Title: Blue
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Cover Couture Design
Release Date: July 12, 2017
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Blue. The color of devotion.
CARYS WOLFE is my heart.
Mine, always. Leaving her nearly killed me.
I thought it was the only way to keep her safe.
Sheâs moved on, and I want her back.
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EVAN HART is my heart.
Loving him is my destiny. I waited my entire life for our time,
for us to finally be together, only to have him leave.
Now heâs back.
Though my mind canât forgive him, my heart canât forget.
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âEvan, I want to know what happened, but I have a life now and you need to knowâ¦â She trails off, her eyes darting away from mine.
âWhat?â
Gazing up at me, she continues, âWhatever you have to say, itâs not going to change a thing. Weâre over.â
My heart twists and breathing becomes difficult. Mother fuck, her words cut deep, hurting even though they arenât true. Sure, she believes them on some levelâshe had to, in order to get through what I did. Yet, along with the hurt and disappointment swimming in her eyes, thereâs also tenderness and love.
âTell me youâre happy and Iâll walk away.â
We always pushed each other, challenged the other to face our fears, to be honest with ourselves, with each other. I need to hear her say it. I donât believe it, but if she is over me, I need to hear it in her voice and see it in her faceânot because I want to, but because itâs the only way I can even begin to accept that weâre over. Even then, itâs not possible.
âIâm happy.â Her tone is laden with bravado, but no true emotion. Even her gaze, which never wavers from mine, is flat.
Shaking my head, I briefly cast my eyes downward to suppress my smile. âNo, youâre not.â
âVan.â I flinch at that fucking name.
As a child, I thought it was so fucking cool to have a nickname that only my best friends would call me. Now, hearing âVanâ from her pretty lips, I want to obliterate the word from her vocabulary, fucking kiss the word out of her.
âYou can call me asshole for all I care, youâre not happy,â I retort in frustration. Catching my tone, I breathe deeply and loosen my fists to relax. âDonât lie to me, and most of all, donât lie to yourself.â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about. You want to see what you want. Iâm with Greg, and weâre happy.â
She grimaces infinitesimally, then averts her eyes from me. Unable to read her, Iâm not sure if itâs because she means it and doesnât want to hurt my feelings or if the lie tastes nasty in her mouth.
âSweetness, I know everything there is to know about you, without apology. You canât lie to me.â
S.M. West is an indie author who writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires.
She spends her time juggling ay day job, being a mom and wife, and writing. On top of that, she's a self-professed junkie of many things including a voracious fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
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Title: Absolution
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 28, 2017
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Declan James was the perfect guy.
He was sweet. Charming. Caring. Until he wasnât.
Fourteen years ago, his actions tore apart my family. He ruined my sisterâs life and nothing was ever the same again. But now, a decade later, heâs back.
When he walks into my office, asking for my help, Iâm shocked, but nothing prepares me for what Iâm about to learn. I see how far heâs gone to redeem himself and I know that heâs changed. I also know that, as a priest, heâs more off limits than ever.
If I help him, my family will never forgive me.
If I fall in love with him, I will never forgive myself.
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âYouâre not the first person to be shocked by my choice of calling.â
âYour family?â I guess. He nods. âIâm assuming they probably had bigger and better things in mind for you, but itâs a step up from rapist right?â His eyes widen and I cringe. Shit, I canât believe I just said that.
âI can see why you might think that, but my father is very anti-religion, so Iâm not sure he would agree,â he smirks and rubs his chiselled jawline, giving me a pointed look. âAre you done now?â
âIâm sorry that was way out of line," I mumble, admitting I went too far. "Sometimes I say things without thinking.â
âItâs okay,â He shrugs. His dark eyes penetrate mine. I'm shaking, but I hold his gaze, refusing to look away. âYou get a free pass today to say whatever you like to me and then tomorrow you need to start giving me a chance. Is that fair?â
Iâm not loving the part where I give him a chance, but I have so many questions burning inside of me that Iâm dying to ask that I sit forward, and place my hands under my thighs.
âOkay Iâll play,â I say, staring at him. I question everything he says because it hurts too much to believe him. Why should he get to move on? âWhy this?â
âBecause it was the only way I could see getting my life back on track. I was at the point where I had nothing to live for, and God changed that for me. He gave me hope. I had something that was mine. I was making a difference.â
âHow long have you been a Priest for?â I say the word like itâs dirty but only because heâs makes it that way. Itâs like heâs taken one of the purest professions in the world and tainted it.
âFive years. After I got out of prison, I was in a bad place. Everything that happened with Cecily really messed me up and then hearing that sheâ¦. His voice trails off like he canât complete his train of thought, so I make him, because he doesnât get to do this. He doesnât get to make this about him.
âYou mean how she killed herself?â I say. I stare at him, my anger fuelling the strength Iâm somehow finding within myself to confront him. This is what Iâve wanted for so long, to be able to face him and show him how much he hurt me. âHow she ended her life after what you did to her and the way your family dragged her through the mud. Is that what you mean? You canât even say it, Declan. Imagine how hard it was for me to live it.â
âI never wanted that all I wanted to do was plead guilty and move onââ
âMove on?â I whisper, tears spilling down my cheeks. âLike my sister got to move on? Like my dad moved on by ramming his car into a tree? You ruined our lives. Why should you get to move on?â
âIâm sorry about your father,â he says softly.
âYouâre sorry?â I laugh. I throw my hands up in the air. âWell, so long as youâre sorry.â
âYou have every right to be angry at me Hannah, but Iâm just trying to explain it from my point of view. You asked me why I became a priest. This is why. Everything that happened is why.â
âBut you donât get to explain,â I whisper. âBecause itâs not fair. All you get to do is sit there and take whatever I decide I need to say to you in order for me to get through this. Thatâs the only thing you need to do here. You donât get to justify what you did, or tell me how much youâve changed, because I donât care. All I care about is being able to be in the same room as you without feeling like Iâm going to be sick. Is that too much to ask?â
"No. No itâs not," he mumbles. His eyes cast downward and I laugh. He canât even look at me.
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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she's a cat, a cat who thinks he's a dog...you get the picture).
When she's not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
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Title: For Forester
Author: J. Nathan
Genre: New Adult Sports Romance
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs Photograph: Lindee Robinson Models: Jeff Kline & Becca Schnyders
Release Date: July 19, 2017
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Trace
I'm Alabama's star wide receiver. I've got mad skills on and off the field, and it's no secret I'm heading into the draft after the upcoming season. But Iâm home for the summer to make some cash before my senior year. Being back under my parents' roof isn't the ideal situation, but the moment I see Marin, the star of my adolescent fantasies, I know it's about to get interesting. She may not have noticed me back then, but I've got a feeling it's just a matter of time before she lets me turn those fantasies into reality.
Marin
The last time I saw Trace Forester he was just a kid tearing up the neighborhood on his skateboard. That was when I was foolish enough to think I had the perfect husband and the perfect life. But now my life is in shambles and Trace is back, all grown up, hot as hell, and exuding major confidence. It would be so easy to fall for his good looks and undeniable charm. So easy to let him into my life. Too bad I learned the hard way that nothing worth having ever comes easy.
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âYou sleep with him yet?â Gayle asked.
âOh my god. What is wrong with you?â
âMe? Have you seen the guy?â
Outside, Trace tossed the football gently so CJ had a slight chance of actually catching it. He didnât. It bounced off the grass in front of him, but he ran after it, laughing as he did. âYes, I've seen the teenager in my backyard.â
âHeâs not a teenager.â
âYes, he is. I looked it up. Heâs nineteen.â
There was a pause on her end, like she just realized I was a sicko whoâd actually looked him up. âWho cares? Youâre single and heâs hot. Have you seen him in his uniform? The guy could be a freakinâ underwear model.â
I laughed as I turned from the window and moved into the living room. âNo. At least not in person.â Iâd seen pictures on the internet.
âGirl. When are you ever gonna have a hot piece of ass under your roof again?â Gayle asked.
I scoffed. âYouâre acting like he sees me as anything other than a soon-to-be-divorced woman with a kid who needs a guy around.â
âMarin, youâre beautiful and fun. You deserve to get some action.â
âYou do realize you're encouraging me to jump his bones, right?â
âI never said jump his bones. Just wear something tight. Bend over and let him see your hot ass. Youâd barely have to do anything.â
âYouâre insane.â I laughed. âAnd I could go to jail.â
âWhy could you go to jail?â Trace asked from behind me.
I spun around, my eyes bugging out of my head and my heart drumming in my chest. Trace stood in the doorway smirking at me, like heâd heard my conversation.
Had he?
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J. Nathan is the author of five new adult and sport romances with cocky heroes and sassy heroines. When she's not writing, she's a total romance junkie! Add an alpha male who's unlikable in the beginning...even better. She loves watermelon margaritas, guys in backward hats, country music-especially Luke Bryan, and hanging with her family and friends in RI where she lives with her husband and son.
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