Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Sale!! Sale!! Sale!! Tempting Tatum-- Kaylee Ryan!!!

So freaking excited to see this awesome book go on sale!! I loved it so much!!! I mean, hard. It was amazing. And, it's only 99 freaking pennies, babies. Get it now!!!!!

I mean, really, check out that cover------- isn't it hawt????

Oh, and did I mention that Blaise is, well no other way to put it, simply freaking scrumptious!! This man, oh god- he gives you all the tingles.......

See what I mean???

Just, don't even begin to hesistate- you will NOT be disappointed in this book- just trust me. Pick it up now, while the sale is still going on. And, hey even pick it after the sale is over- it's worth its full price for sure!!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

A Place to Stand-- Meg Farrell

A new one to add to your TBR's folks- it's a good one!!

Title: A Place to Stand
Author: Meg Farrell
Release Date: July 2014
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Rhae Peters is happily married to her best friend, Ryan, who loves her more than anything in this world. Her life comes crashing down when the worst thing imaginable happens -- Ryan is killed in an accident. Rhae is faced with figuring out how to continue living without him. He is all she has ever known. Adding insult to injury, she learns that Ryan was keeping secrets. The revelation causes her to question everything about their marriage.
With her life in turmoil, Rhae wants to start over and forget everything about Ryan, and the life she thought they had. She builds a coping mechanism out of her friends and family, including her neighbor Cade. Chivalrous and overwhelmingly handsome, Rhae feels the hand of propriety holding her back from pursuing more with him, despite all the clues that let her know he's willing.
Rhae and Cade are broken in their own ways, and must help each other overcome the pasts and secrets that haunt them.
This was a book that drew me in just with the synopsis, and I was pleasantly surprised that it was just as good all the way throughout the book. I give this one a solid 4 stars for sure. I loved the story, from beginning to end, even though my heart broke when Rhae discovered Ryan's secrets. I rejoyced when she met Cade, and did the happy sigh when I saw how completely he fell for her- despite all of the broken pieces of her heart.
Maybe that's why I loved Cade so much, because regardless of the millions of fragments that were left of Rhae- he was determined to piece them all back together. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he was willing to wait for it. I loved the fact that he gave her the time and space to find herself- to discover who Rhae really was. Not who she was with or without Ryan. I really felt like she had to do that, or else, she was just going from one phase to the next- not knowing why.
The only downside I saw to the story was the whole deal with Cade's ex and the attack on Cade and Rhae. I didn't really feel like it fit into the story at all, more like it was just kind of stuck in there to add some dramatic flair. I think the book would have worked just fine without it. It just didn't make a lot of sense to me and seemed to come out of nowhere. Again, just my opinion.
Overall though, the story was good- lots of feels- both good and bad, pretty and ugly. Like I said- 4 stars from me, as I did thoroughly enjoy the book. Happy reading guys!!
I heave a sigh and eventually convince myself to go take care of business. I slip my wallet in my back pocket and leave my purse in the room. Reluctantly, I tie my sneakers and head out. 
Music is spilling out from the clubs and restaurants I pass on the way back to my car; mostly jazz, zydeco, and country. There are even musicians in the street. They are extremely talented. Something about the vibe of the street party makes me forget about being tired and about going to get my car moved. It’s hard to walk through these streets without feeling a desire to shake my booty. Street vendors are telling fortunes and others are selling miscellaneous souvenirs. My imagination, being on overdrive, makes me wonder if they are voodoo-related items or perhaps the key ingredients to a spell you could cast on someone. Perhaps they could give me a spell to help me forget the pain and misery my life has been recently. The reality is they are likely selling knock-off tourist items. They probably source them overseas and sell them as “authentic”. 
There are hawkers trying to draw people into their clubs. One interesting fellow is dressed in a an old black suit with his face painted like a Dia De Los Muertos skull. He isn’t yelling to get the attention of people walking by. He isn’t flattering ugly women to gain their attentions. No he is quiet. He is dancing to the music coming from the club. I watch him for what seems like an eternity. He never tires or seems exhausted by his dance. Peeking in the doors of the club I see the sway of the crowd inside. Their movement is curious. Like a single consciousness moving through all of them. The music they are dancing to is hypnotic. Without a thought or even a decision crossing my mind, I start moving towards the entrance. It’s as if my body has no power to walk away. It pulls at me from the center of my being and I need to be a part of it. 
I immediately blend in with the crowd and find myself surrounded with people I’ve never seen. Yet, somehow we are sharing this moment together. We sway and I sometimes spin. Hands grab for me and either supports me from spinning out of control, or just steady me in the sway. When the song changes, everyone makes their way to the tables and bars lining the edges of the dance floor. I feel cold and abandoned without the others. Swallowing my disappointment that this curious moment is over, I make my way to the bar, order a beer, and settle into a table to watch the crowd. It is sweaty for November, but I suspect that has more to do with the dancing and alcohol than the weather. 
The server is a kind, young man. I make quick friends and ask him to keep the beers coming. He nods and does a great job keeping me with a new one as needed. Men and women both smile or nod as they walk by my table to the dance floor. After several beers, I swallow my regret and apprehension, and join the new flow of people to the dance floor. The music has slowed and is even more hypnotic than before. I close my eyes and give myself over to the music.
A pair of strong arms slides around my waist from behind and a body begins to sway with me. At first, panic wells up in my throat but I quickly push it down. This is what the fresh start is about. Exploration. We continue dancing, never changing positions. I sink into the body behind me and it is a firm, strong place to rest. I reach up my right arm up and place my hand on the back of a sweaty neck. A mouth comes near to my ear as I pull on my dance partner. “I love the way you move,” he whispers in my ear. He. For a moment it occurs to me that his voice is familiar. Before I focus in on the familiarity too much, I take a hug gulp of my beer and set the bottle on a nearby table. 
Turning around, I chance a look at my mystery dance partner and I’m floored. I start blinking rapidly as if something is wrong with my vision. I'm hallucinating. I have had way too much to drink. It can’t be. He can’t be here. Not now. No. I shake my head and back away from him, bumping into tables and knocking over drinks. I push through the crowd to get to the door. I burst onto the street and breathe in a huge rush of cold air. It is so cold I get chills. 
“This is NOT happening,” I scream into the night.

