The Best Friend Bargain
by Robin Bielman
Kisses in the Sand #2
Publication Date: August 8, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled Lovestruck, Contemporary Romance
Olivia Lincoln has a plan guaranteed to get her life back on track. A plan that involves her best friend, Danny. And he’s on board, too…until she blurts out that they’re engaged and expecting a baby, and the news spreads like wildfire.
The problem? Danny doesn’t do marriage. Or family. And everyone knows it, including Olivia.
As irritated as he might be, protecting Olivia is what Danny does. But put best friends under one roof, add house rules begging to be broken, accidental nakedness, and pancakes in bed, and what started as a marriage between friends threatens to turn into the real deal…which would ruin everything.
The tail end of daylight cast a glow around her in one-of-a-kind beauty and he found himself tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked up at him with similar appreciation.
When her gaze moved to his mouth, he was a goner.
He ignored the voice inside his head reminding him she was his best friend and once they crossed this line they could never go back, and gave her two seconds to say something to change his mind.
She took a step back.
One kiss. One kiss to get it out of his head and put it to rest. She might have placed another foot between them, but Danny saw the indecision in her eyes. He inched closer anyway, unwilling to let her go without one more try. It was a jerk move, but if he didn’t get to taste her he’d go insane wondering.
He cradled her neck in his hands.
“Danny.” He liked how breathless his name sounded on her lips.
“We have to. I’m going out of my mind, Liv.”
She half gasped, half sighed, a pleasure-and-pain kind of sound he wanted to turn into one of satisfaction. They had to get this crazy new attraction out of the way so they could go back to being just Liv and Danny. “Make it terrible,” she whispered.
He smiled. “I’ll do my best.”
“To make it awful,” she reiterated.
“Prepare yourself for the worst kiss ever.”
Her small smile made itself at home inside his chest. He lowered his mouth to hers. No tongue, he told himself. Keep it innocent. Safe.
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A temporary agreement neither could keep…
Brainy, organized Sophie Birch is no beach bunny. In fact, she’s totally out of her element among the sun-bronzed crowd at a film festival in beautiful White Strand Cove. When a surf lesson introduces her to Zane Hollander, suddenly she’s up close and personal with the world’s sexiest surf star. But what can a great-looking, experienced athlete possibly see in a klutzy out-of-towner who’s never set foot in the ocean?
Zane Hollander’s playboy reputation has never been a problem…until recently. Now his management team wants him on his best behavior to entice a meaningful new sponsor. Sophie Birch is the perfect girl to help reform his image. She’s genuine and respected—and their relationship is purely fictional. But the more Sophie blooms under the beachy sun, the more Zane knows he’ll just break her heart. Because nothing’s more important to Zane than following the tide.
The one guy she shouldn’t want…
Honor Mitchell has lived with guilt and regret for a long time, so when she promises to do the things on her dying best friend’s wish list, she’s determined to follow through and do something right for a change. But when she’s thrown together for wedding duties with the one man who complicates her vow–just by looking at him–she has to put her faith in Bryce Bishop’s pledge to help her, no strings attached.
Bryce’s near one-night stand with his ex-girlfriend’s best friend a few months ago might have been a mistake, but helping the beautiful, free-spirited Honor with her promise isn’t. His trust in women is shot, but he can’t help but play his best man card to his advantage and help Honor tick off the items on his ex’s list, even if it puts him in a no-win situation. Because his assistance might get Honor what she wants, but suddenly being the do-good guy puts his plans–and heart–in serious jeopardy.
ABOUT ROBIN BIELMAN
When not attached to her laptop, USA Today Bestselling Author Robin Bielman can almost always be found with her nose in a book. A California girl, the beach is her favorite place for fun and inspiration. Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts all of her story ideas.She loves to go on adventures, and has skydived, scuba dived, parasailed, gotten lost in the wilderness (and only suffered a gazillion bug bites for it) hiked to waterfalls, and swam with dolphins. In her spare time she also likes to put her treadmill to good use while watching her favorite TV shows, take hikes with her hubby, indulge her sweet tooth, and play sock tug of war with her cute, but sometimes naughty dog, Harry.She dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch and sign up for her newsletter on her website at http://robinbielman.com.
