Today we are so excited to be sharing an exclusive excerpt from New York Times Bestselling Author Lara Adrian’s FOR 100 REASONS, the conclusion to the sexy, suspenseful 100 series.
Love takes no prisoners…
Billionaire Dominic Baine stepped into Avery Ross’s life when it was at its lowest. Obsessed with the beautiful, struggling artist, Nick was determined to have her. What began as a scorching seduction soon burned out of control, exploding into a white-hot passion neither of them could deny.
Yet Nick and Avery are two damaged people, both haunted by dark secrets with the power to destroy them. And for Nick, the ugly past that shaped him cannot compare to the unforgivable deception that drives Avery from his arms, from his life. Now the man accustomed to having everything he desires must find a way to redeem himself to the only woman he has ever loved.
Avery Ross has known heartbreak. She has known betrayal and loss, but nothing like the pain that loving Dominic Baine has brought into her life. Reeling from the aftermath of his devastating revelation, instead of allowing despair to break her, she builds herself into something stronger—the fearless woman and artist Nick’s passion has taught her to be. Yet her heart is in pieces, and despite everything she has, the one thing she needs is the man whose possessive desires and consuming love holds the power to either save them both or shatter her forever…
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I close the door and lean against it with a heavy sigh after Nick returns to his car.
What does it say about me that I can spend two hours looking after my terminally ill friend yet come home feeling sorry for myself when Nick practically ditches me at my front door? I feel adrift in my own house, left alone with just my thoughts and my worry for the friend I already feel slipping away from me.
It’s too late at night to call Tasha or my mom, and when I phoned Lita from Kathryn’s to update her on the situation, she informed me that she’d caught a cab home from the auction and was headed to bed.
That’s where I should be heading too. That is, if I had any hope of going to bed and not lying there for the next several hours thinking about Nick.
Needing the kind of contentment and comfort I’ve only ever felt in his arms.
I pick up my phone, my fingers itching with the urge to dial his number. I could ask him to come back. I know he would. I also know that if I’d invited him into my home tonight, into my bed, we’d be crossing a threshold with no turning back.
If we try to return to each other again and fail, it will be for the last time. For my own sake, for my sanity, it would have to be.
As much as I wish I had Nick’s strength to lean on, I’m not sure I’m ready to face that much finality in one night.
Instead I head upstairs to take a shower and try to relax. A few minutes under the hot water soothes my tired muscles. It washes away the tears I refused to let fall in front of Kathryn.
What it doesn’t soothe or wash away are my thoughts of Nick.
My longing to be with him.
Those feelings cling to me as I wrap myself in a short silk kimono and pad across my bedroom rug to draw the blinds. It’s still pouring outside, rain pelting wetly against the windows and sweeping in waves over the street below.
The street where Nick’s black BMW still sits parked at my curb.
“What the hell?”
He’s here? When did he come back? Or did he ever go at all?
It doesn’t matter. He’s here. I step back from the window in surprise, swamped by a selfish elation I can’t deny.
Then I’m racing down the stairs and out the front door, barefoot. Breathless.
Puddles on the pavement slosh against my feet as I round the front of the car to the driver’s side. I pound the flat of my hand against the window, a single knock that brings Nick’s head up sharply.
Our eyes meet through the water-streaked glass. He’s sitting in the darkened car, the engine turned off. He scowls, his lips parting on a silent curse as currents of rain sluice off my nose and chin.
The door pops open. I step aside as he climbs out of the car, an apology in his gaze. “I couldn’t leave. Damn it, I tried to, but–”
I don’t give him the chance to finish. With my hands holding his face, I drag him down to meet my kiss. His answering groan is animal, filled with the same yearning that’s coursing wildly through me.
We’re drenched in seconds. His white dress shirt plasters against his broad shoulders and chest. My thin kimono practically melts around me. Neither of us seems notice or care. Nothing can cool the urgency of our kiss.
Nick’s mouth moves hungrily over mine, our faces wet from the rain, our lips fused and fevered. His large hands hold me close to him, one palm splayed at my back, the other cradling my nape beneath the sodden tangle of my hair. His muscles flex, then in an instant he’s pivoted, turning me around so that I’m pinned between the closed door of the BMW and the firm heat of his body. He crowds in closer, still kissing me madly, our bodies crushed together everywhere they can, melding my soft curves to his hard planes.
