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#BookTour #SneakPeek Love Don’t Live Here Anymore by Keke Renee

Love Don’t Live Here Anymore
Andrew Sisters Book 1
by Keke Renee
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Vanessa Andrew is done with love. She decided that from now on, everyone she
meets is a suspect. All she wants to do is focus on building her
clothing store up, but her plans take an interesting turn when a
chance meeting with the handsome owner of the building leaves her
confused, frustrated, and her heart pounding.
Isaiah Reed, a playboy by night and business mogul by day, acquires a nearly
defunct property; he has no idea that a curvaceous designer is poised
to fight him at every turn.
Will the pair on opposite sides of a fight join forces in and out of the
bedroom or will their head-to-head challenge lead to disaster?
Warning:
13k Short Story, Adult language, fast paced, explicit sex scenes, with
a HFN.This is not a sweet and fluffy romance.

 


Forty-five minutes later, I was getting out of my Uber, carrying a sketchbook, coffee mug, and listening to a classic Tamia song “Stranger in My House” as I returned a text message on my phone. While closing the door of the Uber, engrossed in my phone, I bumped into a hard body and fell on my ass, spilling my favorite coffee on my dress, phone, and shoes.
I blew a frustrated breath of air. “What the hell?” I yelled at the person that wasn’t paying attention.

“Excuse me,” he replied as he gathered his things and bent down to help me, feeling annoyed with his closeness and my vagina thumping wanting to jump his bones.
Smacked his hand away, I stood up and cursed at the coffee stain on my new dress. “Look what you did!”
“Lady, you ran into me. If you weren’t so caught up in texting your boyfriend you’d notice someone coming,” he informed me and started to walk around to go into the office building I was entering.
“For your information, I wasn’t texting a boyfriend. I was replying to a client and why am I explaining myself to a stranger,” I responded in annoyance, grabbing my purse, phone, and sketchbook off the ground. I wiped the liquid off my hands, face, and legs. I noticed he was holding the door and I rolled my eyes as I walked ahead of him.
“So now you decide to be a Gentleman. All men are just the-”
“Sweetie, my day was going well until you opened your mouth. If you’re done or finished, I’d like to get on with my business. You’re not hurt so you don’t need medical assistance,” He told me and walked off toward the elevator.
“I’m not your Sweetie, asshole!” I shouted behind his back.
The demanding tone and angered glare had me a little scared, at the same time wet. I promised myself after dealing with Troy I’d never date again, but seeing this tall drink of water standing in front of me up close, had me rethinking a few things. He was about 6’3 in height, with a moustache and goatee lined up to perfection with no bumps. Whoever his barber is, they’re doing a great job. Made me want to rub my hand up and down his cheek. He had a low-cut wave with sharp cheekbones and broad nose. His lips were full, and his skin was a deep brown. His eyes were deep-set, kind of bugged out with me annoying him, framed with thick, trimmed eyebrows.
Shaking off any impure thoughts and walking toward the elevator, I got on as the crowd piled inside. Just my luck we ended up next to each other in the back, with my back to his chest. The heat radiating off his breath on my neck caused butterflies in my stomach and moisture in my panties. I closed my eyes. Stay focused.
The elevator finally stopped on my floor and lo and behold, I almost stumbled trying to get through the crowd, he ends up getting off at the same level.
“Are you following me?” I questioned as we both turned in the same direction.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he responded and walked off toward another glass door, and I stopped at the receptionist desk. Her name reads Pamela.
“Welcome to Reed and Associates. How can I help you?” Pamela asked.
“Yes, I have an appointment with an Isaiah Reed about my store, “A Style’s Eye” on 2324 Benson Street in Burbank. It’s currently on the market to be sold, and I recently signed a year’s lease. I have paperwork from the owners of the building that my lease is null and void, because they sold the building to Reed and Associates without even giving much notice.”
“Do you have an appointment Miss?” Pamela asked rudely and typed my name into the computer.
“Miss Andrew, and no Pamela, I don’t have an appointment, and I’m not leaving until I speak with someone in charge!” I raised my voice.
She clenched her fists and looked around at everyone in the lobby watching us.
“I could have security escort you out,” Pamela smugly replied.
A Tennessee native and CA dreaming Author Keke Renee is living and
striving to continue her passion of writing Short Story romances from
Erotic, Paranormal and Urban fiction. She also writes under the name
Chiquita Dennie.
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#BookTour #SneakPeek The Anastasia Series by Lily Raine

