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Laney Collins has been the wife to Michael for years and even when after his love turned into pure cruelty toward her weight gain she has remained his faithful loving wife. Her love for her daughter Callie and son Kaleb gives her faith that in the end it will all be worth it.

After years of not working Laney gets hired on as the assistant for Dr. Chance Turner. The chemistry between them is electric but their marriages keep them apart until one painful evening Laney has had enough and all she can think of is Chance.

A steamy affair hidden with lies and secrets turns into a love no longer forbidden. A love that loves her for everything she is and sees the beauty beyond the weight. A love that lasts forever.
The way his eyes burn into me, it would be hard for anyone to miss the connection. His wicked grin and his hand placed on my lower back leading me to the dance floor has me feeling relaxed even with a hundred eyes on us. I just don't really care that they are gossiping about the boss and his assistant. Besides, it will give them something to talk about in the cafeteria Monday.

I smile smugly. "So, Dr. Turner, are you worried about what everyone is thinking right now?"

He laughs. "No, I'll go dance with Sierra later and really get their minds going."

I shake my head. "That might make you a male whore, Dr. Turner. Getting a bad reputation and so soon after your separation. Shame. Shame."

"Did you just call me a whore, Mrs. Collins?"

"Yes, I did."

"If we weren't in a room full of hospital employees I would bend you over my knee."

"That sounds really fucking hot, Dr. Turner," I say.

"Damn, my cock just got hard. Are you trying to turn me on?" he teases.

"You better believe it. I'm so fucking horny right now I don't know how much more of being this close I can take," I admit.

"I need to make some rounds and make the proposal speech. Once that is done you can leave. I will be behind you shortly after. Meet me at my car," he playfully orders.

"Will you spank me if I don't?" I joke.

"I'll spank you if you do." Grinning, he lets me go.

- Playlist - 

Dear Diamond- Miranda Lambert
Gun Powder & Lead- Miranda Lambert
One Like That- Gwen Sebastian
Distance- Christiana Perri
Everything I wanna do- Nickelback
I Cross My Heart- George Strait
I’m Slave For You- Britney Spears
I can’t do that anymore- Faith Hill
It Matters To Me- Faith Hill
I feel a sin comin on- Pistol Annies
I see the want to in your eyes- Conway Twitty
Wanted- Hunter Hayes
Let’s don’t call it a night- Casey James
Love the way you lie- Eminem
Stay- Sugarland
Treasure- Bruno Mars
Warrior- Demi Lovato
The way- Ariana Grande
When I look at you- Miley Cyrus
When I was your man- Bruno Mars
You make me wanna- Usher
Hero- Mariah Carey
I honestly love you- Oliva Newton John
Stronger- Kelly Clarkson
Christy Dilg was born, June 19th, 1978. She wrote her first erotic romance in 2013, called “Forbidden Forever.” She works full-time at the local hospital where she lives in Florida. Christy’s hobbies include decorating cakes, and photography. She loves going to concerts, and reading in her spare time.
- Release Date - November 2013 -

When you have a good heart,
You help too much,
You trust too much,
You give too much,
You love too much,
And it always seems,
You hurt the most

How do you become strong enough to leave an abusive husband? How do you get way 
safely? How do you get your self-esteem back? Brennan Michaels, or so her new I.D. states, escapes by train to an unknown small town in Wyoming. She finds the town is not even on any maps but something draws her there. The township befriends her, she finds a job and a place to live, in a Boarding House, not realizing the other tenant is a Hot, Sexy ex-football player and model that is dealing with his own past issues.

Hutchinson Parker or Hutch to those close to him, had a loving wife, who he cherished and was his entire world until she was taken from him by Cancer. His life ceased to exist, his football and modeling didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered until he found a small town in Wyoming and after nine months of grieving he meets a girl named Brennan who takes his breath away. He can tell she is dealing with something bad, something happened to her. Most people who find the small town are running from something. Her skittish behavior and the fading marks on her face means one thing. Someone abused her.

Will she find her way home?
Vicki Green grew up in Overland Park, Kansas and currently resides in Olathe, Kansas. Along with her husband and two teenage boys, she shares her home with her cocker spaniel’s Shadow and Mocha. She has been working full time at the same Company for 35 years. Her life has been filled with the most loving and caring parents, who are both gone now but are still in her heart and mind daily. 

Vicki enjoys reading Romance books which is what inspired her to begin writing this book. She has always admired Author’s dedication and hard work. She had a dream that played out for over a year, came home one day after work and decided to put it on a word document to see how it read and that became ‘My Savior Forever’, the beginning of her Forever Series.

