Friday, August 15, 2014

Pretty Instinct by SE Hall

Synopsis

"If opposites attract, then I am nothing. Because you, you are everything."

There's no easy road traveled to such an intense sentiment, one I never dreamt I'd feel…. 

But I also never planned on Cannon Blackwell climbing aboard my tour bus.


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S.E.Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 4 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing. She's also being clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside!
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"I can't let a stranger on the bus with Bubs. What if he's a mass murderer?" What if he's not as pretty on the inside as he is on the outside?

"Ah, Mama Bear, run him through all the tests. You're careful. And he might say we're crazy and tell us to fuck off. Let's ask before we worry about it."

Biding my time, I chew on the inside of my cheek and look back, confirming Conner's still tossing the Frisbee happily, Rhett watching him. "You asking or am I?" I sigh, hopefully masking the foreign tingle of anticipation working its way up my battered spine.

"He's hetero, I can tell from here. I say we send in," he flicks a finger back and forth between my boobs, "the big guns."

"Don't lick your lips!" I shove him, mouth agape. "You're like my brother. That's illegal in at least forty states, and gross."

"You didn't think it was gross when-"

"Enough." I slap my hand over his mouth hastily. "I'll go, but you stay right here and watch, closely. He makes a move for a weapon, dial 911 as you run to rescue me."

"On it." He grins at me, full of victory, a hint of his earlier teasing still lingering in his expression.

Girding my loins, I think, do women have loins and can they be girded or is that only a guy thing? Summoning my courage, I move with slow, hesitant steps in the miraculous unknown's direction, reminding myself with each one that it's for the boys, the band, the overall goal of staying the hell out of Sutton. And it is, but I'm kidding myself if I don't admit I wouldn't be this anxious if I was walking up to an ugly man. Or even a kinda good-looking man. Shallow much, Liz? Nah, I have no control over biological response.

Almost there now, his head lifts and turns at my approach, connecting eyes as sable brown as thick molasses to my own. He was tummy-turning enough far away. Up close, he's better than photoshopped, a clear-cut case for Guinness Genetics. His lips are full, much plumper than my own, and he has a strong nose and jawline, both very masculine, the latter covered in a dark scruff. His hair is the same rich chestnut as his eyes, not too short, but definitely not too long. "Just fucked" hair (isn't that what they call it?) be damned. He's got "just fucked her and she had to hold on" locks, unruly in the most intricate fashion. The black boots at the end of long, thick legs are scuffed, faded jeans worn, well, and the long sleeved black thermal he's wearing? Oh, he wears it, or rather, every muscle in his torso holds it up flawlessly.

Bottom line-he's easy to look at.

"Are you a deranged serial killer and/or rapist?"

I like to open subtly.

"No, are you?" His timbre is deep and gravely, sending my vagina subliminal messages. Something along the lines of "yup, you want it." With a voice like that, I'm praying he isn't a chain smoker. To fuzz this perfect picture with the stench of an ever-present cloud of smoke would be one helluva slap in the face of the Almighty creator.

"No," I answer too defensively, this instant, highly unusual attraction frying my staple "too cool to care" attitude that, up until right now, I'd like to think I pull off fabulously. "You any good?" I lean and point to the instrument on his back, brows bowed in questioning antagonism.

"Define good," he deadpans, head down as he pulls the guitar off his back and puts it back in its case.

"Hendrix."

"Not left-handed." He shrugs as he straightens back up and captures my gaze.

"Page."

He laughs, treating me to one seriously enlightening sound, accompanied by the sexiest blindingly white smile. "Then no, not even close to good."

Damn, I should've gone with a mediocre guitarist! Now I've backed myself into a corner, Stranger Danger not giving me anything in the form of segue. Struggling, I shove my hands in my back pockets and rock nervously back and forth on my heels, forced to come up with another revealing yet seemingly aloof question.

"Why do you ask?" he rescues me.

"Our band." I toss my head back toward the bus. "We need a bassist. And since you're hitchhiking, I thought maybe-"

He drops down from his perch on the top edge of the bench and stands, well over six feet of sinister sex appeal stretching out before my eager eyes. "Do you know what a hitchhiker is?"

