Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Cover Reveal!!!! Be The One-- Nina Levine!!!

Title: Be the One
Series: Crave #2
Author: Nina Levine
 Release Date: June 26, 2015


Jett Vaughn has one thing on his mind these days - Presley Hart. He will do anything it takes to make her his. At least, he thinks he will.

Presley Hart wants one thing in life - a man who will make her his number one. After being married to a man who never put her first, she swore she'd never settle for second best again. At least, she thought she wouldn't.

When Jett's life comes crashing down around him, his flaws are laid bare for all to see. Presley stands by her man but there's only so much she can do to help him. She loves him and wants to be with him but she has her limits and Jett's about to reach them.

In the midst of hurt, loss and destruction, can love win out? Can a man who is struggling to find his way, show the woman he loves just how much he wants her to be the one? Or is there only so much a heart can take before enough's enough?

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Title: All Your Reasons
Series: Crave #1
Author: Nina Levine
 Release Date: March 2, 2015


When heartbreaker meets ball breaker, sparks will fly.

Rockstar, Jett Vaughn, isn’t against settling down, but no woman has ever held his attention long enough for a relationship to develop. That is until he meets Presley Hart. She’s confident, opinionated and headstrong. She drives him to the edge of crazy, but he can’t deny how she makes him feel.

He wants her heart, but she only wants his body.

Presley’s not against giving her heart to a man, but she has too many reasons why he’s not the one to give it to. Jett isn’t a man who will take no for an answer though. He’s about to declare war on her reasons and take what he wants.

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Coffee Lover.

Gypsy at heart.

Bad boy addict.

USA Today Bestselling author who writes about alpha men & the women they love.

When I'm not creating with words you will find me either creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate.

I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink, Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock.

My favourite word.  If this offends you, you won't like my books...

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Monday, April 27, 2015

New Release!!!! Desolation-- Bella Jewel!!!

I'm SO excited to get this new release!!! I have been waiting for Pippa and Tyke's story, and now that it's here- I am about to dive right in!!! Take a peek at all this goodness.......

Title: Desolation
Series: Jokers' Wrath MC #4
Author: Bella Jewel
 Release Date: April 27, 2015



The girl you all know as damaged. Quiet. Broken.

She doesn’t fit in. Nothing in her world feels right. She’s trapped in a spiral of darkness that seems to be consuming her day by day, until she sees nothing but an empty, black hole.

Her world is a broken place she can’t escape.

She has people around her who matter. Who love her. But it’s not enough. Not enough to break her out of the bitter despair she lives in.

Until Tyke.

He knows pain. He knows darkness. He’s sweet. He’s kind. But most of all…

He understands her.

Combining their demons doesn’t seem like the best plan. Everyone is against them. He deserves better. She deserves better. They’ll never work. They’re too broken. Too damaged. It’s a destructive combination that will only end in heartbreak.

He’s a biker. She’s a broken angel.

But in their desolation, they will find peace.

With each other.

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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.

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Friday, April 24, 2015

Cover Reveal!!! Reaper's Fall-- Joanna Wylde!!!

Yet another wonderful cover from Joanna, as she introduces her newest story in the Reaper's MC series!!!

Reaper's Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series.
Painter & Melanie's story will be available on November 10thand 
is currently up for Pre-order!

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He never meant to hurt her.

Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.

Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.

Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.

Asa-- Jay Crownover!!!!

Well, I have to say that it does make perfect sense to close out this awesome series with Asa's story. The one man, who never thought he was a true member of the family, is fitting to be the final one to get his HEA. The fact that his HEA comes in the form of the same cop that arrested him months prior, Royal Hastings, made it even better!!!

We finally get to see Asa change his ways, proving that yes- a leopard can change his spots. Poor Asa walked around for so long, unable to let go of the guilt that he carried due to his former misdeeds. It broke my heart. Seeing this beautiful Southern man think that he is beyond repair, that he wasn't worthy of the love of his friends, his family- or even Royal. It killed me. So, I was an insta-fan of Royal's when I saw that she was super determined to show Asa that she was not going away. She wasn't giving up. And, she was damn sure going to prove that he was worthy of every ounce of love she had to offer.