I moan with the need for deeper contact. There’s no use trying to deny what he does to me. Just one kiss and I’m his for the taking already.
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Pleasure has a price…
Struggling artist Avery Ross is barely scraping by. Bartending at a trendy New York City restaurant for an overbearing boss and two weeks away from losing her apartment to a condo developer, she’s desperate for a break. So when she’s offered a temporary housesitting job, she takes it.
Living at one of the poshest addresses in Manhattan is like entering a new world—one that catapults her into the orbit of billionaire Dominic Baine, the darkly handsome, arrogantly alpha resident of the building’s penthouse. What begins as a powerful attraction soon explodes into a white-hot passion neither can deny.
Yet as scorching as they need for each other is, Avery doesn’t expect Nick’s interest in her to last. Nor does she dare to dream that the desire she feels for this scarred, emotionally remote man could deepen into something real. For Avery has secrets of her own—and a past that could destroy her…and shatter everything she and Nick share.
FOR 100 NIGHTS
Passion knows no bounds…
Avery Ross is living a dream. After struggling all of her life to make ends meet, a change encounter with a powerful, darkly handsome man has catapulted her into a dazzling new world of penthouse luxury, elegant parties, and a wild, consuming passion with her billionaire love, Dominic Baine. Nothing is out of his reach in business or in pleasure, yet the only woman he wants is her. Nick sweeps her to sensual heights she has never dared explore, commanding her body the same way he commands her heat. Yet Avery knows the fantasy she’s living cannot last.
With dark secrets and a dangerous enemy haunting her past, Avery must find a way to trust Nick with the truth before it destroys everything they share. But Nick is harboring secrets of his own as well. And when they come to light, Avery will be forced to decide if the love she feels for Nick is strong enough to endure a betrayal she may never be able to forgive.
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LARA ADRIAN is a New York Times and #1 international bestselling author with nearly 4 million books in print and digital worldwide and translations licensed in more than 20 countries. Her upcoming release is FOR 100 REASONS, the third book in a contemporary romance series that reviewers are calling “phenomenal” and “one of the hottest series of the year.” Learn more about the author and her books at LaraAdrian.com.
Pink Lock Picks and Sequined Witch Hats
Publication date: July 24th 2017
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Seventeen-year-old Gracie Mason is homecoming queen, co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and a member of the student council. She’s also a budding burglar. While attempting her inaugural break-in, Gracie blacks out and wakes up far away from the scene. It turns out she accidentally intruded on a male witch’s “circle of power,” and now she’s bonded to him for life. To break the bond, Gracie must delve deeper into a society of witches that involves a secret club, a shadowy council, and all sorts of magical mischief.
Gracie quickly learns that dissolving the bond with Asher, admittedly a very handsome and charming witch, is more complicated than she initially thought. And right when it seems things can’t get any worse, witches start turning up dead. It’s clear that Gracie is out of her depth as her quest to sever the bond magically turns into a murder investigation.
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Daddy told me years ago that to succeed in life I need a strong plan, the right tools, and the gumption to follow through. His words of wisdom helped me get elected homecoming queen, become co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and voted on the student council. Now I plan to use them to help me pull off my first burglary.
My plan is solid. I’ve also never backed down from a challenge, not even last year when Brittany Thomas became overly friendly with the entire football team in a sad attempt to deprive me of my crown. People say I started the rumor about the rash of STD cases spreading through the boys’ locker room faster than a brush fire. I didn’t, of course. Why start gossip when the squad of doctors from the local Health Department did it for me?
I take a deep breath as I enter the Trinity Building. At almost four o’clock on a Friday before a three-day weekend, the place is deader than a PTA meeting. It helps that today is the hottest July first on record for Central Texas and the air conditioning in this building is dismally subpar. The Trinity Corporation may claim to have the most upscale rental space in town, but one look at the gold leopard granite floor paired with peach-painted walls shows that’s a downright fib.
The only guard on duty leans back in his chair and sucks down a Sonic Route 44 Coke like his life depends on it. I wave as I pass the security desk, wearing a megawatt smile and fully confident in the strength of my lavender-scented Lavanila deodorant—vegan, of course. Deputy Dawg gives me his usual perv stare before returning to the comic book balanced on his knee.
