Book: Look After Me
Series: Look After You #2
Author: Elena Matthews
Genre: New Adult/Dark Contemporary Romance
Cover Designed by: Okay Creations
Hosted by:Francessca’s Romance Reviews
Synopsis:
The moment Sebastian Gilbert watches his fiancée declare her undying love to another man, his entire life changes.
Forever.
Unable to cope with the loss of his fiancée, his job… his life, he turns to the one thing that will help ease the pain.
Cocaine.
Seven long months later…
Sebastian has checked out of rehab, but after three months locked behind those doors, away from the outside world, he’s struggling to adapt to his new life. His thoughts are clouded with anger… bitterness…
Cravings.
When he reaches out to his drug counselor from rehab, his one and only lifeline, he begins to find hope.
Addison Scott is sweet, smart, and understands him in a way that no one else does. As she helps Sebastian rebuild his life, their friendship grows.
But lines become blurred…
Sebastian’s broken heart is slowly mending, but will letting Addison in shatter it once more?
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Title: If Author: N.G. Jones Genre: New Adult Release Date: March 16, 2015 Synopsis If… Someone hadn't scarred my face. I hadn’t followed my dreams to LA. That tweaker hadn't attacked that homeless guy. I hadn't invited a stranger over for Thanksgiving. I hadn’t fallen in love. If I hadn’t lost him. ------ If… I hadn’t gone for that drive. I saw the world like everyone else. My “genius” wasn’t slowly destroying me. I had just walked away before I could ever know her. She hadn’t ignited the spark. If the spark didn’t ignite the madness.Buy The Book Excerpt Her cries looked like shards of glass, a sour flavor assaulted my taste buds, my fingertips felt like they were being pricked with needles. They would not snuff her light, they would not dull her laughter. She was the only thing in this world that connected me to my old self. Suddenly I cared again, if only for that moment. Those sick fucks would not hurt her. My numbness was mangled from the inside with a fury that detonated like a bomb. I didn’t even feel the knife as it dug into my flesh. That girl, for some reason, I couldn’t shut it off with her. I saw her just as vividly as I used to see everything. She made me want to create again. That was dangerous. Far more dangerous than anything these stupid muggers could have done. I had to keep the desire at bay or else I would lose control. Because my art destroys the people I care about. It turns me into a monster. Up until that point, the redheaded girl who shined like a beacon in the mist was an empty threat. There was an invisible barrier, where girls like her didn’t see guys who lurked in alleyways. I was safe from her ability to break through to the parts of my brain that had been made dormant through copious amounts of medication. Yet, somehow, there she was, seeing me. Glimmering in the dark alleyway like some sort of guardian angel that I didn’t want. I tried so hard not to exist, but she was forcing me to. She was forcing me to partake in life. I wanted to die, but she forced me to live. And I wasn’t happy about it.About The Author Nina G. Jones is the author of the bestselling novel DEBT, the Strapped Series and the erotic romance, Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel. She wants to say something clever here, but all her good material goes into her characters. Nina currently resides in Milwaukee, WI with her husband and two crazy Boxers. Her first new adult romance, If, releases on March 16th, 2015 under the moniker N.G. Jones. Nina LOVES connecting with readers. You can connect with her via Facebook, Twitter, or email her through her website, NinaGJones.com. Giveaway Damaged In-Law by Colleen Masters
Release date: 17th March, 2015 BLURB After high school I left my family and the world I grew up in, vowing never to return to such a fucked up place…but I also left behind him… Jackson Cole—he was my childhood crush, the most popular guy in school, and the heir to a billion dollar estate. He also happens to be a devilishly handsome movie star, a cocky, chauvinist prick…and my identical twin sister’s fiancé. When I get the devastating call that my sister Avery has died suddenly from a drug overdose, I have to go back home and face the people who’ve caused me so much pain—my parents, neighbors, family friends…Jackson. When I see him again it’s like no time has passed. It’s sickening to think that after all these years, after all that’s happened, he still has so much power over me. I try to deny my feelings, to tell myself that I hate him…after all, what kind of monster crushes on her dead sister’s fiancé? Then he lays a bombshell on me: He and Avery were in the middle of filming a new movie, his magnum opus, and he wants me to pick up where she left off. The role comes with a million-dollar salary. I’ll play his co-lead, his romantic love interest…sex scenes and all. But