I'm from North Mississippi, US. I'm a busy wife and mother, but decided to follow my dream of writing a novel. I completed the first draft of A Place to Stand during NaNoWriMo 2013 fulfilling a lifelong dream of becoming a writer.  My motivation to finish the dream, by publishing my book, was found among the most amazing group of people at a conference in Nashville, TN called UtopYA. My husband, Jason, and I have 3 children, 2 old dogs, and 2 surly cats. I am a huge fan of all things Supernatural (show and otherwise). I love fiction, young adult, dystopian, and ALL romances.


Monday, October 27, 2014

Anguish-- Bella Jewel!!!

Book 3 in the Joker's Wrath MC series by Bella Jewel-- Anguish-- is live!!!! This is Mack and Jaylah's story, and it is awesome!!!!

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Title: ANGUISH (Jokers' Wrath MC, #3)
Author: Bella Jewel
Release Date: October 27, 2014
There are a lot of things in this world that are easy to escape from. Having a son you didn't ask for isn't one of them. Mack is a nomad. He likes his own space and he struggles with emotion. His past is grey and his future looks about the same. That is until his ex-girlfriend dies and his son is handed over to him. A two month old baby he didn't know existed. Until now. His world comes crashing down around him. Desperate, he hires a nanny. Jaylah has gotten herself into some serious trouble, so when she sees the job opening for a nanny pop up, she jumps on it. Of course she's not a nanny, but she figures she can pull it off. I mean, how hard can it be? She's thrown into a world of diapers, hourly feedings and a whole lot of laundry. She's also introduced to the most rugged, gorgeous man she's ever had the pleasure of meeting. The best part, he's the baby's father. The worst part, he's a biker. Their sexual tension is huge, but he's a hard nut to crack. She'll get in, though. She makes it her mission to break through the wall Mack has built so high around himself. Her world is about to spiral out of control, and she's taking Mack along for the ride.