Centex Therapy, LPC occupies most of the first floor office space. A small bell tinkles when I open the frosted glass door. What decorum the overall building lacks, the waiting room has in spades. Brown leather chairs sit on a bamboo rug and pastel paintings from local artists brighten the walls. A tall grandfather clock in the corner softly chimes four times. This late on a Friday means the room is empty of other patients. Perfect.
Jane, the receptionist, fans herself with a copy of Country Living. “Cutting it awfully close, Gracie. Go on in.”
Dr. McDozzle gives me a pained smile as I enter the room.
“Good afternoon, Miss Mason. Have a seat.” For a head shrinker, he’s incredibly formal. And a non-Texan, who hates football and sweet tea. I haven’t learned much more about him in the last month, but that’s enough to get him tarred and feathered if word got out.
The leather recliner squeaks when I sit down. “Thanks for seeing me on a Friday, Doc.” I twirl a strand of newly highlighted platinum hair around my finger. It goes wonderful with my bubblegum pink manicure. “Mr. Anderson, Daddy’s new lawyer, is now insisting I have two sessions a month with you. Of course, Mama’s lawyer says once a month is just fine, seeing how I’m such a well-adjusted high school senior and all. Almost a senior, I guess, since school’s not started.”
Dr. McDozzle straightens his glasses. “Yes, well, your parents do seem to have quite the barrage of attorneys involved in their divorce. Have you worked on the homework I gave you during our last session?”
This is such a waste of time. My parents have spent the last five years embroiled in a divorce dirtier than a greased pig-wrestling contest. Both sides of the family have more money than sense, much to the delight of every lawyer in the tri-county area. Not that I want my parents to get back together. Anytime they’re within spitting distance of each other, the tension between them gives me a migraine. Besides, if they hadn’t split up, I never would’ve met Ben.
Ben’s the son of Daddy’s ex-girlfriend. Until four months ago, they all lived together in Daddy’s condo. Ben is a sophomore at the local college and is truly hot, in a geeky, stud muffin, save-the-world, kinda way. Crushing on my almost stepbrother might seem a bit sketchy, but it’s legal—I Googled it twice.
Which means it’s time to start step one in my Get Ben Plan.
I toss my hair over my shoulder before pulling out a pink glitter notebook from my Eiffel Tower-shaped mini-purse.
“You wanted me to write down my feelings about my parents’ shared custody thing. Honestly, I don’t understand why the lawyers are so panty twisted about me spending a week with Mama and the next with Daddy. It means I get double the wardrobe. Hello? What girl would say no to that? It’s way better than Heather’s situation. I told you about her last time, I think. The girl with the hideous frizzed-out curls but drives a cute BMW Z4 roadster? Anyway, her parents are insane.” I continue a steady stream of babble until Dr. McDozzle’s eyes glaze over.
There’s no clocks in the room, but Dr. McDozzle keeps checking his watch. I’m sure the poor man created a nice therapy plan for me, but I’ve completely derailed it. Mama always says a girl has many tools to choose from in her arsenal—perfectly curled hair, well-placed boobs, and endless chatter are my faves. Besides, Daddy’s been paying therapists a fortune for years to show the divorce court how concerned he is about me. Dr. McDozzle’s earning his car payment today.
Although not a native Texan, Carla prides herself on having mastered the correct usage of “y’all” and “bless your heart.”
Carla is owned by a persnickety kitty, who rules the computer keyboard and only allows Carla to write when demands for cat treats are met.
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Publication date: July 25th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
I am Doctor Feelgood… Tell me what ails you, baby. I’ll make you feel real good.
I didn’t join the medical field because of the women, but it sure as f*ck has become a perk of the job.
Now, a new forbidden lust has sparked my interest, but the odds are stacked against me.
She’s forbidden. Taboo. Unreachable.
My mentor’s sister is older than me and commands respect when she walks in the room. Nothing like the twenty-year old floozy’s that spread their legs at nothing more than a look.
Ansley is divorced and dominant. Word on the street is that she left the old guy she was hitched to because she wanted kids.
Wonder if she is looking for a baby daddy?
I have all the right instruments for that sh*t and I’m more than willing to let her borrow them for a night – or two…
They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away. F*ck that. I’ll eat that apple first, and then you’re next.
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“This is gonna be wicked.” I smiled and glanced over at my closest friend, Jackson. “You sure you’re up for this shit tonight?”
