Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for.
What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.
I’m Ethan Moonsong…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Characters: Ethan- This story is really just Ethan's, and everyone else in the book plays minor roles, though I'm sure some readers would disagree with me. Initially, I thought Ethan was absolutely insane. I suppose that just goes to show what heartbreak can do to you. However, as the story progresses his character develops, and you realize that he has good, honorable qualities, though he makes some mistakes in the process and loses himself which I did not like because I was applying logic when he was using his emotions as the impetus for action. For me, Ethan was not a very likable character because of his way about going the problem which is probably what Fisher Amelie was aiming for, but I didn't change my feelings even at the end. Finley- I wish that I had seen more of Finley. She is very selfless, brave, and generous despite her past. That's really all I can say about her really. Even when she narrated, I didn't learn anything new about her except that she was pining for Ethan, and I didn't really need her to say it to know it were true. Plot: I had no idea what the plot was. Having read GREED, I thought that FURY was going to be Ethan trying to get Cricket back using any means necessary. The beginning of the book made it seem like this was the case, but then Ethan met Finley again and the whole plot changed to something I never expected. The plot was exciting... for a little while. But then, every scene seemed like a repeat of the last one, and I found it boring. Additionally, I thought the relationship between Ethan and Finley needed more emphasis. I wanted to experience them falling in love, and this part seemed rushed.
Overall, FURY is a good book, but it was my least favorite of the series. VAIN is still one of my favorite books, so I'd recommend reading that. I have reviews for VAIN and GREED.
We have been dying to bring you this Release Week Blitz for Fisher Amelie's FURY! FURY is a New Adult Contemporary Romance and the third book in Fisher Amelie’s The Seven Deadly Series!! Grab your copy today and if you haven't had a chance to read the entire series yet, get on it IMMEDIATELY!
I took a deep breath as my fingers found their purchase and pulled out my keys. The key I needed somehow hit home and the lid sprang open, the knives staring at me, daring me. I watched them, waited for them to tell me what to do, but nothing came. They laid still, gleaming in the moonlight waiting for me too, it seemed. I sat in the passenger side seat, one boot still on the gravel, and made the first move. Raising a trembling hand toward the temptation, my fingers felt the cool length of each blade.
The rage still burned in my veins and I felt myself sobering, hesitating. No, I kept hearing. Pick them up, a voice said, so I did. Their weight felt good in my hands, comfortable. I breathed three breaths before gripping their handles and twirling them quickly in my palms. Even drunk, I could slaughter anything that moved. I was made to hunt. And hunt you shall, the voice urged.
I nodded and stood, shutting the passenger side door, tucking the blades into the back of my jeans, and camouflaging them with my shirt. My boots echoed with each step back toward the bar, heavy and dark like the night that surrounded me, like the thoughts in my head.
The adrenaline seared through my body, heightening every nerve, intensifying every sense. My heart pounded like a bass drum in my chest, pressing painfully against my ribs. My skin burned with anticipation.
I reached for the door handle.
“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice whispered, startling me.
I stopped, one hand on the handle. “Finley, go home,” I ordered her.
She stood from her leaning position against the outside wall of the bar, out of the shadows, and walked toward me. Her eyes seared through me. She came to me, stood closely, the heat from her body enveloping me.
“No, I don’t think I will,” she told me, looking up into my eyes. “At least not alone.”
She stood tenaciously, fearlessly. I noted how much taller she was than Cricket and it was a little bit intimidating to me, like what she said was going to happen whether or not I liked it. I respected her and I didn’t know why. I stared at her hard, but she didn’t budge. No, instead, she strengthened her own resolve, her jaw tightening with the decision and glared back even harder. She said and did things with such righteous authority, I felt powerless to her. I’d never felt that way before about a woman. It wasn’t pushy or irrational, it was simply as it was going to be.
My eyes and face relaxed the moment I acquiesced. “Fine.”
Her body followed suit and she nodded once, grabbing my arm and leading me toward my truck. Her hand reached into my jeans pocket, sending an inexplicable electrical charge through me, which I promptly chose to ignore, and yanked out my keys.
“Get in,” she ordered and I obeyed.
She threw herself into the driver’s side and slammed the door shut, sticking the keys in the ignition and turning only once. The engine started, daring not to further goad her. The stereo kicked on, belting something indicative of the moment we were leaving behind us, full of bass and a sharpness so edgy it echoed through my chest and head.