Destria Waves
Anastasia Series Book 1
by Lily Raine
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy
Anastasia has always been different, and not just because she knows over
fifteen languages and prefers to be alone. After she was attacked
while visiting family in Russia over seven years ago, Ana has been
able to heal rapidly amongst other things. Unable to accept her own
immortality, despite increasing proof, she goes away to Joya Del Mar
Arts Academy with her two cousins, Jo and Mason. Instead of worrying
about recitals and dance steps, Ana discovers a secret world of
demons, mermaids and angels. Their only connection however, seems to
be an increasing need to find her so that the demons can force Ana to
bring back their master.

After transforming a bear into a human boy, Ana can no longer hide her
abilities and struggles with the idea that she is not human, although
she does not know what she is. When a mysterious man in a mask
continues to stalk Ana with the intention of getting her to eat a
blue flower, Ana gets the sinking suspicion that the man in the mask
is the same young man who destroyed her life seven years prior. When
Ana discovers a secret lair hidden beneath the waves where the demons
are regrouping, Ana realizes she has a terrible choice to make.
Sacrifice her life and the life of the mermaids who fuel the
underwater power source, or escape and allow the demons free reign to
destroy the human world. But if Ana chooses to accept her
immortality, then the life of her cousins and boyfriend, Daniel, will
forever be compromised.

Slowly, he perched the violin on his shoulder and raised his bow. There was a wave of whispers going around the room, but that all stopped when he began to play. The piece was slow, but didn’t lack depth. I found my head swimming with emotion as the music took over my mind. I lost sight of his fingers moving and the crescendo of sounds buckled down over my ears until every note reverberated twice fold.

Then I smelled the flowers. Why now? Mason was still on stage, his arm perfectly bent, his dark Japanese hair framed around his face. But the pale haired woman with the beautiful wings stood beside him, her lithe fingers inches from his strands of hair. Holding my breath, I tried to move forward to push her away from him, but she only chuckled.

In my head, her words were like air. “I would not harm your shikisha. You would not manage without.”

Then there was applause so loud my ears were deaf to everything else. I closed my eyes and when I looked up, she was gone. Finding my feeling in my hands, I clapped until my skin felt raw.

There were many more auditions before mine. Dance solos that were both lively and solemn, violin, flute, and piano pieces. And drama monologues of all kinds. After four hours, it was my turn, and with weary legs from sitting for so long, I trudged up the stairs.
It was courteous to stay after you’d auditioned, so there were still a lot of students remaining in the hot auditorium. I could only hope they would turn the air on for the actual concert.

Behind the stage was a darkened narrow space with stairs leading down to where I assumed the dressing rooms were. The layout seemed common enough for a large stage.
In a daze, I brushed against a guy standing near the curtain. I muttered an apology, but I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the end of the line.

My hand was warm where I’d grazed his arm, but when I tried to look at him, I saw he was already on stage. He was tall, so I could see he had light brown hair tinged with golden streaks. He kept his back to me as he crossed over to the piano and clumsily sat down. He looked more nervous than Nora had.

I’d always thought Mason was the best teenage musician I’d ever heard. But the sounds that came from the brunette’s fingers drove me into a whole new state of appreciation.
If they did a duet, they would be able to bring people to tears.

