Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Unbeautiful Release Day Launch by Jessica Sorensen

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Happy Release Day to Jessica Sorensen and her new book UNBEAUTIFUL! This is book 1 in the Unbeautiful Series. Make sure to enter the giveaway below for a chance to win an ebook copy of this book. Good luck!
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Synopsis
Emery
You want to know my secrets? What lies beneath the pretty? The scars I can’t let anyone see? The scars tied to my secrets? On the outside I appear normal. Some might even say perfect. They say that I’m a pretty girl. They say I should be happy. They say that I have nothing to be angry about. That I’m popular. A cheerleader. That I’m perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. But all they see is what’s on the outside. On the inside I’m raw, open, bleeding. Scars that can’t seem to heal the wounds. Carrying dark secrets about who I really am. How afraid I am to tell the truth. And it’s slowly killing me. Ryler Tattoos. Piercing. Scars. The guy who can’t speak. Gothic freak. Mute. Punk. I’ve heard it all. They say that I’m probably dangerous. They say people should stay away from me. They say. They say. They say. But who are they anyway? To decide what I am. They don’t know what’s hidden beneath the scars. Beneath the piercings and tattoos. The secrets I keep hidden beneath the silence. Maybe if they knew, they wouldn’t fear me so much. Then again, maybe they’d fear me more.
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Excerpt
“How long have you lived here?” I recline against the railing of the stairway and wrap my arms around myself as the cool air nips at my skin. He rubs his jawline with one hand while the other spells away, “A couple of months. It’s been an interesting change to go from Sin City to here.” “Sin City?” Strands of my hair fall into my face as I angle my head to the side in confusion. “What’s that?” “It’s a nickname for Vegas.” “Why is it called that?” A pucker forms at his brows as he brings his finger to his mouth and traces it back and forth across his bottom lip and over his lip ring. I’m absolutely mesmerized by the movement, drawn in by it to the point where I actually contemplate kissing him. I’ve never just planted one on a guy before; Evan was in total control of the relationship. Ryler moves his hand away from his lip and bites on his lip ring. “Because it’s a city with sins tempting people at every corner—gambling, booze, sex.” About a year ago, I lost my virginity to Evan, but standing here, watching Ryler sign sex while sucking on his lip ring, makes me feel like a virgin again. “Oh,” is all I manage to get out of my mouth. I only breathe normally again when he releases the metal from his teeth and drops his cigarette to the ground. “So, about the party.” He gestures at the door. “Do you want to come in for a while? They’re playing cards and there are drinks and snacks and stuff. Plus, your papers are in there.” His lips quirk to a half grin and my stomach somersaults. Do I want to come in? Boy, do I want. A lot. Even through the fear, I want to go through that door. More than I’ve ever wanted to do anything in my entire life. In the back of my mind, I hear the voices of my mother, father, and Evan whispering that what I’m about to do is wrong. I’m not being who I’m supposed to be. I’m being all wrong, imperfect. I’m surrounding myself with unbeautiful people, according to their standards. I smile the biggest smile that’s ever graced my lips, even though I’m terrified out of my mind. “A party sounds fun. I’ve never actually been to one.” “You seriously are sheltered, Emery.” He reaches for the doorknob but pauses. “I can help you change that.” He winks at me. The disapproving voices in my head continue to chant as I follow him inside and into the unknown. But the music swallows them up as soon as I step over the threshold. Everything in my mind quiets the moment I step into the room. Everything is still for the first time in my life without taking the medication. Playlist
AboutTheAuthorJessica SorensenThe New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives in the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Book Blitz: Wasted Love by Danielle Jamie



Title: Wasted Love  (Brooklyn Series #1)
Author: Danielle Jamie
Release Date: October 28, 2014



Prepare to laugh your butt off and become extremely hot & bothered! Brooklyn Bennett breaks the mold when it comes to female heroines she is not your average chick! She loves sex, hot guys, and her best friend Savannah fiercely and has a slight obsession with Jared Leto.


You got to know me in my best friend Savannah’s series. Now it’s my turn to tell you my story and for you to see my best friend's journey to her happily ever after through my eyes.

My life is far from the norm. First off, I’m not your average girl. I’m wild, crazy, and everyone who knows me say’s I’m a free spirit. I guess I am, because I don’t sweat the little things.

Life is too short.

I love hard and live harder. My dream is to become a star and that dream comes first and foremost before anything and anyone...except for my best friend Savannah, who I'd go to hell and back for. At 24 years old, I’m not looking for love. I’m just looking for a good time and a nice distraction after busting my butt on a movie set all week. The thought of falling in love has never crossed my mind. I’m too driven for love and everything that comes with it.

That is until I meet a certain Southern hottie by the name of Dixon Beaumont, who just so happens to be the cousin of Kayden Knox. He flips my world upside down the moment we meet.

The only problem is he’s the male version of me: Career driven and enjoying having a good time with no plans on settling down.

Throw in a bad boy rocker and a sweet Aussie and I find myself going from a simple, carefree life to a full-blown love square. It’s going to be dramatic. But hey, what’s life without a little drama?





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Amazon Bestselling Author and a mother of 3 wonderful kids. Madison 11 Bailey 7 and Finn 3. I run a successful online boutique, Bailey Booper’s Boutique; many of my items featured on Teen Mom 2.


I live in a small town in NY with my husband of 11 years, enjoying my happily ever after. My perfect day is spending time at the beach, I love the Ocean. I’m an outdoorsy type of girl; every chance I get I’m outside walking or running around with my kids.


I have been writing for as long as I can remember but I finally decide to pursue my dreams of sharing my stories with the world when I published my first Novel Irresistible Desire back in March 2013.





Friday, December 12, 2014

BLOG TOUR: MY LAST SEASON WITH YOU BY SVC RICKETTS

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Synopsis
“Dealing with your own terminal illness is easier than telling your best friend that you’re in love with her. Just sayin’.” – Regina Callahan
Reggie Callahan has come to terms with her prognosis of less than a year to live. She’s been dealing with it all summer thanks to blacking out and falling off her horse back home in Wisconsin. Instead of starting her junior year, she’s only back at New York University to tie up loose ends. One of them is breaking the news to her childhood friend, actress and model, Desi St. Clair. For Reggie, telling her that she is sick, and leaving the city is harder than learning you’re going to die.Until Desi kisses her. This isn’t a story about gender preference or about living with cancer. Plain and simple, it’s about love and what people are willing to endure to live without regrets and savor every moment. Portion of all sales will go to Free2Luv, a non-profit charity that supports anti-bullying & the freedom of expression. **This is a STANDALONE novella. It is not part of a series, and does not contain a cliffhanger. This book is intended for mature audiences. Does NOT contain explicit or graphic sexual scenes. **

REVIEW:

I am still reeling from this book it took me on a journey that I was not excepting, well I can’t really say that either…. I knew or I thought I knew I should say, but I really didn’t I took this book on and read it because it hit’s so close to home for me and I wanted to see how close this story is to the real life stuff. Well let me tell you, I can’t say for sure on the whole treatments but as a whole when it comes to cancer and how it affects you or your family, Yes she is. As matter a fact I felt as though I was right there with the characters. I couldn’t put the book down so I read it really fast I just had to know what happed yes it’s one of those kind of books, I love them kind of books though… haha

Okay so this book is F/F and I have to say this is my first ever F/F book I’ve read so going in I was a bit on the leery side not knowing what to except, but it wasn’t graphic at all there was some kissing but that’s not bad all graphic stuff was left out for the most part. I am all for f/f, or m/m each to their own, I strongly believe that is one’s own choice and no one should ever be judged upon that. I however know that is not how today world works, and so do these two characters. Regina aka Reggie is sick and has to tell her lifelong best friend Desi, but she doesn’t know how she’s going to bring herself to do it.  Once Desi sees Reggie she thinks after being gone for the last few weeks on a modeling gig she thinks Reggie is on drugs. So of course Reggie stuffs that out right away, and she tells Desi that she’s leaving school and that she’s sick.
What comes next surprises me and breaks me at the same time I feel so bad for both Reggie and Desi, they have been hiding behind a fake persona for most there teen and collage years or one of them has I should say… and know that the truth is out My heart hurts for the wasted time, but you can’t dwell on the past you have to live for today and this is a lesson that these characters are going to learn

“A sliver of life, that’s all I’ve been afforded. My heartbeat, my breath, and my dreams. Then again, I think they don’t actually belong to me; they belong to her. She is the everything that fills the space between my delirium and all that is tangible. She is the reason I wake every morning. She is why I must survive this. It is not hope that grows; it is a desperation to never be without her. Before her proclamation, I was good with my fate. But now, here with her, I want to fight it with every last bit of me.”


So Reggie moves home with her parents to forgo treatments, Desi comes and visits as much as possible between her crazy movie shoot and school. They promise each other “NO MORE WASTED TIME” over the course of the fall months Reggie is doing treatments and Desi is on set doing the movie the talk daily now and things are going better, Christmas is here and Oh my I can’t wait for you all to read this part of it!!! Yay 
for Christmas and Did I tell you I love Reggie’s parents there a couple of hippies and I just love them, J lol ….. I totally don’t want to do this book any harm by giving anything away it’s a must read it’s going to have you crying it’s going to have you laughing, it’s going to leaving you mad at times and asking why…. It’s going to rip you apart and gut you yep I said it I’m not going to lie, I can’t even go into details with you but it’s totally not even something you see coming is the worst part… I’m still kind of like omg….. what….. BUT…. The author did this for the Characters own good I can see that now, Now I can but still wow. Yes it’s worth it 100% worth it, Trust me the ending is wonderful and amazing and beautiful!!! I give My Last Season With You    5 ☆☆☆☆☆

Excerpt
THE FOLLOWING MORNING IS molasses of silence. Desi didn’t come to bed last night, and I surmise she slept in a guestroom when I wake alone.
Sounds of movement draws me into the kitchen, but Desi does not greet me. Both my parents say their good mornings like we are in a library. As I move around the kitchen, Desi stays opposite from wherever I go. It’s a dance I do not like. I do my best to counter her moves, but she evades well. When I reach out to her, her glare scorches and turns further efforts to ash.
Desi flattens me by announcing she’s trying to get a flight out early. Something about an agency party she has to go to. We all know it’s an excuse. She’s leaving because of me. Most likely she won’t get a flight out today, but if I let this simmer, there’s no way she’ll stay for Timeless’ annual New Year’s Eve party. My insides are churning; every second of silence is a razor blade slicing through me. I have to say something to make her stay. The looks I am getting from Mom and Dad tell me the same. I get up from the table with the intent of going to her, but she moves away from me again. The sharp pain of my nails digging into my palms is not enough detract how deeply that cuts me.
“I have a few calls to make,” she softly says grabbing her coat. I notice she grabs her Christmas presents too. And there it is—hope. Though the red hat and scarf are out the door before I can reach her.
The throbbing of my heart pulses in my ears. It is all I hear in the kitchen with the exception of the battery-operated clock ticking away on the wall. The echoes click seconds away as if reminding me my time is limited.
Dad gets up and walks to the sink, standing next to me. It feels like an intrusion, almost offensive, as he is filling the space Desi has abandoned. Putting his arm around my shoulders, he sighs. “Regina, don’t wait. Life is not practice for the real thing; it IS the real thing. We can’t wait for the next test result, we can’t wait for the next treatment; we can’t wait for the next next. Go ahead and give yourself permission to own the moment. Moments are ours for the taking, and we have to grab it whenever we can. Make every moment, and make it count. Love like you have no tomorrow.
Do you really want this to be the last thing she remembers? Live your joy, live your love, and live your life as if it is. Nothing else matters but you and her. Remember what you said: don’t live like you’re dying.”
Everything inside me is clamping down, and it steals my breath. I can’t lose her now, not after waiting for so long to be with her. I can’t lose my best friend and the girl I’ve loved all my life. Determined, I snatch my down coat and wool scarf. I throw a weak smile at Dad, telling him ‘thank you’ with my watery eyes, and with my heart in hand, I go to her—the reason I breathe.
A creak from the side door announces me, and her shoulders tense at the sound. Desi shoves her phone back in her pocket, wiping her face and sniffling. A weight drops low in my belly knowing I caused that reaction. My fingers find her tiny waist and I sigh, leaning the crown of my head against her back.
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper, barely louder than the snowflakes falling around us.
Her hand jetties to her mouth to stifle a whimper. Her tremor shakes a few tears loose from me, melting the snow-covered ground I am staring at. Breath from both of us is crystallizing fast and rapid, surrounding us in a mist.
“You’re right, I am a hypocrite, and I am selfish. I’m sorry, baby. I can’t stand making you cry.” I am grateful she allows my touch, so I risk slipping my arms around her waist.
She sniffles. “Do you know how hard it was to keep up appearances dating all those guys, pretending I didn’t just want to stay home with you? I wasted so much time, and for what? My career? My image? I kept thinking, if I saw a glimmer from you, then I could tell you. I kept looking for hints, and clues, and innuendos. You should have been an actress, Reggie.”
I snort a laugh, which makes her chuckle.
“We are so stupid,” I say, which makes her laugh harder. “Let’s stop being stupid, babe.”
I don’t let her go as she slowly turns around to meet my begging eyes.
“Are you saying yes?” So much love and hope fills her falling tears.
Both our fears burned time we could have had together. My fear drove a crevasse between us, scorching through more. I realize fear is an incendiary element that tempts us away from greatness. I don’t have time to be afraid. I only have time to be great.
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SVC Ricketts is a Contemporary Romance author and professional smart alec (self-professed). Her work has been recognized by the Pacific Northwest Writers Association and was selected as a finalist for the 2013 PNWA Literary Competition in the Romance category. Raised between Southern California and Oahu, she moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1993 and although she loves it here, her heart belongs to the Islands - it always will. When she’s not in, what she loving calls “book-mode,” she multitasks her life between her hilarious adult special needs daughter, super smexy husband of 11 years, two dogs, and sweating out her stress in a hot yoga studio. She’s also an avid Twitter (@SVC_Ricketts) and Facebook (SVC Ricketts) addict (again, self-professed). If you want to check out her other ramblings, you can visit her at www.SmexyIndieAuthor.com. Social Media Links: SmexyIndieAuthor.com

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Cover Reveal: Striving for Acceptance by B.L. Mooney




Title: Striving for Acceptance
Series: Striving #3
Author: B.L. Mooney
Cover Design: Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs
 Release Date: December 26, 2014


Synopsis


Third in the Striving Series, but can be read alone.

We all want to feel accepted, but sometimes we do unacceptable things. When we push it too far and do the unforgivable, are we still allowed to hope for that acceptance?

Or are we doomed to accept a life of loneliness?

My current bed friend is someone who’s struggling to find his own acceptance. His big crime? He’s following his dreams. His father can’t accept the fact he no longer wants to follow in his footsteps. Should he be shut out because he quit the family business? I don’t think so. But if he should, I’ve got bigger problems.

My crime?

I cheated on my husband and then killed the man I cheated with. Would you still accept me?

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“Could you hand me another clay pot, please?” I was crouched down, getting the displays ready for opening day. Never mind it was still three weeks away. I needed to keep busy.
The pot appeared before me and I grabbed it. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I turned my head to the male voice and was inches from a bulge I’d gotten used to having in my face. I hadn’t seen what the bulge was made of yet, but he sure liked thrusting it in my face every chance he could.
I snipped the shears I had in my hand. “You’re very brave to come that close.” He backed up. “That’s what I thought.”
I stood and looked at him. His curly blond hair needed a cut, as usual, and the smirk on his face needed to be smacked off. I tilted my head to the side and wondered what he would look like without the scruff he tried to pass off as a beard. Why should I care what he would look like? I shook my head.
“What do you need, Mick? I’m busy.”
“I just thought I’d see if you needed help.”
“As I’ve told you the other fifty times you’ve come over, no. I’ve got everything under control.”
He rocked back on his heels and looked around. “It does look good.”
“Thank you.”
My sister, Rachael, came from the back and smiled. We were complete opposites. She had long, wavy blonde hair while my hair was black and cut short. You might have been able to tell we were from the same gene pool if I showed my body off the way she did, but I liked to keep things a little more under wraps compared to her curve-hugging style. Besides, I’d always been the more casual type and she was all about the latest styles. It looked good on her, but I’ve got better things to worry about than clothes.
The other thing which set us apart was the fact she was friendly. I wasn’t. “Hey, Mick, what brings you over?”
“Just being neighborly.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to work on another display. “We’ve got it. Thanks for stopping by.”
Rachael waited until he left. “You’re not very nice to him.”
“He isn’t someone I want to be nice to.”
“I think you could be very nice to each other.” She smiled. “I’ve tried to get Carl to grow some scruff like that. It’s sexy. The least you could do is play nice with him and tell me if it—”
“Look, he’s the lease-holder. I don’t need to be caught up in that. Plus, he’s a little rude, always pushing his cock in my face.”
Her hands fell to her sides. “Excuse me?”
“Yes, it’s always there.”
She smiled. “Maybe you’re just always looking.”
“Don’t you have to pick up Amy?”
“Shit.” She looked at her watch. “I really do, but this conversation isn’t over.”
I mumbled, “It is for me.”

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I had just finished wiping down the counter even though I’d already cleaned it a dozen times. I wasn’t ready to go home. I wanted to make sure it was perfect for opening day.
There was a small tap on the door. “Let me in already!” Mick yelled.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door. “It’s unlocked. Just open—” I opened it to see him balancing two plates and two glasses of wine. He walked past without an invitation. “What are you doing?”
“Come over and help me.”
Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over and watched as he turned his ass to me. “Take out the tablecloth, will you? It’s a little big, but if you keep it folded in half, it should fit the counter.”
I took the tablecloth from his back pocket and laid it out as he said to. “What are you doing?”
“Dinner.” He set the plates and glasses down. “You never leave for dinner or have anything ordered in.” He looked me over. “You’re too thin.”
I placed my hands on my hips. “Excuse me?”
“You need to keep your strength up if you’re going to run a company by yourself. You need to take care of yourself or you have no business taking care of anything else.”
He handed me a napkin with a fork and knife and pointed to the plate. I watched him grab a couple of stools for us. “Eat.” He sat on his stool and dug in. “Are you going to tell me you don’t like steak?”
I shook my head. I sat down and looked at the steak, baked potato, and green beans. “I’m just trying to figure out what your motive is.”
“Money.”
I looked up. “You want me to pay you for this.”
“No, I want you to pay for your lease, and you can’t do that if you run yourself down.” He took another bite and pointed at my plate. “Eat.”
I could live with that answer. It was honest and impersonal, so I liked it. I started eating. “This is really good.”
“Thanks.”
“How did you keep it warm?”
“I don’t live far.”
“Oh.”
We sat in silence and finished our meal. It wasn’t uncomfortable. The sounds of the utensils against the plates filled the air and before I knew it, I had cleaned the plate.
“See, you feel better now, don’t you?”
I allowed a small smile. “I do. Thank you.”
He nodded and looked around. “It’s remarkable how good this place looks. You’ve done a great job.”
“Thanks. Thank you for dinner, too.”
He turned back to me and smiled. “You’re welcome.”
A police car with lights and sirens went by and I started shaking. He noticed. “I’m going to take the plates to the back and rinse them off for you, but I don’t have any detergent to clean them.”
He held my hand and stopped me from taking his plate. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, it just startled me, is all. I’ll be right back.”
He allowed me to go to the back with the dishes. I set them in the sink and took a deep breath while I hung my head and leaned on the counter. I wondered if Al was available. It made it easier after I moved into Rachael’s apartment to see her neighbor down the hall, but it also made it more difficult to avoid him. I needed to forget life for a while and he always helped me with that, but he had started to want too much. I just wanted sex.
“Hey.” Mick came into the back, scaring me. I jumped, dropping the knife in the sink. “I’m sorry. You were just back here a little longer than I thought it would take to rinse plates.”
“I must be tired.” I grabbed a hand towel and dried the plates. “They still need soap, but at least you won’t get anything dirty.”
“Thanks.” He looked back out to the front. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. There’s nothing to talk about.” I walked around him and took the plates to the counter. He had already folded the tablecloth.
“Okay, but I’m a pretty good listener.”
“I’m not good at talking. Just ask my sister.”
He smiled. “I’m not, either. I think that’s what makes me a good listener.” He looked around. “Well, I think I’ll get out of your way and let you go home. You need to rest up for your big day.”
I laughed. “That’s a lot of resting. It’s still a few weeks out.” What I needed wasn’t rest. I checked my watch. Al went to bed early, and I needed to catch him before he went to sleep.
He pointed to my watch. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”
“Not exactly. I wanted to catch a friend before he went to sleep.”
“He?”
“I’m allowed to have male friends.”
“I never said you couldn’t.”
“It was implied.”
He raised an eyebrow. “From one word?”
“It was the tone.”
He tilted his head forward. “The tone was surprise that you liked the male species.”
“Occasionally.”
“I’m a lot closer.”
“To what?”
He stepped up to me but didn’t touch me. “For what you need your friend for.”
We stood there staring at each other. He was probably wondering if I was going to take him up on his offer, and I was wondering if he was serious. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t get involved and risk losing the shop, no matter how promising the bulge he constantly put in front of me was.
“You have no idea what I need my friend for.”
He walked me backwards until I hit the counter. “You want him to take care of your needs. Needs you suddenly have ever since that cop car went blaring by. You need him to help you forget life for a while, to make you feel good, and protected.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Deny it.”
I swallowed as he leaned in more, pressing his body to mine and reaching behind me to grab the dishes. I closed my eyes when he walked away. The breath I had been holding was finally released. Al better not have gone to sleep yet.

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I unlocked my door and threw my purse on the chair. I wanted to take a shower before I went to Al’s. He didn’t care if I came over dirty from working in the shop, but I cared. Before I got to the bathroom, there was a knock on my door. I smiled; only one person knocked like that. He could shower with me.
I opened the door and smiled even wider. “Hey, I was just going to jump in the shower and head over, but you can come in with me. My back needs washing.”
He stepped in, but didn’t look happy. “Deb, we need to talk.”
I lowered my head and shut the door. I was dreading this day, the day he demanded more than sex. I turned and looked at the guy I’d spent the last several months with but knew very little about. That was how I wanted to keep it.
He was blond, dumb, and a great fuck. That’s all I needed to know and all I wanted to know. I was going to miss the orgasms he could give me. Fuck. “Al, we’ve talked about this.”
“No, actually.” He looked at the package in his hands. “I met someone.”
I took a step back. I hadn’t expected that. “You did?”
“Yeah, and I want to be exclusive with her.” He handed me the package.
“What’s this?”
“A goodbye gift.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Don’t open it until I leave, but I feel bad about this.”
I put the box on the side table and hugged him. “Do not feel bad at all. I’m very happy for you.”
He hugged me back. “You are?”
“Of course.” I backed up and patted his chest. “You have a big heart in there and have wanted to give it to someone for a long time. I’m glad you’ve found someone to give it to.” I looked at the gift. “You really didn’t have to.”
He smiled. “Yes, I did.” He checked his watch. “She’s coming over any minute, so I should get back to my apartment. Thanks for being cool with this. I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, champ. We’ll still see each other. We’ll just see each other with our clothes on.”
He smiled and nodded as he walked out. I locked the door behind him and turned to the package. I should’ve given it back to him. He didn’t need to give me anything. What I received from our time together was the only thing I’d wanted from him. I opened the package and smiled. I guess he wanted to make sure I still had my orgasms.
I took it out and looked at the deluxe model vibrator he had given me. I wasn’t much into vibrators and didn’t have the need for them with him next door. I shrugged and took it to the bedroom. I didn’t have him anymore, so no need for his money to go to waste.



  



Author Bio

B.L. Mooney started writing when the voices and storylines in her head ran out of room. They were getting too cramped and neither B.L. nor the characters could take it anymore, so she did the only thing she could do—she made room. She always knew she wanted to write, but vowed to make time for it later. Now that she’s made time for writing, most everything else falls to the wayside. That seems to suit the characters that keep popping up in her head just fine.

B.L. lives in the Midwest, and her other talents include in-demand cookies, a very dry sense of humor, and stealth eavesdropping. Some mannerisms, attitudes, or twists come from random sentences picked up while passing by strangers. So speak up the next time you have something to gossip about. You never know, it may just end up on the pages of the next book you read.

She loves to hear from her readers and you can contact her via email at 
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