Redemption (Defiance #2) by Stephanie Tyler
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Matthias Robichaud is looking for an alliance. The
Defiance motorcycle club is a stronghold in the dangerous world
that’s become the new norm and he’s driven to prove he’s tough enough to
be sworn in as a full member. But when he sees a beautiful, spirited
girl abducted by a rival MC, rescuing her jeopardizes all he’s worked for.
Politician’s daughter Jessa Everson knows what’s expected of
her—obedience, loyalty and silence—but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t fight
when she’s kidnapped by the Lords of Vengeance. Having Matthias save
her is like gaining an avenging angel in leather and tattoos. But Defiance
is known for brutal justice, and she may have just traded one bad
situation for another.
Matthias’s urge to protect is too strong to ignore, no matter how
much trouble Jessa brings to Defiance’s gates. There’s no room in the
post-Chaos world for weakness so if Matthias and Jessa have any
chance of surviving, they’ll need to put their full strength behind the
MC…and hope that the MC will do the same for them.
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PDF p. 36 - 3rd para. from bottom (I woke screaming) to p.
37 up to and including 3rd para from bottom ending in "I never truly
understood what that meant.
I woke, screaming and kicking. It only took a few moments to
realize that I wasn’t gagged or in chains, the way I’d spent most of the past
two weeks, at the LoV’s mercy.
Mathias was the first one to come into
focus. He was signing to Bishop’s voice. You’re
all right, Jessa. Take a breath.
I did. And I realized I was holding
Mathias’s hand, his palm warm in mine. Holding it like we were lovers, like he
was my lifeline, my fingers curled through his. I stared at our hands, fisted
together, and I wondered if I’d ever understand any of this.
It’s a crazy time for everyone.
Bishop’s voice, Mathias’s free hand
signing. I stared into Mathias’s dark eyes and I saw more understanding there
than I ever had. “My grandmother would’ve reconsidered her stance on men for
you.”
Bishop laughed—it had been a long time
since I’d heard a real laugh—and he translated as Mathias signed, Grandmothers aren’t really my
type, but I’m guessing there’s a compliment in there
somewhere.
“Definitely.” I was flirting with the
violent angel in leather. Flirting.
After I’d thrown up in front of him.
After everything, I still felt the taut butterfly nerves in my belly. And
despite everything, I liked it.
He looked like the other bikers, thanks
to his tattoos, and there was a leather jacket on the seat next to me, although
it didn’t have the name of any biker club on the back of his jacket. Granted,
he drove a van and not a bike, but he had that air about him. Less vengeful and
outwardly cruel, but he hadn’t shied away from violence.
Neither had I. What was happening to
me? Were two weeks enough to turn me from a pampered girl into a fighter, or
had she always been there, waiting for the right time?
My grandmother liked to say that
necessity was the mother of invention. Until this moment, I’d never truly
understood what that meant.
--
Wild Ones (The Lane #1) by Kristine Wyllys:
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Bri Martin likes her skirts too short, her heels too high,
and trouble close at hand. So when big, brooding underground boxer
Luke Turner comes into the bar where she works and starts a fight before
she brings his first drink, she can't help being intrigued. Luke is
everything she never wanted and everything she can't resist.
Soon, Luke is showing up everywhere Bri is, and she can't break
free of his hold on her, nor does she want to. When her best friend turns
on her, it's Luke who is there. When Luke's opponent comes after her
to send Luke a message, it's he who comes to her rescue.
Before Bri knows it, she's caught in the midst of a rivalry
between her boyfriend and her boss, both of whom are not content to settle
their scores inside the ring. She swore she'd never live this life,
so like the one she once ran from. But only by confronting her past can
she decide where her future lies…and whether Luke can be a part of it.
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We were all
still in our uniforms, and during the week, it was what set us apart from one
another, made us competitors in a race for drunken sales. But on Sundays, it
was what brought us together. We were comrades, we gatekeepers of legal sin,
the ones who contributed to society’s moral decline. We were the ones who
enabled bad decisions, one-night stands, breakups. We helped customers drown
sorrows, celebrate victories, nurse torn hearts. We saw people at their best
and their worst, sometimes in the same night. Sometimes in the same moment.
Night after night we were everyone’s best friends until closing time, and on
Sundays we grouped together in a small apartment overlooking the Lane, our
sinful kingdom, and compared stories over our own drinks.