Jackson leaves out one little detail… …Filming starts this week. Title: If Author: N.G. Jones Genre: New Adult Release Date: March 16, 2015 Synopsis If… Someone hadn't scarred my face. I hadn’t followed my dreams to LA. That tweaker hadn't attacked that homeless guy. I hadn't invited a stranger over for Thanksgiving. I hadn’t fallen in love. If I hadn’t lost him. ------ If… I hadn’t gone for that drive. I saw the world like everyone else. My “genius” wasn’t slowly destroying me. I had just walked away before I could ever know her. She hadn’t ignited the spark. If the spark didn’t ignite the madness.Buy The Book Excerpt I ran my fingers down the cotton of her tank, over the slope of her backside, and we were intertwined. I felt myself melting into her, our colors swirling in dazzling circles, like paint flowing onto a spinning turntable. I needed to stop this, but the waves of heat that were gentle before overtook me like a raging river, pulling me closer to her. She was so soft, everything about her was velvety and smooth, and it made my kisses harsher. I traveled down the curve of her delicate neck to the space just behind her ear and took in her scent, a hint of soap with a kiss of the flower that only I could smell. I pressed my lips against the secret nook, and she let out a moan, a sound I had never heard from her, and so I saw something new in her voice: a little burst of gold and violet that exploded and disappeared like a firework. You have to stop, Ash. God I didn’t want to. I wanted more than anything to take this all the way, to experience every inch of her smooth skin, see all the different shades and shapes of her moans, and taste the rest of her body, but I had rules. I made these rules for myself years ago, and there was a reason for these rules. Memories of death flashed before me, and the heat that was running through me turned so cold, my teeth almost chattered. The taste of her kisses was overtaken by that of sour milk. Lavender was overtaken by gasoline. I had to make myself remember. I had to find a way to fight this rushing tide. Fucking stop, Ash! Finally my rational thoughts screamed loud enough to be listened to, and I pulled away. She looked at me for a few seconds, her stare blank, her lips slightly parted. I understood her confusion. Just seconds ago I could have devoured her, but I couldn’t let the switch flip. Now I was afraid it was too late. I had to leave.About The Author Nina G. Jones is the author of the bestselling novel DEBT, the Strapped Series and the erotic romance, Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel. She wants to say something clever here, but all her good material goes into her characters. Nina currently resides in Milwaukee, WI with her husband and two crazy Boxers. Her first new adult romance, If, releases on March 16th, 2015 under the moniker N.G. Jones. Nina LOVES connecting with readers. You can connect with her via Facebook, Twitter, or email her through her website, NinaGJones.com. Giveaway Ship of Dreams Dreams Come True # 2 By: Rebecca Heflin Released February 11, 2015 Soul Mate Publishing, LLC Goodreads BLURB Advertising Diva, Laura Armstrong is after Imperial Cruise Lines, the biggest account of her career and the one that will lead to the next step in her Life Plan of becoming one of the most powerful women in advertising. That winning the account will also prove her father wrong is a bonus. Sexy Southern Gentleman, Nathan Maxwell, is after that very same account, but for completely different reasons. Landing the account means a sizeable bonus just in time to save his family’s farm, and the only stable home his sister’s ever known, from foreclosure. When the two end up on the same ship in the middle of the Mediterranean for a clandestine reconnaissance mission, Mt. Vesuvius isn’t the only thing that could erupt. Will Nathan sink her ship of dreams before it ever leaves port, or will the way to love be smooth sailing? ***Buy Links*** Amazon US EXCERPT Laura Armstrong strode toward the building housing the New York offices of Imperial Cruise Lines. Her stiletto heels clicked a staccato on the sidewalk as she tested the limits of her snug pencil skirt. Tapping out a message on her smart phone, her mind five steps ahead, she nearly took a header when the heel of her shoe plunged into a sidewalk seam. The text message all but forgotten, she twisted and turned, unable to dislodge the stubborn heel. Risking a tear in the cherry red patent leather of her sky-high Louboutin ankle-straps – the ones with the plunging vamp revealing her sexy toe cleavage – wasn't an option. But between the ankle strap and her figure-hugging skirt, she couldn't slip out of the shoe, nor could bend over and unfasten it either. Perfect. She'd be late for her meeting with Imperial's CEO. Daddy Dearest thought Giddings-Rose couldn't handle an account the size of Imperial. Check that. He thought she couldn't win an account the size of