Their story is just as hot and steamy as every couple's that came before, in the Marked Men series- it doesn't disappoint at all. Plus, we get in plenty of time with the rest of the gang, and see how far they have progressed over time. And personally, I love when an author does that- I want to see that those characters that I fell in love with are still living life to the fullest. Being happy. Being in love.

Kudos to Jay, for another great book, and a wonderful way to close out the Marked Men series. Even though I hate to see it end, I'm excited to see what she has in store for us next. 5 stars!!!

And don’t miss the previous books in The Marked Men Series!






About Jay Crownover:

Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men series. She will also be introducing the dark and sexy world of The Point in a new series this summer starting with Better When He’s Bad. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.


Thursday, April 23, 2015

New Release & Review!! Property Of-- C.P. Smith!!!


“Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.” ― Oscar Wilde Author Nicola Royse dreamed of Scottish Highlanders as a teen then wrote about them as an adult. Always looking but never finding her own White Knight, she still held out hope that he would one day ride up on his trusty steed. He rode up all right, on a silver Harley with heat in his eyes and a detective's badge on his hip while she and her friends plotted her first contemporary romantic suspense. Of course, life couldn't' imitate art without a killer on the loose, one that had Nicola and her friends in his sights. Detective Dallas Vaughn dedicated his life to catching killers. Then one day he bumped into the girl-next-door, and all that changed. Now he's her White Knight fighting against a Dark Prince—one who would love to see her dead.



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“Sweetheart, I’m a cop.  I don’t take anything at face value, nor do I assume.  I’d been thinkin’ about the taste of your lips since the first time you spilled coffee on me.  Since an opportunity presented itself, I took it,” he answered with a shrug.  “As for yesterday, I decided I was done thinkin’ about the taste of your lips and was putting you on notice.”  I didn’t know what to do with all that, but something he said caught my attention more than his thinking he could put me on notice—whatever that meant. And since I clearly liked to embarrass myself, and he was willing to answer, I decided to go for the gusto. Drawing in a deep breath for courage, I leaned forward and asked, “Um, how exactly did I taste?” I really needed to know the answer to this. I’ve written this scene a hundred times, the one where the hero talks about a woman tasting sweet like honey, and I had to know if it was true. 

  Dallas’ eyes seemed to turn from a rich honey to a darker amber color, and the air around us hummed with energy as he stared back at me. My heart started beating rapidly when he leaned forward, so only I could hear, and whispered, “Like apple pie and sex.” 

  “Really?” I whispered back as my gaze moved to his lips, wondering if he would ever kiss me again. 

  “Nicola.” “Yeah?” I answered as I thought about nipping his lower lip, then sucking it into my mouth. 

  “If you don’t stop starin’ at my lips I’m gonna haul you out of that chair and kiss you until your legs give out. Then I’ll carry you to my car and everyone in this place will know exactly what we’re doin’.” “Does that really happen?” I breathed out as my eyes shot to his. 

  Clearly, something about this guy brought out my inner hussy since the thought of sex in his car wasn’t exactly the deterrent he thought it was. I was honestly considering testing the truthfulness of his statement. 

  “Does what really happen?” “Being kissed so thoroughly your legs go weak.” “Babe,” was his only reply, as if I’d insulted his ability to kiss me senseless. “Oh, wow.” I sighed. His response . . . “You better fuckin’ believe it!”

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What else can I say, except that CP has done it again!! She has brought to life yet another, hot and yummy alpha male- that we can all swoon over. Dallas- oh, Dallas. Not only is he a cop (yeah, the hubs is one- so, I'm quite partial), but he is totally alpha. Loyal and protective. Hot and sexy. Just absolutely swoon worthy. Add to that wonderful combo, the fiesty and fun Nicola, and we have a recipe for a great story!! 