He snorted and reached up to brush his hand by his nose. The cockiness in his eyes was almost too much, but it mirrored mine – no doubt.
“I just hope these other guys you’re bringing from the hospital don’t mess up the flow.” He glanced my way and smirked. “You do remember how to do this, right?”
“Pick up a woman?” I chuckled and nodded at the bouncer at the front of the strip club. “It’s what I do when I’m not saving lives. It’s you who might need dusting off.”
“Not a chance, asshole.” He popped me in the chest with the back of his hand and made a beeline for the bar.
I stopped and glanced around the darkened room, the lights perfect for the clientele littered all over the club. Sexy jazz music pumped from the speakers above, and the fog machine was in full effect.
“Over here, man.” Freddy, one of my favorite residents from St. Marks waved me over. “We saved you a seat and got you a present.”
I rolled my eyes as he extended his hand, his thick finger wrapped around a bundle of one dollar bills. “You think the type of woman I plan on fucking in the bathroom tonight is going to be impressed with such small bills?”
“Oh Gawd.” Darek, one of the surgeons I worked with gave me a look. “Please tell me you’re kidding. Do you know how many germs there are in a bathroom?”
I snatched up the bills and grabbed a beer from the bucket of them in the center of the table. “I’ll make sure to sanitize my cock before and after. Sound good?”
The table erupted in laughter, and the tension in my chest released. I was with friends for the night, and I was, without a doubt, getting laid by a woman who knew her way around a man.
“Where’s Aiden?” I glanced back toward the bar to see Jackson flirting with the bartender. He always had to go after the most challenging lay in the room. It was almost a game to him.
“You know Elizabeth isn’t going to let him come to a titty bar.” Freddy reached over and gripped the back of my shoulder, squeezing tightly as he leaned closer and whispered. “He’ll stop by on his way home. Just don’t tell on him.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know why he settled down.”
“Have you seen Elizabeth?”
“Yeah, she’s beautiful, but still.” I took a long drink of my beer. “Complete ball and chain. Not worth the effort.”
“You don’t think anyone is worth the effort.” Darek glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “Now, get up front. We all made a pact on who you would pick tonight.”
“You’ve already seen the girls?” I turned back to my friends and smiled.
“Nope, but you’ve got a type.” Freddy moved around me to extend his hand to Jackson. My best friend was the only one of my friends not in the medical field. “Hey, Jackson. What you know, man?”
“I don’t have a type.” I took another sip of my beer and turned to see my mentor, Aiden Crawford walk through the door of the club.
“Sure you do.” Darek smiled. “She’s gotta be alive and has more plastic than a bottling company.”
“Fuck you too.” I flipped him off and walked toward Aiden.
He nodded toward my lifted hand. “That for me?”
I smiled. “You’re not that lucky.” I extended my hand toward him. “You bring Lizzy with you?”
He chuckled. “No, and I’m not staying. I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I’m here if you need me.”
“Here? Like at the titty bar? It doesn’t really fit your style, old man.”
He gripped my hand tightly as a smirk played at the corner of his mouth. “Make me proud at Boston Gen, okay? Do what you need to do and come back home.”
I shook his hand and nodded. “I feel like I’m about blast the fuck off into space. Do I need to give a short speech or anything?”
“No, you cocky bastard.” He released my hand and patted my chest as his eyes darkened a little. There was no one I respected more than Aiden. He was a god in the operating room and was brilliant with technique and precise with his skill. Everyone at St. Mark’s wanted to be Aiden Crawford – even me.
And I would. One day.
“Anything else?” I gripped his forearm as he wrapped his fingers around the side of my neck as he had a hundred times. The man was like an older brother to me. I wanted his approval, and I had it.
“Yes. Don’t fuck with my sister. She’s been through a lot, and she’s just the kind of woman that would excite a sick fuck like you.” He squeezed the side of my neck, leaving me a little uncomfortable. “Support her. Teach and train her staff, but don’t you dare touch her.”
“Dude. Your sister is old like you, right? I’m into younger women. They’re pliable. You guys are stuck in your ways, and if we’re being honest,” I leaned closer and smiled like a tomcat. “Boooooring.”
He smiled and released me, patting me on the chest again. “I’m serious. She and Gwen are all I have left in the world for family. Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
I held up a boy scout sign, hoping I was getting the damn thing right. “On scout’s honor.”