The Demon King’s Assassin
Anastasia Series Book 2
After destroying the Demon King’s lair, Anastasia Sokolov believes her
and her cousin’s lives are finally safe. Unfortunately, when a King
who practices necromancy is determined, more than mermaids are needed
to destroy the demon clan.
Anastasia’s cousin Jo, has warned her to keep away from their new accountant,
dashing and handsome, Arkin. Arkin is infatuated with Anastasia, but
it isn’t until he asks for her help she comes to realize why. In a
desperate attempt to become immortal, Arkin had joined the demonic,
Destria Organization. But when a deadly assassin learns of his plans
to escape, Arkin turns to the only one who can save him.

With the King’s ability to change bodies each time he dies, there is no
way of telling friends from enemies apart. As the assassin threatens
to destroy any hope of peace, Anastasia learns just how inhuman her
friends and boyfriend really are.
A dagger from the other world, creatures who are neither human nor
animal, and a web comic detailing future events are all Anastasia can
rely on. And when the assassin’s interests turn to her beloved
cousin, Mason, where is the line between who should live and who
should die?

My mind pounded viciously within the confines of my skull. I reached for the cup of cold tea beside my bed and felt stability when my fingers clasped the bone white china handle. The same dream that had been haunting me for weeks had once again made an appearance. Unlike the other times, I recognized the boy with the glasses.

There was no denying the boy was Daniel as he pleaded for me to save him with his emerald green eyes.

Shivering, I could still feel the cold within my bones from diving into the icy depths to save Daniel. When I’d had visions of the woman in white, I had literally been rendered immobile no matter where I was or what I was doing. But with these dreams, the moment I regained consciousness, they were gone.

I was afraid. Afraid I would never be able to find the demon king. But what made me more worried was whether or not I wanted to.

All I wanted was to find the person who had killed my family.

Setting the cup down, I plucked my music box from my nightstand and turned the knob. The twinkling music flooded my room, eradicating the looming silence.

Slipping from between my sheets, I padded over to the window. Thick blankets of snow clung to the earth and the sun was just starting to rise.

A low guttural noise made my breath catch in my throat. Standing in the break in the trees was a large black bear streaked with brown. For as long as the Sokolovs had been living in Bay Shore, there had never been a bear sighting. Without thinking, I pulled on my boots and grabbed a coat before racing down the stairs and bursting through the front door.

“Jolan?” I whispered.

The bear was gone, but I saw the unmistakable shape of paws darting into the woods and quickly followed them.

There were so many things I had to say to my friend. It had been my fault for turning him into a human, and then I’d selfishly asked him to die with me because I’d been scared. I held onto the vain hope he was alive, and if I could just catch up….

“Wait, Jolan.”

Gasping and out of breath, I stopped as the tracks abruptly ended. A bare bush devoid of leaves beside a tree had been uprooted.

I felt something inside me shatter and prepared to turn back to the warmth of the Sokolov mansion when a tiny thread of glittering metal stopped me.

As I peeled away the broken branches of the bush, I uncovered a knife with a gleaming blade. The handle was rather ordinary, but it was the five-inch blade that captivated me. It looked like it was made of a bluish metal I’d never seen before, like a hybrid of sapphire and diamond.

I pressed the small button and the blade retracted.

I felt foolish and wanted to chuck the knife, but something in me stopped. Upon closer inspection, I saw the handle was carved with an intricate wood pattern of a bear. Even if Jolan had only been a figment of my dreams, the knife wasn’t.

Lily Raine, author of the Anastasia Series, is happy to be part of World
Castle Publishing. Lily lives in Michigan where when it’s not cold,
the weather and the lakes are beautiful. Lily married her best
friend, Thomas, when she was eighteen years-old. They live together
with their two cats, Misaki and Mason.

Lily enjoys biking, swimming, dancing, painting, and going anywhere there
are animals. She is currently working on her Master’s Degree from
Wayne State University. Afterwards, she hopes to own her own practice.
Lily loves young adult novels, particularly ones with paranormal elements.
She also really enjoys LGBT literature with young adult characters
and wishes there were more with paranormal aspects.
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#SneakPeek Crazy For You by Meghana Sarathy

EXCERPT 

I see a miniature me staring right back at me. Eyes the same shade as mine –Grey, almost like a faded white crystal. High cheekbones, broad and sharp jawline with a straight nose. My hair is dark blonde, but his is a lighter shade of brown. The resemblance though is uncanny. He can actually grow to be my doppelganger.

