Five boys brought together by fate. Five young men trying to overcome their troubled pasts. Five tattoos marking them as a brotherhood built on tragedy. Will they find understanding and rise above the pain?
Five girls tied by friendship. Five young women fighting their own demons. Five lives laced with sorrow. Will they be strong enough to save the men they love and make them happy?
The series is composed of five interconnected, stand-alone novels: Asher, Tyler, Zane, Dylan and Rafe.
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Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MME fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed
into the present, loyalty and raw emotion. Add to that breathtaking suspense, super-hot sex scenes and a happy ending, and you have a Jo Raven® story.
When a freak snowstorm forces pilot, Shane Saliasi, to make an unscheduled landing in Rhode Island, he has no idea that the next few hours will change everything.
Kendall Dean is frantic to get to Boston. She’s left everything behind to make a desperate plea to the one person who has the power to change her life.
When destiny puts them on the same path at The Layover Diner, a life will hang in the balance and only one of them will have the power to change their fate.
MJ Carnalis a USA TODAY Bestselling Romance Author who lives in South Carolina. Her love of the written word began while listening to her mother’s poetry as a child and has been a creative outlet ever since. When she isn't writing, you can find her watching episodes of The Walking Dead and terrible reality television, having tea parties with her daughter, Singing karaoke for anyone who will listen and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She has a small obsession with Dr. Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds,Sour Patch Kids, and So You Think You Can Dance.
Published: October 20, 2015Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Shaken to his core, the loss was excruciating…
Jackson Sawyer was strong, confident, cocky, and arrogant, but when he loved, he loved hard.
The Sawyer family was faced with a tragedy that rocked their foundation. Jackson, however, was hit the hardest. He’s the one who can't seem to rise above the grief.
It has overtaken him…
Until he finds Bailey Whitmore. She also has a darkness she just can't shake. Yet she hides it well—tucking her sadness away, and shadowing it with a spunky attitude.
But those demons have a way of showing up when you least expect it…
Love is intense.
Loss is inevitable.
Pain and anger are unavoidable.
Will they find the strength to rebuild their tainted hearts together?
Or will it go against…Jackson’s Destiny?
“C.A. Harms has created a fast paced read that will take your heart away. It will make you laugh and love all at the same time. I truly loved this storyline and the depth of the main characters.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer
“Like always I have a lot of praise for C.A Harms, for she is a true story-teller and place would on a page that will have you glued to a book till the very end like all her other book this one will not disappoint, and you will want her to find you a Prince Charming or cowboy just like the ones she writes about.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer
“WOW! These Sawyer brothers are some HOT cowboys! I usually don't care too much for stories that are about cowboys, but after reading C.A. Harms' "cowboys", I'm starting to change my mind! They are starting to make me think I should have gotten myself a cowboy! LOL.” ~ I Love Story Time
I heard Olivia’s laughter just before the front door opened. “I did not,” she said.
“Oh yes you did,” Jackson insisted as he dropped his keys onto the table next to the couch. “Thank God it wasn’t Bailey’s Jeep. Hell, she would flip her shit if it was.”
That comment caught my full attention. “What happened?”
They both turned to face me, and Jackson grinned. Pointing toward Liv, he continued to taunt her with his orneriness. “Little Miss Speed Demon here wrecked my truck.”
Olivia’s eyes widened, and she looked like she was panicking. “You liar. You said you’d never tell.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The two of them were always so funny together. They would pick and prod at one another, always trying to get under one another’s skin, even over little things.
“Bailey is different,” Jackson said as he walked around the counter and placed his hand on my hip. “She’s the cool aunt who’s with the cool uncle, and she ain’t gonna say shit. Are ya, babe?”
Before I could answer, he leaned forward and placed a kiss against my lips. Not one of those soft, sweet kisses but one of the hard, loud ones that was playful and full of silliness.
“Besides, I need her to run into town and pick up the tire after Booker gets it mounted and balanced.”
“Tire?’ I asked.
“Yep. Never yell ‘squirrel’ when a teenage girl is behind the wheel.” Jackson widened his eyes. “I should have just let her hit it.”
“There was no squirrel, you fool,” Olivia fired back, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I know. It was a reflex test, and darlin’, you failed that shit,” he told her with a chuckle.
I was so damn lost at this point. “Wait, what happened, exactly?”
“This dumbass yelled ‘squirrel,’ and I freaked out. But there was no damn squirrel; he just wanted to see how I would react.” She looked away from me and narrowed her eyes at Jackson. “He scared the hell out of me, and I ran off the road.”
“‘Ran off the road,’ hell,” Jackson barked. “She went down in the ditch and blew out my tire. Bent my rim to shit and crushed my running board.” He leaned over the counter, placing his elbow on the marble top. “Oh, and let’s not forget about the hood and windshield.”
“What happened to the hood and windshield?” I asked.
Jackson stared at Olivia, and she stared back at him. They were waiting for the other to explain.
“Fine,” Olivia huffed. “I hit Mr. Burk’s irrigation equipment. Well, just the side of it. It scraped the hood and cracked the windshield. But in my defense, it’s the dumbass’s fault for yelling ‘squirrel.’”
I could no longer hold back my laughter. I bent at the waist, and tears blurred my vision as I howled. Jackson was right; I wouldn’t say a word, but I sure as hell was going to take a few minutes to be amused by the situation he and Liv had found themselves in.
“Damn,” he groaned as he pushed farther inside. His head tipped back as he thrust forward, taking that last inch. I felt so full, so consumed by Jackson. That realization overwhelmed me and left me feeling so raw. I closed my eyes tightly, concentrating on the pleasure alone, willing away the emotions it brought on.
“Eyes,” Jackson demanded. “I need your eyes on me.”
I looked at him as he lowered his body over mine, placing his arms under my shoulders, keeping himself extended above me. “When I’m inside you, I need your eyes on me,” he whispered. “I wanna know what you’re feeling, know you’re with me completely.”
“I’m with you,” I assured him as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me.
He lowered his lips to mine as he began to thrust inside of me. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm as his tongue in my mouth mimicked the motion of his cock inside me. I could feel myself building to a climax once more, and I knew Jackson could feel it too as he lifted his head and looked at me. My eyes fluttered shut from the intense orgasm cresting inside me.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate to obey, and our eyes locked on one another. “When you hit that peak, I need to see you.” Jackson lowered his hand to where we were joined and began rubbing his thumb over my clit, applying just enough pressure. I moaned as I began to fall over the edge.
“Yes.” I bit down on my lip and focused on his lust-filled eyes.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. And in that moment, I did feel beautiful. Jackson made me feel a whole lot of things I hadn’t before. He gave me everything I had been missing but had never demand because I didn’t think I was worthy of happiness. And now that I’d sampled what being his was like, I knew nothing would ever compare.
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.
When
Jake Munroe moves into his new apartment he has no idea the woman of his dreams
is literally right next door. She’s beautiful, sexy, and frustratingly elusive.
Finding the right time to make his move seems like it will never come, until
she walks through the doors of his nightclub.
Sally
isn’t looking for a new relationship but when Jake appears in her life, she grabs
the opportunity to partake in some sexual healing. Her ex-husband left her
convinced she could never sexually excite or satisfy a man, but those rule
don’t seem to apply to Jake. He wants her—at least for now.
Desire
rules us all and Jake's desire for Sally is unequalled to anything he’s
experienced before. He wants her in his life and is determined to have her, no
matter what it takes. When he thinks he's finally made Sally his own, he
discovers a horrible truth. Sally has kept their relationship hidden from
everyone she knows and Jake refuses to be anyone’s secret plaything.
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Excerpt
Something icy cold pressed against
Sally’s arm and she felt another chill run through her. She raised her head and
stared at the large glass of water in front of her.
“You’re probably
dehydrated. You hardly stopped dancing all night.” The deep, smooth voice
washed over her, causing her body to begin to heat once more.
Sally turned her head
toward the warmth and when she finally managed to focus her eyes, she wanted to
moan in ecstasy. If there really was
a God then he had truly out done himself. The man smiling down at her was
perfection. He sat on the bar stool next to her, leaning against the wall. His
hair was dark, almost black and hung just below his broad shoulders in long
tantalizing waves. It sat brushed back from his face at the front, except for
one stray curly strand that had worked its way loose to kiss up against his
cheekbone.
His eyes were dark like his
hair and conveyed the same warmth as his voice. His lips were thick and lush, ideal
for kissing. As her gaze roamed down his body, she was taken by the hard chest
and abs that were defined under his tight T-shirt, his legs were a lengthy
example of perfection, muscular thighs under dark denim, and a bulge—Sally
snapped her eyes back to his face and hoped she wasn’t blushing.
“Drink.” He leaned forward
and spoke softly into her ear.
Oh, how could a man smell
so divine? She had never smelt a man like him before. Sally’s pussy started to
tingle, as he watched her bring the glass to her lips, and take a refreshing
drink. She inhaled deeply. Accents of cinnamon and spice tantalized her
nostrils. Talk about olfactory heaven.
“I just thought I’d sit
here while I waited for my friends.” Sally had no idea why she felt the need to
explain her presence to him and couldn’t understand why he looked at her with a
wry smile as she spoke.
“I think they’ve left.” He
gestured toward the dance floor.
“Oh God, I fell asleep didn’t
I?” Sally was horrified once she realized the house lights were on and the
dance floor empty. In fact the whole club was empty except for a few bar staff
who were cleaning up.
“We cleared everyone out
and closed the club about forty minutes ago.” He was smiling at her as he
spoke. “You looked so peaceful I thought I’d let you sleep until I was ready to
leave.”
Sally gasped when his body
brushed against hers as he bent forward, a blaze of heat stroking her body
where he touched. She noticed how his gaze roamed along her stockinged legs as
he bent to pick up her shoes. As he returned to an upright position, his lips
brushed against her leg and he planted a kiss on the lace that sat mid-thigh.
She wanted to move, to push her wayward hemline back in place. Instead she just
stared at the heated point where his lips had been, feeling the warmth spread
upward toward her quickly moistening pussy.
“Nice stockings.” He stated
as he took her hand and assisted her in stepping down from the stool. Sally
wasn’t sure how she did it, but she managed to pull the hem of her dress back
into position as he led her through a door and down a hallway to the club’s
back entrance.
Writing a bio that lets readers know who you are is
tricky at times because I describe myself in so many ways. Like my books, I
fall into different genres, all of which depend on my mood and inspiration at
the time. I am a writer, a submissive, an orphan, a widow, a sister, an aunt, a
friend, and sometimes, a wild child.
I live in Australia and writing is my passion, although
finding the time to do it on a consistent basis is always a challenge for me.
Life sends you curve balls when least expected them and I’ve had my fair share
over the last few of years.
My writing currently falls under a variety of genres
including BDSM, contemporary romance, and romantic suspense but who knows where
my literary future will lead. That’s going to be the next exciting chapter of
my life.
More information about what I’m up to, and general nonsense,
is available by checking out my online hangouts.
For years, I lived for the job and let it control me. Violence was all I knew. I protected, killed, and served. My name is Blake Evans, one of the best undercover cops in the country. I thought I was about to live a quiet life on my ranch in Wyoming until an old friend showed up and changed everything. He brought me her, Hadley Rivers, country music sensation and the one woman I couldn’t have. I didn’t want her but she had me completely roped in.
My job is to protect her, to keep her away from some psycho who wants her for himself. However, there’s more to her story than I was led to believe. I promised to keep her safe and I won’t back down . . . even if I have to die trying. I can’t let him have her.
The sound of crunching gravel caught my attention. I turned to the driveway. “Dammit! He’s back already?” Shit, shit, shit. I patted Nightshade’s nose and hopped off the fence. “I gotta go, boy. I’ll give you another apple tomorrow.” By the time I got to the barn and peeked around the corner, Blake had already parked his truck in front of the house. I was hoping like hell he didn’t see me.
“Hadley, I know you’re out there,” he called. He took off his T-shirt and crammed it into his back pocket.
“Dammit,” I hissed, crouching down low.
“Don’t you think it’s time we talked? You can’t hide from me forever.” His footsteps grew closer, so I hid inside one of the empty stalls, hoping he’d walk past. I slid down into the corner and held my breath as he walked by. “I want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings the other night.”
“Just drive the wedge in even harder, asshole,” I mumbled to myself.
“I need you to come out and talk to me. I can make you if I have to, which might be kind of fun for me. You don’t want me to enjoy this, do you?”
What I really wanted to do was smack him on the head. He was baiting me, but I couldn’t figure out the game.
“Hadley?” His voice grew farther away until I heard his footsteps leave the barn. Once I heard the patio door of the house slam shut, I knew I only had a couple of minutes to get out of the barn. Taking a deep breath, I slowly got to my feet and glanced over the stall; the coast was clear. I had no clue where I was going to go, but anything was better than being stuck in a stall.
The wooden door of the stall creaked and I froze. Fuck. I held my breath and listened, but there were no footsteps approaching. As quietly as I could, I tiptoed my way to the back entrance of the barn and turned the corner, only to run right into Mr. Let’s Talk. He reached for my hand, but I jerked away from him.
“You didn’t think you fooled me back there, did you?”
“Fuck you,” I spat, turning on my heel. I marched off but he followed close behind. “I have nothing to say to you.”
“Well, too bad. I have a shit-ton to say to you. Now stop being a childish brat and give me one minute.”
Sucking in a breath, I froze. Did he really just call me a childish brat? Gritting my teeth, I faced him head on. I half expected him to smirk, but there was nothing but seriousness in his stormy gray gaze.
“All right, this ends now,” I snapped, pushing on his chest. He stepped back, his jaw clenched tight. “You may think what I’ve done is childish, but I’m pissed and embarrassed. I show up naked in your room, just to have you turn me down; to tell me you wouldn’t want to take a chance on me. I may have had a little buzz at the beginning of the night, but I was nowhere near drunk. It was the only thing that gave me the courage to tell you how I felt.”
Huffing, I turned and marched out of the barn. “Now I just feel like a fucking idiot. So, by all means, make me sit down and hear all the reasons why you don’t want to be with me. Go ahead and call me childish. I don’t care anymore,” I said, waving my arms in the air. “At least I wasn’t afraid to let you in.”
My heart thundered in my chest. It felt good to scream out my feelings, but now they were no longer mine. Anger could make a person say just about anything.
Out of nowhere, a rope lassoed around my body. I screamed when it bit into my skin, burning as Blake tightened it, roping me in. I struggled to break free, but it was so tight, even my hands started to tingle. I tried to stand my ground, but the harder he pulled, the tighter it got.
“Dammit, Blake. Let me go! I can’t feel my hands.” I had no choice but to willingly move my feet. If I didn’t, he’d drag me across the ground through the dirt. My dignity was more important.
“You shouldn’t have walked away,” he growled, his voice by my ear. He jerked me around and pushed me into one of the empty stalls. I turned my face away, but he grabbed my chin. “I don’t think so, princess. You’re going to look at me when I say this. Do you want me to tie your hands and feet together too?”
I had no doubt he’d do it. “Fine,” I spat, lifting my glare to his. “What do you want?”
His lips closed over mine, hard and raw as he forced his tongue inside. I tried to fight him off, but it was a half-assed attempt. Who was I kidding? I didn’t want him to stop. Not to mention, I couldn’t move. I was at his mercy, and I liked it. He pushed me into the wall, rubbing his arousal against me. Moaning, I bit his lip and he pulled away.
“You,” he growled, leaning his forehead to mine. “I’ve always wanted you, even when you thought I didn’t.”
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can’t forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.
Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over twenty novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency and Italia Gandolfo of Gandolfo Helin & Fountain Literary Management for dramatic rights.