Nicola, a romance author herself, still lacks that real life experience when it comes to the hot and passionate romance that she writes about in her books, so- she decides to do a little "research" for her next novel. With the help of her rag tag band of hilarious gal pals, she sets out to see what all of the fuss is about, while enlisting the "unsolicited" help of the hot as sin cop, that she cannot get off of her mind. 

Now, the thing about CP's books, is that they aren't just rainbows and butterflies. There is always some type of suspense in the story as well. Because, really- we don't wanna get bored, do we?? So, with a crazy killer on the loose in Property Of, Dallas decides that he is gonna be Nicola's new shadow- whether she likes it or not. Hence the aforementioned "unsolicited" help. I promise you, hilarity ensues at the hands of these two, along with their crazy gang of friends, and Nicola's twin brothers. All in all, this book is amazing, and one you can't miss out on reading. It's a complete standalone, so no need to worry about reading any others beforehand. 

Now, go on and pick it up now- you won't be disappointed!! 5 huge stars!!!


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C.P. Smith is a stay-at-home mom with a keyboard. She's never serious and lives inside her head. FACEBOOK | GOODREADS | AMAZON | TWITTER.


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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Cover Reveal!!! Resentment-- Nicole London!!!

Title: Resentment
Author: Nicole London
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
 Release Date: Summer 2015


noun re•sent•ment \ri-ˈzent-mənt\

The act of hating – no, fucking loathing Dean Collins. (Yes, I’m well aware that’s not the actual definition, but it might as well be . . .)

It’s been ten years since we've seen each other and the feelings are still as strong.

I’m not going to bore you with all the details of how our love was once intoxicating, consuming, and perfect.

Because it was . . . until it wasn't.

I've been fine without him. I haven’t missed his cruelty, his coldness and his spite.

And after the ugliest breakup in the history of breakups, I forced myself to move on.

Year by year, the feelings I had for him slowly drifted away, but one encounter with him recently changed everything. One encounter made me realize how the heart doesn't forget shit, and how my mind is going to have to work overtime to make sure I never forget my definition of resentment.

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Nicole London is an aspiring author who is currently trapped in a terrible 9 to 5 and wishes Starbucks actually made decent drinks. She recently discovered her passion for writing after reading a ton of amazing indie books, and she's gearing up to publish her first book this summer.

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Blog Tour!!! High Strung & Crash Ride-- T. Gephart!!!!





Ashlyn Murphy was not living the dream. Twenty-seven years old, college educated, up to her eyeballs in debt and yet she’d been relegated to pouring beers at a local bar. She desperately needed an out and was willing to do anything to get back into the corporate world. Well, almost anything. Dan Evans, Rock Star was NOT one of those things. In fact she despised him. Apparently he didn’t get the memo.

Dan Evans, bass player of international rock band Power Station had it all. He was rich, travelled the world, played to millions of adoring fans and had no shortage of beautiful women willing to share his bed. He didn’t need a moody redheaded knockout with a superiority complex complicating his life. Or did he?

When two people who couldn’t be more opposite cross paths, it’s bound to be explosive; sometimes all you can do is sit back and enjoy the show.  

How in the world did I survive before Power Station??? OMG these guys are insanely good!! And, oh so very yummy. While the entire band consists of Alex, James, Jason, Dan and Troy- we only pick up with Dan's story. At this point Alex and James already have their HEA's going on (although, Alex and Lexi have their story to play out in T's other series, The Lexi Stories. 
So, Dan Evans, the bassist for Power Station, and official manwhore of the band- tags along with Alex one day to Lexi's office (with the ulterior motive of trying to hit on her assistant- see, total manwhore)...... Anyway, he tags along with Alex, and encounters Ashlyn. Ashlyn just happens to be applying for the job as Lexi's new assistant, and while it isn't her dream job- she knows that it will be a definite step up from slinging drinks at the bar, where she currently works. So, boy meets girl- and the sparks fly. But not the good ones. He is immediately taken with the fiesty redhead, and does whatever he can to rile her up, all while checking her out (remember, manwhore). While Ashlyn, on the other hand, thinks Dan is the rudest and most offensive man that she has ever met. Absolute hilarity.
Needless to say, neither can get the other off of their mind, and when a chance meeting at a nightclub later on occurs, the sparks again fly. And this time, they aren't necessarily the wrong kind. So begins a unique and sexy friendship between the two, with Dan doing whatever he can to show Ash that he isn't taking no for an answer. He is determined to show her that he can, and has, changed his ways- and he is the man for her. 
Their story does have its fair share of struggles, with Ash being her own worst enemy sometimes, but luckily- it all works out for them in the end. I fell head over heels for this reformed manwhore, and loved him to pieces by the end. 
5 stars for this amazing book!!