My mouth hangs open as I take in his face, totally blown over with just how similar we are in looks. “Who are you?” he barks out with brunched brows. “Why you look so similar to me?”

“Beats me, Kiddo,” I answer, lost, slowly shaking my head. . “I can ask you the same.”

“Brian,” Baylee cries and runs past me to hug him. This again pleases me for reasons not known even to me. The kid who looks awfully similar to me is sweet Baylee’s brother – rather twin brother from what I gather. When they stand together, their resemblance is striking. I turn around and catch sight of the other kid, slightly elder, with his ass planted on the grass, already wailing. The other kids rush to sit beside him and I shift my focus back on Brian.

“Who are you?” he asks, looking up at me with a hardly masked scowl.

“He is my new friend. Mr. Nate,” Baylee answers, smiling my way. Brian’s scowl hardens as he narrows his eyes at me.

He’s clearly not ok with his sister socializing and befriending strangers. The protectiveness and anger that shines in his eyes makes me admire this kid.

“How do you know him, Baylee? We are not supposed to be talking to strangers- young or old,” he grits out.

“Chill out.” I don’t think my smile will have an effect on him, but I try anyway. “I’m trustworthy. I’m a friend of your new teacher and just helping out here.”

“So says all the kidnappers,” he scoffs. “I’m no fool. You stay away from my sister.”

I have an urge to actually roll my eyes. A kidnapper? Really? I’m not forgetting this day or these kids. Never been mistaken for a kidnapper before.

“That’s so mean,” Baylee scolds him. “You say sorry. He’s reaaalllly nice, Brian.”

He gives me a once over and looks straight in my eyes. “Wolf in sheep’s clothing. Can’t trust.”

Wow. That’s how his sister picks rather complex and sophisticated words for her age. Her brother is a smart and cocky kid. Even his nature reminds me of myself. How peculiar is that? Not only does he look like me, he even thinks and behaves like me.

About The Book

Sara:

They say one’s life is settled when they have a good job, take marital vows and start a family.
In that sense, my life was settled except for the unease in my heart that was begging for some form of closure with Nate.

I was a happily married woman – My kids adored me, my husband was madly in love with me. My family was perfect. Just the way I loved it.

But then Nate came back and all the old feelings were stirred back to life. I demand answers, but he begs for forgiveness.

I want to turn my back on him, leaving him in the dark but he wishes to bask in the light of the truth – The truth that was kept from him all this while.

We had been trapped in the web of lies and deceit but now the veil of misunderstanding has finally been removed, making us face the raw, naked, agonizing truth.

They say Love is blind. We can’t ever think rationally in love and our heart always wins, but I believe Love is a stubborn, selfish feeling that is not bound by any societal tags or labels, making us question our own morality.
So, this time, I neither listen to my head or heart. I leave the decision to my husband whose love for me has always been pure, ‘right’ and selfless.

Love destroys lives but also births miracles. I want to see how this miraculous love plays out in my life.

Crazy For You is the sequel to Enticed By You and is the final book in the Miraculous Love duet.

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About The Author

Meghana Sarathy is from Bangalore, India. She is an avid reader and also a writer. She writes Adult and New Adult romance, as well as dark and psychological thrillers. She especially loves reading and writing love triangles, taboo romance, and angst filled stories that are quite complex. Her books tend to involve protagonists who are flawed, far from perfect, and as real as they can get. Her all-time favorite characters are her very own characters- Jennifer, Brandon and Linden. She tends to fall hard for boys who are either cocky, bossy or good flirts and total charmers.
She spends most of her free time reading, writing or watching anime. Depending on her mood, she tends to write two to three books at a time. She is a crazy fan of Dragonball Z and can be seen watching the episodes in repeat. Vegeta is her all-time favorite anime character.

