Excerpt & Giveaway! Inside Game by Collette West

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Third baseman Drake Schultz is the undisputed bad boy of the New York Kings. So it's no surprise when Major League Baseball suspends him for taking performance-enhancing drugs. Furious with their superstar, the front office issues an ultimatum: either work with their sober companion or kiss the rest of his quarter-billion-dollar contract goodbye. Cocky and arrogant, Drake resists being saddled with a live-in babysitter—even one he's insanely attracted to.

Drake is Eva Sloane's first celebrity client as a substance abuse counselor, and she knows she's in trouble when he starts tempting her at every turn. The way he looks at her is as hot as sin, but she refuses to become his new drug of choice. Slowly, she helps him realize he has to face the demons from his past and heal his tortured spirit before he can even think about satisfying any craving he has for her. 

"That doesn't make me a good man, Eva. You don't know all the things I've done, the kind of person I really am."

"All I know is the man you are now, and he's someone worth fighting for," she says ardently, latching on to my shirt. "That's why you're here today. To finally say goodbye to that person you once were and to let go of him forever. You're not defined by your past, Drake. Let the choices you make in the future show the world who you really are."

"Life is the sum of all choices, huh?" I quirk up the side of my mouth at her. "But I'm afraid it's a little more complicated than your Cracker Jack philosophy."

"It doesn't have to be," she challenges me. "You could commit to a new path—right here, right now. Tell your mother to go to hell. Be there for Willa and Coco when you get back to New York. Play the game the way it's meant to be played. Rely on your natural talent to carry you through."

"And what about you and me?" I ask.

She drops down off her tiptoes, easing her grip on my shirt. My heart constricts when she slowly backs away from me. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

She pushes her hair away from her face, agitated. "Now is not the time to talk about that." 

"And who gets to decide that? You?" I mock her, wishing she had the courage to deal with me the way she deals with everyone else. "You kissed me in my bed back in Tampa, but I guess that means nothing to you, right? You'll just do whatever it takes to get me to go along with you, another ploy that you pull out of your bag of tricks, sacrificing yourself for the greater good."

Collette West grew up as somewhat of a jock-nerd hybrid. Entering the world three weeks premature, her dad nearly missed her birth because he had seats behind the dugout for a sold-out, highly-anticipated match-up between two of baseball's biggest rivals. Not to be outdone, her book-loving mom taught her how to read by the time she was three. A love of the game coupled with an appreciation for the written word were instilled in Collette's impressionable brain from a young age. No wonder her characters believe in the philosophy: sports + romance = a little slice of heaven. 

Splitting her time between the Pocono Mountains and Manhattan, Collette indulges her inner fangirl by going to as many games as she can from hockey to baseball and downloading every sports romance novel in existence onto her iPad. When she's not clicking away on her laptop, she enjoys walking her dog in Central Park, satisfying her caffeine craving at the Starbucks on Broadway and keeping an eye out for Mr. Right. But above all, she loves dishing with her readers. Email her at collette_west@yahoo.com.

She is the author of NIGHT GAMES, GAME CHANGER and GAME ON.

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Release Day Blitz! Undeniable Love, The London American Brides #3 by Prisca Martin

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Lady Tiffany Kingsley arrives in America, after fleeing from London. She faced scandal when her aunt arranges her to be found in a compromising position. The gentleman she has fled from is a scoundrel of the worst kind and he is determined to bring her back to London. All Lady Amy wishes for is a new start and a new life. 

Michael Rivers has gone years as a single father since his wife’s death. His son has schemed for years to gain a new mother. Michael instantly feels the need to protect Lady Tiffany from the past she fled from but he is not alone. Grayson has been a fatherly figure to Lady Tiffany and will do anything to protect her. 

Will Lady Tiffany allow Michael to protect her? Will she be comfortable with a gent she barely met? Instead, will she wish to take comfort with a gent she trusts? Read Undeniable Love to see where a life in America leads her. 

This is the third novella in The London American Brides Novella Trilogy. The first is Unforgotten Love: Novella One. The second is Unknown Love: Novella Two. Characters from both books can be found as a part of this story. 