"What?" I shake my head to clear it and take a step back. "Yes, of course."

"You sure about that?" He eats up the steps I'd retreated, placing his body close enough to mine that I can literally feel the battle of push and pull between us. "‘Cause where I come from, hitchhikers stand at the road, where you can see them. It increases their chances of actually landing a ride." His left eyebrow curves up at one end and that same eye, I swear it, twinkles at me. "Seeing as how I'm sitting at the back of a desolate rest stop, I'm either the worst hitchhiker in history," another step closer, "or you're labeling me with the wrong tag."




I check my phone for the tenth time. It's almost 2 am, surely they're asleep and I can sneak to my own bed. Sleeping with Conner isn't as fun as you might think, unless you think being caged with a wild animal sounds like a party.

As quietly as possible, I slink out of the bed and through his door, pulling it closed; halfway there. Sending up a silent prayer I don't meet any open, awake eyes, I turn, relieved at the lack of spectators, and scurry to my bed. After sharing my song tonight, I need some time to pass before I look them in the eyes-those lyrics, the tremor in my voice as I sang-I'm not ready for questions or commentary.

"Pssst."

Of course I didn't pull off the covert bed switch undetected. This bus-40 x 8 feet-might as well be a shoebox. I draw back the curtain, squinting my eyes against the dimness.

"Hey," Cannon greets me with a whisper and grin from his bed, curtain also pulled open.

Giving him back the smile I can't contain, I finger wave. Has he been waiting up for me? Was I secretly hoping he'd still be awake? Do I want to know either answer or what it says about me? What planet am I living on that this is now an issue?

"Here." He scoots to the edge of his bunk and hands across…an earbud? Eyeing him curiously, I turn on my side, facing his way, and put it in my ear. "Shhh." He puts a finger over his lips then winks and slips the other bud in his own ear, only breaking eye contact for a split second to tap the phone screen, then reconnecting in the muted light.

"Hello, Lizzie," his voice sounds in my ear and as my eyes pop in surprise. He once again does the "shhh" thing, nodding to me to just listen. "I thought about playing you ‘You Are So Beautiful,' but surely you already know that. This, you may not."

There's a brief pause, then music starts… It's "Have a Little Faith in Me."

I know I whimper aloud, but I force my eyes to stay on his no matter how badly I want to hide them and the building tears. Through the entire song, I stare and he stares back, mouthing the words every once in a while. With the closing notes, his voice returns.

"Not too corny, I hope. Just…think about it. Sweet dreams, Lizzie."

Apparently picking up on the fact I've been rendered incapable of functioning, he reaches over and gently removes the earbud, taps the end of my nose with his fingertip, then closes my curtain for me.

I'll have the corny with a side of corny please.



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***Slider by Stacy Borel Spotlight***

Synopsis

Dr. Turner Brooks may be the professional brother, but he's also the adrenaline junkie. When he meets Annabelle, a girl scared to death of veering from the path she's paved for herself, all he wants to do is push her out of that comfort zone.

Annabelle has already lost too much. She wants to stay focused on her new nursing job and away from unnecessary risks. Turner Brooks is exactly that - an unnecessary risk. She's heard the rumors about him flying around the hospital, describing him as a "womanizer" or "sex god." Yeah, she doesn't need that.

Still, Turner tries to teach her that life is full of risks worth taking. As they grow closer and she begins to let go, the unexpected happens.

Will they be able to recover from that surprising fastball or could this be the final strike out?


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Stacy Borel currently resides in southeast Texas with her husband and two kids. She grew up as a military brat and has lived everywhere from California, Alaska, Azores Portugal, and Hawaii. She loves traveling and seeing new places, so being a military spouse is perfect for her. Stacy enjoys the adventure of moving every 2-4yrs. It's refreshing to experience a new place.

Stacy is a self proclaimed reading addict and Facebook addict. If she's not doing one of those two things, she can be found writing, or playing with her kids. Some of her hobbies are listening to new music, going fishing, being active outdoors, and she always loves spending time with her out of state family.