Holy crap-- Bella just keeps it coming!! I swear this woman has MC books down to a tee. This is, I do believe, one of my faves of Bella's so far. Mack is so damn yummy that I just cannot stand it. And Jaylah- god I love her!! Yet again, we have another fiesty hard headed female made especially for the one man that she never thought she could find herself wanting- Mack. She sees him as bossy and arrogant, and swears that being with a biker is the last thing that she needs in the mess that is her life, but knows deep down that it's also the one thing that she cannot deny she wants.
Poor Jaylah has gotten herself into quite a pickle with some poorly thought out choices, and with no other way to turn, has to find herself relying on Mack and the boys to help straighten out the mess, and keep her safe. I loved Mack's protective nature with Lah, even though I could clearly see that for the most part, he was trying to decide whether to love her or strangle her!!
And, as for Mack, god love Lah for being the one person who was able to pull him out from the darkness that had become his life. The one person who was able to get him to connect with that tiny little being that meant so much. It gave me huge happy sighs!! To see Mack with Diesel- god, heart melting for sure. Then, knowing that Lah felt the same way about Diesel, that she was willing to do anything to protect him, that she loved him as her own- that's it- stick the fork in me, I was done for.
This book had so many emotions running through me, I loved it. I wanted more- instantly. I seriously had to remind myself not to stalk Bella and beg for the next one, it was just that good. I love this series, just like I have all of her other works as well. Anguish gets a huge 5 star review from me!!!!
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“You stole my fuckin’ drugs.” The foot at my throat presses me further into the cold, scratchy pavement. I gasp, my fingers clawing at fleshy ankles. His skin doesn’t budge; my nails are too short to break the flesh that I’m so desperately scraping at. It does nothing to move him, or send him on his way. Instead, he pushes harder, cutting off more of my air supply. “That’s not exactly how it went down,” I croak, struggling. “You were meant to deliver them; instead you fuckin’ sold them, and ran with the money.” He’s right about that. I did take the drugs and sell them. I had good reason—my boyfriend was in trouble, and I was doing anything I could to get him out of trouble. I didn’t think ahead. I didn’t realize that I’d then owe a very unhappy drug dealer money. Not my finest moment, that’s for damned sure. “I had no choice . . . I was helping someone I care about.” He presses his boot down further into my throat, and my air supply narrows down to a dangerous level. My head pounds as the blood and oxygen are cut from my brain. “I bet that person ain’t here helpin’ you tonight, now, are they?” No, he’s right about that. Samuel is probably sleeping with someone else. The moment his debt was cleared, he left me. The dirty, cheap fucker left me. Now I’m dealing with the backlash. A furious drug dealer who wants his money. Money I don’t have. “Don’t I get,” I gasp, “one chance to get your money?” He glares down at me through angry grey eyes. I squirm again as my vision starts flittering in and out. Shit, I’m going to pass out and he’s probably going to kill me, or worse, drag my helpless body away to do God knows what with. “I have m-m-m-money,” I croak. “If you had money, you wouldn’t have stolen my drugs.” “I . . .” God, I’m on the edge. “I can get it. I s-s-s-swear.” He stares at me, and for each second he does, my vision swims. Then, much to my relief, he lifts his boot off and reaches down, hurling my weak body up. He pulls me close, so close that our noses touch. My knees wobble and I have to push all my focus into not falling flat on my face and giving him another chance to take me. “Listen, and listen fuckin’ good. You’ve got two weeks, and trust me, that’s me bein’ fuckin’ generous. Get my money, or I come for you.” Shit. I nod. “Don’t try and run. You do, I’ll fuckin’ find you.” I close my eyes, take a deep, burning breath and nod again. “Two weeks.” Then he’s gone. And I know . . . I just know . . . I’m in deep, deep shit.  

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Bella Jewel
Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She's crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell's Knights was released in August 2013.  
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Friday, October 24, 2014

Something More-- Jenna Tyler!!

Title: Something More
Author: Jenna Tyler
Release Date: April 11, 2014
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Rebecca Michaels has finally grown tired of her monotonous life and is ready to make a drastic change. Now that her daughter, Charlie, is away at college, there has never been a more perfect time to make it happen. 
Packing up and leaving behind all she's ever known, she eagerly ventures out in search of what the world, outside of this dull town, has in store for her. 
When she first encounters Andrew Chambers, a mysteriously sexy and seemingly wealthy stranger, she doesn't think she will ever stand a chance with someone like him. Little does she know just how wrong she is or how fierce an attraction the two of them would immediately share. Although, lavish attention and on-demand orgasms are not something she's going to complain about, the speed and intensity with which Andrew pursues her is almost more than she can handle. 
Rebecca Michaels wanted an adventure, but the one that awaits her isn't necessarily what she had in mind.