ENTER THE GIVEAWAY
by Katy Hayes
Genre: YA Post-Apocalyptic
Release Date: June 20th 2016
When everything you know is washed away, who can you trust?Life is precarious on City, the last civilised place left on a drowned Earth. Some might think Libby Marchmont’s safe life there is boring, but she likes it – until her father is murdered and her certainties are swept away.Stranded in the middle of the sea with someone she’s always considered an enemy, can Libby learn to trust Cosimo? And can they both survive long enough to share the truth her father was killed for: the seas are rising again and City lies on the brink of destruction.
Rising Tides extract: Escape from City
Cosimo’s arrive in Libby’s ordered life precipitates a flight from City, the only home she’s ever known. We join her in this extract as she leaves her home with her father and the very unwelcome Cosimo.
“Where are we going, Father?” The fog had thickened in the half hour we’d spent at home, damp from the sea combining with smoke from the recycling factory to mire the sky. It swallowed detail and made noises louder. Our feet clattered on the metal pontoons, making it sound as though there were more than three of us. My question echoed louder than I’d meant. Demanding. Needy. Not how Dr Miracle’s daughter ought to sound.
“Away from here.”
As though that was an answer! “Where, Pa?”
“Tonight we’ll go wherever we can. I apologise that our plans are a little flimsy.”
I cast a sour look at the boy, Cosimo. “I don’t blame you,” I said to my father.
“Don’t you? I rather think you should, Libby.” I heard the smile in my father’s voice and fell silent. I was clearly not going to get any sense from him while he was in this mood.
For a few minutes, the light of the lantern bobbed in front of us as we walked, haloed by the mist. The only sound was our tinny footsteps and the sloshing of the sea beneath. I was never in any doubt of our initial destination, and it was confirmed as we weaved through alleyways between houses and the sound of our feet was joined by the snap of ropes and the creak of barges shifting in the water. The quayside. Then that sound was joined by another; footsteps, coming towards us. I was anxious, but not alarmed. The tide was turning so there were bound to be people about, regardless of the foul night.
“Doctor Miracle! Are you there?”
Fear gripped me at the sudden call. My father stopped. “Ah.” He sighed, as though this were an inconvenience, but nothing worse. “I had hoped we might have a little more time than this …”
“Who is it?” I didn’t recognise the voice, but it had almost been drowned out by the thumping of my heart.
“No one of importance.” Pa smiled, although the gesture looked forced. “You go on ahead while I deal with this. Cosimo will escort you to the boat.”
I looked at the boy, who nodded as though he accepted all these slipshod arrangements. Perhaps this was what they’d been whispering about before the operation, while I’d been out of the room. Plans my father hadn’t trusted to me but had given freely to a stranger.
“I’ll go with you, Pa.” Nothing would induce me to go with the boy without my father.
“No, you will go ahead as I bid you.” Pa was calm, which sped up the rate of my heart.
I shook my head. The only word that would go past my suddenly thick throat was, “No.”
“The tide’s already turning. You hurry ahead and get everything ready.” He spoke to reassure me, but I caught the glance he gave Cosimo, the shooing motion he made.
Fear surged through my veins, increasing with every beat of my heart. “I’m not leaving you.”
“Go with Cosimo. I’ll follow.”
“No.” I had the strongest conviction that if I let my father out of my sight I would never see him again. It was irrational, but the world didn’t make sense. Not today. My father was Dr Miracle. How could he need to flee? What was there that could threaten him in all the world?
Pa looked over my head. “Take her.” He pushed me towards Cosimo and turned to meet our pursuer, Pa’s footsteps echoing rapidly as he strode away. I staggered, turning, and would have followed, but Cosimo’s grip tightened around my arm with a strength that took me by surprise. “Let me go!” I twisted to look for Pa, already disappearing into the autumn fog, the lantern light swallowed by the night. If anything, the boy’s grip tightened further. He pulled me onwards and I stumbled beside him. He was stronger than he looked. I twisted but I couldn’t get away.