Imperial. Determined to prove her father wrong, she'd get the account and the corner office. That is if she could pry her heel out of the sidewalk. Bustling New Yorkers in suits and skirts just stepped around her, dodging her like an out-of-place trashcan. “Well, sh–” “Hold still, Sugar, or you'll break the heel.” The masculine voice called to mind the mellow sweetness of the fine Kentucky Bourbon she'd once sipped at the Derby. Rich and mellifluous, with a hint of Southern graciousness. Even so, there was no denying the authoritative tone. “And that would be a damn shame.” The hand that wrapped around her ankle from behind was broad and masculine, but well-manicured, topped with an elegant Cartier watch. Not her type. She preferred her men with a little more grit than polish. So why did tantalizing warmth spread up her leg? With adept fingers, he unbuckled the ankle strap and lifted her foot from the still-lodged shoe. Having no other choice to avoid either resting her bare foot on the filthy Manhattan sidewalk or the humiliation of falling on her face, she reached back and grabbed his shoulder. Hmm. No padding there. Nothing but muscle beneath that expensive tropical weight wool suit. She caught a glimpse of charcoal gray fabric, dark hair, and Italian shoes in rich mahogany leather. But she'd yet to lay eyes on her rescuer's face. Nathan Maxwell took advantage of the up-close and personal view. Trim ankles met shapely, muscular calves, and judging from the fit of her skirt, a firm derriere topped off those swimsuit-model legs. Beneath his touch, soft skin beckoned further exploration. Long honey-blond hair hung almost to her waist in a sleek ponytail. The fragrance of her haute couture perfume drifted over him, reminding him of magnolia-scented summer nights. Focusing on the task at hand, he gently pried the heel from the sidewalk seam and examined it. “No harm done.” He grasped her ankle and settled her foot back into the shoe and fastened the strap, but not before noticing the firecracker red nail polish. He laughed. “Here you go Cinderella.” The warmth of his laugh slid over her, knocking her a little off balance even though she'd placed her foot firmly back on the ground. “Thank you, uh . . .” She turned and looked up into golden brown eyes the color of that same sweet Kentucky Bourbon. “Nathan, Nathan Maxwell. My pleasure, ma'am.” He flashed a devastating grin, igniting gilded sparks in his eyes. There was that Southern drawl again – subtle, like the peach undertones of a fine Pinot Gris. “You're not from around here, are you?” “My accent give me away?” Her sardonic smile weakened Nathan's knees more than any toothy grin ever did. “No, your courtesy.” Nathan chuckled. “My grandmother would have expected nothing less.” Her eyes, cool blue like the May sky overhead, captured his and held. No shrinking violet, this one, he mused. A full, determined mouth painted to match the red of her toenails set off an arresting face with high cheekbones, a stubborn chin, and aquiline nose. “Well, thank you, Nathan.” Maybe she should add suave polished men with a hint of Rhett Butler to her menu, Laura thought. Her phone, all but forgotten in her hand, buzzed. “I, uh, I've got to go. Thanks again, Nathan Maxwell.” Something about the way his name rolled off her tongue. She answered the phone as she walked away, “This is Laura.” Nathan watched as she strode down the sidewalk, hips swaying to some inherent rhythm. “Come on, Laura, glance back.” She turned and gave him what he wanted, another look at that bold, beautiful face. “It's going to be a great day.” Glancing at his watch, satisfied with the outcome of the errand that brought him to this part of Manhattan in the first place, he hailed a cab back to his office. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Rebecca Heflin is an award-winning author who has dreamed of writing romantic fiction since she was fifteen and her older sister snuck a copy of Kathleen Woodiwiss' Shanna to her and told her to read it. Rebecca writes women's fiction and contemporary romance. When not passionately pursuing her dream, Rebecca is busy with her day-job as a practicing attorney. Rebecca is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Florida Romance Writers, RWA Contemporary Romance, and Florida Writers Association. She and her mountain-climbing husband live at sea level in sunny Florida. Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads Title: Reckless Abandon (Condemned Angels MC #3) Author: Heather Leigh Genre: MC Romance Release Date: March 14, 2015 Synopsis **This is book 3 of the Condemned Angels MC Series*** When Nicole was faced with the recent turn of events, she learned of three siblings, which were all member of the Devils MC. She waged herself to her brother, Jax- the President of the Devils, in return for Jeremy and the Condemned Angels MC’s safety. Little did she realize that Jeremy claimed her has his Old Lady, and he was determined to get Nicole back. In their rescue mission, the rivals, Devils MC, takes Jeremy and Hunter hostage. However, Hunter comes to find his past surfacing. Eva, legally still his wife, was now Jax’s Old Lady. The deep secret that Eva holds is the one thing that separated Hunter and her years ago. Her secret past could get her killed if Jax ever found out. Will Hunter use her secret to kill two birds with one stone? Will Jeremy make it out of Idaho alive and with Nicole, or will he and his MC fall before the Devils. Fall in-love with Hunter and Eva’s story while Jeremy fights for what he loves most. Who will make it out alive?Buy The Book Excerpt Eva “Baby,” I barely got out as I saw the first tear escape his eye. My legs went out from underneath me; Hunter resumed his position as my body fell to the ground. He straddled my torso, bent on his knees above me, strangling the life out of me. He quickly glanced down at my hands, spotting my wedding ring, and a sob broke through his gritted teeth, and his hands suddenly dropped to the ground. Thank you, Jesus! I gulped air into my now burning lungs, which put me in a coughing fit. As soon as I made eye contact with Hunter, I cupped his head that was now bowed down, resting on my chest. Slowly, I pulled his heavy head up. Hunter’s face was now full of pain; teardrops fell from his dimpled cheeks, and onto my chest. “I can’t…I fuckin’ love you too damn much to kill you.” His confession stilled my heart. I didn’t know what to say; all that was left was to do. Gently wiping away the sweat and tears from his face with the bottom of my tank top, I sat up on kitchen floor. Hunter sat back on his haunches, his shoulders rolled forward; the look of defeat was the very definition of how he looked. I knelt up onto my knees in front of him, our kneecaps touching. I was in love with the man who almost just killed me by asphyxiation. I’m fucking fucked. I know the alcohol played a part in his emotional display, but I’d never seen him like this. Broken. I stroked back his hair, and pulled him up to face me; Hunter now straightened up onto his knees, my head had to tip back so that I could see the man I loved. My eyes roamed his face, first his eyes, then his lips. Hunter was doing the same to me; the tension between us could have been cut with a knife. “Then don’t…” I trailed off as Hunter’s lips came crashing down onto mine. I pressed my body flush with his. As he groaned I opened my mouth, welcoming him into me. Hunter’s large hands trailed down my back, and cupped my ass. Eager, he lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around his waist. As Hunter held onto me, he pushed off the ground one leg at a time, with me latched onto the front of his body. Stumbling in the hallway, Hunter bumped my back into the wall as he stumbled over fallen picture frames. I tore my mouth away from his as I leaned back and ripped my tank and sports bra over my head.About The Author Heather Leigh is the author of Burning Desire and Ride Hard, the first two books in the Condemned Angels MC Series. In recent years, she has been a complete and utter book smut. Writing for personal pleasure is how it all started for her. Taking the road down self-publishing has opened her eyes to a new world. Ruined by dark romances, Heather is living her dream to share her stories with the world. Heather would love to hear from you. You can contact her via...Email |Facebook | Goodreads| Twitter Condemned Angel's MC Series Burning Desire (Condemned Angels MC #1) Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC #2) Giveaway ABOUT THE AUTHOR
River Savage is the author of the soon to be released, Knights Rebels MC Series. The first book Incandescent, will be released early August 2014. An avid reader of romance and erotic novels, her love for books and reading fuelled her passion for writing. Reading no longer sated her addiction so she started writing in secret. She never imagined that her dream of publishing a novel would ever be achievable. With a soft spot for an alpha male and a snarky sassy woman, Kadence and Nix were born. Social Links: Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads Books by River She, Part 2 by Annabel Fanning Cover Reveal March 15, 2015 Synopsis: “Are you ready?” he asks. He holds out his hand and I take it without hesitation. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” Gemima and Logan are crazy about each other. In She Part 1 they fell in love. What comes after love? Well, they’re back in Paris, and they have a lot to look forward to! Logan’s birthday…Meeting the parents…Gemima’s promotion…And a night that will change their lives forever. She Part 2 is an erotic tale about being in love. Combining romance, humour, and sex, this smart-talking duo will leave you saying, “Oh mon dieu!” Excerpt 1: Excerpt 1 (unedited & subject to change) My afternoon is slower than my morning. A fault in the IT department means that the internet is down, making the online research that I wanted to do for my two new projects impossible. I delight in hearing my phone ring an hour before leaving time. Please be someone that’ll talk my ear off for the next hour, I beg, as I answer in my usual receptionist-style. My wish is granted: it’s Logan! “Look up,” his voice purrs. I do, expectantly, and I’m not left disappointed. He’s standing the doorway between reception and the large room in which my cubicle sits. He is simply perfection. Automatically I stand as he walks over to my desk. “What are you doing here?” I ask, feeling giddy by the surprise. He bows his head as his lips brush softly against mine. “We’ve got a meeting,” he smiles at me. “No, we don’t,” I stammer. Do we? “Yes,” Logan insists, “look, it’s right here…” He retrieves a pen from my desk tidy and proceeds to write in my work diary under Monday, March 3rd: Meeting with Logan Leary at 4.30PM ♡ “You are good at drawing love hearts,” I tease him. Laughing, he says, “There’s not much to it, baby.” Then he takes my hand and (no doubt having been in one before during previous business meetings with Amelie) he leads the way to one of the meeting rooms, aptly choosing the one room whose blinds are down. Butterflies fill my tummy as he pulls me inside and changes the sign on the door from Vacant to Meeting in Progress: Do Not Disturb. He shuts the door and then turns to look at me, his eyes filled with longing. I try to ignore the feelings that have abruptly risen in me; such amorous emotions are not welcome at my place of work. I try to be cool and casual as I say, “So, this meeting…what did you want to discuss?” “Your many curvatures,” he says. My eyes widen, and I can’t keep the smile from my face. “Oh? Those?” “Yes, I’ve been thinking about them all day,” he tells me. “What about them in particular were you pondering?” I ask, twirling around and showing off my curvatures. “Well…” he smiles. I hold up a hand to stop. “Damn, I’ve forgotten my pen; I can’t take notes,” I sigh. I walk over to him, a smile playing on my lips, and slip my hand into the hidden breast pocket of his jacket where I know he keeps his phone. I pull it out, and ask, “You don’t mind if I take notes on here, do you?” “I could have just handed it to you,” he points out, grinning. “I prefer getting it myself,” I say honestly. I call up Siri and command her to start taking notes. “Now, Mr. Leary, my many curvatures…what about them?” I ask, the phone held high in my hand, taking note of our conversation. “Well,” he begins again, “since you are so good at your job I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of less is more. I really do believe that in the case of your curvatures, the less fabric there is covering them, the better.” Oh, Logan! “I see,” I nod. Don’t swoon, Gemima. Not yet! “Uh, just so I can fully grasp your meaning perhaps you could give me,” I pluck a number from thin air, “three examples?” Logan smiles at me, enjoying our play with words. But before he feels able to touch me, here at my place of work, his eyes dart to the four corners of the room and he asks me cautiously, “Are there security cameras in here?” His words hold so much hidden promise! “I don’t know,” I say, my mouth suddenly dry. What’s he going to do to me? Whatever it is, I can hardly wait! “I don’t think so, but if there are you can bet Amelie will be knocking on the door momentarily.” We wait a few seconds; there’s no knock. Logan’s smile returns. “Three examples?” he checks, and I nod again. “Alright, let's begin here…” His hand rests on my left hip and runs south over my thigh. “And here…” He does the same thing on my right side. “And here…” He takes a step towards me so that we’re flush against each other, and then runs both hands from the small of my back down, over my backside. His hands glide smoothly over the fabric of my skirt, his touch turning me on. As he speaks and strokes me our eyes pour into one another’s, our lips only inches apart. We wait another few seconds; still no one interrupts us. “That’s three,” I say breathlessly. “No, no,” he chuckles. “They count as one.” Oh? I grin at him and raise an eyebrow. “Two more then,” I permit. “Very good, Samuels,” he says. ”These count as one as well,” he tells me, his hands skimming over my breasts. “And these…” His hands trail along my collar bone, over my shoulders and down my upper arms. “And then there’s here…” This time he uses his lips to kiss the curve in my neck. “That’s already uncovered,” I point out. Uh, shut up, Gem! “So it is,” Logan murmurs, kissing my neck again, more fervidly. “And this curve…” He kisses my cheek. “And this one…” My nose. “And here…” My eyelid. All uncovered also, I don’t say. “And, of course,” he smiles against my lips, “these curves…” He kisses my lips, and I’m undone. I throw my arms around his neck and cradle his head, kissing him with gusto. A moan escapes me as our tongues crash forcefully against one another. He’s come