Book Blitz- Wonderwall by M.H. Soars w two #giveaways

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Book & Author Details:

Wonderwall by M.H. Soars
Publication date: October 28th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

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Synopsis:

There is something magical when best friends fall in love. Liv and Sebastian used to be inseparable until circumstances beyond their control destroyed their fairytale romance to dust.

Liv hasn’t seen Sebastian since he walked out of her life five years ago. When she accepted her internship in London, she never dreamed their paths would cross again. Not when Sebastian is a celebrity, a singer in one of the most popular boy bands of all times. Living in the same city, their worlds couldn’t be farther apart. But when two people are destined to be together, they can’t outrun fate.

Excerpt

“What are you staring at?” She drops her gaze.

“You.”

“Why? Do I have food on my face?”

I put my index finger under her chin and bring her gaze back up again. “I’m staring at you because I like what I see. That’s all.”

She leans forward and stops a breath away from my lips. “I like what I see, too.” She breaches the gap between us and kisses me.

I cup the back of her head, and she lets go of the sheet covering her torso. Her warmth radiates through me and stirs something down below again. My hand skims the underside of her breast as our kiss becomes something more, something vital.

“Bas, my parents are probably home by now. I gotta go,” she says against my lips.

“Humm?” I pretend I didn’t hear her, moving my lips from her mouth to her chin, down her neck. Her breathing becomes shallow, but she pulls away, and her hands rest on my chest, keeping me from following her.

“Bas, I’m serious.”

“Okay, okay.” I rub my face, trying to dispel the lust fog clouding my brain. I shouldn’t even attempt a second round with her now. She says she’s not sore, but I’m pretty sure she will be in a couple of hours. I should let her recover.

Liv gets out of bed and searches for her clothes scattered on the floor. I lean back on my elbows and watch unapologetically.

“Stop staring, Bas.” I see the corners of her lips twitch up.

“I can’t help myself when you’re parading that hot bod of yours in front of me.”

She hits me with her t-shirt before putting it back on.

“So, what do you want for your birthday?” I ask.

“Bas, you don’t need to give me anything.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re going to make it difficult, aren’t you?”

“Of course.” She smirks.

Fully dressed now, she comes to me and places her hands behind my neck. My arms encircle her waist, and I pull her closer.

“Thank you,” I say.

Her eyebrows furrow, marring her lovely face. “For what?”

“For letting me be your first. Your first everything.”

Her face relaxes, and she traces my hairline, all the way down to my jaw. “I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else but you. Thank you for making my first everythings the most treasured experiences of my life.”

“There are more firsts in your future, Liv. And I want to be there for all of them.”

Giveaway #1: A gift basket containing a special teddy bear, a signed copy of The Fall of Arcadia, a tote bag, and 4 songs from the Wonderwall soundtrack (iTunes). (US only)

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Giveaway #2: $20 Amazon GC and an ebook copy of Wonderwall (INTL)
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AUTHOR BIO:
M. H. Soars always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would become an author. With a background in fashion design she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first novel, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.

M. H. Soars resides in Florida with her husband and baby daughter. She is currently working on the Arcadian Wars series, and the Love Me, I’m Famous series.

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Blog: http://www.fyingsaucers22.com

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#Bookreview of Goddess by Kelee Morris

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Synopsis:

Wife, mother, PTA president… Sex Goddess?

For Julia Nelson, it was only a faded tattoo, almost forgotten, like the sex-charged dreams that inspired it some 20 years ago.

For renowned, rugged-sexy archeologist Dr. Ashland Stewart, it was his greatest discovery, the sacred emblem of an ancient goddess culture.

Two symbols, eons apart, yet exact duplicates. It must be a coincidence. But when Julia and Ashland meet, their connection is instantaneous, powerful, erotic.

Julia’s suburban life is safe and comfortable. She has everything to lose. Ashland’s world is remote archaeological digs and flings with younger women. He’s sexually free but emotionally guarded.

Ashland awakens Julia’s long buried inner goddess with breathtaking passion and insatiable desire.
But their sexual adventure becomes increasingly perilous as their emotional barriers crumble. Will Julia risk falling in love and soaring to new heights, or will she return to her earthbound responsibility to her family?