I stood, in preparation for my turn, when I felt a shadow cast over me blocking out the midday sun. It was just my luck to finally get an interview with a halfway decent job and some crazy-ass Armageddon took over New York. I slowly turned—might as well get a good view of whatever fate was about to befall me—and I almost smacked directly into Alex Stone.
Alex Stone was the lead guitarist of the band, Power Station, and while I had not been a fan of the band, I was definitely an appreciator of this fine specimen in front of me. Standing six four, with an amazingly toned body, ice-blue eyes, and magnificent blond hair, he had been engineered to be a sex symbol. Rivaling Michelangelo’s David, he was chiseled to perfection. The fact I didn’t care for his music did not detract from my fascination. In fact he could probably give up his music career, stand in the Met Museum and allow us mortals to glare longingly at him all day. What? Living art is a legitimate gig.
"Hello," Alex purred, dazzling me with his amazing devilish grin. "Are you waiting to see Lexi?"
Of course I knew Lexi Reed was not only the band’s publicist but also married to the guitarist, aka the guy in front of me, but man, Lexi was like Barbie. The bitch had everything.
I blinked, allowing my eyes to float down his sexy muscular chest and noticed he had a Baby Bjorn carrier with a sleeping infant inside strapped across it, hindering my view. I think my ovaries just exploded. It was too much. Because when Alex wasn’t sending the panty-wearing population into overdrive by being a rock god, he was a new dad to his baby daughter, Grace. I mean, seriously, how could a woman not swoon over that deadly combination?
"Um," I mumbled like a moron, all my years of education flashing before my eyes, unable to make my mouth function. He was talking to me?
"I’m just going to need a moment of her time, mind if I step in ahead of you?" His smooth voice curled around every word, making love to it.
I nodded wordlessly, feeling compelled to continue the moronic theme I had running. It was better than throwing myself at his feet and worshiping him, a very real danger the longer he stood there. He was more than just good-looking, he was obscenely attractive, and I had this unbelievable urge to lick him, slowly, like a cat.
Taking my wide-eyed, enthusiastic nod as a yes and seeing he wasn’t going to get anything more intelligible out of me, Alex strode into Lexi Reed’s office. I watched as his ridiculously hot body disappeared through the doorway, my eyes straining to catch the last glimpse of his incredibly toned ass before it slipped from view.
"He’s married and a douchebag," an uninvited voice said, pulling me from my happy place.
"Huh?" I twisted around, ready to disembowel the owner of said voice for ruining my Alex Stone fantasy.
"He," the owner of the voice pointed to the door Alex had just walked through, "Is. A. Douchebag." He enunciated slowly before continuing, "Alex. Is. Also. Mar-ried." He paused before each syllable for effect.
Standing in front of me, marring my memory of Alex, was the owner of the voice – an annoying man. Shorter than Alex, at what I assumed to be roughly six foot, he eyed me with more interest than I was comfortable with. He had a mess of dark hair, smoldering dark brown eyes, and was covered in tattoos, the evidence poking out from the sleeves of his T-shirt. Next to the word badass in the dictionary, I’m sure there was a picture of this guy. Dressed in torn, dark blue jeans, and a Misfits T-shirt, he was the epitome of a rock star, without the finesse Alex possessed. Despite his unkempt look he was strangely sexy, although his smug smile made me want to add ripping out his tongue to the disembowelment I already had planned.
"I heard what you said," I snapped. "There is nothing wrong with my hearing. I just don’t know why you cared to volunteer that information." Despite his good looks, I think if either of those two men was a douchebag it would be the one who was still talking to me.
"Oh cool, you talk." He laughed. "I just wasn’t sure if you were just a star-struck fan or you had a disability. I was trying to be polite." He moved closer, stretching out his hand. "I’m Dan. Dan Evans."
"I’m not a star-struck anything. And I don’t have a disability. I don’t know what you are talking about." I purposely rejected his handshake and instead adjusted my jacket, annoyed he had assumed I was just another one of those girls. Who was this guy anyway? Judging by his appearance, I guessed him to be another member of the band, possibly the drummer? He probably needed to compensate about not getting enough attention being holed up behind a drum kit.
"Look, it’s fine, babe. We’re used to it. Girls get crazy over us all the time. You don’t need to be embarrassed." He pulled back his hand and shrugged, seemingly unfazed by my lack of civility.
"I’m not embarrassed. And I’m not your babe. Whatever you think you saw, you were mistaken. I don’t get crazy." I was slightly embarrassed, but more irritated I’d been caught staring…and called on it.
"Sure. Okay. You don’t want to admit it, that’s fine but I know what I saw, and you were throwing so much heat in Stone’s direction I’m surprised the paint didn’t peel off the wall." He pulled out a stick of gum and popped it into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the fact I was irate. Clearly not a gentleman.
"Oh my god. I was not throwing heat. Are you insane?" I hissed, my embarrassment manifested into full-blown anger as I tried my best to save face. No matter how gorgeous this man in front of me was, I was not going to let him get the better of me.
"You can keep denying it all you like, babe. Makes no difference to me. I just thought I’d be charitable and point out it’s a waste of your time." He chewed on his gum, smirking. "You have a better chance of the Cleveland Indians winning a World Series than Stone sleeping around. Now me on the other hand, I don’t have those kinds of restrictions."
My face flushed with anger, as I officially wanted to kill him. Yet stupidly, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was as he smugly stood in front of me, his broad chest filling the material of the tee that did little to hide the toned flesh that lay beneath. What the hell was wrong with me? He was rude, arrogant and probably teeming with every STD known to man, and he’d called me babe…twice. I was not going there.
"Did you take some kind of class to learn how to be so offensive or is this a natural ability?" I leaned forward, refusing to allow him the pleasure of knowing he was getting under my skin.
"How did I offend you? I have been nothing but polite. I haven’t even looked at your tits." Dan stared at me bewildered, actually confused.
"Wow. My tits and the rest of me thank you for your lack of interest." I gave him my best death stare, disappointed I didn’t have some mutant ability that would render him incapacitated. I blamed my pre-teen fixation with comic books for giving me such unrealistic expectations.
"Don’t mention it. They are a little on the small side, it makes things easier." He shrugged, talking about my breast size like it was no big deal. The edges of his mouth curved as his eyes dipped down to gaze at my aforementioned tits, which were thankfully contained by my conservative business shirt.
"Really? You’re not even going to hide the fact you are now staring at my breasts?"
"Well now we are talking about them, I kinda can’t help myself." He grinned, not even having the decency to be remorseful. "You know, now that I’ve looked at them, they don’t seem so bad. You should maybe pop a button or two though, work with what you got."