Drew drives us up the coast. The views are astonishing. I thought he wouldn't be taking us far, but it seems I was wrong. About an hour goes by and he finally pulls off of the road. It doesn't look like much to me. “What are we doing?” I ask.
“We are going to go to a scenic spot, as I said. But it's a little further up the hill. We will have to walk from here. You might want to put your other shoes back on.” I frown. I don't want to put those things back on. My feet are happy being out of shoes. I take a deep breath and let out a sigh.
Reaching into the back seat, I find my shoes and socks. They are still sweaty. Note to self…bring extra socks next time. “Ugh. This is gross.” He laughs a little. Scrunching up my face in disgust, I pull on my sweaty socks and I just want to gag. It feels so nasty. I get my shoes on and look at him, all gorgeous and perfect. It's not fair.
“Come. I'm excited for you to see this.”
My brain lingers on that first word for a moment. Get your mind out of the gutter, Becca.
We head up the hill and through the trees, hand-in-hand. It makes me smile. I follow his lead around rocks and limbs. I can hear the ocean below. It sounds so serene and beautiful. The sound seems to get closer as we continue on. About twenty minutes into our little hike, the trees seem to part and there before me is the most magical view. My breath hitches. “Oh my. This is absolutely breathtaking.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that he is looking at me and not the scene before us. I want to look at him, but I can't take my eyes off of the view. “How did you ever find this?” I vaguely hear him smile. At least, I think that's what it was.
“I came across it on one of my hikes. I sometimes hike off the path and this is what I found. I come here once in a while to relax or think. No one ever bothers me here.” I tear my eyes away from the view to look for a spot to sit and maybe a tree to lean back against.
Drew sees what I'm looking for so he ushers me over to a spot and we sit down together. It’s the perfect spot. He puts his arm around me and pulls me in close. I fight the urge to rest my head on his chest because I don't want to skew my view. Instead, I place my hand on his leg and just lean in. “Thank you for bringing me here. It's perfect,” I whisper.
“The pleasure is all mine, Rebecca.”
After what seems like hours, I think my butt has fallen asleep so I shift. Yep, it's numb and tingly. Ouch. I grimace and lean over and rub it. Drew looks down at me with a grin. “Problem?”
I look up at him with a scrunched up nose. “Er. Yeah. My butt's asleep and it hurts.”
He chuckles. “Well, we can't have that now, can we? Do you need help waking it up?” he says with a wicked smirk. I roll my eyes at him, although the thought of him rubbing my backside does sound appealing.
“Maybe not this time. Walking back to the truck should help get some life back into it.” He stands and offers his hand to help me up. I take it and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply. There's nothing like his touch to make me forget everything. I snake my arms around his neck and pull him in tighter. Our lips part and our tongues find each other once again. A little moan escapes me as our tongues find a rhythm. It suddenly hits me that I do not want to have sex on a first date... or maybe even on the second date. I have to stop this kiss or I will be having sex here in the bushes, with a numb butt, in broad daylight.
I pull away, panting and breathless, stepping back several feet. He is in the same state I'm in, but he seems a little confused. “Sorry,” I say. “If we continue like that, I might end up doing things I'm not quite ready to do. I just don't think sex on the first date is my cup of tea.” He smiles and steps towards me like he wasn't done. I hold out my arm to stop his approach. His smile gets wider. Oh my. He's so fucking gorgeous.
“Did you hear what I said?” I ask firmly. Drew continues to approach me. “I'm serious, Drew. Do I need to go get my pepper spray?” I question, only half joking.
He stops, arms up as if to surrender. “Okay. I'll stop…for now. But I can tell that you want more.”
I flush. “Maybe so, but not tonight. Not on a first date. I'm not a tramp.”
“I wouldn't think any less of you, but I can feel this pull between us. It's not a normal feeling people have and you are an extraordinary woman. There is no way I could ever think of you as a tramp.”
I smile shyly. “Thank you, but I would still feel better if we waited, at least until tomorrow,” I challenge.
He raises his eyebrows, and then twists his expression to a wicked one. My core twitches at the thought of what he could do to me. I raise an eyebrow at him. We laugh and head back to the Hummer, hand-in-hand. As has become customary, he opens the door for me and I settle in. I watch his smooth movements as he walks around to his side. He hops in and starts the truck, getting the air blowing. He looks over at me with a look on his face. Frustration?
“Tomorrow, huh?” he teases, and we chuckle again.
“Well, I can't give you all the goods in one day, Mr. Chambers. I have to give you something to look forward to. Thrill of the chase and all that.” He grins and leans over to kiss me again, just a quick one this time.
“Oh, I think there is plenty to look forward to, Ms. Michaels. Plenty.” With a childish grin on his face, he puts his arm across the back of my seat and turns to look out the back window to back out. He pulls out of the lot and we head back to the interstate.