She shoved the truck in reverse, throwing her arm over the back of the bench, and her stare found mine. It was a solid look, packed full with a storm of unspoken words. Without breaking her gaze, she shifted into drive. She held there for a moment, driving her disappointment in me deep down into my soul before finally looking ahead to the end of the parking lot. I know I’m toxic, Finley, I thought, but that didn’t stop my mouth from retching awful thoughts.
“You have no reason to be pissed at me,” I told her, practically begging her to speak.
She didn’t say a word as she pulled out onto the road with more punch than the Finley I knew normally would have, turning toward the interstate. I had no clue where she was taking us, but I wasn’t about to ask.
Just make her turn around, I thought. Tell her you won’t do anything.
I opened my mouth to speak but caught a glimpse of her hair whipping about her determined face from the open windows and forgot what I was going to say. I turned my gaze toward the windshield. The light from the headlights exposing just enough of the road to make me nervous at the speed we were traveling. One hand found the dash to steady myself.
“What’s wrong, Ethan?” she asked.
“Huh?” I asked, whipping my head her direction.
“Too fast for you?”
“No.”
“Liar,” she said, calling me out.
I wiped my palms down the thighs of my jeans. “Slow down,” I said, swallowing.
“Oh, now you want to play it safe?” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re so selfish, you know that?” she asked. I was taken aback. She’d never talked to me like that.
She leisurely drove across lanes as if traveling more than a hundred miles per hour was completely normal.
“What?” I demanded, feeling alert. The adrenaline had sobered me quickly.
“You’re selfish. And stupid. Let’s not forget stupid.”
My blood boiled. “Whatever, Finley.”
“Whatever, Finley,” she mocked. “Don’t you know I’m suffering? That I’m the only person in the world who suffers? Can’t you see that I’m determined to be foolish, Finley?”
“What do you know of suffering?” I asked, incensed.
Wide eyes met mine and her jaw clenched as she pulled over, slamming us to a stop. Her hair flew forward from the force before settling onto her chest and shoulders.
“I know more about suffering than you could ever possibly imagine. You don’t know shit! So you got your heart broken. So what! There are worse things, you know. There are things out there that would curl your toes to know about, Ethan.”
FURY Synopsis:
Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for.
What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.
I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
About Fisher Amelie:
Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right?
Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.
The holiday season is over I suppose, and everyone went back to work today. But, I'm still giving out presents! Remember that I told you I would share 4 excerpts of Ashley's Dream by B.R. Kingsolver? Well, here is excerpt #2. Enjoy:)
Can a woman have both love and her dreams?
Ashley isn't looking for love. Her dream is to travel the world, and getting tied down by a man doesn't fit into her plans. Relationships always get so complicated, and men always lie. It's better just to have some fun and no one gets hurt.
After graduating university, she doesn’t get the job offer she hopes for, so it's life as usual, working as the manager of a college town bar and spending time with her friends. But life doesn’t always go the way you plan, and the next thing Ashley knows, she has two hot roommates interested in her. She likes them both, but is it love or just infatuation? She always seems to make decisions that break her heart.
When the job offer she has always wanted arrives, her heart is torn between love and following her dream.
When
Jeff came over after his softball game, I still had a lot of anger and
resentment that I hadn’t taken out on Marcie. I didn’t even know it was there
until I had another convenient target.
He
pulled me into his arms and kissed me, but I pulled away. Walking away from
him, I said, “Why didn’t you tell me you were rich? Or that your father’s
company is Owens, Hart and Collins?”
“You
never asked me. Why, is it important?”
“I
guess it isn’t if this is just a temporary fling. I just think it’s polite to
let a girl know that you’re never going to take her home to meet your parents.
It sort of puts everything in perspective so that she can decide whether or not
she’s comfortable just being a casual fuck.”
“Ashley,
what is going on? I’m not trying to hold anything back from you. We hardly know
each other.”
“Yeah.
I was asked earlier today, what your last name is and I didn’t know it. My
fault, I guess. Normally you find that sort of thing out on a first date, but I
guess we haven’t had our first date yet, have we? We just jumped into the
fucking part and left the introductions for later.”
“I’m
not the one who did the seducing,” he said. “I told you that we should wait.
