Dani.”
“Then help me out here. Are you saying you’d sleep around on the road? Is that some inevitable part of you being Stefan Calderon, bass player?”
Crap. He wasn’t answering her.
“Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve never been tested like that.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
Again he went silent. And this time he got up out of his stool and walked to the sink. As if they hadn’t just been in an industrial sized conversation, he reached up and pulled a glass from a cupboard and filled it with water. He guzzled the entire thing down then filled it up and walked back over to her. He set the glass down in front of her, nudging her hand which she realized was in a tight fist.
“Fighting can’t be good for the baby. Dinner’s getting cold. Let’s eat. Then maybe we’ll talk more.”
Maybe we’ll talk more? Who did he think he was? Ending their discussion like that. But her chest had tightened and she knew he was right when she took in a deep breath and felt the built up tension leave and her body relax back to normal.
She hated that he was right. But if he thought she wouldn’t fight for him, he was dead wrong. She took the glass of water, emptying it then handed it back to him.
“What did you get?”
She could play nice while they ate. He loved her.
Stefan brought their plates over. He sat down across from her and stabbed a peapod and a chunk of pink salmon, shaking his head as he bit the food from the fork and chewed. He stabbed another and another bite.
Whoever had made this man, had gotten so many things so very right. No matter that all those things combined made her absolutely crazy.
He loved her. He’d said so.
She chewed, and tried not to cry smile.






About the Author:

Carlene Love Flores is a fan of the stars (especially Orion), music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites-she loves them all). These inspire her intimate romance stories.

If she could touch someone’s heart with writing the way others have for her, she’d say there never lived a luckier girl.  









Still Me Blitz, Excerpt & Free Book One!

Still Me 
Amy Patrick
(20Something #3)
Publication date: October 10th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance



Synopsis:

Fall in love like a 20 Something….

23 year old Kenley Moran is going through a mid-life crisis… WAY early. Pushed since childhood by a nightmare stage-mom to use her looks to “land a rich man”, she’s reeling from a broken engagement and regretting the day she gave up her career in TV news for a guy.

Now Kenley’s determined to change her life, shunning makeup and fashion and fighting her way back into the highly competitive career she loves, off-camera this time. When she lands a producing job at Worldwide News Network in Atlanta, she plans to keep her head down, work hard, and prove she’s not just another pretty face. And vows NO ONE is EVER going to make her compromise herself again.

WNN anchor Larson Overstreet has it all—old money, good looks, a prestigious job, and more women than he can count throwing themselves at him. Problem is… none of it is real. He’s known his whole life that people are only interested in him for his fortune and his famous family name, in that order. Except for Kenley. The shy news producer isn’t interested in him at all.

Working closely with the anchor of her new show, Kenley’s dismayed to feel an instant spark. Larson’s everything she doesn’t want. He’s too good looking, too charming, and worst of all, too rich. She’s not looking for another big money honey. In fact, she’d prefer a nice little guy from the mailroom, maybe a guy who lives at home like she’s been forced to do.

But when they must travel together for a special report, Kenley realizes Larson’s not the spoiled pretty rich boy she pegged him as, and she’s not as immune to him as she’s pretended to be.

Now, even at the network level, what happens behind the scenes is the real story.


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22457301-still-me?ac=1
Purchase:
Amazon-- http://www.amazon.com/Still-Me--New-Adult-Romance-ebook/dp/B00N9PXR4Y


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EXCERPT 

STILL ME by AMY PATRICK

“Mmm. Smells good. What is it?”
I turned to see Larson emerge from the bathroom, bare except for a white towel wrapped around his waist. He was rubbing his wet head with another towel.
“It’s uh… it’s…” I literally could not remember what I’d put into the pot. My mind was wiped clean by the sight of the flat stomach, wide chest, and long legs in front of me. “…something. Something I found in the cabinet.”
Larson walked toward me. “Whatever it is, I can’t wait for supper. I’m starved.” Reading my shocked stare, he stopped and looked down at himself, giving me an apologetic look. “Sorry about the lack of… I don’t have any other clothes. Those were all covered in—”
“Dust. I know.” I forced my eyes away from his body and trained them on the simmering pot in front of me. Shrugging, I swallowed hard. “It’s fine. It doesn’t bother me…” I lifted my head, spinning back around. “Pants,” I nearly yelled as the thought hit me in a rush of relief and gratitude.
“What?”
“There are pants in the cedar chest up in the loft. The hunting kind. Maybe they’ll fit you.”
“Oh, good. I’ll check them out.”
I turned back to the stove, making sure not to watch Larson climb the ladder in a towel. Within minutes, a pair of large feet came into view, stopping beside me.
Larson held his hands over the stove’s heat, shuddering. Goose bumps lined his forearms. “Nice save on the pants. Although they’re a little short… and big around the waist.”
They were. They hung on his shirtless form, the waistband resting low around his hips, leaving his abs on full display. Even those mysterious V-lines cutting in from the sides of his waist and dipping down below—
“I’m sorry to say there’s no hot water.” Larson shivered again, causing those maddening abs to contract forcefully. “That was by far the least fun I’ve ever had in the shower. I’m frozen solid.”
And now I’m thinking about Larson and “fun in the shower” in the same thought. Alex, I’ll take “things that are solid” for three hundred. 




AUTHOR BIO

Amy is a two-time Golden Heart finalist (2013 and 2014) who writes Young Adult fiction as Amy DeLuca and New Adult romance as Amy Patrick. She lives in Rhode Island with her husband and two sons and actually craves the heat and humidity of Mississippi, where she grew up. She's been a professional singer and news anchor and currently narrates audio books as well as working as a station host for a Boston TV station.


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