When depression runs you over like a MAC truck, you get tired. You get tired of the things you love. Reading even. That’s what has happen to me.
Slowly, I am making my journey back into the real world. I was re-diagnosed with PCOS and insulin resistance. I have gain 30 pounds in the last like 6 months. Money is the tightest it has ever been. So obviously, that is enough to make anyone depressed.
adventure vlogger, Paxton Mercer since he introduced her fiance to the love of
his life and caused her engagement to end. But when their group of friends
heads to the tropics for a fun getaway, an unexpected kiss to end all kisses
convinces her what she needs is a little adventure with a man who knows how to
and Brynn is a girl who has her future all planned. Once they’re home it’s
going to take more than flirty banter or through the roof electricity for Brynn
to take a chance on someone who goes wherever the wind blows him.
Can a guy who lives on the edge convince a woman who loves
to play it safe to risk her heart with him?
It’s just a simple physical reaction to a gorgeous man. I haven’t had sex in a long, long time and there’s no question that he’s hot.
“Hey, I have those. They’re great.”
He’s referring to the travel cubes that hold all my clothes. Made of nylon and mesh, they come in various sizes and enable me to keep everything organized and wrinkle free.
“You mean you don’t stuff everything into a duffel and head out?”
“With all the traveling I do, I needed a better system than that.” He gives me a long, lazy look. “Hey, there’s something else we have in common. I bet we spend the weekend finding out that we’re two peas in a pod.”
I don’t like the way he’s looking at me. Heat begins to build beneath my skin and suddenly I’m imagining the two of us in that huge shower I can see in the bathroom beyond him, naked and going at each other. I’m almost overcome by the urge to moan.
I. Am. Not. Attracted. To. Paxton.
I can’t be. His actions resulted in my broken heart. How many times do I have to remind myself of that?
“Look,” Paxton says, “I want to be cool with you this weekend.”
Cool? I’m feeling anything but that. I grab my make-up bag and head toward the bathroom. He backs up just enough to let me by. Again I’m assaulted by the scent of him. Bittersweet citrus, mint, and something peppery for heat. Clean and manly. Faint enough to make it necessary to lean close. Almost before I realize what I’ve done, I suck in a deep breath. Sharp desire spears straight to my core, awakening a keen ache.
And suddenly I want something besides my lungs filled with him. My stomach drops as I imagine wrapping my legs around his waist as he enters me. Damn it. I hate carnival rides and that’s what being around Paxton is like. Pulse stopping dips and exhilarating twists.
As I scowl at his reflection in the mirror, it’s no challenge to pitch my voice into frustrated tones. “But that’s going to be really hard if you talk to me. At all. Why don’t we keep the distance of the house between us at all times and everything will be great.”
“So you need me to stay away from you to remain cool? What happens if I get close?” His voice is a self-satisfied purr. “Are you going to heat up?”
He demonstrates by setting his hand on the countertop and shifting in my direction. My heart hammers so hard, I’m sure he can hear it. There’s no missing the bright color that pops into my cheeks or the sudden glazing of my eyes. Despite the warmth of the room, goose bumps appear on my arms.
“Please.” My voice breaks on the word. “Don’t play with me. It’s not fair.”
“I’m not playing.” And he’s not smiling. His gaze is keen and probing as it meets mine in the mirror. “I’m deadly serious about you.”
My mouth opens to ask a question but nothing comes out. I don’t want to know what he has in mind or why. “We’re not a good fit, you and me.”
“Are you so sure?” The light kiss he drops on my shoulder make my toes curl. “You’ve never given me a chance.”
I gape at him. “Why should I after what you did?”
“I mean before. Back in high school.”
“High school?” We’d barely known each other. We hadn’t had any classes together and I’d hung with my own friends. I didn’t know who he was before Julie started dating Zach. And I don’t think I said two words to him after that. “We ran in completely different circles.”
“You with the future leaders of America,” he says with the lightest touch of sarcasm. “Me with the future losers?”
“I’d hardly call you, Paul, or Zach losers.” In fact, they all owned their own businesses and had done exceptionally well. “And I’m no leader.”
In fact, when I allow myself to think about it, I’m disappointed in both my career and personal life.
“Besides,” I continue, “From what I remember of you then, I wasn’t the sort of girl you were interested in. You liked to party and that wasn’t me.”
“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t interested.”
“We would have been a terrible fit.” I don’t know why I’m so insistent that he agrees with me. “It’s no better now.”
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players break your heart. They are designed to break your heart. Especially
baseball players like Jacob Baird. Just drafted, just signed, just started in
the minor leagues. And he works like a horse out on the ball field, although
the rumor mill says that’s not the only reason they call him Horse.
date ballplayers because 1, they break your heart, 2, my dad’s the club owner
and that would be awkward, and 3,
good luck trying to explain my falcon to a potential boyfriend, ballplayer or
my falcon so jealous over this guy?
fell for the Falcons welcome-aboard prank: let the new guy hit on the hot
brunette before he finds out she’s the boss’s daughter. Off-limits? Fine, I’ve
got no problem playing the field.
my stallion set on playing Katie instead of the field?
yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn’t know shifting exists.
Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until
chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.
you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters,
shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at
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with my hot dog and ate it while Baird met the fans. From where I was, it
looked like he was handling the attention well. Smiling, happy to be there,
shaking hands, signing autographs, seemed to be the approachable type. Fit in
real well with the fans. Folks in Welkerville like to see that in their players—and
Baird seemed to be delivering that. That was a good sign, and I knew Dad would
be happy to hear that. He also didn’t seem to be hitting on any of the women,
which was also a good sign.
fans have their time with him. Most of them needed to get home, and I didn’t;
besides, I was still working on my hot dog.
crowds cleared and my hot dog was gone, I came up to him, smile on my face, and
I shook his hand and welcomed him to Welkerville.
myself from jumping his bones on the spot.
surprised me too. It was like The Awkward Years all over again—hormones all
a-fire and everything.
had muscles. Sure, he had that glowing smile. Sure, he was big and brawny. But
so were the other guys, with the possible exception of the smile. Why were my
spidey-senses tingling—no, wait, those were my lady parts. Why were they
for me, I’ve gotten a lot better at faking normal behavior since The Awkward
fortunately for me, he answered by lifting a line straight out of Bull
Durham. At least, I think he did. The problem with that movie is that it
got minor-league life so right that you’re never sure if you’re seeing
an intentional Bull Durham reference or just Life As Usual in The
answered back with another stock cliche while I tried to keep my tongue in my
cheek, or at least in my mouth. While trying to remind myself what an Executive
Assistant to the Owner was supposed to do—oh, yeah, that’s right, introduce
I could do that, he beamed at me again—oh my God, that smile—and asked, “Are
the stands always this full?”
good. He was talking baseball and the fans. I could talk about that all day
without making a fool of myself.
followed up with, “Where does everyone go after the game, anyway?”
said this was a set-up to a pick-up line. Other parts of me—the tingling
parts—were ecstatic. Fortunately, my Executive Assistant to the Owner side
recognized this was a good time to educate Baird in Welkerville ways. “Home, mostly. Some of ‘em drive an hour or
two to get here, plus most of our fans have cows to milk or feed, or jobs to go
to in the morning. A few of ‘em hit the bars. A lot of folks hit the Taystee
Creem downtown; they’re open late.”
myself on the back. Very educational response, very responsible, very much not
an open invitation to check out that place behind the stands that’s been a
make-out spot for generations of young Welker County residents, get that image
out of your head, Katherine Joy Casey.
shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance novelist.
Wife of an
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What do I
want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total
asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the
first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just
fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping
into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a
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and best friends since they were teens, Jeremy Kagan and Alan Delgado share
everything – including men. But their brotherly bond was shattered during one
incident of mistaken identity in a darkened bedroom when a line was crossed.
With boundaries broken and the line of friendship blurred, they struggle to
that night was a dream come true. He had been in love with Alan for a decade
but had been too afraid to bear his heart and reveal his true feelings. Now
that the opportunity has presented itself, he’s ready to seize the moment. This
is his one chance to be with the only man he’s ever loved.
the other hand, isn’t dealing with the incident so well. A lot of monumental
achievements have occurred in his life, but none were as life altering as a
single erotic encounter with his best friend. The usual fun-loving camaraderie
he and Jeremy had always shared is now awkward and uncomfortable.
shed the memory of their rendezvous, Alan starts to look at Jeremy in a new
light. Transitioning from bromance to romance isn’t as easy as expected,
especially since Alan isn’t ready to share their newfound bond with anyone
else. Stress from keeping their relationship a secret turns explosive as these
two battle their passion in private. Now they need to figure out if it’s worth
risking everything, including their friendship, in order to pursue a future
together as a couple.
Galicki writes in multiple genres including m/m/f, m/f, and m/m. She is predominantly known for her Radical
Rock Stars Series. The Prince of Punk
Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1) was a finalist in the 2015 Bisexual Book
New Yorker, she now resides in Southern California. She’s a Rottweiler enthusiast and an avid
music buff. When she’s not hunched over
a computer, you can find her front row at a rock concert.
until a job went tragically wrong resulting in the death of an innocent child.