Upcoming signings:

Indie Mashup, Springdale, Arkansas, July 26, 2014
Red Dirt BoCo, Oklahoma City, OK, August 30, 2014
Penned Con 2014, St. Louis, MO, September 12-13, 2014



Title: Maybe This Time

Author: Chantal Fernando

Genre: New Adult

Release Date: October 14, 2013



Moving in with my half-brother Xander, I had no idea what to expect. But nothing could have prepared me for this. My brother’s friends are wild, protective, secretive, always around. And drop dead gorgeous. Out of all of them, there's something about Reid Knox. Brooding, temperamental, guarded… And I want him more than anything I have ever wanted in my life.  
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933897_334070693391649_276626158_n Chantal Fernando is 26, a mother of three beautiful little boys and lives in Western Australia. Chase is her debut novel, followed by Kade, Ryder, James and Maybe This Time. She is currently working on a few other projects.

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Angie Dressen’s goal in life is simple. She wants her son, Oliver, to have the childhood she never had. She remembers coming in second to the never-ending stream of girlfriends her father brought home, and she wants Oliver to know he comes first. Besides, between working full time as a waitress, struggling to finish her degree one class at a time, and raising her son, Angie doesn’t have time for love. Or so she thinks.

Luna Rinaldi is the wild-haired, leather-wearing embodiment of all Angie’s relationship fears. She’s a well-respected tattoo artist with a long list of past lovers and a reputation for leaving in the middle of the night. She’s also kind, thoughtful, and adventurous, with a serious soft spot for Angie and Oliver.

The two enter into a tenuous relationship, one that leaves Luna wanting more and Angie resisting the promise in Luna’s eyes. When they are together, though, Angie wants to believe in love, trust, and the possibility of forever.
The grocery store was definitely a personal hell for Luna. Every time she went in search of something simple, the trip morphed into a major outing. All she wanted was a gallon of chocolate milk and a steak for tonight’s dinner. First was a battle for the only open parking space—which Luna won, but she did have a slight pang of guilt for forcing the other driver to the overflow parking lot. Then the dairy cooler was completely empty. Yes, they explained about the cooler malfunction, and no, it wasn’t anybody’s fault. But damn she had a craving and all the excuses in the world wouldn’t make it go away.

Finally, she saw Angie, like some sort of sexy apparition, standing in the meat department. Should she say hello? Or should she just duck and be done with it?

But Angie looked so good in her faded jeans and worn T-shirt, trying to pick out the perfect roast. Luna resisted as long as she could, then succumbed to the magnetic pull. She strolled as casually as possible to where Angie stood. 

“Hi, Angie.”

Angie smiled briefly, then her eyes hardened. “What are you doing here?” She said it like she owned the store. The attitude simultaneously pissed Luna off and turned her on. She squirmed; moisture and leather were a horrible mix.

“Came in for a steak.” Luna noticed a boy next to Angie and wondered how long he’d been there. Probably the entire time. She was a little single-minded when it came to Angie.

“Hi, you must be Angie’s son.” Unsure how to greet a child, she extended her hand like she would with an adult. He took it with a smile.

“I am. Who are you?”

“Right, sorry. I’m Luna. A friend of your mom’s.” Were they friends? She doubted Angie thought so, but hoped she’d let her get away with saying it.

While she was introducing herself, Tori joined them, her smile much more genuine than Angie’s. She bumped hips with Angie and placed a bottle of red wine in the top of the shopping cart. Luna was jealous of their casual intimacy, but grateful that the gestures held no sexual vibe. They were obviously friends only.

“Luna? What a coincidence.” The way she emphasized coincidence made Luna suspicious. Perez, after all, was responsible for the outing to the grocery store as well as the one to The Cadillac. She pictured Tori and Perez laughing as they plotted to bring Luna and Angie together. She felt manipulated.

“I’m Oliver,” Angie’s son interjected, unwilling to be pushed aside as the adults moved on with the conversation. “I like your tattoo.”

“Thanks.” She’d gotten the angel on her right bicep on the first anniversary of her mother’s death. The grief that everyone told her would lessen had stayed with her, hard and unrelenting in the pit of her stomach. It swarmed up and engulfed her at the least likely moments. The angel she’d chosen in tribute to her mother shocked those who knew Angela Rinaldi. Rather than a soft, flowing design, Luna had chosen a hard-lined relief image. The tattoo lacked angelic details, but conveyed strength and certainty.