“That doesn’t work unless you were a scout, idiot.” He moved to the side a little and waved at the guys at the table before turning back to me. “Be on time. Be precise. Show them what we’ve trained you to be at St. Marks. No fucking around with the nurses like you do here.”
“Alright, Dad. I think I got it.” I winked and crossed my arms over my chest. “Tell Lizzy I said hey.”
“Not a chance.” He gave me one more stern look and turned to walk out, calling over his shoulder, “I’m here if you need anything. Just a call away.”
I stood there for a minute, taking in his advice, his warning, and his offer. I wouldn’t mess with his sisters, either one of them. He meant too much to me, and I’d been honest about not liking older women. They were too fucking bossy or insanely confident. I wasn’t interested in either.
Sluts were the name of the game. Easy in and out. No commitment and no chance of getting my balls, my wallet and my heart pulled through a ringer.
“That go well?” Jackson moved up beside me, his eyes locked on the door where Aiden had left moments before.
“Yep. He said to stay away from his sister.” I smiled over at him. “Some part of me wants her even more now.”
He laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, turning us and walked us back toward the guys as the first girl made her way out on stage. “Have you seen this broad?”
“Nope.” I pulled away from him and moved up to the stage, smiling up at the platinum blond as I pulled out a one dollar bill and waved it in the air. “And I don’t need to see her. I’m going for the young, dumb, insecure ones.”
“Cause they make you feel better about yourself?” He lifted his hand with a hundred dollar bill clasped between his fingers.
Asshole. Always trying to show someone up.
The girl snatched my bill and moved over to him and tugged his from his fingers slowly, seductively. She knelt down in front of Jackson and smiled, her tits spilling out of the tiny blue bikini-like top she had on. “Want a lap dance, baby?”
I snorted. “You just gotta be first, don’t you?”
He glanced at me and winked. “You gotta up the ante sometimes, Parks. Shit or get off the pot, right? You’re not going to land this older woman with little boy tricks.”
“I don’t wanna land her. I want a slut, like this girl.” I nodded toward the girl as my mood darkened. Jackson had no room to talk about growing up. He was a playboy billionaire that still fucked a different girl each night, and most of them in his high dollar office with the world watching from the windows.
He turned back to the girl and pulled out another hundred. “Two hundred for a quick fuck for my friend here?”
“Absolutely.” She snatched the money and jumped off the stage, grabbing my hand and tugging me back toward the darkest part of the club.
I gripped her hand tightly and jerked, pulling her back and wrapping an arm around her to steady her. “I don’t need you taking the lead, princess.”
“Then you take it,” she whispered and ran her hand down my chest to cup my dick. Her dark red fingernails matched her lipstick and should have been a turn on, but it wasn’t.
“I just did.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, dominating the kiss as she melted against me. My eyes fluttered closed, and I imagined her to be someone worthy of my time and attention, the kind of woman I would give up my wanton bullshit for. I had no doubt that girl existed somewhere, but I was unwilling to go in search of her. She’d have to exist somewhere in the recess of my mind.
“Let’s go to the back.” She nipped at my lips, her blue eyes filled with lust.
“No. Let’s fuck here.” I dropped down in a chair close to the edge of the stage and reached for my zipper. “Make it look like a lap dance, and I’ll throw in an extra hundred. Make me come before you do, and I’ll throw in five hundred.”
She laughed and looked around as if I were kidding. “Really? Right here?”
“You’re a slut. You’re used to a crowd watching you get off.” I pulled a condom from my pocket and bit the edge of the packaging. “It’s a big dick though. You’re going to have to work hard to hide it firstly, and not soak it too quickly. You down?”
I pulled the rubber out and slipped my hand into my slacks to grab my cock. My erection had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with the thrill of an exhibition. My job was the only thing that left my blood really pumping as of late, so fucking in public seemed rather appetizing.
“Fine. You’re on.” She turned and rolled her hips, moving to stand in front of me as I pulled my dick out and slid the rubber down it. It was just dark enough, and there was far too much going on up on the stage for anyone to pay us much attention at all.
“You’re going down, baby.” I reached up and gripped her hips as she leaned forward and dug her fake nails into my thighs. She wrapped her hand around my cock and tugged her panties to the side with her free hand.