You’re the one who was hot to trot, and now that’s my fault? You’re being
incredibly ungrateful. I think you’ve got issues, and I’m more than willing to
let you work them out. Good night.”
He
didn’t exactly slam the door, but he didn’t close it gently, either. I stood
staring at it with my mouth open. What the hell just happened? The last thing I
wanted to do was fight with Jeff. When he knocked on the door, my heart jumped
in my chest, and I skipped to the door to answer it. And then I opened my
mouth, and the same bitchy crap I’d laid on Marcie earlier came spilling out.
B.R. Kingsolver, the author of a great new contemporary romance/new adult, has shared with me four exclusive excerpts. And I'm going to share them with you as a little holiday gift!
Can a woman have both love and her dreams?
Ashley isn't looking for love. Her dream is to travel the
world, and getting tied down by a man doesn't fit into her plans. Relationships
always get so complicated, and men always lie. It's better just to have some
fun and no one gets hurt.
After graduating university, she doesn’t get the job offer she hopes for, so
it's life as usual, working as the manager of a college town bar and spending
time with her friends. But life doesn’t always go the way you plan, and the
next thing Ashley knows, she has two hot roommates interested in her. She likes
them both, but is it love or just infatuation? She always seems to make
decisions that break her heart.
When the job offer she has always wanted arrives, her heart is torn between
love and following her dream.
Marcie
flew in to Denver on Friday and drove up to Fort Collins that afternoon. We had
dinner together at the bar and then I went back to work. She showed up at my
place the next morning at nine, and I would have killed her if she hadn’t had a
key and been quiet about it. She let herself in, and though I woke up, I fell
back to sleep when she didn’t come into my room.
The
smell of bacon and fresh coffee woke me the second time. I staggered into the
kitchen and watched in a daze as she shoveled pancakes and bacon on a plate and
set it on the table.
“Eat,”
she said, pouring coffee in a mug and setting it beside my plate. God, I
thought, she’s going to make someone a great wife. As I ate, I decided that it
should be me.
“Will
you marry me?” I asked.
She
threw back her head and laughed. “We might as well, considering our luck with
men.”
We
finished breakfast and I showed her my new clothes.
“Kind
of a bummer,” I said, modeling one of the dresses. “I look gorgeous, but I
don’t have anyone to wear them for.”
“Get
Tyrell trained,” she said. “Things can’t be that busy during the summer. We
should go out when I’m home.”
“How
much longer are you going to keep the apartment here?” I asked. I knew it had
to be a pain driving up here from Denver every week.
“I
don’t know,” she said. “The lease is up next month. But from what they’re
telling me, I’ll probably be on the road, either working on audits or project
work, for the next couple of years. Some people do that their whole careers.”
She
watched me change and then said, “You know, we could get a two or three bedroom
place for less than we spend on two singles.”
I
looked around. I’d had the apartment for a year, since Marcie left the previous
summer for her internship in New York. I wasn’t particularly attached to it.
We’d lived together for four years, and were comfortable together.
“Do
we have to get a bunch of cats?”
I didn’t think it was that funny, but she
laughed until tears ran down her cheeks.
We are over the moon excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for ROWDY by Jay Crownover!! ROWDY is the fifth novel in her Marked Men Seriespublished by William Morrow, and imprint of HarperCollins and you do NOT want to miss it!
EXCERPT:
WHEN I PUT THE key he had given me in the door to his apartment it felt like the end of a long journey. Really it was only a little over twelve hours and I had stopped to nap once along the way, but it still felt like too long since I had seen his face or been able to touch all that toned and tattooed skin. Jimbo greeted me at the door when I pushed it open. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he jumped up and put his paws on my legs. He was going to be huge when he finally grew into his fuzzy body and I was overwhelmed at how happy I was to see him. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my face in his neck as he licked me all over my face. I was obviously missed and I had to say it was just one more reason I knew I was finally where I was supposed to be. It was late, so the apartment was dark.