MY REVIEW

Julia is married to Matt, who works out of a town the majority of the time, but this allows Julia the benefit of being a stay-at-home mom, attending PTA meetings, carpools, etc. The life most mother’s wish they could have. Moving on………………

Julia has a mysterious tattoo on her ankle that she got in her younger years. This tattoo had appeared in her dreams when she was younger, along with a mystery man that makes all her sexual dreams come true.

While at a PTA meeting, Julia is approached by a woman, Nina, a Ph.D. student in archaeology at a local university whom she has never meet before, but asks Julia about this mysterious tattoo that is on her ankle.

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Based upon this mysterious tattoo, Nina invites her to a dinner with other archaeological students and the renowned, archaeologist, Dr. Ashland Stewart.

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During this dinner, which Dr. Ashland is actually too busy to attend because he is solving the world’s problems with North Korea. North Korea is important to Dr. Ashland because he believes there exists a forgotten society that holds significant archaeological history called Magoa. Julia’s tattoo is the symbol for Magoa.

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When a discovery is made that possibly relates to Magoa, Julia is offered a job working on this discovery at the university with Dr. Ashland. Julia’s friend, Van, is all for Julia getting out and discovering “inner goddess” and is actually encouraging her to get it on with “Dr. Feelgood”.

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While working at the university, Julia and Dr. Ashland, engage in a no holds barred affair. If it was not for the fact that Julia is married, the sex scenes would have been even better for me. But, that’s just my personal opinion on that matter. Moving on………….

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At this point in the book, I am finding it very difficult not to judge Julia and pull her aside and give her a good talking to.

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Needless to say, Julia is busted out by a student, Elena, that is also in love with Dr. Ashland and had previously befriended Julia’s 17-year-old daughter, Lily. Who do you think Elena reveals Julia’s affair to……

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Julia confesses to her husband, who also reveals a secret of his own, Julia continues on with her affair with “Dr. Feelgood”, all while her family is falling apart.

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Dr. Ashland has gotten permission to resume his archaeological work on Magoa in North Korea and wants Julia to join him for the summer. Julia contemplates going but then something happens with her daughter, Lily, and she decides it is best that Elena go instead.

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Well, I do not have any answers for you because this book ends on a CLIFFHANGER! Now, I must await for the next book to hopefully be able to move forward.

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So in the meantime, I give this book a three out of four “spiders”. See rating system here.

This book is available for pre-order on Amazon here, and will be available on November 1, 2015. If you are a Kindle Unlimited subscriber like me, it will be free.

I was given this book by the author, Kelee Morris, in exchange for an honest review. My review of this book is based upon my own opinions of reading the book and are my opinions alone.

****Side note, it was very interesting for me in reading this book as it actually takes place in the State that I live in so it was nice to be able to really picture the scenes and the cities mentioned in the book.

Release Day Blitz-Roomates by Erin Leigh

Title: Roommates
Author: Tara Brown writing as Erin Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours
Blurb:
Life is full of expectations.
For Brady Coldwell it’s always been about the game.
Hockey is and always will be, his life.
His family sacrificed everything to get him here and he won’t let them down.
He knows what’s expected of him.
Natalie Banks is no different.
She too knows what it means to have everyone sacrifice for you.
She knows about the debt that’s left owing in the end and the price you pay for making up your own mind.
But when an innocent mistake lands them as roommates, neither of them is prepared for the feelings they have or the consequences of their actions.
How do you negotiate matters of the heart?
How do you say no when it simply feels so right? 

I am the mother of two beautiful girls who are growing up so fast, the wife of a cute guy in a uniform (my own personal hero), and a writer.
My family will tell you it doesn’t exactly fall into that order. Especially around dinner time when I “Cook” from a takeout menu with my face plastered to my computer.
I also have two cats who I adore more than I should, like more than people I know, and a dog. He is a beagle who is naughty but just so darned cute. He gives you that little beagle face and then steals your slice of pizza.

I have a busy mind and even busier fingers. I can write fast and keep track of a large cast, but I can’t remember why I’m at the grocery store. I try to write lists but they always end up being notes for books or indie bands. I LOVE INDIE MUSIC!
I talk to myself in the car and sing too loud for my skill level. The invention of Bluetooth has made talking in the car less awkward but if you hear me singing, run.
I love writing. I love my characters like they are my friends and I am telling their version of the truth.