I was throwing back shots with the new bartender from
Sharkie’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find Fury standing
there and behind him, a smirk on his face, was none other than Dark and
Brooding Luke Turner.
“Got
someone here who wants to meet you, Bri-baby.” Fury was smiling in a
conspiratorial kind of way.
“Oh yeah?”
I arched an eyebrow at Brooding Turner.
“This is my
boy Luke. Good man, Luke. Gonna make your boy Nicky a lot of money. Ain’t that
right, Luke?”
Brooding
rumbled an agreement, the amused look never leaving his face.
“Good man,
good man. I’ll let you kids get to know each other.” And with that, Fury
swaggered off, disappearing into the sea of bodies. In the living room the
music slid back a step to the late sixties as “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” came on.
“So it’s
Bri, is it?” Turner asked, his voice teasing.
“Brianna,”
I replied, playing along for a second before narrowing my eyes. “But you
already knew that, didn’t you?”
--
Tell Me When by Stina Lindenblatt:
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Amber Scott should be enjoying life as a college
freshman. She should be pursuing her dream of becoming a
veterinarian. She should be working hard to make sense of her precalculus
math class.
She shouldn’t be waking up her college roommate with screaming
nightmares. She shouldn’t be flashing back, reliving the three weeks of
hell she barely survived last year. And she definitely shouldn’t be
spending time with sexy player Marcus Reid.
But engineering student Marcus is the only one keeping Amber from
failing her math course, so she grudgingly lets him into her life. She
never expects the king of hookups will share his painful past. Or that
she’ll tell him her secrets in return, opening up and trusting him in a
way she thought she’d never be able to again.
When their fragile future together is threatened by a stalker
Amber thought was locked away for good, Marcus is determined to protect
her. And Amber is determined to protect Marcus…even if that means
pushing him away.
EXCERPT:
“I’m fine,” I say as an idea
plays out in my head. Paul was the last man who kissed me. I’ve got my life
back, but I need more. Marcus is my chance for more, in a safe way. Besides, I
can’t think of a better candidate for the position. He’s got to be a great
kisser. Girls tend not to get all hot over guys with a reputation of being a
bad kisser, right? And if I’m going to take back what Paul stole from me, what
better place than to do it here, with Marcus? I mean, isn’t that what I’m
paying him for? Kind of.
“You’re right,” I say. “If we’re gonna do this
right, you need to kiss me.”
Eyes narrowed, Marcus studies my
face for a second, as if trying to read my mind, then his lips touch mine,
again, as his arms wrap around my waist. He doesn’t push me further and I’m
able to relax into him.
Gaining a little more confidence
from not flashing back to Paul this time, I run the tip of my tongue against
Marcus’s lower lip. He parts his lips and lets me tentatively explore the
inside of his mouth. I focus on his spicy scent and on his strong body against
mine. A body that’s nothing like Paul’s.
A kiss that’s nothing like
Paul’s.
Unlike Paul’s kisses, Marcus’s
kiss is hot, but I can tell, like me, he’s just going through the motions. He’s
not really present in the moment. A side effect of being a man-whore, I guess.
I continue kissing him and feel
something stir deep. I quickly stamp it down as I pull away. A subtle taste of
victory courses through me. My
experiment, a success.
--
Quicksilver Dreams (Dreamwalkers #1) by Danube Adele
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My name is Taylor, and damn but my life changed
overnight. One moment I was just a regular girl working two jobs to
pay my bills, and next thing you know, I'm uncovering secret metal disks
at my boss's house. Now I'm reading minds, dream-walking and being saved
from bad guys by Mr. Dark and Brooding.
That would be Ryder Langston, my new next-door neighbor. He's sex
on legs, but he's also a secret agent from another world—no joke. I
believe him now, because he dragged me back here "for my
protection" after he discovered someone was trying to assassinate me
on Earth. It isn't working out so well.
There's a war going on, one that's been fought for generations.
Ryder's having trust issues (not that it's stopping us from falling into
bed), and it turns out I'm connected here, if you know what I
mean. The target on my back finally makes sense, but there's nowhere left to
hide…
EXCERPT:
I’ve had my fill of being smirked at and ogled by the
gut-growing, hair-receding juvenile thirty-five-year-olds that live in the
apartment under me (and trust me when I tell you they’ve made many jokes about
the positioning of our apartments). I gain a secret source of pleasure in
thwarting their joys.