- I am EXTREMELY sarcastic. You don’t know if I’m really a bitch or not...which I totally am. My sense of humor doesn’t always register with others, but I get a kick out of myself.
- My first book boyfriend was Edward Cullen. I hadn’t read a book in about 15 years before my daughter insistently persisted that I read Twilight. Once I started, I couldn’t put them down. I read them all in 5 days and then reread them a week later. It opened up a whole new world for me. I started out all vampy going from Vampire Diaries to Sookie Stackhouse to every other vampire book I could get a hold of. I still love my vamps. And then came 50. That was the series that put smut on my radar and I haven’t looked back since. (I crave Gavin)
- Reality TV...well TV in general, but reality TV is a lifeline. I was raised watching TV and my mom is more addicted to it than I am (apparently it’s possible). I seriously watch tons of it.
- To go along with #3, I’ve watched every season of The Real World (except one...Cancun) from the very beginning and still watch them and the challenges. (I <3 CT)
- I missed my calling to be a healthcare provider. I should’ve been a doctor or RN. I love it and am quite knowledgeable in it. I should download a diploma and just call myself a doctor. That’ll work right? I often wonder if some of the doctors these days did that.
- I eat peanut butter (with syrup) on my pancakes, waffles, and French toast. If you haven’t tried this, YOU MUST! Now my kids won’t eat them any other way.
- I have 5 tattoos and have at least 5 more I want to get. And my tramp stamp needs a touch-up while my ankle probably needs a complete cover up. Also, I got my first one when I was 17. Can you say illegal? Whoops. My bad.
- I’m usually honest...sometimes to a fault and sometimes a little too harsh.
- I met some of my favorite people online (and some I’d rather forget)
- I’m so much cooler online. In person, I’m shy, usually quiet, and sometimes awkward. Unless I know you, then it’s game on.
- I won’t lend out my actual books for fear of them getting bent, scratched, etc. A hurt book is a sad book. But I will lend out Eat, Pray, Love (was good to read once, not worth a reread)...go figure.
- I’m double-jointed *wink wink*
- The number 413 (my birthday) is weaved throughout my life in different ways. It is MY number and I see it everywhere...usually daily. If you pay attention, you’ll notice it in my books in some form or fashion.

I was born and raised in South/Central Florida. Currently residing in Texas, I love spending time with my fur-baby, Roxy… and sometimes my kids (when they behave). I enjoyed writing poems as a teenager, but it was short-lived. I didn’t become an avid reader until… Twilight and became obsessed. My passion for reading led to stories and characters nagging at me. Then a friend suggested I write it out and have now released my debut novel, Something More.
I'm currently writing another novel and short story for an anthology.

Second Opinion-- Lisa Suzanne!!

What do you do when the person you love most in the world breaks your heart… twice? Grant’s solution is avoiding relationships. Four years since the last time he saw Rachelle, his heart still can’t take another break. 

“You’re not marriage material.” From the time he’d first heard those words spoken by the woman he loved, Grant Carpenter believed them.

When a woman he’s known for years shows an interest in him, he starts to question Rachelle’s words about marriage material, wondering if he might need a second opinion. Someone in the present, someone who has always been in the periphery but who he never gave a second glance, starts to take over his every thought. 

Grant is armed with plenty of reasons to ignore what he’s feeling, but someone who should remain off-limits is suddenly overshadowing his obsession with his past. She’s making him want a future that he thought he’d written off, but he isn’t sure that she wants a future with him.

Ultimately, he has to decide what to do when the past makes her way back into his present.