“Did it hurt?” Oliver asked with youthful exhuberance, and Luna hoped Angie didn’t blame her for his enthusiasm.

Before she could defer the question, Tori chimed in. “Yeah, did it?”

“A great deal.” The answer surprised Luna, since the actual tattoo had been little more than irritating. The pain behind it had been crippling.

“Oh.” Their simultaneous response made Luna smile. Disappointment looked the same regardless of age.

“It was nice seeing you, Luna.” The look on Angie’s face didn’t agree with her statement. “But we need to get back to our shopping.”

She started to move away and Luna panicked. When would she see Angie again? “Wait.” She placed a hand on Angie’s arm. It was a light touch, but the power of the contact jolted her. “I want to see you again.” Luna cringed. Instead of cool and smooth, her mouth opted for bumbling and forceful. Again.

Angie looked at her far longer than was comfortable and Luna squirmed. Still she couldn’t stop her mouth from charging forward without her brain. Later, when she had a moment to think, she would likely regret her lack of control. Angie left her defenseless, and she wasn’t sure yet if that was a good or a bad thing.

“Let me take you out. I know Saturdays aren’t good, but surely you have a night off. I could take you to dinner or a movie or—” Luna clamped her lips shut, aborting her stream of babble, and waited.

“Oliver, get a loaf of bread,” Angie said, her voice level.


“Now, son.”

“Okay, fine.” Oliver inched his way toward the bakery section.



“Go with Oliver?”

“Not a chance. No way am I missing this. It’s better than daytime television.”

Luna suddenly wished she could accompany Oliver on his quest for baked goods. That would certainly be more fun than whatever Angie had in store for her. The woman did not look happy. Luna squared her mental shoulders and waited.

“What are you doing here, Luna?” The question held a lot more judgment than it did the first time Angie asked it.

“Getting steak, I told you.” Luna smiled, then remembered that her charm didn’t seem to work on Angie. “I came over to say hi when I saw you because I didn’t want to be rude.”

Angie didn’t look convinced. “And what was that? Just then? With the dinner invitation in front of my son. You do not get to bring him into this.”

“I’m sorry. You were leaving and I couldn’t just let you go.”

“Luna, you’re not being fair. I told you, I’m not comfortable with this… this…whatever this is. You have a girlfriend.”

“She’s right, you do.” Tori’s contribution was not helpful. Luna ignored her.

“What do you want, Angie? You want me to break up with Ruby?” As soon as the words left her mouth, Luna felt overwhelmed. The truth in the question left her breathless and lightheaded. The thought of losing what she shared with Ruby was surprisingly easy to accept. But the fact that she was willing to do so for a woman she barely knew, a woman who acted like she didn’t want to know her, was emotionally murky. She wasn’t ready for the very real feelings that fueled her attraction to Angie. Until that very moment, she’d been able to lay it off as lust. Now she had to confront her intentions. She clutched the side of Angie’s cart like it was a life preserver.

Tori squeaked and clapped. Angie’s expression, however, did not change. “Would you?”

“Yes.” The simplicity of the answer furthered Luna’s shock. It also strengthened her resolve. She didn’t know what was happening inside her, but her mother would be disappointed if she didn’t have the courage to find out.

“You don’t even know me.” Angie’s statement, blunt and to the point, made Luna cringe.

“I want to.” God, what was it about Angie that made Luna abandon all reason? She was going along great, then she met Angie and wham! Sharp left on illogical street. All her emotional self-preservation instincts abandoned her at the same time.


“Let me show you.” Luna struggled to control the situation. She’d already laid herself out for Angie, Tori, and every other person shopping in the meat department. She wasn’t about to give Angie an itemized list of why she was attracted to her, not with an audience. Besides, she wasn’t sure she could vocalize her feelings in a concise, easily quantified manner. Emotions were sloppy.Maybe it was the way Angie fidgeted and chewed her lip when she was nervous. Maybe it was the steeled confidence to say what she thought, to ask questions others would leave alone. Maybe the combination of sexy girl-next-door mixed with nurturing lady Madonna. Maybe the shy smile that made Luna want to protect Angie, even as she pushed her away. Maybe it was just Luna’s relentless hormones driving her to chase the girl who said no. Maybe it was all that, along with a million other little things that Luna had yet to discover about Angie.

Angie’s smile was small and a bit uncertain, but Luna felt victorious. She’d finally said the right thing. 