My worst flaw is the horrid English accent which I read everything with. If I read aloud it comes too. I’m not English, so I can’t even do the accent which makes it awkward for anyone who is nearby.

My favourite authors are Robert Jordan and Jane Austen and Robert Mccammon and Jim Crace. I think Stephen King and Dean Koontz have the most unique imaginations. I have the hardest time not LOVING Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger. I know all the serial killers have a copy but I adored that novel. It made me feel a thousand different things and one of them was more alive. (And not in the least bit serial killer-ish)
When I grow up I want to be James Patterson or Nora Roberts. I aspire to be like them, always trying to hone my skills and work harder.
My genres are all over the map. I have Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance, Science Fiction, Erotica (under Sophie Starr my porn name so my mom doesn’t know), Thrillers, and even some Romantic Comedies.
If you would like to reach me for whatever reason, please visit me at my facebook page –facebook.com/TaraBrownAuthor. You can also email me at tarabrownauthor@hotmail.com

Thanks for checking me out and I hope you got lost in something I wrote or it made you so HAPPY/SAD/BLISSFUL/TURNED ON/ANGRY/EXCITED/FRIGHTENED/HORRIFIED/MAD that you couldn’t believe it.

The list of what is coming out this year is not completed. I will keep my Facebook page as up to date as I can.
Here is a short breakdown of my genres and pen names.

TARA BROWN- My main page and essentially my brand. Books published under Tara Brown will be adult and mostly suspense and romance. The Lonely and Single Lady Spy Series are among those. Not intended for young readers, at all. 18 and over.

AE WATSON – My pen name for Young Adult books. Born, HERE, The Seventh Day, White Girl Problems, etc. This is my page that is safe for YA readers of a mature reading level.

ERIN LEIGH – Adult Romance and Chick Lit. 18 and over recommended reading level.

TL BROWN – Adult Paranormal, Science Fiction, and Fantasy. NOT FOR YOUNG READERS AT ALL!!

SOPHIE STARR – Adult Only Erotica. NOT FOR YOUNG READERS AT ALL!!!!!!!!

Hope you have a great day and of course, happy reading! Remember to read at your comfort level. Not all books published by me, Tara Brown, are suited for everyone.

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“Wanna go for dinner?” I test the water after a minute.
She sighs and gives me a look, stopping us both in the middle of the street during the busiest time of day. I drag her to the side of the building we are next to and hold her tight. “No. I want you to come to our place for dinner. I’m tired and I want to put on something grungy and maybe force you to watch something girlie.”
“Okay.” I wrinkle my nose. “Rough week?”
“No. Just tired because it’s new, and I’m still lost and I miss Hartford and all the people and how fun it was. But I’m catching on and a girl named Linna was nice to me today. She sat with me at lunch and we talked. She’s from Providence too. She said you guys were in seventh grade together, but you probably won’t remember her. Dark hair and blue eyes and really pretty.”
My insides clench. “Linna Mackenzie?”
“Yeah!” Her eyes are wide and then they dull. “Really?” She reads my face like a book. “You are why I can’t have nice things.”
I bend down and kiss her cheek. “You are my nice thing.” How the fuck is it possible she works with a girl I fucked when I was fifteen? Fuck! “You are everything.”
She makes duck lips and looks off to the right. Her sour mood is going strong tonight and I suspect I am the cause of it all.
“Do you want to go back to Hartford?” I run my hands along her neck and cheek. She’s cold.
Her bright eyes widen as she lifts her face to mine and shrugs. “I don’t know. I need to give this more of a chance, I think.”
I bend and kiss her softly. “Whatever you want to do, I’m with you on it. I already told you that.”
She melts into me and lets me hold her.
“And I’m sorry about Linna. I was fifteen.”
She laughs against my lips. “You should trade out West.”
I shake my head. “That won’t help.”
She pulls back and rolls her eyes. “Gross.”





✰✰COVER REVEAL✰✰ Getting It Back by Elizabeth Harmon #giveaway

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Book Title: Getting It Back
Author: Elizabeth Harmon
Genre: Contemporary/Sports
Release Date: April 4, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

Book Blurb

In this second-chance romance, a former top men’s figure skating champion is willing to risk everything for a comeback–except a new start with his long lost love.