Haunted by guilt and harassed by the media, Emily turns her back on the only
existence she’s known, hiding herself away and trying to build a new life.
medic, John Vega, has the perfect excuse to hunt down the woman he’s had a
crush on for over two years. When he finally finds her living a quiet life in a
small town on the coast, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
Aware she needs closure, Emily agrees to work with John, but
soon it becomes obvious she has a target on her back. Can she trust John enough
to stay and give in to the attraction growing between them? Or will fate show
her that she should have stayed hidden in her quiet coastal town?
unmoving, all night. But her presence there, the warmth of her body and the
sound of her soft breathing, might as well have been the five alarms to the
fire that had sprung to life in his blood—loud, screaming, and made to put a
man into action.
his truck for a jeep. Tyler had gone back to work this week, and things seemed
to be going well for him and Jenny. Hawk maintained he would keep their
whereabouts to himself until he was sure. There had been some inconsistencies
from the Press. Two who spoke to Hawk claimed an informant.
would spill the beans. They were family. They argued sometimes. But never…
him, her brows furrowed, her legs folded in front of her and wrapped in her
arms. “We’d have Eddie. It’s safe there.”
very darn tempting, so very not his to touch. His MO was to avoid close encounters—with
women in general. The rules of waiting had been pounded into his brain too long
for him to merely disregard them. He went on dates, just fine. He liked the
company of the softer sex, like the talking and the thought that went into it,
especially after hours and sometimes days of being around the male variety.
other women at Hawk Elite—the few—had a soft edge and ways of doing things that
was apparently female. This women had steel in her spine. She was sharper,
harder even than some of the guys. Malcolm.
delicate, even a little uncertain forced him to see vulnerability, no matter
how sexist that was.
when the collar of her shirt shifted.
to give her privacy. “I’m going to throw my bag in the truck and check out. Get
and he turned back and saw the laughter in her eyes, yet it wasn’t
condescending or even cruel. And then she winked. He took her in with his eyes,
her messed up air and rumpled clothes, and bit back a serious moan. When his
gaze met hers again, her eyes were wide as if she was surprised…
being a priest, but when she said those words, it turned into something
his skin and cooled the heat within. He sent up a silent plea of mercy and
wasn’t surprised when only the whisper of the wind was his answer. Some things
didn’t need words.
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world and be a missionary, helping the poor. She would travel to exciting
places…like Russia and Australia. She was going to wear a canvas backpack and
take a wooden raft down a river through the jungle. She never had any plans for
romance or getting married, either. But after a few years of college, studying
English Literature, she married her own real-life hero, who patiently puts up
with her absentmindedness and creativity… And the only poor babies she helps
now are her own six children.
except for one thing, BOOKS.
worked her way through series by Brock and Bodie Thoene and Gilbert Morris. And
finally, she broke into romance with Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Nobody’s Baby
But Mine. Her one constant, besides God, has always been books. So it was no
surprise when she started writing them…
Beth writes in order to share a little love and lots of hope
with a hurting world.
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to her—just another tall, blond gringo sipping his morning coffee to take away
the misty chill of the mountains. He held his newspaper close to his face and
the grin he couldn’t stop. He could hear every word exchanged.
just like he remembered her—all sass and spice. Here was a woman. His woman.
And she was all he had ever wanted. His mate, never forgotten.
you were educated abroad. So tell me . . . What would be the I.Q. of a
the rock has no intelligence. So it would be nought.”
British schooling is showing, but that’s correct. A rock has zero intelligence.
So, when I say that your cousin Analis is as ‘dumb as a box of rocks’ you now
know what I mean!”
this is the fourth cousin you don’t like. I am running out of cousins.”
bullshit me, Juan. You have an endless supply of cousins. All I need is
someone who can follow simple directions. This is cooking, Juan. We’re not
building the Panama Canal here. I want a girl or even a guy—if your
asshole-macho-culture would permit—who can follow a few stinking directions.
Why is this so hard?”
with the Jefa, the Doña and all the rest. You can grovel ’til the
cows come home and it won’t change the fact that this is the fourth barely
grown girl you’ve served up who cannot carry out something that my kid could do
while plugged into his video games, eating a sandwich and scratching his balls
all at the same time. Dios mio, Juan. Are you the only one in your vast
family who inherited any brains at all?”
if he had heard right. Did she say my kid? A son?
see the world as it was a fraction of a second ago. Maybe a slight change from
a passing breeze, but you are still in the same place, unmoving and unchanged.
You don’t expect to be somewhere else where the faces are unfamiliar. Where you
With one blink I had no family, no home, no name, and no
past. I was alone, until I met the Reilly brothers. They gave me purpose again.
A reason to trust. A reason to love. A reason to rebuild a life full of
forgotten memories. Together, they would try to rewrite my history.
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touch my soul when I need it the most, whether through reading or writing. My
love for writing started as most little girl’s with a diary. It evolved into a
big girl journal and then transformed into a notebook of poetry during the dark
days of high school. I followed my dream to USC (University of Southern
California) to study theatre, creative writing, and screenwriting. Finally, I
understood how to take the stories in my head and commit them to paper. I was
fortunate enough to sell my first professional script during college and have
been writing ever since.
In 2013 I took to self-publishing. I realized quickly that
my passion resonated across many genres, so currently I have published young adult,
fantasy, paranormal, dystopian, new adult, and women’s fiction. With both of my
kids in school full-time now I am able to immerse myself in my passion more and
when I’m not writing I’m enjoying the short time I have with my babies and my