“Now what?”

“A date.” Feeling more confident than she had since she saw Angie across the aisle, Luna expanded on her intentions. “Have a little food, drink a little wine. Get to know one another.” She took ahalf-step closer to Angie.

“Stop there.” Angie took a matching half-step back.

“I’ll stay three paces away from you at all times if that’s what you want.” It would kill her, but she’d do it. “But sometimes it’s good to not think, isn’t it?”

Oliver returned with the loaf of bread. “This the right one, Mom?” At Angie’s nod, he tossed it into the cart. “Are you two done, or are you going to send me to get something else?”

“We’re done.”

Luna didn’t agree, but didn’t want to push her luck. Still, she had to ask one more question. She hesitated. Angie hadn’t reacted well when she asked in front of Oliver before. She had to be careful. 

“When would you like…” She was proud of herself. The desperate clutching she felt in her chest at not cementing the date didn’t make its way into the question. She sounded confident, even if she couldn’t finish.

“I’m off on Monday.”

“Should I call you to confirm?” It required a great deal of tact to ask for a phone number with Angie’s son two steps away. In her club days, she’d simply say, “Hey, babe, can I have your number?”

That wouldn’t work with Angie.

“Sure.” Angie scribbled it on the bottom of her grocery list. Before turning it over, she looked at it, shook her head once, then handed it to Luna. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Me either.” Tori laughed. “But I love it.” She high-fived Luna when she walked by.

Luna tucked the number in the back pocket of her leathers and slapped her hand against Tori’s outstretched one.

She was halfway home before she realized she’d forgotten the steak.
Jove Belle was born and raised against a backdrop of orchards and potato fields. The youngest of four children, she was raised in a conservative, Christian home and began asking why at a very young age, much to the consternation of her mother and grandmother. At the customary age of eighteen, she fled southern Idaho in pursuit of broader minds and fewer traffic jams involving the local livestock. The road didn’t end in Portland, Oregon, but there were many confusing freeway interchanges that a girl 
from the sticks was ill-prepared to deal with. As a result, she has lived in the Portland metro area for over fifteen years and still can’t figure out how she manages to spend so much time in traffic when there’s not a stray sheep or cow in sight.

She lives with her partner of eighteen years. Between them they share three children, two dogs, two cats, two mortgage payments, one sedan, and one requisite dyke pickup truck. One day she hopes to live in a house that doesn’t generate a never ending honey-do list.

Incidentally, she never stopped asking why, but did expand her arsenal of questions to include who, what, when, where and, most important of all, how. In those questions, a story is born.

Rook is chasing her dream—film school and a chance at a life beyond the one she ran from six months ago. But before she can become the girl she wants to be, she must deal with the girl she left behind.

Ronin is also chasing his dream—a family of his own and a life away from erotic modeling. And he too, has a past he’s trying to forget. A past that makes Rook question everything about their life together.

Lies, secrets, and shocking truths will rock the foundation Rook and Ronin have built. Can they put the past behind them and move forward together? Or is this just another too good to be true relationship that will crash and burn in the end?

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JA Huss is a SF and new adult romance junkie, has a love-hate relationship with the bad boys, and likes to write new adult books about people with real problems. She lives with her family on a small acreage farm in Colorado and has two donkeys named Paris and Nicole. Before writing fiction, she authored almost two hundred science workbooks and always has at least three works in progress. Her first new adult romance is called TRAGIC.

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Patients are dying at Washington Memorial Hospital and no one knows why. Nurse 
Chloe Bennett is a dedicated healer. When she finds herself in the middle of yet another Code Blue, she questions the unexplained deaths. Dr. Brad Markson is a world renowned cardiac surgeon who is confident, brilliant, and sinfully sexy. He does not tolerate losing patients. When his patient mysteriously dies, he looks for answers. 

The two uncover secret information and soon find themselves fighting for their lives 
in a fast paced, erotic, adventure that reveals more than who is behind the mysterious deaths. Shy, sweet Chloe is unable to resist gorgeous Dr. Markson with his sultry blue eyes and wickedly sexy smile. She doesn't know though if she’s ready to trust her heart to this desirable bachelor after her traumatic past, and Brad is battling career demons of his own. Can the two learn to trust in each other? Will they live long enough to surrender to a love that will take them to unimaginable heights of passion, or will they fall victim to their fears and lose everything…including their lives?
Lisa Eugene lives on Long Island, NY with her husband and three rambunctious kids. She's been a nurse for over twenty years and is still practicing. Between juggling a full time job and being a soccer mom, she enjoys a good romance.

She awoke with no memory of who she was, but one clue will lead her to him…

Abigail Adams had it all, she's a gorgeous supermodel, has a wealthy fiancé, and a career on the rise. But that quickly changes when she wakes up in the hospital not remembering anything. The only memories she does have are not her own, but of a total stranger.

When Abigail discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she leaves him and runs to the arms of the one man she is hoping will give her the answers she seeks.

Matt Garcia is used to playing the field, keeping his heart guarded, but then Abigail Adams unexpectedly shows up at his door hoping he will be the answer she is looking for. Will he finally learn to take a break from his no strings attached lifestyle and show her that she doesn’t need her past, but the future he is willing to offer her?

With every unspoken memory she regains, will she learn to open up her heart to a total stranger, or will she keep it guarded like he does?
“You currently have 4.3 million dollars in your account at your disposal 
Ms. Adams, why do you ask?” a young gentleman in his early thirties, 
dressed in a suit, looking every bit the bank manager that he is, 
informs me the next morning.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole situation, but I 
do know one thing for sure, I wasn’t letting Bill get another dollar 
anytime soon. 
I’m very sleep deprived, since I didn’t get much of it last night. I 
kept going over everything that had happened. It kept me tossing and 
turning in my bed, my thoughts going back to Matt.
 I look the manager in the eye. “I need two thousand of it in cash 
for myself.” 
Then I hand a small piece of paper with Frank’s requested amount and 
account number over to him. “This amount put into that account 
number.” After he takes the first small paper, I hand him another with 
Matt’s account number. “The rest is to be transferred into this account 
number. Both of which are current accounts here at your facility.” 
 Eyes wide open, he asks, “What do you mean by the rest, 
I had a feeling this would happen and was prepared for it. 
With a strong stern voice, I say emphatically, “I. Mean. All. Of. 
What’s. Left,” indicating just how serious I am. 
With a horrified look on his face, unbelieving what he’s heard, he 
protests, “But, that would mean emptying out your account 
completely, ma’am.” His response is just as shocked, as I’m staring 
him down. 
I have a feeling he’s going to play this game with me all morning 
if I let him.
 “I know. I’m looking at it as a very generous donation to someone
who really needs it. It’s only money,” I say, trying to sound like I don’t 
care. “I’m pretty sure with my fiancé being my manager, there will be 
plenty more to fill it up again soon,” I say with a sarcastic smile on my 
He still looks skeptical, but easily gives up.

“Okay,” he states with an apprehensive look, and tries to hold 
himself together as well as he can. “I’ll get the documentation for you 
to sign, authorizing the transfer.”
He quickly stands up and heads to his office door. Once he’s left 
his office, I dig into my purse for my phone and I shoot off a text to 
I need a favor. A
After a minute, I receive a response.
What’s up? M
I’m going to put some money in your account for safekeeping. A
Why my account? M
I need someone I could trust, is that you? A
He doesn’t respond immediately, and I’m sitting there thinking 
maybe this might be a bad idea after all. But, then I hear the ping of a 
Of course, Pinkie Promise. M
That’s when I blank out and I’m suddenly pulled into another 
memory. I’m sitting on a bed in a little boy’s room and there is a small 
child sitting across from me on the bed. It’s Matt, his eyes are red and 
swollen, like he’s been crying for a while, and he’s looking at me with 
desperation on his face. 
I tell him, “Everything is going to be all right, I’m here now and 
I’m never leaving you.” 
He stares into my eyes and says, “Promise?”
My response to him, without a doubt is, “Pinkie Promise.” Holding
out my pinkie and locking it with his, I hug him with a force promising 
not to let go. 
I hear the ping of my phone again, breaking me from the 
memory, pulling me back to reality. Why is it that I get these memories
like that, randomly? I’m beginning to appreciate when I was dreaming 
them, at least I didn’t spaz out like just did. 
You still there? M
Yes. I’m still here, Pinkie Promise. A
Do you need my bank info? M
No, I already have it. A
How the hell did you get it? M
The same guy who gave me your address. ;-) A

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Gabbie is a Southern California native, who currently lives in Washington with her wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior citizen kitty. When she’s not writing you can find her reading or sneaking off for a run. Some might say it’s a crazy life, but she wouldn’t change anything about it.

Being alive and living are not always the same.  

Trudy Love is used to being on her own and has rarely been shown affection. Between growing up in foster care and her abusive boyfriend she has no idea what life can be. At 19 she goes through something no one should ever experience and is left alone once again. Six months later she moves to Mobile, Alabama where she meets someone whose eyes bring back memories of the one person she misses everyday. Too late she finds herself caught in a storm of emotions that are unwanted, but she's determined to fight them off.

Jaxon Coleman has a good life, and for him to attend one of the finest Med schools in the country and follow in his dad's foot steps is a dream come true. However, dreams can change in life and when he meets Trudy he knows his will never be the same. Jax knows she has secrets she is unwilling to share, but he's never given up on something he wants and he wants Tru.

Can Trudy stop resisting her feelings and welcome the chance to live a different life than she pictured or will her defiance and haunted past eventually take her out of Jax's reach?

After tragedy living is not easy, but with the right person it can be learned.
I finally pull my gaze away and remember that I never thanked him for what he did. 
Geez, he must think I am a real bitch. “Um...” I hesitate. “About what you did today...I 
never said thank you.” I pause and glance back up in his dark coffee colored eyes. 

Thank you,” I say in a whisper.

“You’re welcome,” he whispers back, and I feel like I’m drowning in the deep brown 

All the noise and chaos around me is forgotten as we have another moment like the one from earlier. I feel the flutter in my stomach return and my breathing begins to alter. What is going on?

“Here you go, Tru.” A red cup is pushed into my hands, and I grab hold right before it 
spills and I make a complete fool out of myself. After taking a small sip, I remember why I don’t drink beer. My face twists into a grimace, and Jaxon gives me a cocky grin. There’s no reason to complain because I like his smile. Relief washes over me since I don’t need to feel guilty for liking it either.
My name is Robin and I live in Alabama. I grew up an army brat and traveled a lot until we finally settled down along the Gulf Coast when I was 4. My husband is 9 years younger so I guess that makes me a COUGAR. I have a little girl who is 9 and is blind as well as autistic. 

My life is not boring with them two in it. Believe me. I have always loved creating and I would constantly draw on my walls. I love painting and reading. Writing is something I wanted to do but didn't think I could, until I woke up at three a.m. a few months back and started writing. Life has a way of throwing rocks at you and putting cracks in your soul. Either you can duck and cover or you can make something beautiful from the cracks.

After that, the story took over. Even though some pieces of my life experience are 
within it, it is Tru and Jax’s story now. I have truly fell in love with this story and hope 
you all do too.

Delilah “Lily” Flynn is used to her drab existence. Lily’s been living it for twenty two years. She’s rudely kidnapped from her bedroom.

Nox Taylor is far too high up in his field to be assigned a babysitting job. There’s nothing more he wants than to complete his mission so he can be rid of the smartass tomboy, Lily.

Day after day, Nox watches Lily and her strange ways. She’s unlike any woman he’s ever met. protection…right?

Lily never imagined she’d make her first real friends in captivity. lengths would she go through to keep them?Her boring life is suddenly turned on its head when Or so she thinks.  Getting close to the girl is purely for her own 

(Author note: This is NOT a dark romance.)
1. Currently blind, I push my arms out towards the sound of his voice and they luckily 
connect with his chest, pushing him back about a hairs breadth. My face flushes more from embarrassment than rage. “Goddamn it! Watch where the hell you’re going! This is why I don’t like the blindfold. Blindfolds are used in trust exercises, you moron, and I think it’s clear that I. Don’t. Trust. You!”

I’m shocked when he apologizes. “Sorry. Got distracted.”

This doesn’t placate me. Not one teeny bit. “And you’re meant to be protecting me? What the hell? Jeez, just feed me to the sharks, why don’t you!
Belle Aurora is twenty six years old and was born in the land down under. At an early age she fell in love with reading. Boredom one summer had her scouring the bookshelves at home. She stumbled across Sandra Brown’s Breath of Scandal and fell in love with romance. Growing up in a loud and boisterous family of Croatian descent, she developed a natural love for dramatics and humor. Only some years ago had she discovered a new love. 
Humorous romance novels.

Kristen Ashley and R.L. Mathewson had opened a brand new world where she could lose herself yet feel safe and at home in their stories. Belle has been known to become a screeching banshee while anxiously awaiting their newest titles. Never interested her until recently. Friend-Zoned began to form and in February this year Belle typed the words Chapter One. And she fell in love. With words. With writing.
With a creative imagination she never knew she harbored.  Having been brought Belle never thought she would write. It had