Saturday, August 19, 2017

Random on Tour: Las Vegas - Julia kent

 
 
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Random on Tour: Las Vegas
by Julia Kent
Publication date: August 15th 2017
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance


Synopsis:
Now, you know my mama’s a gambler (sweeper, whatever….), so I guess I got to blame her for a little of this.
When the band got invited to do a big gig here in Las Vegas, I was so excited. Really excited. And when we got here, I was dazzled.
A little too dazzled. I blame the lights and the money and does Vegas pump a scent through the entire town that makes you think you’re a winner, or what?
Because I gambled all our money away. And by “our,” I mean the band’s money. All of it. Every dang cent.
Only no one knows. They’d kill me. So I have to find a way to make all that money back.
I have an idea. I got a good body and a smart mind.
(Quit laughing).
I can do this. I can fix this.
Really.
It’s just gonna get a little weird for a while.
Random on Tour: Las Vegas is the 9th book in Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling Random series. When the band performs in Vegas, anything goes – including Darla’s dignity and all of the band’s savings. When a savior appears, though, there’s a trade-off for being rescued. A big one. How far is Darla willing to go?
Oh, please. It’s Darla. Like you have to even wonder…
This book is told from the point of view of Darla, Trevor and Joe.


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AUTHOR BIO:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

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Second Destiny - Gloria Silk


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Second Destiny
by Gloria Silk
Publication date: September 9th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance

Synopsis:
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Gloria Silk
“Beautifully written love story with a perfect happy ever after.” Elizabeth Lennox, Author of the Thorpe Brothers series
What if you and your first love get your happy-ever-after, but within a few minutes you are both left devastated?
Follow the story of a beautiful, frustrated wife and artist who is reunited with the gorgeous hero with Bollywood-good-looks and charisma. When fate brings them face to face again, can they put their past behind, or will their sizzling, intense passion reignite and endanger everything in its path?
THE OLDER GENERATION BROKE THEM APART…
Lia Abraham gave up everything for her family and culture—art, autonomy and even self-worth. Worst of all was the sacrifice of Bollywood-gorgeous, idealistic Devraj Shah, when Lia caved in to pressure from both their families. She broke her first love’s heart by marrying the “right” Jewish man.
THE YOUNGER GENERATION REUNITES THEM…
Nineteen years later, minutes after Lia demands a divorce from her cheating husband, her world turns upside down again; Devraj is at her door. His nephew and Lia’s feisty teenage daughter are repeating history. They’re in love, but the now reserved, enigmatic Devraj is dead-set against the couple’s marriage plans. He is convinced Lia’s daughter will ultimately reject his nephew the way Lia had rejected Devraj.
After years of feeling caged in a loveless marriage, Lia embraces her newly found freedom, and her resurgent passion for Devraj is irresistible. Once again, she surrenders to the true love of her life, but their affair re-ignites opposition from both families. Will Lia’s second chance at love again destroy her loved ones and her dreams?
Torn once again between her love for Devraj, her family responsibilities and her need for true independence, will Lia choose duty over the desires of her heart?


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AUTHOR BIO:
 
Ever since Gloria Silk was little her passion was creating and sharing her romantic stories with others. She always loved reading contemporary and historical novels that grasped her imagination. Gloria now writes intense, sensuous love stories.

In addition to writing romance and women’s fiction, she enjoys writing intercultural romances and about family bonds. What can be more important in life than love and family?

Born in Russia, Gloria Silk has visited and lived in amazing, exotic places in the world. Loving Europe (especially the English, Italian and French countryside) and the Mediterranean, her other favorite country is Hawaii. She has yet to visit India and Australia, her dream destinations in the name of research, of course!

Being a writer gives her the privilege to explore, travel, and meet wonderful, new and exciting—and sometimes eccentric—people. Her background in English literature, writing, and psychology helps her create unique characters for her stories. Especially the charismatic heroes and feisty heroines who find themselves in sticky situations with each other, their families, and their cultures. There is nothing more satisfying than knowing readers love her warm heroines and the gorgeous enigmatic heroes, like she falls in love with them.

When she is not painting in various media or watching romantic movies, or cooking up a storm for her family and friends, she hangs out with her writing friends and other creatives.

Although she was brought up in England, she now lives – and writes – in the Toronto, Canada, with her own love of her life, soul-mate husband, her gorgeous and fun daughter and her smart, blonde Cockapoo, Princess Bella.

Please email Gloria Silk with any questions or comments at: contact@GloriaSilk.com

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Second Destiny by Gloria Silk - Prologue and Chapter 1 - All Copyright Reserved

SECOND DESTINY

Prologue

North London – Nineteen years earlier

No. Lia could not go through with this.
If she married anyone, it would be Devraj.
“No!” Her shrill scream reverberated around her in the huge synagogue.
As the cantor stopped singing his holy lyrics to the poignant music, and the Rabbi opened his mouth, Lia swiftly pulled away the veil and the crown off her head and threw it to the ground. Her heart thumping hard, she grabbed her skirt with both hands and turned away from the gaping bridegroom, and refused to look at her grandparents.
Whereas a few moments ago she was numb and unable to walk, now she was all motion.
Among the gasps and shocked voices rumbling through the congregation, Lia bolted up the aisle so fast she prayed she would not fall.
Reaching the huge doors she pulled one cold handle towards herself and the slight screeching of the door made her take in another deep breath.
Racing down the stairs she stopped on the dark wet asphalt. The icy rain dancing loudly off the ground instantly soaked her and her cumbersome dress.
Devraj’s car suddenly shifted from its parked space and she choked out, “Oh, no . . . .” She was too breathless to scream.
Breaking into a clumsy sprint, with the freezing silk swooshing around and between her legs she forced herself to run onto the thankfully quiet London street. But Devraj’s car roared away from her with every second.
She shrieked his name and it echoed and disappeared into the booming thunder and the clattering rain. Uncaring about being soaked through, she took in a deep breath for the cool air to enter through her nostrils and feed her overtaxed lungs.
Lia screamed again, “Devraj, I’m here! Stop. Please.”
Her throat tightened with tears. She prayed that he heard her or saw her in his rear view
mirror. The screeching sounds of his brakes made her release a chocked laugh.
His car came to a halt and she escaped towards her destiny, blinking away her tears and the rain.
Then Devraj was running to her, holding out his arms ready to catch her and hold her forever.
“Oh my Lia, I’ll never let you go again. Never.”
“I’m so sorry, Devraj. I should have listened to you. I can’t imagine my life with anyone but you.”
“I know, my Lia, I know. I love you so much.” His laughter reverberated through his chest into her heart. They were finally home. Together. And nothing and no one could ever stand in their way.
* * *
9 Minutes later