Megan Winters had lusted over Troy Harris, drummer for international rock band Power Station, for years. Not being the type of girl who was invited backstage, her fantasies had stayed just that, fantasies. When her best friend unexpectedly starts dating one of the other band members it puts her on a crash course at war with her libido. Her solution— they need to have sex. Surely once she had scratched that itch, and saw the fantasy didn’t live up to the reality she could move on. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Troy Harris vowed to stay away from Megs. The sexy, smart and funny blonde left his mind and his body feeling like a pretzel. No matter how attracted he was to her, she was a no-go zone. The best friend of his best friend’s girlfriend? Cue the reality show. But when she gives him the chance to have a one-night no strings good time, there was no way he could turn that down. Maybe she was right. One night, and then they could go back to being just friends.

Both of them were delusional.

Book two of the Power Station series

Troy Harris!!! Yeah, I know I can just call him Troy- but really, does it even have the same effect?? Nope, I didn't think so. Now that we have that out of the way, I can gush over how much I LOVED Troy and Megs!!!! I didn't know if Troy was going to be able to dethrone Dan on the romantic factor, but he most certainly has. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't the manwhore that Dan was to begin with, or that he immediately knew he wanted Megs, or even that he tried tooth and nail to fight it- all for the sake of the the band. Who knows?? All I do know, is that he is freaking awesome. Mohawk and all. I want my own Troy Harris- plain and simple.
Megs and Troy, both best pals to Ash and Dan (respectively), met during that fateful night at the nightclub in Ash and Dan's book. And their sparks?? They were ALL good. Megs had long harbored a crush on Troy, and was already a huge Power Station fan when they met, so she was immediately smitten. Troy, however, was a bit more reserved in his admiration. While he most certainly thought that Megs was beautiful, and wanted her- he was hesitant to rock the friendship boat. 
Megs had a simple solution (or so she thought)- one night together, and it would get them out of each other's system. 
If only things went as planned................
So begins their story of an amended friendship, more of a "beneficial" partnering than normal pals. And, it is phenomenal!!! Troy, sweet Troy- I just wanted to eat him up when all was said and done. He stuck by Megs through so much, even during the most gut wrenching of times. He was there. Solid and resolute in his love for her. It was beautiful.
Do not miss out on this amazing series, as there is another book coming- the story of Jase. These guys are wonderful, and I can assure you that you won't be disappointed!!
5 stars!!!