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#BookTour Damien by J. Kenner

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I am Damien Stark. Do you want to see inside my head?

Careful what you wish for.

Damien, an all-new full-length novel in the wildly popular Stark Saga, from New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner is available now!

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I am Damien Stark. From the outside, I have a perfect life. A billionaire with a beautiful family. But if you could see inside my head, you’d know I’m as f-ed up as a person can be. Now more than ever.

I’m driven, relentless, and successful, but all of that means nothing without my wife and daughters. They’re my entire world, and I failed them. Now I can barely look at them without drowning in an abyss of self-recrimination.

Only one thing keeps me sane—losing myself in my wife’s silken caresses where I can pour all my pain into the one thing I know I can give her. Pleasure.

But the threats against my family are real, and I won’t let anything happen to them ever again. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe—pay any price, embrace any darkness. They are mine.

I am Damien Stark. Do you want to see inside my head? Careful what you wish for.

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He started to lash out. To pound his fist against the door frame. But he pulled back, not wanting to wake Nikki or the two little angels curled up next to her in their bed. His wife. His precious little girls.

His family.

As much as he loved Nikki, he hadn’t truly understood how full his heart could be until he’d held Lara in his arms for the first time. And though he hadn’t expected it was possible, his heart had expanded even more when he watched Anne’s birth two years ago and saw her draw that first breath.

Every day, his daughters looked up at him with wide, guileless eyes. And every day, he felt that punch in the gut. A fear that he couldn’t live up to the trust he saw there. That somehow, someway, he would fail them. Not in the way his own father had failed him. But in some other, fundamental way.

And that’s exactly what happened.

He thought of Rory, that fucker who’d taken his child. Of Nikki, broken and huddled in the closet with a blade, blood streaming down her fair skin, cutting for the first time in years. The first time since he’d demanded that she come to him—to him—when she needed the blade.

So many times, she’d done exactly that. Gone to him when the burden of the world had been too much to bear. When she needed the pain to find her way back. And he’d always been there for her, his need as potent as hers. Because he had to be the one to take her there. To slide down with her into that sweet place where sensual pleasure crossed over into pain. Where need and desire meshed, merging into euphoria. Where they could both cling to that one small measure of control in a world that was spinning off its axis.

How many times had they saved each other? Their needs meshing as perfectly as their desire?

How many times had he held her close as they fought their demons together? And yet this time—when the worst parts of hell had swallowed them whole—she hadn’t come to him. Instead, she’d put a razor-sharp length of stainless steel against her own flesh, and she’d drawn her own blood for the first time in years.

All because he’d failed her. Because it was his mistakes that spawned the demons.

Because for the first time in their relationship she hadn’t trusted him to save her. And why should she, when he’d already failed so spectacularly?

He thought of that. Of the scars on her legs. Of the fresh wound that mocked him still.

He thought—and his stomach twisted with pain and self-loathing.

Mostly, he thought of Anne. His precious girl, who’d been alone and scared for days.

They’d gotten Anne back. They’d talked about Damien’s choices. The risks he’d taken to find their daughter and her kidnapper. They’d worked it out, and they were back on keel. And he knew in his gut that Nikki was strong enough to survive the whole ordeal.

But that didn’t change the simple, basic truth.

He’d failed.

Roughly, he massaged his palms over his face, then looked again at his girls, curled up together, safe and asleep.

Safe.

For now, at least.

But for the first time in a long time, Damien felt as if the shadows that had plagued his past had returned to haunt him, bringing harsh recriminations and fresh dangers.

He squared his shoulders, steeling himself. He was strong. More than that, he had resources. He had means. And he damn well had the determination to keep those encroaching horrors at bay.

Most of all, he had a life—a family—worth fighting for.

He was fucking Damien Stark.

He’d failed once.

He wouldn’t fail again.

About J. Kenner

Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over one hundred novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.

JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A six time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy) and in 2017 for Wicked Dirty in the same category. Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development as a television show.

Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.

In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.

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