Just as the gate was closing with a
satisfying clang, I turned to head for my apartment and ran smack into a hard,
muscular, T-shirt-clad chest with a sound that was something like “Oomph.”
Large rough hands gripped my arms, as though to steady me, and I looked all the way up into the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. Veins of
gold jumped out from their depths, and I found myself mesmerized.
Wow. Such beautiful eyes.
It was all I could think until I
realized I was staring.At the same time, I also realized he was still holding
my arms, and that my hands had come to rest on his hard pecs during our mild
collision. And they were nice pecs. Really, really nice. His eyes did a sharp
inventory south of my neck, and I was suddenly glad I had some decent cleavage.
Then they lingered on my lips a brief moment before returning to my face.
Desire teased me delicately, spreading warm tingles through my stomach, before
I came to my senses.
“Jeez. I’m sorry,” I sputtered, pushing
back a few steps, though at this point I still couldn’t look away from his
compelling, pale green eyes. They jumped out at me, set off by his black hair
and sun-bronzed skin.
He had one of those square jaws that
razor commercials love to use for advertising. Tough. Masculine. definitely not
a pretty boy, but super sexy. And he smelled good too. His scent baited me, but
I was locked on the shock value of his eyes. Talk about a commanding presence.
“You okay?” his deep voice rumbled, not
even a trace of a smile evident. If anything, he was giving me this sort of
steely-eyed gaze. His eyes were lasered in on me like they were analyzing me,
able to hear what I was thinking. I felt myself blush at the thought. Silly. Of
course he couldn’t hear me.
I realized he was waiting for me to say
something, which flustered me because I couldn’t think of what he’d asked.
Christ, I needed to stop staring at his eyes and keep up with the program. What
was wrong with me?
Instead, I took a deep breath and asked
my own question.
“Are you moving in to 8D?”
“I did. Day before yesterday.”
“Then we’ll be neighbors.” I smiled,
sticking my hand out. “My name’s Taylor Lane.”
“Ryder,” he replied, and he shook my hand with
his rough, calloused one.
My hand disappeared inside his, and I
swear a ripple of sensation went up my arm, giving me goose bumps the moment we
touched. No kidding. It was so surprising, I sort of gasped. I went with my
first instinct and snatched my hand back with an overly bright smile to cover
my discomfort at feeling out of control. I couldn’t hide the flush that crept
up my neck.
He scowled. I didn’t pay attention.
Today had been just too weird already. For my own sanity, I needed the comfort
of my sofa, some bad reality TV and maybe even a short nap. Everything always
felt better after a nap.
“See you around, neighbor. Let me know
if you need anything.” I did a quick retreat and made it to my apartment
without encountering anyone else.
----
AUTHOR BIOS:
Stephanie Tyler:
New York Times
Bestselling author Stephanie Tyler writes what she loves to read -
romantic suspense novels starring military heroes and paranormal romance
novels novels starring warrior heroes, all complete with happy
endings. She also co-writes as Sydney Croft. She lives in New York
with her husband, her kids and her crazy Weimaraner, Gus.
For more
information on Stephanie, please visit www.stephanietyler.com or
email her at stephanie@stephanietyler.com.
For more information
on Sydney, please visit www.sydneycroft.com or email Sydney at
sydney@sydneycroft.com
Stina Lindenblatt
Stina Lindenblatt
lives in Western Canada, where she loves to dream up New Adult and
Young Adult stories, especially those with romance. She loves to travel,
and has lived in England, the US, Canada, and Finland. She has
a Master’s of Science degree in exercise physiology and has worked
with elite athletes. In her free time, Stina enjoys photography, especially
the close-up variety. She is the author of TELL ME WHEN (01/20/14).
Kristine Wyllys
Kristine Wyllys,
who usually answers to, “Hey, You! With the Hair!” was born in the
north and now resides in the northern version of the Carolinas. She lives
in a farmhouse older than she is, with a bunch of property that makes
her spontaneously break out in Dixie Chicks songs every time she looks
out the back door. She's got babies, books, a boy that she fell in love
with at 15, and a dog that might be a lesbian. She spends her spare
time naming chickens after Harry Potter characters, breaking smart
phones, and blogging.
Danube
Adele
Danube Adele
wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the sweet
story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies together. She’s been
dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of
southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in
Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain. Always a lover of adventure,
she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to
Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of
July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took.
Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive.
Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband,
amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a
Rottweiler.
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