It’s not like I had spent the last six months pining after a guy I couldn’t have. No, I had brushed myself off and went full steam ahead in trying to find a distraction. Any distraction. Not that I started bedding strange men and having one-night stands, but I was certainly more open to a casual relationship. I was actively dating and I’d always had a healthy sex life, but the last couple of months… well I was a little bored with what the life buffet had offered me. Maybe it’s the bad-boy hang up or the allure of the forbidden, but the reasons why Troy and I shouldn’t sleep together were making less and less sense. After all, we were adults. Rational ones even. Well, for the most part. Feelings wouldn’t even have to come into it. Who says it has to be a relationship? It could just be just sex. Maybe once we’d had sex, the whole forbidden fruit issue would be gone, thus remedying the situation. Maybe, it would be like a vaccination, sort of like when they give you the live virus of something to prevent a full-blown outbreak. It would definitely cure the sexual frustration I had going on.
"Um, Megs? Where did you go?" Troy’s raised eyebrow hinted at the fact I’d zoned out again. It seemed to be a real hazard when I was around him. I hadn’t even noticed we reached the stairs that lead to the VIP area.
"I was just thinking…" I swallowed. My heartbeat raced as I contemplated what I was about to say. Best not to over thinking it, I didn’t want to lose my nerve. I was also stone cold sober, as Troy had helpfully pointed out, so there was no way I could blame my future actions on inebriation. Still, there was a sure fire way to stop the loop of crap rolling around in my head and that way was standing in front of me. Sue me if I sounded desperate, I really didn’t care about public opinion, what I needed was to lose myself for an hour or two. And the person I wanted to do that with was Troy. Here goes nothing. I was about to test my theory once and for all to prove that honesty is in fact the best policy.
"We should have sex."
"Whoa. Um. Megs. Maybe we should get a drink first. Maybe sit down?" Troy smiled but didn’t act shocked. After all, the flirting was nothing new so he probably assumed this was just an extension of that. Turning it up a notch, if you will. I could tell he didn’t think it was a legitimate proposition. I would fix that.
"No seriously. The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced we should do it."
He lowered his face inches from mine. "Megs, didn’t we already agree dating would be a bad idea?"
"Who said anything about dating? No, I’m talking about fucking. Just sex. Purely physical," I clarified in case there was any confusion. I figured if I was going to sell this baby, I had to do it justice and leaving wiggle room in the interpretation would not do.
His eyes narrowed, realizing I was serious. "Were you drinking before you got to Ash and Dan’s?"
Laughing would be inappropriate, and would not help my cause, so I tried not to. It wasn’t easy. Sure what I was asking was slightly out of character—scratch that, extremely out of character—but I had suggested it in the past. Granted I’d been drunk, and my lets-have-sex had been off-the-cuff, but a proposal had been made. What did I have to lose? "No. I’m completely sober. Actually, this is the clearest my mind has been in a long time."
"So we’re just supposed to fuck and then stay friends?" His eyes were a mix of contradiction and confusion. Strangely, it just made him even more alluring. "I really don’t think that works out that way for anyone."
While I admired his integrity on the issue—really, give the man a round of applause—it was his other attributes I was interested in tonight. It wasn’t going to turn into some long and romantic love story. I was okay with that. I was surprised I hadn’t come to this conclusion sooner. Sex was definitely the answer. "No, not if they go in with other expectations. Of course, we know better. No emotional attachment, just fulfilling a primal need."
His mouth curved into a grin and despite my indecent proposal, he didn’t seem pissed. "Megs, think about what you are saying. Once you go there, you can’t un-go there. We both know it’s not that simple."
"Are you two coming up or what? I thought we were going to party tonight, not have a PTA meeting on the stairs," Dan called from the top of the stairs, his arm around Ash. I guess they had finally noticed our absence, or potentially heard the whistle of the crazy train threatening to take me away.
"Shut up, asshole. We’ll be there in a minute." Troy turned and called back to him over the noise. Secretly I was glad he hadn’t just shot down the conversation. It would be premature to high-five myself just yet.
Dan rolled his eyes but didn’t seem overly concerned as he allowed Ash to pull him away. She gave me a quick wink and a smile just before they disappeared from view. I would have to thank her for that later; her intuition guessing it was a conversation that didn’t need an interruption. She didn’t need to know the finer details, especially seeing as I had no idea what I was actually doing.
I leaned in closer to Troy, needing to know if I was fighting a losing battle. "Aren’t you even the slightest bit turned on by me?"
"Megs, my dick is about to get choked out by my jeans. Trust me, not being turned on is not the issue here."
So I wasn’t imagining it. He was interested. Or at the very least his dick was, and lets face it, that was the only part we really needed to be on board. Yep, we can officially declare me out of control. Maybe the stress really was getting to me? Whatever the excuse, I was going with it. I’d come this far, might as well jump off the cliff. I had always been an overachiever.
"I think you are over-thinking this. Here is the way I see it. I have had a really bad week, horrendous even. And what I would really like right now is sex. Just to lose myself in a raging, screaming orgasm. Nothing fancy, as long as we both get off. Now, I know I could find some random guy and take him home, but I would really prefer for it to be you. Who gives me the orgasm, I mean."
Troy cocked an eyebrow as he considered my offer. "And you think we can just have sex and shit won’t be awkward later?"
"I know so. Besides, I think it might actually help us." At the very least help me. Possibly even cure me of my crazy obsession all while helping me forget my mental baggage. There really wasn’t a drawback as far as I was concerned.
"How do you figure?"
I took a deep breath. This is what I like to call my finishing maneuver. The final wrap up. The end argument. "Well, I’ve always had a thing for you. I’d go to shows and see you on stage and secretly wonder what it would be like. Knowing you hasn’t really stopped me from thinking about it. If we did it, then maybe I could stop looking at you and wondering what it would feel like to come with your cock inside me."
His jaw tightened, as his eyes raked up and down my body. The intensity of his stare made me feel naked.

"Fuck." He hissed out a breath.


T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.

T's approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.

With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.

While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have travelled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley the wonder dog.

An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident who didn't lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn't let it go.

T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colourful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!

Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.