This story is estimated at 48K words. It has light sexual context meant for mature readers.

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Prisca is 34 years old and lives in Northern New Mexico with her husband and two young children. She has released her first book Unforgotten Love, Novella One in the London American Brides series. Her London American Brides series is a Historical Romance. 

She writes in multi genres and will be releasing a romantic suspense upon finishing her first series. She inspires to be an author who reaches readers throughout the book world. Her goal as an author is to reach many readers and to give them a story where they can get lost in it while reading her books and enjoy the time spent reading.

She is open and available to all of her readers. She enjoys blogging and helping others. She is one who will never turn away an author, blogger or reader who needs help. Feel free to find her on Facebook under Author Prisca Martin, Twitter @AuthorPrisca and on Amazon.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Sorrow Woods by Beckie Stevenson

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“How did you even get here?” 

I blink at him, confused by his question. “We live here.” 

“You live here, in these woods?” 

When Kaiden stumbles across Serena Scott while hunting in Sorrow Woods he thinks all of his birthdays have come at once. Finally, the girl that’s haunted and intrigued him and his parents for the last fourteen years is standing in front of him. 

And she’s alive. 

Serena should have known that he would shatter her life into a thousand pieces. It wasn't because of the gun, or the tattoos that snaked around his arm, but because he was the first boy that she’d ever set eyes on. 

He wasn’t just any boy either; he was Kaiden Matthews. 

He was dark, dangerous and strangely alluring. 

And he was beautiful. 

Serena’s life as she knows it is destroyed after Kaiden drops his bombshell. As the consequences of his actions begin to penetrate through into her life she vows to stay away from him, and while she might have been in his past, she refuses to be his future. 

Kaiden knows that in order for either of them to salvage anything from the mess he’s made he needs to make sure the secrets of his past stay hidden, but as they start to rebuild their lives they find themselves stuck in a whirlwind of secrets and confessions that could threaten to break their already fragile relationship.

Kaiden

I shake my head. I can’t have her being intrigued. Not now. “Honestly, Mrs. Scott. I’m fine. Just boy stuff.” I look up at her and give her a weak smile.

She wrinkles her face up. “Ah, in that case I’ll leave you to it, unless it’s a problem about a girl. I used to be ones of those, you know. I might be able to help you.”

I laugh. I actually open my mouth and laugh out loud. Angela Scott grins at me and tucks a piece of her short, fine blonde hair behind her ear. For the first time in months, her green eyes are sparkling.

“There is a girl but it’s not what you think.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Oh really?”

I nod. “But it’s complicated.”

Now she frowns. “Is she pregnant, Kaiden?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Good,” she says, “having children causes so much worry.” She sighs heavily and looks at me with that look that I’ve seen many times before.

I freeze. I need to say something. Anything. “How’s the campaign going?” Shit. I should have said anything but that.

She shrugs. “It’s the same as it always is. We run the campaign, we get a few calls, we spend all the money on chasing those calls, but it turns out to be nothing.”

She turns her head and looks out of the window. “I probably would have given up by now,” she says, tapping her chest, “but I can feel that she’s still alive.” She taps her chest again. “In here.”

I nod, even though I don’t know how she feels. “I guess it’s hard.”

“It gets worse. I thought it would get better with time, but each time those photographs come out, it gets harder. The wound in my heart opens up just that little bit more. I imagine all the things she’d be into now. At nearly seventeen, I imagine she’d be a nightmare like every other hormonal teenage girl. But the truth is, I’d have her arguing with me every single day over not having her at all.” Something catches in her throat and when I look at her, I see tears filling her eyes. She sniffs and I look away.

After a few seconds, I take a deep breath and look back at her. “Do you think it would be strange if she just walked back into your life?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t find the question too strange.

She blinks at me. “I would imagine it would be equally wonderful and terrible at the same time. I have no idea what sort of life she’s had. All of these horrible thoughts go through my head every single day. It would probably take a lot of adjustment on her part if she’s been living a completely different life.” She sighs. “Sometimes, I wonder if she even speaks the same language as we do. Can you imagine if she came back to us and we couldn’t even communicate with one another?”