This is a standalone novel that is a spin-off of SIDE EFFECTS and is told from the point of view of Quinn's brother, Grant.


I have to say that this is another new author for me, and one that I have enjoyed getting to read a book of. Grant and Avery definitely were a couple that captured my attention and kept it throughout the book, even though there were parts that I would have liked to see play out differently.
For example, I had a major problem with Grant and Avery taking so long to tell everyone about their relationship. It made it all seem like nothing more than a sordid affair, and that they had something to be ashamed of, when the way that they cared for each other told a different story. This seemed to be a bit childish I thought, as though they had something to fear from Quinn- I felt it to be a bit too "high school drama" for my taste. 
Another down side for me, was the obvious way that Grant was still hung up over his ex. Even though he claimed that he could care less, he used his experience with her to justify every action in his life. What a cop out. It was quite lame, and made me feel as though he didn't care nearly as much for Avery as we were led to believe. Avery came into their relationship with no expectations, but didn't sign on for all of Grant's historic baggage either. 
Regardless of the bad points of the story, I did overall enjoy it, and would find myself reading more from Lisa Suzanne for sure. I give this one 4 stars, and look forward to her future works!!


As her eyes darted up to meet mine from across the room, I suddenly wondered if she’d be interested in the way I did things. She seemed like the kind of girl who liked having fun.
I couldn’t help but think maybe it would be worth a shot. I grinned at her and raised one eyebrow in her direction. Her lips stretched into a smile, and the random thought of her lips on my body—anywhere—raced through my mind. I glanced away first. It was a habit, a way to hook them in and leave them wanting more. But even as I did it, I knew it was wrong.
She made her way over to me.
“I have a question for you, Mr. Carpenter.”
“What can I do for you, Bridesmaid Number One?”
 “I have a name.”
“I know. It’s easier for me to remember that you stand next to the Matron of Honor if I call you BNO.”
“Bridesmaid Number One.” I said it as if the answer was obvious.
She rolled her gorgeous brown eyes at me. They were mischievous and sexy at the same time.
I threw my hands up in mock confusion. “So what was your question?”
“Are you planning the bachelor party?”
“Isn’t that the best man’s job?”
She nodded. “Yes. Could we exchange numbers so we can figure out details? Quinn wants to have her bachelorette party the same weekend.”
It wasn’t a bad idea to get this girl’s number anyway. I was sure I’d find a way to use that to my advantage. I tried reminding myself it was a bad idea to hook up with her, but I just couldn’t remember why it was a bad idea. We exchanged numbers, and I saved her contact as “Avery Peterson.”
“So you do know my name.”
“Like I could forget it. I’ve known you a long time, Avery.” I knew I was flirting myself right into dangerous territory, but the beer I’d consumed took away my ability to care.
“Well, Grant,” she said, lowering her voice so only I could hear. “I’m glad you know it.”
“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows and automatically found myself leaning in toward her.
“Yeah. That way you’ll know what name to yell out once I finally get my shot with you.”
She laughed and winked at me before she turned and walked away, leaving me an awkward shithead rendered idiotically wordless. I’m pretty sure my mouth hung open in surprise as I stood there, rolling her words over in my mind.
Was she joking?
She had to be joking.
Of course she was joking.
This was Avery, not some random girl I was going to hook up with.

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Lisa Suzanne started handwriting her books on yellow legal pads after she took a creative writing class in high school. She still has those legal pads full of stories, but now one of them is published under the title How He Really Feels. She currently works as a full time high school English teacher, and her favorite part of the year is summer. She has been blessed with the world’s best dog, a supportive family, and a husband who encouraged her to publish after reading one of her novels. She likes the advice of Ernest Hemingway’s famous quote, “Write drunk. Edit sober.”

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

New Release!! Rachel & Connor's Little Black Book!!!!

It's live babies!!!


I think my dick is broken.

I haven’t fucked in three months.

That’s how pathetic the situation has become. I haven’t had a dry spell like this since...well—never.

People like me don’t have dry spells.In New York, if you’re twenty-six, richer than God, and still can’t get laid…that’s just fucked up.

Except this isn’t even my fault—I can’t help that hours of nothing but old geezers in suits talking about negotiations and acquisitions bores my dick to dormancy.