We turned in to the quayside and the sea came into sight. Cosimo was distracted, looking up to orient himself and find the boat we were destined for.
I took my chance. I stamped on his foot and heard a hiss of pain but still he didn’t release me, his hands like steel around my wrists. I distinguished the word “idiot” from his damaged throat and fury leant me strength. It wasn’t his father walking into danger. I paused, sagging, as though I’d given up. When he relaxed, I drove my elbow into his stomach and ran back to where I’d left my father while Cosimo was doubled over.
After a few paces, I slowed, aware of the clatter of my steps. I didn’t think the boy would follow, but I didn’t want to make it easy for him if he did. Nor did I want to announce my presence to my father – and the person he’d stopped to meet. I heard footsteps echoing against the walls, barely distinguishable from other sounds, although I couldn’t be sure if they were my father’s or someone else’s. I followed the noise down an alleyway, the mist drifting thick around me, and caught sight of a bobbing light that had to be his lantern. I hurried as he turned a corner, letting my hand drift along the sides of the houses so I wouldn’t miss the turn.
Another corner. Something tangled in my feet. I stumbled, hands out to protect me as I slammed headlong onto the pontoons. Rising, I distinguished the obstacle. My father’s medical bag. I leaned against the wall, peering through the mist. He had to be close since he wouldn’t have left that behind.
There was a glow ahead, not moving. As I hugged the wall, I heard a voice, and I relaxed to recognise my father’s tones, echoey and thin in the mist but unmistakeable. “I’d hoped to be away from here by now, then you wouldn’t have found me.”
“We would have followed. You’re too important to leave.” Another man. His voice was distorted by the weather. I felt as though I should recognise him, but didn’t. An old patient, perhaps, a recollection just beyond my memory. Whoever he was, he wasn’t the captain of a boat contracted to take us away.
“What if I promise to come back?” There was a pause, as though the other man were considering that offer. Come back after what? I crept closer. I could distinguish two forms, but they were still no better than indistinct shapes. I’m ashamed to own, fear kept me where I was when I should have stepped right up to them.
“I can’t let you leave. I have my orders.”
“And I can’t bear to stay.” My father again. I could tell which figure was which. Pa stood with his back to me and no knowledge that I was there.
“You don’t have a choice.”
My heart bounced against my ribs. I was debating whether to step out and make myself known when my arm was grabbed once more. Cosimo. His face was close, shiny with damp. If I’d had any doubt that he was furious, it was eliminated by his expression and his ferocious grip.
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About the Author
Katy Haye spends most of her time in imaginary worlds – her own or someone else’s. She has a fearsome green tea habit, a partiality for dark chocolate brazils and a fascination with the science of storytelling.
The highly anticipated second book in #1 New York Times Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout’s Wicked Trilogy is releasing July 19, 2016, and we have an excerpt for you! Check it out below, and be sure to grab the first book in the series, WICKED, which is on sale for $.99 for a limited time!
From New York Times bestselling author Jay Crownover comes CHARGED, the latest in her sexy The Saints of Denver Series, releasing May 24th! Known for her strong heroines and alpha males, you won’t know what hit you as you read Avett and Quaid’s story. Keep reading for more about the Leagle Eagle and Avett and order your copy today.
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From the New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men books comes the second installment in the Saints of Denver series featuring a bad girl and a by the book attorney who could be her salvation…or her ruin.
Avett Walker and Quaid Jackson’s worlds have no reason to collide. Ever. Quaid is a high powered criminal attorney as slick as he is handsome. Avett is a pink-haired troublemaker with a bad attitude and a history of picking the wrong men.
When Avett lands in a sea of hot water because of one terrible mistake, the only person who can get her out of it is the insanely sexy lawyer. The last thing on earth she wants to do is rely on the no-nonsense attorney who thinks of her as nothing more than a nuisance. He literally has her fate in his hands. Yet there is something about him that makes her want to convince him to loosen his tie and have a little fun…with her.