I checked the dog’s food and water, trying to be quiet in case Rowdy was already asleep. I was winding my way toward his bedroom when a haphazardly discarded sketch pad lying on the couch caught my eye in the dim light. I paused for a minute to pick it up and felt my heart stop and then start to race as I flipped through the first few pages. There were a couple of drawings that were obviously for clients, tattoos that hadn’t made it from paper to skin yet, but most of the pristine white pages were covered with images wearing my face. There was mermaid me, and naughty- sailor- girl me. There was sassy Indian girl me with long Pocahontas braids and there was sexy devil me standing next to angelic me. There were dozens of them all in different shapes and sizes, but every single image was undoubtedly modeled after my distinct look. I wasn’t sure if he had drawn them all over this last week while I had been gone or over the months we had been chasing each other in circles.
Either way it made my heart swell and the full certainty that I was it for him settle deep inside my bones. I set the pad down and tiptoed through the hall. Jimbo took one look at where I was going and huffed out a disgusted- sounding snort. The poor guy had learned early on that he wanted no part of what happened between his humans when they were together in the bedroom. The light was off and Rowdy was sprawled on his stomach across the covers. His blond hair was sticking up every- where and he hand one arm bent up under his head. The only thing that could have made the sight better would have been if he hadn’t bothered with the black boxers before crashing out.
Even with them obscuring the view, I couldn’t complain. I let out a breathless sigh and crept closer so that I could lean over and touch my lips to that anchor on the side of his neck. I felt his pulse leap and tasted the salt on his skin as he murmured sleepily and rolled over onto his back. Those infinitely blue eyes glowed at me in the dark as a grin pulled up the corner of his mouth.
“Hey.”
About ROWDY:
The New York Times and USA Today bestselling Marked Men series continues with this sizzling, sexy story of love, heartbreak, fate, and second chances.
After the only girl he ever loved told him that he would never be enough, Rowdy St. James knocked the Texas dust off his boots and set out to live up to his nickname. A good ol’ boy looking for good times and good friends, Rowdy refuses to take anything too seriously, especially when it comes to the opposite sex. Burned by love once, he isn’t going to let himself trust a woman again. But that’s before his new co-worker arrives, a ghost from the past who’s suddenly making him question every lesson he ever learned.
Salem Cruz grew up in house with too many rules and too little fun—a world of unhappiness she couldn’t wait to forget. But one nice thing from childhood has stayed with her; the memory of the sweet, blue-eyed boy next door who’d been head over heels in love with her little sister.
Now, fate and an old friend have brought her and Rowdy together, and Salem is determined to show him that once upon a time he picked the wrong sister. A mission that is working perfectly—until the one person that ties them together appears, threatening to tear them apart for good.
About Jay Crownover: Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men series. She also introduced the dark and sexy world of The Point in a new series this last summer starting with BETTER WHEN HE'S BAD. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.
Today we have the cover for an upcoming New Adult title by Addison Moore. ROCK CANDY KISSES will be released in early 2015 and it is part of the 3:AM Kisses series.
Annie Edwards was born deaf, but she’s never let that define her. She’s settling in as a freshman at Whitney Briggs University, loves her dorm, her roommate, her classes, but something feels as though it’s missing—enter Blake Daniels. He’s everything Annie is not—a rocker, a player, a college dropout. Her friends want to sleep with him, her brothers want to kill him, and all Annie wants is a chance to see where her heart takes her.
As the lead singer of 12 Deadly Sins, Blake has had his fair share of rock candy. But Annie has taken over his body, his mind, his heart—three things he’s never lost control of before.
Often first love and first heartbreak go hand in hand.
Sometimes the thrill of one is worth risking the other.
Look for ROCK CANDY KISSES coming early 2015!
AUTHOR BIO:
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine. For nearly a decade, she worked as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit. She resides on the West Coast with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.
Today we have the cover for an upcoming New Adult romance by Addison Moore. A SUBLIME ADDICTION will be released in 2015.
A Sublime Addiction (A Sublime Casualty Book 2)
BOOK BLURB:
Noah
I thought I knew what love was. I’ve had relationships, but those were nothing like what I have with Elle. She’s taken over my thoughts, taken control of my days—she owns my nights.
But something doesn’t sit right. Her family, her past—it’s like they don’t exist. I don’t want to dig. I don’t want to confirm anything that might prove me right. I’ve had enough to deal with over the past few years.
It’s time to move on with the girl of my dreams by my side.
But then I do a little digging.
And I before I know it I’m standing in a grave.
Elle
I didn’t come from money. I didn’t come from anything. When you spend your childhood invisible, you begin to believe that actions don’t matter—consequences don’t exist—and your past will never come back to haunt you.
Then I met Noah. He saw me. He made me feel important, special, and most of all real.
But Noah and I are a house of cards.
The wind is picking up.
The ground is shaking.
It’s time for me to go.
I could run, but deep down I could never quit Noah.
They say love is stronger than death. For Noah and Elle to survive, it had better be.
AUTHOR BIO:
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine. For nearly a decade, she worked as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit. She resides on the West Coast with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.
I knew from the moment I first saw him he was the one. The only boy I could ever want. The only boy I could ever love.
Isn't it gorgeous?
They say he’s bad for me.
But I know he’s not.
Until the day he rejects me.
And breaks my heart.
Completely.
Everything changes in the blink of an eye. My entire life as I’ve known it is…gone. Secrets are revealed. Promises once made are irrevocably broken. There’s no way my family can get back to what we once were.
So when Nicholas Fairfield walks back into my life like he never left it, I’m furious. Thrilled. Irritated. Excited.
Conflicted.
Despite my confusion, I want to be with him. I love him. But danger lurks where we least expect it. Someone will do whatever it takes to tear us apart. All I know is: I won’t let them.
Because Nick Fairfield? He’s mine.
Don't miss out on the book that started it all: HIS REVERIE!
I knew from the moment I first saw her she was the one. The only girl I could ever want.
The only girl I could ever love.
She is light.
I am darkness.
She is innocent.
I’ve done too much.
She is good.
I am bad.
She is my every dream.
I should be her every nightmare.
We come from different worlds. She’s…perfect. And I’m…
Not.
Somehow she wants me anyway. So we’ll grasp at what we can. We’re going to make this summer count. She’s my secret. And I’m hers.
The problem with secrets is they never last for long. And when others discover we’re together, they’ll do whatever it takes to keep us apart. All I know is: I won’t let them.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite. A wife and mother of three, she writes New Adult and contemporary romance for Bantam and Avon. She is the author of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend.
Blair Walton isn’t your average tattooed children’s librarian. She’s also one half of bestselling romance author, Scarlet Rose. Along with her bff Raine, she spends her nights writing books so steamy, she’s afraid they would shock her Southern conservative grandmother to death, if she knew about them. Blair and Raine keep their smut peddling ways a secret from everyone, including family.
On deadline for their latest book and out of ideas, Raine suggests (demands) that Blair find a guy and “do some research.” It just so happens that Blair has a guy that’s ready and willing. Declan Bennet has all the qualifications: He’s British, looks fabulous in a suit and gets bonus points for being a single dad. But what started out as a research project quickly turns into something much more. Someone else is writing this love story and Blair has completely lost control. But will Declan still feel the same way when he finds out the truth about Blair and her secret motives?
EXCERPT
“People talk, you know.”
“About what?” I asked.
“About two women living together.” Oh for the love of hoop skirts. This again?
“Gran, I don’t really care if people think I’m a lesbian. It’s none of their business,
even if I was. And what if I had a male roommate? What would people say about that?” I
snatched the last cookie from my plate and chomped down on it. The cookies were really
the only things that were pleasant about this experience. The things we do for family and
amazing cookies.
Gran made a strangled noise and I knew I’d gone too far.
“I should probably be going. I have, um, some laundry to do.” It was a terrible
excuse, but I couldn’t tell her that I had smut to write.
I rose from the table as she’d taught me and went to kiss her proffered cheek.
“It was nice to see you, dear. Come and see me next week.”
“Yes, Gran.”
She reached up and held my chin. That woman had a grip like Chuck Norris.
“Behave. And don’t turn down a decent man who asks you on a date. And don’t make
sassy comments. You’re a lady. Act like one.” She patted my cheek and gave me a sweet
smile.
“Yes, Gran,” I repeated and gave her another kiss on her cheek, and a quick hug. Her
shoulders were frail, but she still had perfect posture.
I glanced back at her as I walked through the house to the front door. We always took
our Sunday afternoon tea in the sun room. She sat in her chair, staring out at the view of
her garden, where birds and butterflies flitted about and a squirrel tried to infiltrate the
birdfeeder. Gran lived alone, but I never got the sense that she was lonely. After all, she’d
been married to my grandfather since she was sixteen years old. It might be nice to have
some peace and quiet at this time in her life.