I fucking wish I was bi-polar. Then one of my alter egos could have a better libido.

Instead, I’m given the personal assistant from hell.


The only thing worse than being a personal assistant is being one for your high school nemesis.

But if this is the only way I can escape the family business, so be it.

I can bite my tongue and shit on my pride for a few months…I hope.






Connor’s POV
When we were finally in my office again – surprise, surprise – Trevvy was already inside. Sitting in my chair.
​“Miss Trevelynn,” Franco smiled.
​“You don’t have to be so polite to her.” I rolled my eyes. “She eats the goodwill of others for lunch.”
​“I already had my lunch, thank you.” She stared down at my desk.
​My eyes almost bugged out of their sockets. Empty candy wrappers and chocolate boxes lay massacred like a battle zone on my desk.
​“Y-you,” I stammered. “How did you find my secret stash?”
​She smirked. The closest I had ever seen to a smile. “Like your panic button, it wasn’t so secret.”
​“Those were specially ordered from Belgium. You can’t just buy them whenever you want.”
​The little She-Devil licked her lips. “Belgium, huh? No wonder they tasted so good. Too bad there’s none left.”
I was going to kill her. I lunged forward, but Franco tripped me with his leg before I could even take a step. I fell flat on my face; my forehead having the pleasure of hitting the floor first.
​I stood up quickly and dusted the white specks off my pants.
​“In Ancient Rome, traitors get capital punishment.” I narrowed my eyes at Franco, who was too busy whistling to pay attention to my glare.
​Trevvy leaned back in my chair. “I want to declare a truce. We got off to a rough start, and I want to clear the air.”
​“Why? Did you just fart?”
​“Connor!” Franco yelped. He turned to Trevvy. “I am so sorry, Miss Trevelynn. He’s just being a smart—“
​Trevvy raised her hand, and Franco quickly shut up. If I’d known that was all it took for him to close his yap, I would’ve tried that years ago.
​“I am well aware of Shaw’s many, many faults.”
​“At least I don’t repeat words like a five year old,” I mumbled.
​“At least I don’t mumble under my breath like an eighty year old,” she spat.
​Franco’s head was bouncing back and forth between the two of us, like a tennis ball getting lobbed back and forth. For fuck’s sake, Franco, pick a side already.
​“As I was saying, before Shaw so rudely interrupted me,” her eyes snapped back to mine. “I am going to continue my position as your PA, so I want us to get along to ensure the success of our partnership.”
​“A personal assistant is barely one step up from a desk jockey. I’d hardly call it a partnership.”
​She kept her eyes on me, while her hand reached into my desk drawer. She pulled out a slick gold wrapped bar. Most likely my last chocolate bar.
​Her fingers slowly travelled around the wrapper. It would’ve been an incredibly seductive act, if it weren’t being done to one of my most prized possessions. The lengths I went through to smuggle these chocolates past Meredith—I would’ve had an easier time escaping out of Alcatraz.
​“Stop molesting my chocolate!” I yelled. “They’re worth more than you!”
​“Our chocolate,” she countered. “We can either share the bar, and each get half, or,” she peeled back the gold wrapping and held it precariously close to her annoyingly sexy lips, “you get none.”
​“You’re a sick twisted woman.”
​Trevvy broke the bar in half. “Truce?”

Grayson-- Lisa Eugene!!!

All she needed was a job…
The last thing twenty-four year old grad student Angie Roberts needs is to worry about her new boss’s father. After all, she’s never even seen him. He remains sequestered upstairs in a house that looks like it should be the main feature in an episode of Hoarders. She had no idea the house was such a dump when she took the job. But she’s concerned about the safety and health of the old man living under such horrid conditions.

What she got was a mystery…
Despite warnings not to venture upstairs, she wanders up to the second floor. What she sees is shocking. The man she finds is a gorgeous, sexy, middle-aged man-- and he's stepping out of the shower. But something is definitely not right. Why would this wealthy, handsome man live in a house in such disrepair while his nine-teen year old son resides in a lavish penthouse? Why does he hide away from society? Why does he come to her rescue and then run away?

What she discovered was heartbreaking…
Angie learns that forty-four year old Grayson Whitmore suffers from schizophrenia. Paranoid, he retreats into his own world.