Lia sat up from within Devraj’s protective arms when she heard the repeated urgent blare of the ambulance flying by them.
A few minutes ago, she was on top of the world, having abandoned her family and bridegroom, determined to elope with Devraj, her gorgeous Hindu prince who seemed to have sprung straight from a Bollywood movie set.
Now, here she sat next to him in his cramped sports car, in a soaked wedding dress. The warmth of his arms could no longer keep her from shaking.
Lia knew she could not go through with this crazy idea after all.
“What are you thinking, Lia?” Devraj scanned her face, frowning.
“Devraj . . . I can’t . . . .” Hardly breathing, the pain in her chest grew triple-fold as the ambulance ominously went silent a few yards behind them.
Without daring to look back, she knew it had stopped outside the synagogue.
Her strong instincts warred against everything else. What had she done?
Her grandfather’s heart must have given way under the shock she had just inflicted.
“Here we go again,” Devraj said through gritted teeth. Sighing, he brushed his fingers through his still damp hair. “Don’t say the words I can see coming. Don’t fall for this, Lia. What if it’s a coincidence? And what if your grandfather is fine and it’s a ploy to get you back there?”
The agony bordering on anger shone clear in his beautiful hazel eyes. His tension palpable within the car.
Lia bit her trembling lower lip, staring at her clasped, cold hands on her lap. The damp, limp dress full of ridiculous lace and satin made her feel like a foolish child playing dress-up. “We both know this can’t happen. I know what we both want more than life itself, but I also know what I have to do.”
“No, Lia, be strong for us. I beg you. We love each other and we’ll be fine without any of them, your family, my family, Jewish, Hindu, none of it matters. Only us.” He grabbed her but the seat belt stopped her being pulled into his protective arms.
How many times had he repeated these same words to her over the past few months?
“I’m so sorry, Devraj.” Tears blinded her vision of his face, but she could not bear to see the suffering she was inflicting on him yet again.
With all her remaining resolution she unbuckled her seat belt with numb fingers and reached for the door handle. “Please help me, Devraj, by letting me go. I’m not marrying Howard only for my grandparents’ sake but for—”
“No, I won’t let you go, I can’t.” He nearly shouted, grasping her arm. When she looked at his fingers and then at him, he let her go. “Don’t marry him, at least wait until your family no longer have such a hold on you. Then we can marry. I’ll wait for you forever if I have to. Please, Lia.”
She shook her head, closing her eyes. What was the use? They could go round and round like this forever. Like his father’s warning to her only weeks ago, she now finally admitted that no matter how much they craved it, Lia and Devraj could never be together.
Opening her eyes, she would not look back at her first love. Grabbing the door handle, she pushed it open with too much force. Even though her heart was breaking further, she had to go back.



CHAPTER 1

North London Suburbs - Present Day

Something was wrong but Lia could not put a finger on it as she glanced around the long dining table at her in-laws. Her ever-silent father-in-law, Jonathan was nursing his third brandy since their arrival. Nothing new there.
The residual smells of Grace’s famous matzo ball soup, with its swirling rainbow of grease reflecting the chandelier lights, intermingled with the fresh yeasty challa rolls her mother-in-law had baked, as she did every Friday night for Sabbath.
What I wouldn’t give for a bowl of curry at this moment. Maybe tomorrow she would order it with her girlfriends at their bi-weekly lunch date. But tonight routine and tradition ruled this ritual Friday night dinner in London’s suburban Oakwood.
Watching her two silent children Lia concentrated on being in the moment. The only sounds in the slightly oppressive, antique furnished dining room were the delicate clatter of cutlery against the plates and her husband’s response to his mother’s probing questions about his latest problems with his business partner. As usual, mother and son were the two centre stage entertainers, while the rest of them were their audience.
Lia observed Howard. Tonight he seemed even more distracted, obsessed, as always searching for bigger ways to promote his cosmetic-surgery practice, and still waiting to be recognized for his genius.
Nothing new here, either.
Studying his roast chicken breast through his designer glasses, Howard said, “Of course I want him out, mother. My solicitors agree that Tom’s got too unrealistic expectations of me, but I have a busy clinic to run.”
Grace expelled one of her loaded sighs. More questions and reluctant answers ping-ponged between them.
Lia was tired of these conversations, but at least no one expected her to contribute. Most of the time she felt invisible, but that freed her to observe everyone.
She had a busy, uncomplicated life, with a beautiful home and great friends. Her parents-
in-law tolerated her well enough. Her children were healthy and for the most part happy.
If she had not pursued her art, it was her own choice, and she had made peace with it.
She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and reminded herself to be more grateful.
Her husband of nineteen years may not be the perfect mate, but he was a good provider and, mostly, an indulgent father to their children.
Swaying her attention back to their children, Lia glanced at her ever silent thirteen-year-old son, Gabriel—nicknamed Gabe and sometimes Gaby—sat slouching beside her. Then Lia regarded Danielle who sat across from her.
Lia’s spine went rigid.
This was where something was definitely wrong.
Her eighteen-year-old had hardly eaten much in the past few weeks. Tonight Danielle seemed extra moody and withdrawn. What was going through the med student’s mind, sitting with her head downcast?
Medicine seemed to be her passion, but she was not the talkative type if she did have any issues with her studies.
At least Danielle had not gone through with the tattoo or belly-piercing rebellion, Lia thanked God. Where was her funny, vivacious little girl who could not wait to spill her every adventure the moment she burst through the doors after school?
And would she ever resurface?
How could she help her daughter’s sombre demeanor, while the teen appeared to act like a caged animal, yet again wearing those dark, tight fitting clothes Howard disliked?
Lia realized she was again twisting her tight engagement and wedding bands around her ring finger as if they were a double noose. She picked up her fork.
Guilt seeped through her. Were her children noticing her growing discontentment? The English spring weather always brought it on, along with the memories of a lost love.
Danielle broke the momentary silence between her grandmother and father. “Daddy, I have something to tell you.” Those wide shining eyes were a warmer shade of her father’s blue eyes.
Electricity seemed to crackle in the air around Danielle.
“What, sugar-plum?” Howard asked just as Gabe reached across the table for another roll.
“Where are your manners, Gabe?” Howard did not raise his voice, but just glared through arctic-blue eyes. “Ask if you want something.”
“S-s-sorry, D-dad.”
Lia’s heart squeezed hard. Gabe’s stutter never bothered him when mother and son were alone. These days he spent almost all his hours in his room with his books and computer.
Picking up the basket, she held it out to him.
He shook his head. Putting down the basket, she discreetly patted his knee.
He did not pull away, but his expression made her question why she never stood up for him, or took his father to task. Oh, she had, after both children had gone to bed—or in the privacy of their bedroom when they had still shared one—arguing, reasoning with Howard, until she was emotionally exhausted talking to a human equivalent of a brick wall.
“Daddy, will you please listen?” Danielle’s voice broke through her thoughts.
Ever patient with his daughter, Howard glanced at her, resuming cutting his chicken with the precision of a perfectionist surgeon.
“I’ve met my Mr. Right. I’ve been seeing him for a year and I love him. I’d like you to meet him.” Danielle’s honey-gold bob framed her pale face. She sat reed-straight as if expecting an explosion or at least a rare shouting match. “Sanjay is of a different culture—”
At the mention of this familiar name, Lia’s airways seemed stuffed with hardening cement, choking the breath out of her.
Someone’s cutlery clanged loudly against a plate.
“Sanjay?” Both Grace and Howard pronounced the name as if smelling something disgusting.
A warped sense of déjà vu settled over Lia, heat prickling under her arms, neck and up her face.
Danielle stared back at her father. “He’s of Indian background, but—”
“Danielle, are you out of your mind?” Grace demanded in her haughty over-British voice.
“Let me handle this, mother.” Howard continued glaring at their daughter. Wiping his mouth on his damask napkin, he stood up to his full height of five feet seven inches.
Lia could not move.
“You’ve been seeing him for a whole year.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Why now? I thought we talked about everything.” Lia heard the tinge of betrayal.
“We do, but at first we were just friends, then it became more important and . . . I didn’t think you’d accept him because he’s not Jewish—”
“Glad you know your father so well.” He looked at Grace. “That was tasty, mother.” He thanked her as he thanked Lia after every meal.
He squinted back at Danielle through his glasses, his thinning oatmeal hair shone on his pinkish scalp under the chandelier lights. “This was in very poor taste, to come out with this nonsense at your grandmother’s Friday night table. Now you’ve ruined everyone’s dessert with this rubbish. I won’t get angry, but you’ll never see this person again. Or mention him. It stops now! End of conversation.” Although his voice was firm, he gave Danielle one of the smiles he reserved for his female patients, their best friend and beauty god promising to make them look younger, more beautiful or desirable again.
But as Danielle stared up at him with that brave expression, Lia knew it was far from the end. “No, Daddy. If you won’t meet him, we’ll elope.”
Lia needed water to help her constricting throat, but she could not trust her fingers to pick up the crystal water goblet. Had she not said almost the same words to her grandfather nearly two decades ago, about an intense yet fun loving—Indian—young man?
“If you promise to see Sanjay then I’ll continue my studies after—”
“Like your mother did after I married her?” He sneered. “At least that was only art, no loss to the world. But medicine’s not to be taken lightly, young lady.”
“I don’t care about medicine, never have, and I don’t want a marriage like yours.” Danielle almost shuddered. “I want a real marriage, real love, and I will get it.”
Fists by his sides, lips even thinner, Howard turned to Lia.
For the first time in years, he glared right at her, not through her. “Do you know anything about this, considering the background of this . . . this . . . ?”
“No, but the boy may be—” She started.