here, to my work, and seduced me entirely. Mmm, he tastes so delicious, his passion and fervour for me evident in the way he holds and kisses me. This definitely beats actually working! “Before you distract me completely,” Logan breathes, sounding as flustered as I suddenly feel, “I feel I should add that there is one more curvature that I happened to know from previous experience that I cannot access when this sexy skirt of yours is on.” “Curvatures uncovered. I understand,” I tell him. “You’ve made your point. You’ve made it very well, Mr. Leary.” I look down at Logan’s phone and tell it to stop taking notes: it’s heard quite enough! “What would you like me to do with the notes?” his phone asks me. My eyes grow wide. Technology talking back to me is still so weird! “Send them to my mother,” Logan jokes. “Sending to your mother,” the phone says in a monotonous tone. I blanch. Shit! Excerpt 2: Excerpt 2 (unedited & subject to change) His lips find mine and he crushes my tongue with his own, and I’m drowning in pleasure. I’m actually drowning; there is nowhere I can escape the satisfaction that’s building in me, no way to stem it. He’s got me pinned down, forcing me to accept every beautiful, incredible, indescribable feeling. And I love it! I love being pinned under him, feeling his weight on me! He runs a hand down one of my legs and pulls it up under the knee, changing the angle that he enters me and then he thrusts deeply. Holy fuck! Right there! “Logan,” I cry into his mouth. Yes, yes, yes! Releasing my hold of him I reach up and grab the headboard. Ah! He takes me at this new angle and my drowning continues. I’m pummelled by wave after wave of ecstasy, building up to something deep and powerful. “Baby, you are amazing,” he says, as we stare deep into one another’s eyes. Our gaze is unfocused, but still I see him; he’s close, as am I. Logan pushes my leg higher and I whimper in rapture. So close! So fucking good! Logan’s body tenses over mine and I feel my legs stiffen. Inside I feel that phenomenal sensation of me tightening around him and with one more thrust, we come together, both of our bodies shaking violently and both us uttering an incoherent stream of nonsense. Holy hell, that was amazing! I release my tight grip of the headboard and let my whole body relax. Logan rests heavily on top of me, his breathing rapid and his penis pulsating deep inside of me. “Definitely the best night of my life,” he mutters against my skin, his voice somewhat muted. Then he pulls out of me and rolls on to his back, his hands tucked behind his head. Sensing his eyes on me, I turn to look at him and find the biggest, most adorable smile plastered across his face. I burst into laughter, covering my face with my hands, thinking: I can’t believe Logan Leary is real! About the Author: I'm sort of international in terms of my parents' mixed-nationalities and where I've lived, but I think of myself as British. I spent my childhood in an idyllic Scottish country town. Now I live in Perth, Western Australia. The idea for SHE came to me at the beginning of this year. I was working on a website as a freelance editor and I saw several posts about writers required for short erotic stories. My curiosity was sparked!! I wrote the first two pages of SHE and something clicked within me. I knew I wanted to (had to) keep writing it and a plot formed in my mind soon after. Because this was my first piece of erotic writing I had anticipated that SHE would be a short story, but once these characters got going they could not keep their hands off of each other Very soon I surpassed the 100k mark and I had so much I still wanted to write, and so decided to cut SHE in Parts 1 & 2. Where to find Annabel Fanning: www.facebook.com/annabelfanningauthor www.pinterest.com/AnnabelFanning www.goodreads.com/author/show/9806626.Annabel_Fanning www.twitter.com/annabelfanning www.tsu.co/annabelfanning The Cover: To celebrate the awesome cover reveal of She Part 2 by Annabel Fanning, She Part 1 is one #sale!! Fall in love with Logan and Gemima before Part 2 is released on May 2nd. 1-click now for $1.99, sale ending soon!! Be quick!! Kindle US: http://amzn.to/1rjxDqN Kindle UK: http://amzn.to/1wlhtDw Kindle CA: http://amzn.to/1smWJa7 Kindle AU: http://bit.ly/1ofqn4w ABOUT THE AUTHOR
M.S. Willis is a romance novelist whose debut novel, Control, was released in 2013. Although currently writing in the romance genre, Willis has plans to expand her literary pursuits into multiple genres and has no fear conquering difficult subject matters in her writing. Willis is a native Floridian who is also a photographer and musician. When not absorbing herself in written, visual or musical expression, Willis is an adrenaline junkie, a 'closet' video game enthusiast, and an avid outdoors person and nature lover. Social Media: Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads Books by Willis |
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