What she ended up with was a treasure…
Angie is determined to get through to him. They form a friendship that blazes into an inconceivable love fired with erotic passion. Angie must now come to Grayson’s rescue because the wicked that has been perpetrated on him is unconscionable. First, though, she must gain the trust of a man whose mind does not allow for such a thing.

Never before have I read such a heartbreaking, yet hauntingly beautiful story. Lisa, you have stolen my heart with these words about such a wonderfully troubled, yet loving man. Grayson, well- he is just phenomenal. The everyday obstacles that he overcomes, the alternate reality that he lives in inside his head- they were enough to tear anyone down to nothing. A normal man would have long ago given into the voices, given into the darkness that lurked in his mind- and just simply- given up. But not Grayson. He copes by locking himself away from the world- afraid that he isn't fit for human contact. That he could be capable of hurting another being. It's gut wrenching.
Then, Angie comes along. Hired by Grayson's bastard of a son (yeah, he's quite a piece of work), in order to clear out the tremendous amount of items in Grayson's home that have been collected over the years. Never did she expect to find the amazing beautiful man upstairs, the man that she was unable to get out of her mind. The man that steals her heart and soul. But more than what Grayson does for Angie- she becomes his savior. His light in the darkness of the world he lives in. She becomes the reason that he decides to fight back against his illness.
Without giving anything away, I will say that there are definite tear jerker scenes between Angie and Grayson, and scenes that Grayson has to endure that are orchestrated by his son. They will break your heart when you see the pain that he has to endure, all the while being able to do nothing about it. You are going to go on such a rollercoaster of emotions with this book- I mean really, all of the feels. The good, the bad, and the downright horrendous. But, it will come full circle. The beauty that is this story shines through in the end. Because, seriously, it is freaking BEAUTIFUL!! I love this book so hard- just, more than I can describe. It's just that damn good. Do not hesitate to pick this one up- it is an absolute 5 star read!!!
Early Sunday morning, I crawled out of bed in search of Grayson. I discovered him upstairs in the room with the books. They were piled all around him as he scratched at something on the floor with an old shovel. The room was saturated with an early morning chill, so thick I could feel it seeping through my skin. I hugged my torso, scrubbing my palms up and down my arms. I approached him hesitantly and asked what he was doing. My heart was in my throat because I never knew what to expect with Grayson. He stopped and leaned against the handle, his cloudy gaze finding my face. He was fully dressed. He must have gotten dressed again after we’d made love earlier. 

“Digging,” he acknowledged casually. “Digging a trap.”

I swallowed hard, emotion stacking like bricks in my chest. I shook my head, my mind grasping for purchase, trying to understand. “A trap for what, Grayson?”

“Danger. I have to be prepared. I have to protect us.”

I reached out a hand, trying to keep it steady. “You’re safe, Grayson.”

His gaze shifted to my proffered hand, but he didn’t move. He didn’t believe me. Fear and skepticism drew a roadmap of worry on his face. His jaw squared and he tightened his lips into a brittle line. I watched his body uncurl as he grabbed the shovel and silently started scraping at the floor again. That’s when I saw it. There was a large, jagged crater in the dusty wood that must have been covered up by the scattered books. It was directly over the small cracks I’d seen in the ceiling downstairs, the network of spider veins I’d noticed soon after starting here. I wondered how long he’d been working at this trap. I could already see exposed beams and fluffy insulation. If he kept this up, eventually he’d put a hole right through the wood floor.

“Go back to bed, Angie.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying with you, Grayson,” I said sternly, plopping myself down on the floor next to him. 

He stopped again and stared at me, his blue eyes almost cobalt in the gray dawn. His hair was a loose mane framing his face, giving him an unruly look. “You’ll be tired. You haven’t gotten much sleep.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, hurting, thinking of the reason I’d been up most of the night. We’d held each other, made exquisite love, bathed in a temporary utopia where I could pretend he was okay. 
But Grayson wasn’t okay, and as I spent more time with him, I realized the extent of his fractured thoughts. My Grayson was funny and brilliant. My Grayson was tender and passionate. My Grayson could melt my heart with the tiniest smile. But this man, too, was my Grayson, a man who was sometimes out of touch with reality, who lived in the distorted world concocted by his brain. It was a world of doubt, fear, and distrust.


Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn't get enough of the world she created and now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series.

When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance.