Series: Broken Trilogy #2
Author: J.L. Drake
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 12, 2015
After witnessing the murder of her lover and the heartbreaking loss of their unborn child, Savannah wants to end it all.
Then she is given a second chance at love.
Sadly, even when life hands you second chances it doesnât always follow that things will work out the way you want them to.
Some lies can just be too painful to move on from.
Whatâs worse than being Broken?
Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children.
When she's not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing.
An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue.
She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.
Title: Baby Daddy
Author: Nelle LâAmour
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Standalone Full Length Novel
Release Date: May 15, 2017
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I have three cardinal rules:
Never mix business with pleasure
Never let a woman spend the night.
Never date a woman with kids.
Kids freak me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. Godâs gift to women. Aka Donor 5262. It was a piece of cake and fifteen hundred dollars a month for my deposits (in sperm bank speak) came in handy. Wank, bank, and go. I just didnât think about the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy and Iâm going to get hit up for child support. Big time.
Now, my father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor whoâs looking to acquire his animation company doesnât want a player running a family-oriented business. Just in time, she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the hot as sin brunette with her killer curves and those chocolate brown eyes stepped foot in my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except sheâs totally off limits. And thereâs someone else she loves with all her heart and soul that I canât replace.
Can my temp become my forever before my past catches up with me? Iâm willing to break all the rules.
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With Tyson skating on her own close to the railing and Drake by her side, the twosome skated over to me.
âMommy, skating is SO much fun! You should try it!â
âSheâs right,â Drake chimed in.
âIâm afraid Iâll fall.â
âBut, Mommy, you have a big butt so it wonât hurt.â
Mortification raced through me. I felt myself turning as red as a beet. Kids say the darndest things, right? Wrong! My sassy almost six-year-old had no filter.
Drake broke out into hysterical laughter.
I clenched my fists. I wanted to punch him. âItâs not funny.â
âDee, you have a great butt. Now, get your ass on the ice.â
âCâmon, Mommy,â Ty pleaded. âPlease, pretty please with a cherry on top.â
Drakeâs laughter let up. âMighty, why donât you take a spin around the rink? Youâre ready to skate all by yourself. Stay close to the railing and hold on to it if you have to.â
âYay!â On my next breath, she took off. My breath caught in my throat, but she seemed to be managing just fine.
Drake stayed behind. All that separated us was the waist-high railing. He leaned into me. His sparkling blue eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and mischief while his warm breath heated my cheeks. His hands tugged playfully at the ends of my wool plaid scarf.
âArenât you going to skate with Tyson?â
He glanced in her direction. She was already halfway around the rink. âSheâs doing just fine by herself. Sheâs a total natural. She reminds me of myself at that age. I took, like her, to the ice like a penguin.â
âBut what if she falls?â
He shrugged. âSheâll get up.â He tugged again at my scarf. âCâmon, Dee, get your big beautiful butt on the ice.â
âThat does it.â
My eyes stayed on him as he skated with amazing grace and speed to the entrance of the rink, stormed off the ice, and marched my way. In a single swoop, he hauled me over his shoulders.
âWhat the hell are you doing, Drake?â
âGetting you on the ice,â he responded, marching back to the entrance, one hand gripping me right below my ass.
âPut me down!â I began to kick my feet in protest.
âBehave! And stop kicking. Skate blades are sharp and can be very dangerous. I donât want you to cut off my dick. Iâd like to keep it intact. And the same with my balls.â
Rage filled every bone in my body. The asshole! Heâd made me his captive like some kind of caveman. âStop,â I shrieked at the top of my lungs as he marched us back on the ice and then raced around the rink at breakneck speed. We quickly caught up with Tyson.
âHi, Mommy!â she yelled out as we flew by. I could hear her giggling as the whooshing sound of Drakeâs skates sung in my ears.
Speeding around the ice, draped over Drakeâs shoulder, I was getting dizzy. My arms hung loose like a ragdollâs within groping distance of his perfect buns of steel. Blood rushed to my head. Iâd had enough.
âPut me down!â I breathed out.
âAre you ready to stop acting like a brat?â
âI am not a brat!â
Without warning, he swatted my ass with his free hand. The slap stung straight through my thick leggings, but the incendiary sting strangely turned me on. A barrage of tingles blazed through me, clustering between my inner thighs.
âPut me down,â I yelled again.
He didnât say a thing. Coming to a braking halt that left a skid mark on the ice, he set me on my feet. Standing behind me, he kept his hands anchored on my waist to keep me balanced. I stood as frozen as the ice, hoping heâd never let me go. Partly because I was nervous as shit. And mostly because it felt so good to have his hands touching me. The sparks coursing through my body were definitely not going to help with skating.