An unexpected phone call from the man who broke her heart offers Amy Shepherd an opportunity to return to the work she loves, training elite figure skaters. Except it’s just one figure skater: Him. Can she finally forgive and forget?

Figure skater Mikhail “Misha” Zaikov once had it all: medals, money and the adoration of millions. But a devastating injury put an end to his career and his romance, leaving him with nothing but regret over what could have been. His last chance to re-join the world’s top skaters is now. And there’s only one person who can help him: Her.

On Russia’s unyielding ice, Misha must reclaim what he’s lost while facing off against a talented young rival and risking further injury. But Amy soon discovers Misha’s much bigger challenges lurk off the ice. And she’s determined to keep Misha whole and healthy, even if doing so ends his shot at the gold.

Don’t miss any of Elizabeth Harmon’s Red Hot Russians. Pairing Off and Turning it On are available now!

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What hit him first was the smell of the place. Every rink had it, from the ramshackle Bachatsky Ice Palace where his father had once coached him, to elite facilities catering to the best in his sport. It was a cold musty smell, tinged with sweat and damp rubber that was crisp and exhilarating at the same time. To Misha, there was no better smell in the world.

Boys’ loud voices and the thump of heavy skates pulled from feet and dropped on the rubber-padded floor filled the lobby. Beside the front door was a trophy case filled with hockey hardware, and overhead, more banners celebrated Shackleton hockey. A dark-haired woman wearing a hooded sweatshirt that read “Shackleton Ice Hawks,” came out of the front office.

“Hi Amy, welcome back. Here’s your class roster. And I see you brought a friend.” Her curious gaze lingered on his red skate bag with white Cyrillic lettering. “I’m Margaret Carlson, rink manager.”

“Mikhail Zaikov.”

“Misha’s a good friend, who will be helping demonstrate moves for the class today. He was the men’s bronze medalist in Lake Placid.”

“No kidding? I don’t follow figure skating, but I’m sure the little ones will get a kick out of having him here.” She turned to Misha. “Do you still compete?”

“Retired now, and taking some time to decide what’s next.”

“Know anything about hockey?”

“Some,” he said. It was played on ice, with sticks. That was about the extent of it.

“I’m always looking for officials for our adult leagues, if you’re interested.”

He wasn’t, but smiled and nodded anyway. “Thank you. I will keep it in mind.”

Amy looked over the pink sheet Margaret had handed her. “Fifteen. That’s a big class.”

“A couple of the girls are brand new, but most have some experience and are preparing for one of the Basic Skills tests.”

Beginning skaters typically progressed through a series of levels, though his early training had been much less orthodox. He peered over Amy’s shoulder at the roster. Thought it was sometimes hard to tell with American names, it seemed that all of the students were girls. “No boys?”

“They’re all on this side.” Margaret jerked her thumb toward the right side of the lobby, where hockey players congregated around the large, glassed-in rink. The smaller rink on the left side of the lobby was empty except for the Zamboni resurfacing the ice. “You’ll be teaching over there.”

The left rink felt a bit neglected. There were a few wooden benches rather than bleachers, and the U.S. Figure Skating banner tacked to the opposite wall drooped on one corner. But the Zam had finished its work, and the surface looked smooth. He and Amy set down their skate bags. “At least they don’t make you teach on gouged up ice,” he said.

“They’re nice here, even if figure skating is kind of the red-headed stepchild,” she said, taking a well-worn white skate from her bag, and removing a blue terry-cloth soaker from the blade.

“Nothing wrong with redheads.” He gave her shiny ponytail a playful tug, liking the silky feeling of her hair between his fingers. “Why don’t any boys like to skate?”

“People tend to see figure skating as a sport for little girls. There have been a few boy figure skaters, but they seem to quit by high school. One of the girls in my class is from a family that’s very involved with the rink, and if I recall, one of her brothers was pretty good.”

“And now he plays hockey?”

“Probably.” She laced her boots and took hold of the rink board, bending low to flex her knees and calves. Misha did the same, sneaking glances at the way her stretchy black skating pants clung to her tight little ass, as she went through her warm-up sequence. When she finished, she grabbed her clipboard and glided gracefully out to the center, while Misha remained behind the boards, gazing at the expanse of milky white ice.