Quaid never takes on clients like the impulsive young woman with a Technicolor dye job. She could stand to learn a hard lesson or two, but something about her guileless hazel eyes intrigues him. Still, he’s determined to keep their relationship strictly business. But doing so is becoming more impossible with each day he spends with her.
As they work side-by-side, they’ll have to figure out a way to get along and keep their hands off each other—because the chemistry between them is beyond charged.
My rating: 4 stars
Charged follows Avett Walker and Quaid Jackson. After the incident at the bar Avett finds herself in legal trouble, thanks to Asa she finds herself with lawyer, Quaid. From his first meeting with Avett, Quaid knows this case isn’t going to be a usual for him – there’s something about her honesty that intrigues him and makes him act differently.
In the Marked Men series I was not really fond of Avett, I mean I really did not like her, but after reading this my opinion about her completely changed – she is a cinnamon roll that needs to be protected at all cost. I just wanted to hold her and tell her everything will be alright and it’s not her fault; I’m glad Quaid was there to do that. She was so broken she didn’t realise the amazing support she had around her – she was drowned in her mistakes that she felt she didn’t deserve the support she received. Her emotional growth was a pleasure to read.
Quaid was absolutely drool-some, ahhh Legal Eagle *_*. He was dealing with his own demons but he overcame them and that was fantastic. There wasn’t much of a character growth, it was more like him breaking down his wall and becoming himself. He was pretty amazing to begin with and when he shed his walls I knew I was a goner.
The chemistry between Avett and Quaid was explosive, and while the romance was steamy and swoon-worthy, the story was much more than that. It was about not letting your past define you, but how you move forward from it. The story had me on the edge of my seat till the very end.
I loved the appearance of old character and some new ones. There were hints for future stories and I, for one, cannot wait. I’m not sure whose story I want more first, I kind of want both right now. I shall patiently wait for the next one.
She let her arms fall and scooted forward on the chair. She leaned forward and looked at me intently. Her eyes were mesmerizing and I found myself distracted by all the different colors trapped there. I had to ask her to repeat herself when I realized she said something and was waiting for a response from me. I needed to get my head in the game where this girl was concerned…this girl…that was the part I seemed to keep forgetting.
“What did you say?” My voice dipped lower than it normally was and I shifted in my seat as other parts of me started to notice all the interesting and attractive things about Avett Walker as well.
“I said, I Googled you.” She swept some of her hair back from where it had fallen over her shoulder, and I literally had to force myself to keep my gaze locked on her face as the motion pushed her chest up higher and tighter against the plain, black T-shirt she had on.
“Oh, yeah? How did that work out for you?” I knew what she would find: my service record, my wedding announcement, my work history from the firm, various tidbits on my most high profile cases, and various articles chronicling my divorce. Most divorces weren’t newsworthy, but when one of the people involved came from money and the other was as high profile as I was, it made for good filer on a slow news day. I was curious to see what her interpretation of the snapshot of my life that existed on the internet was.
She got up from the chair and started to pace back and forth in front of my desk as she talked. “It worked out well enough, I guess. I saw that you were enlisted when you were younger, which explains why my dad immediately liked you.” She looked at me over her shoulder and a tiny grin tugged at her mouth. “He doesn’t usually like anyone instantly. It takes him a while to warm up.”
I listened with half an ear as I watched her brightly colored hair swish around her shoulders. She didn’t come across as the girly or overly feminine type, so I wondered why she had gone with such a delicate and pretty pink when coloring her hair.
“I learned that you’re a Colorado native, that you grew up in the mountains, that your birthday is right around Christmas, which means you’re almost thirty-two, so you’ve accomplished a lot in your career in a short amount of time. I also learned that you own a lot of suits.”
I snorted out a surprised laugh at that last part, which made her stop pacing. She took a step closer to my desk and put her hands on the opposite edge, leaning forward. The new position made her T-shirt gape at the collar, and even though I refused to look down, I could see the hint of a leopard-print bra peeking out. That hint of something forbidden made my mouth go dry and had my pulse kicking. It was a powerful reaction to very little provocation, and I made myself beat it back, forcibly.
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About Jay Crownover:
Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men, The Point,and the Saints of Denverseries. 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.
The Midnight Sea by Kat Ross
(Fourth Element #1)
Publication date: May 10th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
They are the light against the darkness.
The steel against the necromancy of the Druj.
And they use demons to hunt demons….
Nazafareen lives for revenge. A girl of the isolated Four-Legs Clan, all she knows about the King’s elite Water Dogs is that they bind wicked creatures called daevas to protect the empire from the Undead. But when scouts arrive to recruit young people with the gift, she leaps at the chance to join their ranks. To hunt the monsters that killed her sister.
Scarred by grief, she’s willing to pay any price, even if it requires linking with a daeva named Darius. Human in body, he’s possessed of a terrifying power, one that Nazafareen controls. But the golden cuffs that join them have an unwanted side effect. Each experiences the other’s emotions, and human and daeva start to grow dangerously close.
As they pursue a deadly foe across the arid waste of the Great Salt Plain to the glittering capital of Persepolae, unearthing the secrets of Darius’s past along the way, Nazafareen is forced to question his slavery—and her own loyalty to the empire. But with an ancient evil stirring in the north, and a young conqueror sweeping in from the west, the fate of an entire civilization may be at stake…
Interview with Kat Ross
So where did the idea for the Fourth Element series come from? And why ancient Persia?
Well, I really wanted to write a fantasy, and I wanted to have supernatural creatures that no one had seen before. Delving into mythology is a great way to spark ideas, and that’s where I learned about daevas. They’re the demons of Zoroastrianism, a religion founded some 3,500 years ago and that’s still practiced today (Freddie Mercury is one of its most famous followers). I thought it would be interesting a tell a story that flipped this moral judgment on its head and asked, what if they were actually good? What if the whole demon thing was a justification for their enslavement by human priests? So I gave them some cool magical powers and threw in a healthy dash of sword-fighting and forbidden love, and The Midnight Sea was born.
What’s your writing process like?
I’m not especially fast, and I can be really hard on myself for having a relatively paltry wordcount at the end of several hours’ hard labor. Rachel Aaron Bach is my hero in this respect, and she has a great book out called 2,000 to 10,000 that I highly recommend. That said, I do write every day, and I write in the mornings before anything else because it’s the most important thing to me and I’ll be cranky if I get sucked into other things and end up blowing off my manuscript. But even if I only turn out a thousand words, it adds up pretty quickly! Honestly, I think you can do it any way you like, the main thing is to not worry too much about what others think and to keep believing in yourself, because if you don’t, no one else will.
I’m also a heavy-duty plotter and outliner, which means that my final draft is generally pretty clean. Most of the editing tends to be adding quieter scenes where the characters reveal themselves in more subtle ways, since the full-tilt action bits come quickly to me.
Any tips on how to vanquish writer’s block?
There’s usually a reason why I’ve lost my enthusiasm for a project. Sometimes it’s a very real problem in the story that a nagging little voice in my head is already aware of and that I need to listen to. If I’m bored, the reader will definitely be bored. So I work on identifying the problem. I take long walks, I scribble out flow charts, I consult wise people like Beth Revis, whose Paper Hearts is just awesome for plotting and structure. What worked for me recently on another project was to write a new, one-page summary. I realized there just wasn’t enough suspense building toward the final third. The fix required some work, but it was completely worth it in the end.
And sometimes you try all that and it doesn’t work because there isn’t a real problem: the storyline is brilliant, the characters are loveable/hateable, the prose is exquisite. Your head just isn’t in the game for whatever reason. If so, sit down and write as often as you can anyway. Otherwise, the not-in-the-mood excuse will get too comfortable and you won’t ever finish anything.
Finally, whether you are working on a self-imposed deadline or one set by an editor, take a breath and remind yourself that this is a first draft. You can—and will—go back later and polish, adding scenes, deleting others, and generally reworking the whole thing. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to be the best thing you’ve ever written, and in fact you wouldn’t want it to be, because that means it’s all downhill from here, right?
What are you reading right now?
Moriarty by Anthony Horowitz, Bone Gap by Laura Ruby, The Great Hunt by Robert Jordan, The Girl With All the Gifts by M.R. Carey, and A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab. I keep a pile next to my bed and graze depending on my mood. It’s probably a terrible habit, but I can’t seem to break it.
Do you write in more than one genre?
Yes! I think because I’ve always read pretty widely in more than one genre (mainly fantasy and mysteries of all stripes, with a side of sci-fi and thrillers), it’s natural for me to try my hand at writing different kinds of stories.
My first book was a YA dystopian thriller, this series is solid fantasy, and I have another Sherlockian mystery series in the works that’s set in the Victorian era. The first book, The Daemoniac, is available for free right now in serialized form on the Radish app for iPhone (and Android later this month), and I’m planning to publish it this year once I get a breather from working on the Fourth Element series.
So where is the series headed?
I have two more books planned to conclude this story arc (there’s still an evil queen to contend with, among other things), so the first set will be a trilogy. Then the idea is to jump forward a couple thousand years, although probably not all the way to the modern era. After spending so much time immersed in Victoriana for The Daemoniac, I would love to return to that period. Daevas and their bonded live a very, very long time, so I don’t have to say goodbye to my most beloved (and despised) characters from The Midnight Sea. I looked it up and there is a mash-up called gaslight fantasy (adore that!), which sounds just my speed. (:
My eyes flew open at the crack of dawn. I groaned and rubbed my forehead. My scalp tingled, an icy, unpleasant sensation. I knew right away where Darius was and what he was doing. It was another side effect of the bond, I’d discovered. I could feel his heart beating. I knew that one of his boots was too tight. I could shut my eyes and tell you exactly where he was, even if he was hundreds of leagues away.
Why had no one told me what it would be like? I supposed Tijah did, but this was much worse than I’d expected. Much, much worse.
I threw on my new scarlet tunic and marched down to the river. Tendrils of mist swirled through the dead reeds at the edge. It was late autumn and the air had a dank chill that promised snow.
My daēva stood there, stripped to the waist, pouring water over his head with his right hand. He wore a gold faravahar on a chain around his neck, its eagle wings spread wide. His left arm lay at his side, grey and dead. I stared at his shoulder, at the juncture where smooth skin met rough. His Druj curse.
It slowed me for a moment, seeing that pathetic arm, but I wasn’t yet ready to forgive him for waking me. That was my excuse, anyway. Of course, what really angered me was the terrible realization that I was burdened with a sorrow not my own, but that bled me nonetheless. What really angered me was him—everything about him.
He was calmer this morning, but I wasn’t. I stopped about twenty feet away. He didn’t turn around although he knew I was there.
“It’s nice that you’re so pious,” I said. “But don’t you think it’s a little early to be down here performing the morning rites?”
He paused, then dumped the last of the water from the bowl. I felt the cold trickle down my spine and my lips tightened.
“I was taught by the magi to come at first light,” Darius said. “Did you expect to sleep in? I’m afraid that’s not the way it works for Water Dogs.” He smiled, and we both knew it was fake. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you in some way.”
I stared at him, at the dark hair plastered across his forehead, his stubborn mouth. He looked so human. And yet there was something in the way Darius held himself, perfectly at ease in his own skin. Still but coiled, like the wolves I’d seen in the mountains.
“You haven’t offended me in the least,” I said. “I suppose you need the blessing more than I do.”
I spun on my heel and walked away, knowing I had wounded him. A small stab to my own heart. And I felt slightly ashamed. But that wasn’t the end of it. Then I felt his satisfaction at my shame. And my own anger that he knew and was glad.
And then his amusement at my anger!
I stalked off, determined to think nothing, to feel nothing, ever again.
If only it were that easy.
Kat Ross worked as a journalist at the United Nations for ten years before happily falling back into what she likes best: making stuff up. She lives in Westchester with her kid and a few sleepy cats. Kat is also the author of the dystopian thriller Some Fine Day (Skyscape, 2014), about a world where the sea levels have risen sixty meters. She loves magic, monsters and doomsday scenarios. Preferably with mutants.