“He’s nearly twenty-one, Mom. He’s hardly a boy.” Without glancing at her, daughter and father dueled with each other with the same challenging eyes. “Sanjay’s smart and kind and such a hard worker, Daddy. He’s doing his MBA, and then plans to join his uncle’s business—”
Howard’s hand shot up in front of him. “Spare me the details.”
Watching, Lia’s sense of déjà vu grew stronger and her chest felt overtaxed from ineffective, too-shallow breathing. Devraj had also been subtly groomed for his family business empire. Her memories were torture enough, almost distracting her from the crisis at hand.
“Why have you let this go on, Lia?” Grace asked, blinking profusely while holding her
hand against her pearl-clad neck and cream cashmere sweater.
Before she could respond, Danielle said, “Mom doesn’t know anything about Sanjay.” She scraped her chair against the hardwood floors.
Teetering, it righted itself as if not daring to interrupt the drama.
Her chin jutted out in defiance, like Lia’s had so long ago. “I mean it, Daddy. We’ll get married with or without your permission. I’m old enough now.”
Unlike her mother, Danielle was made of stronger stuff. Her contradictory, secretive behaviour over the past few months made so much sense. Knowing exactly what she wanted, Danielle wore a cloak of confidence of someone who was unconditionally adored. Lia was proud of her daughter, yet feared for her happiness, knowing Howard too well.
This could not end well.
“You know the rules.” Howard’s usually sloped shoulders raised in tension, as he shook a chubby finger at his daughter. “If he’s not Jewish you’ve wasted your time.”
“You know that’s a load of hypocritical bull.” Danielle retorted. “Like you’re wasting time with some of your ‘patients’, after going to shul on Saturday?”
It threw Lia off, seeing how Howard’s expression changed from a ruddy pink to the puce shade he turned like he did when talking about a patient who had left him for another surgeon.
“You’ve never talked back to me like this and I won’t stand for it.”
Danielle turned her attention to Lia, anxious eyes sparkling, “Can you talk to him, Mom?”
Lia would meet the young man, but knew she would see a kosher pig fly before Howard gave in or compromised on this issue. That was what she had thought about her grandparents in her teens and she had been right. Even now after so many years of losing them within ten months of each other, she pushed away her sense of great loss. Losing them, her first love and her romantic notions.
Was this the full circle through which she could make it right, if Sanjay was really Danielle’s destined love? Lia was about to speak when Danielle threw her hands up. “What else is new? I should’ve known. No backbone. Well, I won’t turn into you, with no voice, no life. And you’re no better than Dad or Grandma. Just like them, you’re all about the status quo and appearances.” Contempt and defiance made her appear older than eighteen.
“Now just wait a minute, young lady—” Grace started, but Lia interrupted her.
“I was going to say that we should at least meet S-Sanjay.” Her heart skittered at the exotic
name on her lips.
“How dare you, Lia?” Grace accused.
Jonathan cleared his throat and said, “Grace, dear, we shouldn’t interfere—” His wife’s glare stopped his words and she turned to her son.
“I blame her for this disgusting turn of events. What will our friends say if they should ever find out?”
“I’ll take care of it, mother. Trust me.” Howard glanced at his Rolex. “Later. Right now, I’ve got to go.”
“You can’t be serious, Howard.” Lia almost whispered in disbelief. “We have to discuss this in private, tonight.”
“When have you ever had a say about anything? I’m the head of this family, so don’t contradict me.” Howard then stared at their daughter. “Understood?”
Danielle continued staring, her bottom lip trembling slightly.
“Don’t you want Danielle to be happy?” Lia spoke clearly, to be heard above the egos in the room. “If she believes she’s mature enough—”
“I don’t think so!” He hissed, his fleshy jaw clenched, and then he turned away.
“Dad, please listen to her.” Danielle said.
She was once again her daughter’s ally.
It felt wonderful. “I mean it, Howard. This could change her whole life. Please let’s go home and discuss this, now.”
Her alien, iron resolve made Howard’s strides falter. He turned to face her. Everyone stared as he pointed at her. “My mother’s right. It’s all because of you and your family filling her head with those Indian movies, and you dressing her up as an Indian princess for Halloween all those years.”
Guilt slid around Lia like a cobra. Although she had stopped watching Bollywood movies, she knew her aunt and her grandmother had introduced Danielle to them when she was little.
“It’s because you’ve refused to join me at shul on Shabbat, neither of our children attend synagogue, even with Gabe’s Bar Mitzvah coming up.” Howard snapped, “I’ll bet Danielle knows more Indian words than Hebrew or Russian, and you’re Russian-born, for God’s sake.”
“It’s Hindi, Bengali, or Guajarati—”
“What is?” Howard demanded.
“There’s no Indian language, there are many different languages and dialects—” She stopped, took in a fresh breath, and added, “but that’s beside the point. I don’t see how a man who goes to synagogue and then stuffs his face with pork at the local rib place can feel so self-righteous, refusing to meet a boy just because he’s not Jewish.”
“Don’t you dare talk to my son like that. I should have stopped Howard from marrying you. If it hadn’t been for my mother . . . you of all people running around with—” Suddenly Lia feared Grace’s next words.
Did Howard and even his parents know about her first love? Had Howard’s grandmother forced him to ‘take a bride’?
But with a quick glance at her grandchildren, Grace clamped her thin lips shut.
“Absolutely right.” Howard said. “You’re lucky I came and saved you.”
Stunned for a moment, Lia fumbled for the car keys, giving them to Danielle. “You and Gaby can wait in the car for a minute.”
As soon as the main door closed, ignoring her mother-in-law, she faced Howard. A sigh reverberated within her almost air-starved lungs. “Please be reasonable. Would you risk losing our daughter over this?”
“I’m not going to lose my daughter.” He barked. “You better go and talk some sense into her. I’ll be home . . . later.” Checking his watch again, he started to retreat. “But, no more discussions. I’m not changing my stand on this.” He threw the words over his shoulder. “Father,” he said as if in after-thought. “I’m borrowing your car until tomorrow, if that’s okay.” Apparently, his sudden plans had priority over his wife’s words and his daughter’s happiness.
“You’ve got to speak to Danielle yourself—now—” But he shut the door on her words.
* * *
In the ten-minute drive back home, Danielle had begged Lia to convince her father at least to meet Sanjay. Her promise to her daughter lay heavily on her.
Now in the relative sanctuary of her own home, Lia retreated into the silent living room on spongy legs. Shock and guilty memories settled over her.
How could one Indian name shatter everything in mere minutes?
Sitting in the darkness, trying to fight off her past memories, her hands trembled and her knotted insides made her feel nauseous. She was afraid to close her eyes lest the vision of that golden-skinned god, the beautiful Devraj, forced itself into her psyche.
Like a dam refusing to be contained, the clips of her own teenage years crashed over barriers erected and supported by the glue of stale family traditions.
Denial and self-talk that she was relatively content with her lot in life had finally caught up with her. To give her children the security of traditional family dynamics, she had made the best of her marriage. But now as she tried to decipher the consequences of her daughter’s news, everything was unraveling like a wool sweater that had seen better centuries.
Lia would fight whoever got in the way of Danielle’s happiness. Unlike her mother, Danielle would get her chance to find out if her first love was her true soulmate.
The young couple would make their own decisions.
Be strong and brave, she reminded herself, just as she had when she had been Danielle’s age, in the same—but hugely different—predicament. Because Danielle had her mother on her side, who now vowed history would not repeat itself.




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Cover Reveal: Zenka - Alison Brodie



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Zenka
by Alison Brodie
Publication date: November 2017
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance, Thriller


Synopsis:
“She’s the one to die for”
Zenka is a seductive Hungarian pole-dancer with a stubborn streak. When London mob boss, Jack Murray, saves her life she vows to become his guardian angel – whether he likes it or not.
“How can you be my guardian angel,” Jack scoffed. “You’re only five foot two.”
Zenka shrugged, “So vat? I am small, but a grenade is also small.”
Jack receives a letter saying he has a son, Nicholas. Nicholas is a wimp, bullied by his flatmate, pussy-whipped by his girlfriend and terrorised by his elderly patients.
Jack is delighted to be a dad, but he has to tread carefully. People are out to harm him and those close to him. Can he use his wealth, wiles and tough-guy contacts to make a man out of this mouse – before his enemies turn him into mincemeat?
Zenka takes charge. She’s going to “bring out the gorilla” in Nicholas. And she succeeds!
Nicholas transforms from pussycat to mad dog, falls in love with Zenka, and finds out exactly where the bodies are buried – because he buries them. He’s learning fast that sometimes you have to kill … or be killed.
As family ties become more disturbing, questions have to be asked:
How do you tell a mob boss you don’t want to be his son?
And is Zenka really who she says she is?
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ZENKA is a black comedy/crime thriller/romance set in gangland London in the weeks leading up to Christmas.
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Praise for ZENKA: “ZENKA is top of my list for best fiction this year. If Tina Fey and Simon Pegg got together to write a dark and hilarious mobster story with a happy ending, ZENKA would be the result!” -Lauren Sapala, Book Reviewer and Writers’ Coach
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Link to 26 5* reviews for Alison Brodie’s last book, Brake Failure – ALL from top book bloggers: http://www.alisonbrodiebooks.com/untitled



AUTHOR BIO:
 
Alison Brodie is an internationally-published author. GOOD HOUSEKEEPING chose her debut for their Pick of the Paperbacks. The Scottish Daily Mail reviewed 'Face to Face': "Vain but wildly funny leading lady."

Alison has a criminal record for busking/disturbance of the peace in Piccadilly Circus; speeding in Spain and hustling in Athens. She lives in Biarritz, where she can be found speaking unnintelligabuble French.

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Friday, August 18, 2017

Cover Reveal: Choosing Hope - Holly Kammier



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Choosing Hope
by Holly Kammier
Publication date: October 31st 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Thriller

Synopsis:
Choosing Hope is a harrowing story of passion and deceit, the things we do for love and the rabbit holes we tumble into chasing elusive fairy-tale endings. Dark around the edges with a shocking twist I didn’t see coming, this is the kind of book you’ll be passing around to your friends so you can talk about it. Holly Kammier delivers romance, suspense, and a strong, smart heroine who turns out to be nobody’s victim. Don’t miss this one! – Kat Ross, best-selling author of The Midnight Sea
A broken marriage.
A love affair.
A lie that changes it all…
Hope Rains Sullivan is living the dream—a successful husband, two beautiful young boys, and a charming home in Northern California. She should be happy. She almost convinced herself she was, until Adrian came along.
Adrian, appears to be everything her husband isn’t. He works with his hands, and is even willing to use them in a fight. He’s sexy, strong and fit, with warm brown skin that alludes to his Spanish background. Best of all, he lives for spending time with his kids. Feeling alone in her marriage, Adrian offers her a way out
Hope’s affair is just the beginning. Her journey inward will require untangling her complicated past and surviving an astonishing revelation. Her lover is not who he pretends to be.
She’s searching for her happily-ever-after, and no matter how painful the journey, she’ll find what she’s been looking for all along—the chance to choose Hope.



AUTHOR BIO:
Holly Kammier is a former journalist who has worked everywhere from CNN in Washington, D.C. and KCOP-TV in Los Angeles, to the NBC affiliate in small-town Medford, Oregon. A UCLA honors graduate, she is the author of Kingston Court, her debut novel.

Choosing Hope, her second soon-to-be released novel, is a cross-over to Kingston Court with overlapping characters and locations.

The California native and mother of two, lives in San Diego, California close to her family and friends. Co-Founder of Acorn Publishing, Holly is available for speaking engagements and content editing.

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The Unlikeable Demon Hunter - Deborah Wilde

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The Unlikeable Demon Hunter
by Deborah Wilde
(Nava Katz #1)
Publication date: April 18th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Synopsis:
Bridesmaids meets Buffy with a dash of the seven deadly sins.
The age-old story of what happens when a foul-mouthed, romance impaired heroine with no edit button and a predilection for hot sex is faced with her worst nightmare–a purpose.
Ari Katz is intelligent, driven, and will make an excellent demon hunter once initiated into the Brotherhood of David. However, this book is about his twin Nava: a smart-ass, self-cultivated hot mess, who is thrilled her brother is stuck with all the chosen one crap.
When Nava half-drunkenly interrupts Ari’s induction ceremony, she expects to be chastised. What she doesn’t expect is to take her brother’s place among the–until now–all-male demon hunters. Even worse? Her infuriating leader is former rock star Rohan Mitra.
Too bad Rohan’s exactly what Nava’s always wanted: the perfect bad boy fling with no strings attached, because he may also be the one to bring down her carefully erected emotional shields. That’s as dangerous as all the evil fiends vying for the bragging rights of killing the only female ever chosen for Demon Club.
Odds of survival: eh.
Odds of having a very good time with Rohan before she bites it: much better.


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A global wanderer, hopeless romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes adult urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way.
“It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.” www.deborahwilde.com

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Amnesty - book 2 of 2 in the Amnesia duet - Cambria Hebert




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Title: Amnesty - book 2 of 2 in the Amnesia duet
Author- Cambria Hebert
Genre- Romantic Suspense
RELEASE DATE: August 18th
Amnesty will be exclusive to Amazon

*Please note Amnesty contains subjects and situations that some readers may find disturbing. 

Synopsis:

There’s freedom in remembering.

My past is a double-edged sword.
Damned if I remember; damned if I don’t.
Recollection beyond the horrors I already have will change me. Change us. 
But what if I’m living a lie? What if everything I believe is wrong? 
What if who I thought I was isn’t real?
If not her, then…
Who am I?
Eddie says it doesn’t matter, but deep down, I’m terrified it does.
I’m trapped. Held prisoner by a past I can’t remember and a future that may not belong to me.
There’s a light, though not at the end of the tunnel… 
It’s wavering in the distance, calling to me from Rumor Island.
That light, it scares me far more than darkness. Am I brave enough to confront it? 
So many questions, so few answers.
I don’t have a choice; the truth always finds a way to the surface. 
Finally learning who I truly am will be a permanent life sentence.
Total punishment or absolute amnesty.





AUTHOR BIO:
Cambria Hebert is an award winning, bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.

Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).

Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: The Hashtag Series, Text, Torch, and Tattoo.

Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.

You can find out more about Cambria and her titles by visiting her website: http://www.cambriahebert.com.
Email: cambriahebert@rocketmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cambriahebertbooks/
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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5298677.Cambria_Hebert


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Review: Blue Bloods - Melissa de la Cruz







Title: Blue Bloods
Author: Melissa de la Cruz
Format: Audiobook
Rating: 1 Star

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When the Mayflower set sail in 1620, it carried on board the men and women who would shape America: Miles Standish; John Alden; Constance Hopkins. But some among the Pilgrims were not pure of heart; they were not escaping religious persecution. Indeed, they were not even human. They were vampires.The vampires assimilated quickly into the New World. Rising to levels of enormous power, wealth, and influence, they were the celebrated blue bloods of American society.

The Blue Bloods vowed that their immortal status would remain a closely guarded secret. And they kept that secret for centuries. But now, in New York City, the secret is seeping out. Schuyler Van Alen is a sophomore at a prestigious private school. She prefers baggy, vintage clothes instead of the Prada and pearls worn by her classmates, and she lives with her reclusive grandmother in a dilapated mansion. Schuyler is a loner...and happy that way. Suddenly, when she turns fifteen, there is a visible mosaic of blue veins on her arm. She starts to crave raw food and she is having flashbacks to ancient times. Then a popular girl from her school is found dead... drained of all her blood. Schuyler doesn't know what to think, but she wants to find out the secrets the Blue Bloods are keeping. But is she herself in danger?
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Reading Blue Bloods was a stark reminder that just about every YA vampire novel ever written is utter crap.  This book made me want to scream "I want that time back" over and over and over again.  I spent pretty much the ENTIRE novel feeling something like this:




The description of the novel states that the book is predominately about Schyler discovering she is a vampire, and learning how to deal with the fact that people are killing her kind.  But she's in the first chapter, then we don't hear ANYTHING about her for eight million pages.  This story takes so long to get going - we don't learn what the actual plot is until well over halfway into the book.

The characters are all spoiled underdeveloped brats.  The personalities of most of these characters, like Mimi, Bliss, Perfection (REALLY, Perfection?!), and their cohorts/friends are identical.  They all are super wealthy, super arrogant, pretty with blonde hair, identical snobby attitudes, and the same clothes and everything.  None of the characters grew or changed at all by the end of the novel.  None of them!  There was no development to the characters or story.  They were perfect and cute and nothing bad ever happened and everything always went their way. The author pretty much just Mary Sue'd  her way through Every. Single. Character. in this story!


And the story itself!  Oh. My. God.  Where was the story?  I'm still trying to find it and I finished the book yesterday!  If you love hearing about 15 year olds gaining access to 21+ clubs and drinking their way through high school, or listening to a never ending litany of who wore what today in school, then this is the book for you.  Because 90% of this book is just that.  If you want a book with actual substance, read something else. 

As I said, the novel opens with a scene about Schyler and her friend Dylan trying to get into a club.  Then we see Mimi and Jack next door in a different club. Then we have a chapter about Bliss smoking and picking out clothes.  Mimi then whines some more because Jack, Her BROTHER, won't flirt with her.  (I don't care if "twins" in this world are souls that have joined together for eternity.  The fact is in this book, they are brother and sister, and a romantic relationship between siblings is disgusting.)  After several more chapters of this crap, we finally learn that Schyler is a vampire.  Then we get to hear some more about clothing.  And kissing.  And some flashbacks.  Then, the plot actually starts to develop.  I have one word for the author: EDIT!


Basically, my feelings about the whole book can be summed up like this:


Only for You - Beverly Kendall

 
 
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Only for You
by Beverley Kendall
(Unforgettable You #1)
Publication date: December 9th 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Synopsis:
They say there is a thin line between love and hate.
This is what happens when that line is crossed.
College freshman Olivia Montgomery is thrilled at the chance to start over, escape the rumors that plagued her in high school. And she can finally put her juvenile crush, Zachary Pearson, where he belongs—in her past. Then her unrequited love strolls into her French class, shattering Olivia’s newfound peace, and the feelings she’d thought buried for good come rushing back. Now she can’t shake her unwanted attraction to the one guy who can twist her stomach into knots with just a smile…but has never given her the time of day.
Zach’s good looks may have always gotten him his pick of girls, but it’s the star quarterback’s skill on the football field that gives him his pick of the Big Ten colleges. To escape the crushing demands of his win-at-all-costs father, Zach opts for a private university in upstate New York where…his present and past collide. And the one girl he’s always wanted but can’t have—and a class trip to Paris—turn out to be the ultimate game changer that has him breaking every one of his rules.


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Beverley discovered her love of books while growing up in Ontario, Canada. With her love of books and romance, she always wished that everyone would find their happily ever after. She currently writes sexy historical, new adult and contemporary romances.

As the mother of one too bright and mischievous young boy, she pulls full-time duty on all fronts. When she's not writing full-time or mothering, she's probably reading or knitting and dreaming of a time when she'll have time for her favorite hobbies: crocheting and sewing.

Beverley has lived on two continents, in three countries, two provinces, and four states. She stopped her nomadic existence and settled in the southeast. All things artistic feed her creative passion, but none more than writing. Readers can visit her at: beverleykendall.com.

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EXCERPT #1

Seconds after Rebecca disappears around the corner, I feel a presence behind me. Like right behind me.

I turn, expecting to see Scott, who I'm sure is eager to offer an explanation to what I'd just witnessed. I couldn't have been more wrong. The guy hovering behind me is none other than Zach, his expression just as grim as when I saw him minutes ago. Scratch that, grimmer.

I actually take a step back, I'm so shocked to see him this close, and bump into the wall behind me. Zach takes a step closer and braces his forearm, exactly the way Scott had done, on the wall at the side of my head. He bends his head so his mouth is near my ear. I drag in a breath of air and with it the subtlety of his cologne and warm male skin. Being this close to him after so many weeks is like a kick of excelsior.

"Who's the guy?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in my ear. It takes everything in me not to shiver as the sound vibrates down my spine.

"A friend."

 His mouth kicks up at the corner into a smirk.

"Right."

His tone is so obviously disbelieving, now it requires Herculean self-control not to smack him even though I miss him so much my heart hurts.

"Anyway," he continues, his eyes narrowing and growing hard as flint as he stares down at me. "Here's the thing. If you're trying to make me jealous, you're wasting your time. I wouldn't want you to put yourself out too much tonight, so remember that and go easy on the guy, 'kay?"

Raising his head, he flashes me a tight, icy smile and pushes off the wall as he continues to hold my gaze. In his final gesture of arrogance, he runs the back of his index finger gently down my cheek while his jaw ticks. "Have a nice evening, Liv." With that, he turns and saunters back down the hall.


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Social Media (The Complete 6-Book Collection) - JA Huss

 
 
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Social Media (The Complete 6-Book Collection)
by JA Huss
Publication date: August 15th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


Synopsis:

When Grace @FilthyBlueBird tweeted her dirtiest, most delicious secret desires to MovieStar @VaughnAsher she never expected a reply, let alone a face-to-face meeting and an offer of a lifetime.

And when MovieStar @VaughnAsher figured out the woman vacationing at his family’s St. Thomas resort was the author of all those dirty hashtags she was relentlessly tweeting at him… well, that was a challenge he couldn’t pass up. He was more than happy to #RockHerFilthyWorld.

@FilthyBlueBird’s online fantasy is about to collide with her real-life reality. And it’s about to happen now.

What started out as a fun, filthy tweet turned into the romance of a lifetime. If—that is—your idea of romance is the #asshole real-life persona of a kinky off-screen control freak.



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JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty books. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.

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Thursday, August 17, 2017

Uncanny - Sarah Fine

 


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Uncanny
by Sarah Fine
Published by: Skyscape
Publication date: October 3rd 2017
Genres: Science Fiction, Thriller, Young Adult

Synopsis:
Two sisters. One death. No memories.
Cora should remember every detail about the night her stepsister, Hannah, fell down a flight of stairs to her death, especially since her Cerepin—a sophisticated brain-computer interface—may have recorded each horrifying moment. But when she awakens after that night, her memories gone, Cora is left with only questions—and dread of what the answers might mean.
When a downward spiral of self-destruction forces Cora to work with an AI counselor, she finds an unexpected ally, even as others around her grow increasingly convinced that Hannah’s death was no accident. As Cora’s dark past swirls chaotically with the versions of Hannah’s life and death that her family and friends want to believe, Cora discovers the disturbing depths of what some people may do—including herself.
With her very sanity in question, Cora is forced to face her greatest fear. She will live or die by what she discovers.


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AUTHOR BIO:
Sarah Fine was born on the West Coast, raised in the Midwest, and is now firmly entrenched on the East Coast. When she's not writing, she's working as a child psychologist. No, she is not psychoanalyzing you right now.

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Excerpt
I did not anticipate the wind. on the sidewalk, it made jackets flap and leaves rustle. Seven stories up, it threatens to throw me right over the edge.
Is that what i want?
I’m not good at knowing what I want—that’s what she said to me, and it turns out she was right. This will be my last decision, and it could be my worst or my best, but I don’t know if it will be something I want.
But wanting isn’t relevant now.
My shoes scrape over cement as i stand on the roof’s ledge. I am battered. Faltering. My arms are out, my fingers splayed. I turn around and face the school’s security cannies, who have formed a semicircle around me on the roof as they slowly approach. outdated, outmoded, neo-plastic skin, expressionless. They are here to stop me, or at least detain me until emergency services reach us, but like me, they are not immune to gravity. If I go over, they can’t save me.
They’re programmed to save me. They won’t feel a thing if they fail, though. They can’t. That’s the difference between us.
Looking at their blank eyes fills me with a sense of the inevitable.
I can’t remember not existing, whatever happened before I became me. I don’t think it hurt, not like this. Perhaps I’m wrong, though. Maybe I’ve been here before.
I crane my neck to see past the machine men, searching for the one face I need, one I know I’ve already seen for the last time. She isn’t here. Of course she isn’t. She can’t be.
I want to see her one last time. After everything I did, she wouldn’t look at me with anything other than sorrow or maybe hate or pity. But still, I want to see her.
There. That’s one thing I know I want.
even if it were relevant, it still
doesn’t matter.
I inch back a little. It would be easier for the wind to take me. I’d prefer that over doing this myself. But the cannies keep getting closer, and the wind is still now. Unhelpful.
“This is my choice,” I say loudly. “I’m doing this of my own free will.”
Is this what she wanted? I think this might be what she wanted.
It’s all tangled up in her, and she’s not here. I’ll never see her again. I’ll never see her again, and it’s because of the choices I made.
Free will.
Want.
I close my eyes. It’s time.


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Masked - J.D. Wright

 
 
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Masked
by J.D. Wright
(Superheroes Undercover, #1)
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: August 15th 2017
Genres: Paranormal, Superheroes, Young Adult


Synopsis:
Vada’s To-Do List:
– Turn 18 (check!)
– Register super name
– Order supersuit
– Attend superhero indoctrination
– Graduate high school
– Start kicking criminal tail

Vada Lawson can’t wait to be a superhero. Born into a family with special powers, she’s been training to fight criminals and villains her whole life. But her indoctrination into the underground super community is derailed when normals start breaking out in superpowers themselves.
Not trained to control their new abilities, the normals are frightened and vulnerable. Then their mutilated corpses begin turning up all over town. What the heck?
Somehow, with the help—and hindrance—of an annoying newly-minted super named Orion, Vada has to stop the chaos before it destroys her and everything she holds dear…and ruins her superhero debut.





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J.D. Wright is a military wife, mother of four, and author of paranormal and fantasy romance books filled with strong-willed heroines, swoon-worthy heroes, and sprinkled with humor and adventure. J.D. creates artistry in many ways, as a baker and cake artist by day and author by night. You can usually find her typing away at the computer or covered in frosting.

Since discovering she has a knack for writing, J.D. has so far written and self-published eight books of the Everealm and Songs of Everealm Series and is now venturing into the world of paranormal with her new superhero-themed series. She is an avid reader and lover of all things romance so she always includes a good love story in her paranormal and fantasy novels.

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Excerpt (Long)
Henley finished her drink off just as she spotted Nick for the first time all evening. He had entered the kitchen from the backyard, laughing along with several of his friends while they refilled their cups. Not a single one of them looked her way, and she thought it was probably for the best that they didn’t catch her staring.

She was too far away to hear what they were discussing, but she watched out of the corner of her eye and waited for an opportunity to approach Nick. When his buddies began to disperse, most of them returning to the backyard, Henley saw her chance.


However, after only two steps in Nick’s direction, she lost her nerve. Instead, she turned and pretended to look at an insanely boring painting on the wall of a table with a bowl of fruit on it.


“Pathetic.”


“What?” Henley jerked her head to the side when she heard the voice. A shadow in the hallway behind her moved forward and Victor Cursey emerged.


He was tall and dressed in black pants, shirt, and jacket. He seemed to blend into the dark hall behind him as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. There was a wickedly sinful smirk on his face that made Henley want to blush. She did her best to suppress the urge.


“I saw that sad attempt,” he said, nodding toward the kitchen where Nick was still lingering. “You didn’t even make it out of the living room.”


“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”


Victor’s knowing grin proved otherwise. “If you say so. But he’ll never notice you. You should know that by now. The prince isn’t the type to be drawn to girls like you.” He paused and looked her over from head to toe. “No matter how attractive you are.”


Henley couldn’t stop the shiver she felt under Victor’s intense gaze. When he swept his eyes over her, he seemed to almost be…absorbing her. Every hair on her body stood at attention. On one hand, she felt violated by his gaze and wanted to slap him for it. On the other hand, she secretly enjoyed the attention.


“Why do you call him that? Prince?”


“Well, that should be easy to decipher. Nicholas Grayson is Cyper City royalty, in every way that counts, isn’t he? Son of the city’s white knight and best at everything he does. Sounds like a fairytale Prince Charming to me.”


“You must read some pretty shitty fairytales, Victor.”


This drew a genuine smile from his face. “You know my name?”


“I know everyone’s name.” Henley was clearly bluffing, but it seemed like a good retort at the time. She wasn’t sure why she was even talking to this boy, but she couldn’t make herself walk away. “And if you hate the prince so much, why come to his party?”


“Oh, that’s an easy one. I have to work, after all.”


Henley wanted to ask him what he meant by that but she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and noticed that the prince in question was walking toward her. She froze. But Nick immediately turned down a different hallway, leading away from her. A second later, he was gone from view.


Victor chuckled beside her, then held his hand up and dangled a vial of bright yellow liquid in front of her face. “Want to talk to the prince? This will give you the nerve to do it.”


“What in the hell is that?” Henley stepped away from him, studying the vial with the same scrutiny she would give a giant tarantula.


“Just something to take the edge off. You can call it…courage in a bottle.”


“That’s a vial, not a bottle.”

He rolled his eyes but held the container steady. “Last chance, beautiful. You want it or not?”


“How much?” Henley couldn’t believe those words had just left her lips. She had never once considered using drugs. Sure, she had snuck a drink or two, but this was something that could lead to dire consequences, addiction…even death. Yet, the longer she stared at the sparkling liquid, the faster her worry began to fade. This was just a one-time deal. Surely, she could survive one hit. People did drugs at parties all of the time, right?


“For you?” Victor lowered the vial and placed it into Henley’s hand. “It’s on the house.” He leaned closer and whispered into her ear, “But when you grow tired of the prince, you should come find me. I’ll show you a much better time and I won’t ever ignore you.”


Henley closed her eyes as he spoke. His voice was smooth and low, and sent a chill down her spine. She felt herself sway off-balance and her eyes flew open to find the hallway empty. Victor was gone, but the vial of courage was still in her hand. Before she could convince herself otherwise, she pulled the stopper out and gulped the contents down.

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