The doctors had told him that he could still skate after the surgery, which was true, though not in the way he had. His body moved differently, small pains lasted longer than they ever did before. His reduced flexibility made skating elements that had once come easily much more difficult, and moves he’d struggled with before, he couldn’t get back at all. If only he’d lost the desire as well. But the Lake Placid bronze had only whetted his appetite, and just before the pain became too much to ignore, he’d been skating the best he’d ever skated. Some skaters didn’t reach their potential until well into their twenties, and he felt like he’d been close to reaching his.

Now he’d come full circle, back to being a visitor at an unassuming rink, much like the places Ilya had coached, never lasting long because of the drinking. And the ice was calling to him in a siren’s song he couldn’t ignore. It was time. He took a deep breath and stepped onto the ice.

His right foot detected the familiar slipperiness, and he shifted his weight to middle of his blades, gaining his equilibrium. “Show the ice who is in charge,” his father would shout at him, which was something of a joke, as they both knew. The ice was in charge, and a misstep or badly placed toe pick could trip up a champion as easily as a beginner.

He stroked down the rink’s long edge, knees bending, picking up speed, as he circled the rink, going faster and faster. When he felt comfortable, he leaned into the forward outside edge of his left blade, and swung his right leg back. Launching himself into the air, he spun counterclockwise, one and a half rotations, before coming down in a sure-footed landing, gliding backward on the outside edge of his right foot. The axel was the first edge jump he’d learned and it had always been his favorite. He followed it with standing and sitting spins, and then picked up speed again for more single and double jumps.

Misha felt strong and in control, and he thought about trying a few triples. His body seemed to be crying out for the challenge, but the sight of Amy standing in the midst of her pylons brought him back to the reason he was here. He skated over to join her.

“I knew it,” she said, when he reached her side. “Fifteen minutes on the ice and it’s like you never left. It’s in your blood.”

She was right, of course. Trying to deny this part of himself had been more painful than facing his own limitations, and he was grateful to this beautiful woman for recognizing that the ice was the medicine he really needed. He skated behind her as she traced a serpentine pattern along a blue hockey line, with a thick black marker. “What is today’s lesson?”

“I’ll start by going over basic things like posture and balance for the new girls, but even the more experienced can benefit from practicing. Then I’ll teach glides and stops to the newbies, and I’d like you to work with the girls preparing for their tests on edge rolls, three turns and Mohawks.”

“Will your class have a competition at the end?”

She looked appalled. “Not at this level! That would discourage them. It’s more important that they try their best.”

He grinned. “Which is why Americans learn to feel good about themselves, and Russians learn to be champions. We start competing right from the start.”

Amy frowned. “It sounds cruel if you ask me. I mean, it’s great for the kids who are naturally talented, such as you. But the kids who aren’t, get discouraged.”

“It isn’t cruel. It only gets students used to competing, so it feels natural when they have to do it for real. But this is your rink, and your class, so we do it your way.”

“I appreciate that.”

“You are wrong about one thing, though. I wasn’t always best skater. There were lots of others who had more natural talent. I just wanted it more.”

“Why?”

The question startled him and the answer was far from simple. “Because being best on the ice helped me forget what I didn’t have off it.”

Almost.

Amy skated in front of him, shifting smoothly from her inside to outside edges, as he skated backward, mirroring her movements. Their bodies fell into the mid-tempo rhythm of the pop song playing on sound system, and the music wrapped around their spontaneous dance which felt intimate, though they weren’t even touching. Being on the ice felt right. Being on the ice with her felt more than right. He took her hands, and swung her into a wider curve, his gaze not leaving her face. “How come you never skated with me in Delaware?”

“I was busy.”

He scoffed. “You found time to watch football, which you don’t like, but not to go skating, which you love?”

Amy offered a sheepish smile. “All right, I admit I was intimidated. The only reason I ever told you I’d been a skater, was so you would have confidence in me as an athletic trainer. It wasn’t necessary for you to see me in action.”

“But it would have nice to spend time with you in my favorite place.” He grinned. “One of my favorite places.”

Her laugh echoed crisp cold air. “As I recall, we spent plenty of time in that favorite place.”

Meet the Author

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Quirky settings. Loveable, if imperfect heroines. Gorgeous men with hearts of gold. Contemporary romance author Elizabeth Harmon loves them all.

A graduate of the University of Illinois, she has worked in advertising, community journalism and as a freelance magazine writer. She feels incredibly blessed to have a career that allows her to spend her days imagining “what if?” and a loving family that keeps her grounded in the real world.

An adventurous cook, vintage home enthusiast, occasional actress, and entry-level figure skater, Elizabeth makes her home in the Midwest, where life is good, but the sports teams aren’t. She loves to hang out on her front porch, or at her favorite local establishments, enjoy good food and wine, and talk writing with anyone who will listen.

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Naked and Far from Home Blitz with Excerpt

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Book & Author Details:

Naked and Far from Home by J.P. Grider
Publication date: October 18th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult

Synopsis:

Tia Mercury was a freshman in high school and had her first serious crush – on a senior who wouldn’t touch her. At least not until she turned eighteen.

Clinton Daniels was not your everyday teenage boy, and because his tougher-than-nails father wouldn’t let him forget it, Clinton became a loner. And learned to distrust everyone.

Until he met Tia.

She was sweet, she was funny, and she knew nothing about good music. It was the nineteen-eighties for goodness sake – time to turn off that AM radio crap. So, while Tia drooled over Clinton, he was busy making her mix-tapes.

She was falling in love. He was ignoring his heart.

See, Clinton had a secret. But sharing it could cost him their friendship, and he was not willing to risk losing the only person he ever loved.

Naked and Far From Home is a serious story that spans a decade. A tale about unconditional love and what two people are willing to look past to prove that love.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26232441-naked-and-far-from-home?ac=1

Purchase:
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Part of me cringed, but the other part couldn’t care less. I was reuniting with my best friend. The love of my life. Like the love of my father’s life, Clinton may not reciprocate the feelings, but I wasn’t living the rest of my life, whatever was left of it, without him. I’d take him in any capacity he wanted me. Because I knew he loved me with all his heart, even if it wasn’t romantically.

I heard the footsteps galloping down the stairs before the door flung open and Clinton gathered me up in his arms, lifting me so my legs wrapped around his waist, and he hugged me tighter than I’d ever been hugged. At least, in his large arms, it felt that way.

Not sure how long we stayed like that, but when Clinton lowered me to the ground, my father was gone. As was my car.

My veins fired when Clinton took my hand and led me upstairs. It was quiet on his floor. Everyone must have been downstairs.

The memory of my last visit with Clinton came rushing back. Then the words I wrote in his letter entered my mind. “Clinton, I am so sorry about what I said. I could never hate you. Ever.” The words tumbled out non-stop. “You’re the most important thing in my life… You’re too important to not be in my life. I was so wrong to treat you like that when…”

“Whoa. Tia. Stop.” He hugged me again. “I never for a minute thought you hated me. When I read your letter, I knew you were just angry and upset.” He pulled back so he could see my face. “I knew you wouldn’t stop loving me, just as I could never stop loving you. It’s an impossibility. Like the sun never shining again. Or the Earth never again rotating. We, my darling, will always be. No matter how our relationship unfolds.”

Always be.

I didn’t want to ruin this moment with the truth. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

Brushing my fingers down his arms, I asked, “If you knew I didn’t hate you, why’d you leave?”

He grabbed my ass cheeks with both his hands and lifted me onto his waist. Then he brought me into his room, shut his bedroom door and sat at the top of his bed, me, still straddling his lap. He swept my hair off my face and cupped my head in his hands. “Oh how I’ve missed you.”

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AUTHOR BIO:
J.P. Grider is a New Adult and Young Adult author. She is the author of eight novels. Her young adult series The Honor Trilogy consists of A Touch of Honor, A Man of Honor, and A Heart of Honor, while her first two novels – Unplugged (A Portrait of a Rock Star) and Maybe This Life – are standalone adult contemporary novels. Her most recent release is the new adult romance Reaching Rose, which is the third in her Hunter Hill University series. All the books in the Hunter Hill University series are standalone books and can be read in any order. Currently, J.P. is working on two standalone novels that are not related to the Hunter Hill University series. They will be released in February, 2016.

You can follow J.P. on Facebook at J.P. Grider, Author, on Instagram and Twitter @JPGrider1, and on her blog at jpgrider.com

Author links:
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5321310.J_P_Grider

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