I leaned back and held on tightly as she let out a long yelp as she slid down my thick shaft. “You’re so big. I’m not sure I can-”
“Hush. Save your breath for pants and moans.” I lifted my hips and filled her loose slit with the rest of my cock before patting the side of her ass once I hit home. “Get busy. You know the rules.”
She lifted up and slammed back down, dancing and rolling her hips as she fucked herself good. I reached up and cupped my hands behind my head, watching her until I grew bored. I glanced over at the table to find my friends watching me with confused looks.
Freddy tilted his head to the side and gave me a look. He mouthed, ‘Is she fucking you?’
I smiled and shrugged. I wasn’t the kiss and tell type.
“Don’t stop.” I gripped a cheek of her thick ass and lifted my hips as she hovered above me, shaking a little and panting loudly.
“Just a minute. I’m so close. I don’t want to lose.”
“Sorry, but I have people waiting on me.” I pulled her back down and rolled my hips as she exploded, convulsing and jerking above me.
I reached around to grab one of her tits and pumped my hips a few times, forcing myself to release just to take the edge off a little.
Life was about to change drastically, and even if I played it off well in front of everyone else, I was fucked up on the inside.
I’d been in New York my whole goddamn life. What in the world did Boston have to offer?
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Born with dark magic in his veins that is slowly killing him… Trick enjoys a reckless lifestyle.
He rides his motorcycle too fast, plays rock music while fighting vampires, and has a talent for making girls mad, especially Dani Foster. The girl-next-door has caught all of his most embarrassing moments. She wants nothing to do with him. So he watches out for her from a distance, protects her from monsters she doesn’t know exist.
Two strangers offer a solution to his impending-death problem. He can beat fate by becoming what he hates most: a vampire. Trick is sure he’d rather die. Then Dani begins to look at him in a way that makes his heart race. She brings hope into his life.
Can he do it? Can he become the thing he fears for the promise of love?
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in his arms. They might have already gone too far. If he couldn’t pull back and
convince himself that he felt nothing for her, he’d have to pick someone else
to pin his psychological well-being on.
She applied slight pressure to bring his face down a few inches to hers.
Arguments against kissing her evaporated. All he could think about was what her
mouth would feel like beneath his.
trip. What sort of kiss did she want to give him? How long would it last? Would
she regret it afterward?
seconds, long enough for him to compare the kiss to ones already received.
it slow. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to reach some unknown destination
that would leave him in the dust. Her lips, full and soft, opened after a
moment, startling him.
shocking moment that left him rattled.
hundreds, this was the one he’d remember into his old age. It was twisted,
forbidden yet needful, hard yet soft, sweet yet passionate.
daring him to comment. A strange glint appeared in hers, shards of simmering
wrapped the chain around her fingers as her narrowed gaze dared him to stop
her. A hard tug caught him off guard. The chain broke against the back of his
neck. He’d worn it day and night since he’d been abandoned by his father, never
taking it off.
For a moment, they gazed at each other through the glass. She probably thought
he was staring at her with a stunned expression like a deer caught in
headlights. She probably thought he was upset over her taking his necklace… but
he had other problems.
snapped, he remembered something better off forgotten.
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Events happen in life that can awaken our truest and deepest desires. They also show us our greatest fears. Sometimes we are forced to face those fears, other times we build walls that can’t be broken to protect ourselves.A profound connection these two once shared. A strong friendship once formed was shattered. Fate has stepped in and shaken both their worlds.The danger, the wild, the chaos, and the lifestyle of the Hellions world has become far too much for Savannah ‘Sass’ Perchton. Swearing off bikers and attempting a ‘normal’ life, she has settled. She’s committed to Nick, her country club, pretty boy. She’s found a way to be content.Things aren’t always what they seem. Wrap an empty box in pretty paper and a bow, it may look amazing, but it’s still a hollow shell.He’s a Hellions playboy. A different chick in his bed, off on a different ride, and always something new. He’s Frank the ‘Tank’ Oleander, Haywood’s Hellions Road Chief. Throttle down and life is good.The fast pace of the Hellions life catches up to him. At a crossroads, he’s forced to face some life changing thoughts or succumb to the darkness of death. Teetering on the brink of giving in, her voice is all he’s holding onto. The coma he can’t pull himself out of, but her voice is the light in the darkness. He wants the girl who pulled him through when his life was literally in the balance.She’s sworn off bikers. Can he pull through? Can she ever see past the lifestyle to the heart of the man behind the cut? Will they find their Forever Ride?