Stacy discovered Indie Authors in early 2012 after reading Fifty Shades of Grey, and there began her passionate love affair with books. She always wrote stories and journals growing up, but she decided in December 2012 to really dip her toes in the water with a romance novel. She now has three full length novels under her belt, and a whole new series for the 2014 year.




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***Fighting the Odds by Hilary Storm Spotlight***

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Synopsis
A tragedy has driven Luke Jacobs to leave behind everything he knows and loves.  Rebel Walking is a distant reminder of the pain he can't seem to get past and he's left without any reason to fight to get himself out of the depressed state he's landed in. 

 Kimber finds herself hopeless and alone in a relationship full of abuse.  She's constantly being controlled by the men in her life and she quit resisting long ago. 

 When these two worlds collide, will Luke begin to live again?  How will he deal with the pressure from the Walkers to return to Rebel Walking?  Can he handle the emotions he's faced with when the numbness begins to wear off?

The Rebel Walking Series
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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Enid, Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling 'Rebel Walking' series. Book one: 'In a Heartbeat' was released June 2013, Book two: 'Heaven Sent' was released in September 2013.  Book 2.5:  'Banded Together' released Jan 2014.  Book 3:  'No Strings Attached' released March 2014.  Book 4: 'Hold Me Closer' is due out beginning of May.

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***Conspire by SE Hall and Erin Noelle Spotlight***


Coming: August 26, 2014
Synopsis
"He wants answers. 

She wants freedom. 

The search is over...when they Conspire."
   
Excerpt
Jocelyn: 
"Race ya there," I snicker, darting towards the bedroom I moved our clothes into, tossing his bag into the hall.
            Let the games begin.
            Somehow, he beats me down to the water - imagine that. With steeled armor, I keep my face stoic, my gait and candor unfazed, as I approach, despite the urge to snicker at his bulged-out eyes and jaw dropped into the ocean.
            And yeah, I noticed his hand dip below the surface to adjust himself; doesn't always shrink in cold water it would seem.
            His head jerks left, right, then back to me as his eyes narrow to accusatory slits. "What're you thinking, Trouble? Public beach," he sputters.
            Doe-eyed innocence, my lips twist cleverly. "Not for two miles either direction it isn't. Besides, what's the problem?" Surely it's not my string-thong bikini bottoms and lack of a top?
            If you told anyone, even Lys who's known me forever, they'd bet on hell freezing over twice before believing I'm capable of such audacious, brazen antics, but I'm embracing it, rejoicing in the Jocelyn he brings out. Alive; seeing clearly, smelling flowers miles away, hearing the faintest of sounds - like I just started partaking in, and enjoying, the world that's surrounded me my whole life.
            His mouth curves upward at the corner, a twinkle in his eyes reflecting off the water as he beckons me to him with the leisurely crook of his finger.
            "Moi?" I mouth, pointing to myself. My whole body's buzzing, sexy satisfaction razoring through me as he slowly nods. "Alright," I huff in feigned inconvenience.
            I walk into the water as he walks out, hoisting me up as we meet, wrapping my legs around his waist for me.
            "You'll be my end, Jocelyn Craig," he says, almost demurely, almost a frown, heading us backward into the deeper water.
            "The ending's supposed to be the best part." I smile, leaning in to rest my forehead on his. "Do I win the game?"
            He glances down at my breasts - nipples hardened from the cool water, his tongue lazily tracing his bottom lip. "I'm afraid you just might."
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S.E. Hall is the author of the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series, Emerge, Embrace, Entangled (novella) and Entice as well as the bestselling stand-alone NA Romance, Pretty Instinct. She also co-wrote Stirred Up, an erotic short story with her CP and friend, Author Angela Graham and is honored to be a part of the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Devour box set. S.E., which stands for Stephanie Elaine, resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 beautiful daughters of the home, and one married daughter who graced her with two beautiful grandchildren. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing and the occasional trip to the casino. She's also clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside, and definitely the woman to pick on your side for some Flip Cup!
 

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Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and thus far in 2014, has published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel, and Transparent, a romantic suspense novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.
    



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