Closing the door softly behind me, I chastised myself for snarking at her. She’d
had her values for much longer than I’d been alive and she sure as hell wasn’t going to
change them now just because I wanted her to.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world’s worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman). She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
Her New Adult Contemporary Romance titles include My Favorite Mistake, which has been bought by Harlequin along with a sequel, Deeper We Fall and Faster We Burn (April 20, 2013)
Her Young Adult books include Nocturnal, Nightmare and Neither, the first three books in The Noctalis Chronicles. The fourth and final book, Neverend will be out in 2013. Whisper, the first in The Whisper Trilogy is also available, with the second book in the series, Silence and the final book, LIsten coming out in 2014.
We are absolutely thrilled to bring you the cover reveal for K.A. Tucker's BURYING WATER! BURYING WATER is a New Adult Romantic Suspense novel scheduled for release October 7th! This book will blow you away. Get. Ready.
About BURYING WATER:
The top-selling, beloved indie author of Ten Tiny Breaths returns with a new romance about a young woman who loses her memory—and the man who knows that the only way to protect her is to stay away.
Left for dead in the fields of rural Oregon, a young woman defies all odds and survives—but she awakens with no idea who she is, or what happened to her. Refusing to answer to “Jane Doe” for another day, the woman renames herself “Water” for the tiny, hidden marking on her body—the only clue to her past. Taken in by old Ginny Fitzgerald, a crotchety but kind lady living on a nearby horse farm, Water slowly begins building a new life. But as she attempts to piece together the fleeting slivers of her memory, more questions emerge: Who is the next-door neighbor, quietly toiling under the hood of his Barracuda? Why won’t Ginny let him step foot on her property? And why does Water feel she recognizes him?
Twenty-four-year-old Jesse Welles doesn’t know how long it will be before Water gets her memory back. For her sake, Jesse hopes the answer is never. He knows that she’ll stay so much safer—and happier—that way. And that’s why, as hard as it is, he needs to keep his distance. Because getting too close could flood her with realities better left buried.
The trouble is, water always seems to find its way to the surface.
You can read Chapters 1-4 of BURYING WATER in the back of IN HER WAKE, the Ten Tiny Breaths prequel novella from Trent's POV! IN HER WAKE is out September 1st. Pre-order your copy today!
About K.A. Tucker:
Born in small-town Ontario, Kathleen published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She is a voracious reader and the farthest thing from a genre-snob, loving everything from High Fantasy to Chick Lit. Kathleen currently resides in a quaint small town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.
We weren't a relationship, we were a ticking time bomb...
Maggie Carpenter walked away from the hottest encounter of her life when she left the seductive glitz of England for summer break in her South Carolina hometown. Now that she’s returned to the International School in London—and sexy, privileged Samir Khouri is once again close enough to touch—she can’t help but remember the attraction, the drama … the heartbreak.
She can’t help but want him even more.
Samir can’t afford to fall for someone so far removed from his world, not when his time in London is running out. It's his senior year—his last chance at freedom before he returns home to Lebanon. There, he’ll be expected to follow in his father’s footsteps—not follow his heart to Maggie. But when a scorching secret hookup becomes a temptation neither can resist, they’ll both have to fight to survive the consequences … and find a future together.
Don’t miss this explosive sequel to I See London, and the riveting conclusion to Maggie and Samir’s story. This is a New Adult romance recommended for readers 17 and up.
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Originally a Florida girl, CHANEL CLEETON moved to London where she received a bachelor’s degree from Richmond, The American International University in London and a master’s degree from the London School of Economics and Political Science. Chanel fell in love with London and planned to stay there forever, until fate intervened on a Caribbean cruise, and an American fighter pilot with smooth dance moves swept her off her feet. Now, a happily ever after later, Chanel is living her next adventure in South Korea.
Law school made Chanel realize she’d rather spend her days writing sexy stories than in a courtroom, and she hasn’t looked back since. An avid reader and hopeless romantic, she’s happiest curled up with a book. She has a weakness for handbags, her three pups, and her fighter pilot husband. Chanel writes New Adult contemporary romances and thrillers.
She is the author of I SEE LONDON and LONDON FALLING, published by Harlequin HQN, and FLIRTING WITH SCANDAL, the first book in a new NA series to be released by Berkley in 2015.
Fury by Fisher Amelie