(The Union #1)
Publication date: November 18th 2014
Genres: Dystopian, Young Adult
After global warming and a second civil war devastated the former United States, two different societies rose from the ashes – the Union, a towering high-tech utopia, hugging the perimeter of the continent, and the devastated, untamed midsection known as the Ruins.
Seventeen-year-old Evan Taylor has an easy, privileged life in the Union. What she doesn’t have is any idea what to do with the rest of her life. She only knows she wants to do something meaningful, to make a difference in the lives of others.
When she’s kidnapped and taken into the Ruins as a pawn in a dispute involving her boyfriend, Bryce, her ideal world is turned upside down. What she learns while in the Ruins shakes her faith in everything she’s ever known, from Bryce, to her family, and even the Union itself.
Now Evan must choose whether to stay with Cyrus, the sexy, resourceful survivor who believes she’s in the Ruins for a reason, or return to the only life she’s ever known. But when she stumbles upon a dangerous plot that threatens both worlds, her decision could tear her apart.
The Union is a futuristic young adult romantic adventure.
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EXCERPT FROM THE UNION:
My eyes flutter open to complete darkness, my brain cloudy. My shoulders ache and my arms are numb from sleeping on them. When I try to sit up, the moments before I blacked out come rushing back, filling me with dread.
My hands are tied behind my back, so the best I can do is roll to my side. I strain into the darkness to make sense of my surroundings. I’m inside something that’s moving. It’s too dark to make out anything, so I rely on my ears. A train. But not the L-Train, nor a commuter train. Maybe a cargo. My pulse throbs behind my eyelids and I fight the urge to vomit.
Shit, shit, shit. Tears fill my eyes, but I can’t afford to cry. I need to figure a way out of this mess. Lisa and Colin must have looked for me when I didn’t come back. That only provides small comfort though, since I have no idea where I am or how they’d find me.
None of this makes any sense. The only kidnappings in the Union are due to custody disputes. Maybe Eddie had me kidnapped. Except that’s completely crazy. If he was going to do that, why wait until I’m almost an adult and already on my way to see him?
This must be about money. A ransom or something. That seems so fantastic though, like straight out of a movie. There was that one kid who disappeared a couple of years ago, but it turned out he’d just run away.
Maybe it’s got something to do with my Uncle David. As one of only seven governors, he has an incredible amount of power. Only the Prime Minister has more. Unfortunately, it’s the only thing that makes sense. If I have any hope of surviving, he might have to give them what they want.
T.H. Hernandez is the author of young adult books. The Union, a futuristic dystopian adventure, was a finalist in the 2015 San Diego book awards in the Young Adult Fiction category.
She loves pumpkin spice lattes, Game of Thrones, Comic-Con, Star Wars, Doctor Who marathons, Bad Lip Reading videos, and all things young adult, especially the three young adults who share her home.
When not visiting the imaginary worlds inside her head, T.H. Hernandez lives in usually sunny San Diego, California with her husband and three children, a couple of cats, and a dog who thinks he’s a cat, affectionately referred to as “the puppycat.”
You can find her online at http://thhernandez.com
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Hard Rock Deceit
Publication date: July 25th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance
He’s a brilliant artist. A rock star god.
He challenges me. Excites me.
He makes me quiver. Makes me swoon.
He makes me feel things I’ve never dreamed of.
But we’re both dedicated to our art. We’ll do whatever it takes to succeed.
When I find out just how far he’ll go, it threatens to tear our world apart.
August placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently. The heat of his palm burned into my bare skin. I shivered.
That reassuring touch turned into a caress, trailing along my collarbone. I swallowed hard. His gaze was fixated, as if mesmerized, as callused fingertips ran a trail up my throat, along my jaw. He cupped the back of my head, sifting through the dark strands.
August leaned forward. My heart jumped in my chest. Soft lips brushed my ear.
“What are you feeling right now?”
His voice was low and husky, inflaming every inch of me.
“I don’t know,” I stammered.
The hitch of my breath, the trembling of my fingers, the flush of my cheeks, told a different story.
I felt his lips curve into a teasing smile.
Athena Wright is a USA Today Bestselling author of New Adult Romance. She has a fondness for rock stars and the girls who tame their wild hearts. Athena loves to write characters who are not always what they seem.
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