âOkay, Iâm going to teach you how to skate. Trust me, youâre going to be the next Dorothy Hamill.â
I couldnât help a nervous laugh. âI. Donât. Think. So.â
He laughed his sexy laugh. âThink again.â
âSeriously, Drake, I donât think I can do this.â
âCome on. If your five-year-old daughter can, so can you.â
My eyes darted to Tyson, who was circling around the rink. Her strokes were a little awkward, but she was definitely skating. And doing it well.
âTyson is fearless,â I countered.
âWhat are you afraid of?â he breathed into my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine.
âOf falling.â Of falling for you.
âYou wonât. Iâve got you. Now push off with one foot and then the other.â
Trembling, I did what he asked. My legs wobbled, but I moved three feet forward. A small victory on the slippery ice.
âNice. Now do it again. But this time push from your hips, not your knees.â
âOkay,â I stammered. I did as he asked and noticed how much steadier and more powerful my strokes were. Still holding me firmly, he asked me to repeat the movements and I did so several more times. Iâd probably skated a total of twenty feet.
âYouâre doing great!â He let go of me with one hand.
Gah! Donât let go of me.
And then he tugged at my ponytail before repositioning himself so that we were side by side. He laced his fingers with mine. My heart pounding, I squeezed his hand.
âWhat are you doing?â I asked, my voice as contorted as my face.
âWhat does it look like? Iâm holding your hand. Weâre going to skate around the rink.â
âNo, Iâm not ready for this!â I protested. âI want to get off the ice.â
âFine. You can get off by yourself. Iâm going for a spin. See ya.â
To my utter horror, he let go of my hand and skirted offâskating backward, no less, the damn showoff, facing me with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.
âPlease, Drake,â I begged.
My begging only made his grin grow bigger. âPlease what?â
âPlease donât leave me.â Iâm not sure if he heard me because my voice was so shaky and small.
His grin morphed into a wicked smile, and in a few frantic heartbeats, he was again by my side. His fingers entwined with mine once more. How warm his hand felt next to my cold and clammy one. He gave my hand a little squeeze.
âIâm never going to leave you, D-baby.â
My heart jumped. He called me baby. He probably called every girl that, but the way he said it so tenderly made me think I was the first. Following his lead, I began to skate with more confidence. Loving every minute of our togetherness.
For about the next five or so minutes, we circled the rink, Drake holding my hand, me improving with each stroke. Once or twice I turned to look at him, and somehow at those moments, his gaze met mine. No words were spoken. Just silent smiles.
Midway around the rink, my baby called out to me. âLook, Mommy. No hands!â
Half elated, half fearful, I craned my head in her direction, losing focus on my strokes. Suddenly, one of my blades caught with Drakeâs and my heart lurched in my chest at that horrible sensation that Iâwe?âwere taking a tumble. âShit,â I heard Drake mumble as the inevitable happened. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was flat on my back on the ice and he was splayed on top of me. We were a breath apart, his heart beating against mine. The warmth of his body caging mine was a sharp contrast to the cold ice beneath me.
âAre you okay?â he asked, the heat of his breath warming my cheeks.
Title: Call Me, Irresistible
Author: Jess Bryant
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Impulsive. Irresponsible. Impossible.
Lemon Kelly lives in a world that is fast, loud and a little bit crazy. She left her small hometown for the bright lights of Nashville and has been living her dream ever since. She's traveled the world and plays her music for crowds of adoring fans. She has everything she ever wanted. Only the wants of a 17 year old girl vary greatly from the needs of a grown woman. Is it selfish to want something more, something like the love she writes songs about?
Can a girl have two dreams? Or will she have to give up one to get the other? And if so... which? Fame or a family of her own?
Stable. Solid. Safe.
Shane Lowry likes his quiet, controlled life. The always responsible small town deputy is a father to his three daughters first and foremost. Nothing comes before them. He had to grow up fast and early and he's long since stopped letting silly things like lust control his actions. He doesn't even date. So why does he find himself so drawn to the lively girl next door turned country music superstar that is the complete opposite of what he should want in a woman?
If he lets her in, she'll shake up his entire world. He knows it. But is that a good thing or a very bad thing?
The sparks between them are undeniable. The pull irresistible. And if they take a chance they just might find what they've both been missing.
*Call Me, Irresistible is a standalone, full length, contemporary romance novel set in Fate, Texas with a guaranteed HEA. It is intended for audiences 18+ due to language and sexual situations. If you enjoy the quirky characters in this little town, try other releases by Jess Bryant set in Fate such as the West Brothers Series.*
Jess Bryant has always been a writer. As a little girl she spent hours in her room putting pen to paper and creating stories. She’s been reading and writing romance novels since she first stole a book from her aunt’s Harlequin collection when she was thirteen years old. She earned a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma. When she’s not writing, Jess can usually be found curled up with a glass of wine and a good book or yelling at the television during sporting events with friends and family. For more information on Jess and upcoming releases, contact her at JessBryantBooks@gmail.com.