I shake my head, but don’t look at her. I shouldn’t be talking to her about this.

“I never thanked you,” she says, surprising me.

I look up at her and sip the last of my coffee. “Thanked me for what?”

“For helping us over the years. I know you were only little when she was taken and it was your parents that originally ploughed all of their efforts and money into helping us with the campaign, but I know you’ve helped over the last few years. Your Mother told me.”

I swallow, suddenly feeling like there’s a piece of cake stuck in my throat. “You don’t need to thank me,” I whisper.

I didn’t help at all, so God knows what my Mother has been telling her. The worst part about all of this is that I’ve resented the Scotts and how much time my parents have spent at their house and how much they have talked about them and their missing daughter. I hated that they seemed to feel guilty whenever they looked at me. It was as if they felt bad because their child hadn’t been taken.

She takes a deep breath and stands up. “Well, I am. So, thank you.”

She offers me her hand, which I shake.

“See you again soon, Kaiden. I hope you manage to think about whatever it is that you needed to come here and think about.”

I smile. “I think you helped a lot, actually.”

She leaves the café. I stare at her and watch as she crosses the road. Decision made.

I hope she’ll be able to forgive me.

Beckie's real name is Rebecca, but she get’s called (and answers to) any of the following…Beckie, Bek, Becca, Rebecca, Pip, Pippy or Stevo.

Beckie is the author of 'Sorrow Woods,' the 'Existing' series and 'Noah and Me.'

She is due to publish more YA, NA and Adult novels in 2015/16.

She lives in Staffordshire, England, with her partner and two children.

Beckie likes putting music on in the house and dancing around like a mad woman.

When she isn’t playing with her children, doing housework, dancing around the house like a mad woman, walking, cycling, reading or writing, then she can be found working in an investment bank. Or sleeping.

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Book Promo & Giveaway! Ricochet by Keri Lake

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The only sure way to destroy a man is to take what he cannot live without.

Three years ago, I had everything.

A beautiful wife.

A son.

A reason for living.

Until a ruthless task force, assembled under Mayor Michael Culling, with a brutal strategy to make the streets of Detroit ‘safe’, ripped away everything I loved in a deadly hunt called The Culling.

They tried to kill me, too. I wish they had. Now I'm cursed by the memories of that night, and the words I whispered to my dying wife.

A promise—to avenge the wrong and set it right.

I’m no longer Nick Ryder. I’m a masked vigilante. Faceless. Loveless. Fearless. A man with nothing left to lose—one who's seen the dark and violent truth behind the city’s flawless veneer.

Michael Culling doesn’t know who I am. Or what I want. All he knows is that I’ve kidnapped his beautiful wife.

An eye for an eye—isn’t that how the saying goes? And Aubree Culling is the perfect pawn to destroy him.

If she doesn’t destroy me first.

Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. By day, she tries to make use of the degrees she’s earned in science. By night, she writes dark contemporary and paranormal romance. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction on the many occasions when distraction sucks her in to the Land of Shiny Things. 

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Excerpt & Giveaway! Uncommon Valor by Rachel Ravenheart

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“Lil’ Bro,

If you’re reading this, then something obviously happened and I’m not going to be around. I wanted to let you know how much I love you, and you don’t have to tear yourself up over this. I’m the one who chose to enlist, and I believe I’ve served proudly for the last few years. I know this won’t ease your mind any, but I believe I’m probably in a better place now. Please don’t be sad. I died doing what I loved, fighting for my country. I wish I could be there for you when you tell Mom and Dad about you being gay. Just know that I am with you in spirit. Look to Chase for guidance. I know he’ll be the big brother for you I can no longer be. The guys will be a great support for you, and they won’t care that you’re gay. They’re a great group of guys, and they’ll treat you just like I would. They’ll be a support system for you when Dad blows up, and you know he will. Be safe and know I will be watching out for you from the other side.

Love, Sam.”

Uncommon Valor is not just a story of a gay man, it is the fulfilling story of a young man who is on the verge of discovering his true self and he has the perfect prop to do that. He is also about to become a Dad. Will he pull through as a gay man and a Dad? Or will he fall upon the wayside and reject his newborn child, and in so doing, also reject the man of his dreams?

Last weekend with the platoon was great. 

I met a ton of new people, and the guys were really supportive when I told them. I hadn’t heard anything from my Mom, so I wasn’t sure what to think about that, but I’d decided I wasn’t going to worry too much. I was on cloud nine from having spent time with people who didn’t care I was gay and treated me like one of the guys even though I wasn’t a Marine. 

That all came to a halt when I ran into Tina in the dining hall on campus during the week. 

Tina uses her beauty to her advantage. She’s medium height with red hair and green eyes. Whatever she said was right and she was of the opinion that no one could outsmart her. Personally, I tried to stay away from her if I possibly could. 

But, she had a crush on me.

I never got the chance to tell my brother that during a night of drunkenness I had slept with her. There was a part of me that always felt something else had been involved, but I couldn’t prove it. I didn’t even know if we did anything. All I knew was I woke up the next morning in the same bed with her and both of us were naked. It wasn’t something I was proud of, and I honestly hoped I would never see her again. Unfortunately, we were both in law school together, so I knew that wasn’t going to be an option. 

I’d almost completely forgotten about the incident because it had happened at the end of the semester and I had taken the summer off. The new semester had just started, and I had been lucky enough to not see her in any of my classes or around campus.

I was shocked to see her with what I would consider a baby bump, but I didn’t want to make any assumptions. I pretended to not see her, but she saw me.

“Jason! I need to talk to you,” she said, and grasped my elbow from behind.

“What do you want, Tina?” I yanked my arm out of her grasp with a snarl.

“It’s a private matter.”

“We can talk tat my house, but that’s all that’s going to happen.” I turned and walked away, expecting her to follow me to the parking lot. As it turned out, we were parked fairly close to each other, and I motioned for her to follow me as I got into my car.

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We arrived at my house and I was still trying to figure out what she wanted to talk to me about. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like it. 

Inside, she headed for the lounge. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked. When I turned to face her she held her stomach in a protective manner. 

“Water would be nice.”

“Have a seat and I’ll be right back.” I said, placing my bag on the floor by the door.

When I returned, she was standing in front of the bay window looking out over the park. “Here you go.” I held out a bottle of water to her as she turned around.

“Thanks, Jason. I’m sorry to put you out like this, but I needed to talk to you and I didn’t want to do it with people around.” 

“What’s going on? I haven’t seen you since the end of spring semester.” I walked over and took a seat on the couch and waited to hear what she had to say.

“I went home for summer break and some surprising news came up just before I came back to school.” She came over and sat down next to me.

“Spit it out,” I said, frustrated. I just wanted her gone; something about her really irked me.

“The thing is, just before I came back I realized that I had missed my period so I went to the doctor and took a pregnancy test. I’m pregnant.”

“What’s that got to do with me?” It felt like I had been punched in the gut.

“Well, I hadn’t been with anyone for a while before you and I hooked up at the end of the semester.” She licked her lips and wrung her hands.

“We didn’t hook up. I got way too drunk and don’t remember anything until I woke up the next morning with you by my side and naked.”

“Why do you refuse to believe that what we shared was something special?” she whined. “You know you love me, you only need to admit it and we’ll be happy together as a family.”

“It wasn’t special. What do you want from me?” 

“I want you to be a father to our child. I want us to be a family.” She tried to put her hand on my arm. I pulled away.

“We will never be a family. What the HELL were you thinking? Obviously you weren’t; that’s the problem.” I walked over to the bay window and glared out. “If the child is mine I’ll support it and even take custody of him or her, but we will never be together. As soon as the baby is born I’m going to fight for custody and before I commit to anything there needs to be a paternity test, until that time you are nothing more to me than a pregnant woman. Until you have further information, I think this is all we have to talk about.” 

“We’d make good parents together. Why are you refusing to admit that?” she cried.

“I have no doubt that we will be good parents, but we won’t be a couple. I’m gay and will not be in a relationship with any woman. Now, if there’s nothing else, I think that it’s time for you to leave. Let me know when you set up the paternity test and I’ll be there. We’ll talk more after the test results come back.” I opened the front door and waited for her to leave. I was being mean and harsh, but I was pissed about what had happened, mostly at myself because I let myself get wasted at that party. I wished I could remember what happened that night.

She stormed past me and went out to her car mumbling under her breath. Part of me hoped I was the father, but there was a greater part of me that hoped I would have nothing more to do with her.

Rachel Ravenheart is new to the literary world, but has had the desire to write since she was in junior high school. She moved from a small town in Iowa in time to start high school in Louisiana. 

Rachel lost sight of writing as she got bogged down with sports and school. Her dream of being a writer forgotten as she looked to the future to study Political Science with the hope of going to law school when she moved to Texas. 

To make her way in the world she got wrapped up in the field of nursing when she got a job as a C.N.A. and soon even her dream of law school was forgotten. Strangely, thanks to an injury she was at home recuperating and was bored when she remembered her love for writing. Never thinking she would ever get published she began. 

It was writers like Rob Colton, Mann Ramblings, and Alicia Nordwell that inspired her creativity. She found GayAuthors.org and after some encouragement she decided to post her first story. With the enthusiasm of readers her confidence grew and she took the step to send off her first story to be published. It was with great delight when she was offered her first contract. Hopefully, the first of many.

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Excerpt & Giveaway! The Maddening Lord Montwood, The Rakes of Fallow Hall #3 by Vivienne Lorret

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Frances Thorne learned at an early age to rely on herself. Yet, losing her job and her home and watching her father carted off to debtor’s prison all in one day, is too much for her to bear alone. When a generous offer of assistance falls into her lap, she ignores her better instincts and decides to take a chance. The last thing she needs is for the infuriating Lord Lucan Montwood to stand in her way.

The end of the bachelors’ wager is near, and Lucan Montwood can taste victory. Yet, on the precipice of finally gaining freedom from his debts, he’s incensed to learn that the beautiful Frances Thorne has fallen into an insidious trap in the guise of a new position. Lucan can’t deny the way her lips call to him and knows he must risk his own future to ensure her safety.

Convincing her to trust him is the hard part and resisting her is next to impossible. But falling in love with her? That’s far too simple.

Stepping around to view the statue from behind, she could not help but notice that her admiration was not stirred the same way it had been when she’d spied Lucan, fully clothed on a London street or even today at Fallow Hall. Wasn’t this statue supposed to represent the epitome in male grace and beauty?

“You are quite the avid admirer, Miss Thorne.” 

Frances jumped. She spun around so quickly that her taper sputtered and flickered out.

“Careful,” Lucan crooned, his voice emerging from the shadows lingering at the outer edges of the room. “Without a lamp how can your artistic perusal continue?”

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light filtering in through the windows. The sculptures around her seemed to possess their own faint glow, soaking up the moonlight. And then she saw Lucan clearly—the glint of amber in his gaze, the flash of white in his smile, the darkness of his hair and eyebrows that made the shadows appear gray in comparison. 

“What are you doing here?” she asked, still attempting to catch her breath. “I could lose my post if you are caught.”

“As I said before, I’m too familiar with dark places to be discovered.” He drew closer, never looking away from her. “Besides, I told you I would come.”

Seven insignificant words and yet her pulse raced in her throat. Silly as it was, knowing that he’d come solely because he’d said he would touched on a tender wound that she’d carried with her for a long while.

“You needn’t have bothered,” she said, though her tone lacked any bite. 

Lucan’s grin broadened, as if he’d noticed. “You’re glad that I’m here.”

“Nonsense.” She gave him her most condescending glare. 

Unfortunately, it had no effect on him. He moved closer. Ignoring the sudden leap in her pulse and the warm tremor that coursed through her, she held her ground. 

Reaching out, he slid her spectacles up the bridge of her nose. “There. Try it again. I might believe you this time.”

USA Today bestselling author VIVIENNE LORRET loves romance novels, her pink laptop, her husband, and her two sons (not necessarily in that order ... but there are days). Transforming copious amounts of tea into words, she is proud to be an Avon Impulse author of works including: “Tempting Mr. Weatherstone”, The Wallflower Wedding Series, and the Rakes of Fallow Hall series.

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