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Bend Me, Break Me by Chelsea M. Cameron
New Adult Romantic Suspense title
Available Now on Kindle Unlimited
One terrible secret.
It will either bring them together or tear them apart.
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“I get it,” she said. “I finally get it.” She wouldn’t look up at me, instead concentrating on her hands. There were a few freckles on the backs of them. I wanted to take one of her purple pens and connect them to make constellations on her skin.
“Get what?” I asked. Her eyes came up to my face.
“Why you’re so obsessed with me.” I raised both eyebrows, but inside, I was panicked. What if she figured me out? That would be disastrous. It would be the end.
“And why is that?” I said, trying to be playful.
“I’m mysterious,” she said, she wiggled her fingers in front of my face and the right side of her mouth drew up. Was that a smirk? Did Ingrid just smirk at me?
“Oh, is that what you think it is?” After so many intense moments, this moment of levity was like a cool drink for a parched throat.
“Definitely. What else could it be?” I wasn’t going to answer that.
“You got me,” I said, putting my hands up as if I surrendered. “I’m a sucker for a mystery.”
She nodded and I thought I spotted another smile, but it was gone quickly, stuffed away behind rigid lips.
“Thank you,” she said, so quietly that I almost didn’t catch it.
“You’re very welcome, Ingrid. Anytime.” I got up and brought her some pizza and another glass of water. I had the feeling she hadn’t been eating much recently.
She carefully ate two slices and had two water refills. It made the color in her cheeks come back.
“You must think I’m crazy,” she said.
“No. I don’t think that at all.” I wouldn’t think that about anyone, least of all her.
“I’m not lying. Look at me.” I would never get used to the way her eyes seared into me.
“I don’t think you’re crazy, Ingrid. Not even a little bit.” Her eyes narrowed and I could tell she was assessing if I was telling the truth or not.
“Okay,” she finally said. “I believe you.”
Then came medical school, deadlines, and the pressure of being the best. I became overwhelmed, seeking out alternate ways to stay on top, like extracurricular activities will my mentor.
After a while my life was spinning out of control. I fell in love and began having an affair with my married professor, and to top it off we’ve been caught by his vengeful spouse. She’ll stop at nothing to expose her husband for the lying, cheating man he’s become, putting me directly in the crossfires of their very public separation. The school board is talking about revoking my credits.
I think he loves me. He claims we can have a future if I’m patient, but now there is something pressing me to make drastic decisions.
I’m pregnant and he thinks it’s best if I abort the child before anyone finds out. My only choice is to leave town, to return to the family who I know will protect me.
I don’t know what’s going to happen when my family discovers the truth, but at this point nothing can hurt me more than losing everything I’ve worked my whole life for.
A faceless name. That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her. But then the unplanned happened.
We met. And all I wanted from her was a dirty weekend . . . until that wasn’t enough and I longed for so much more.
Lawrence Thorn suddenly means the world to me. And that’s a problem. She’s my business partner’s sister. Forbidden fruit. Pursuing her can mean trouble for me at Lovibond Brewery. But I don’t care.
I yearn for her skin against mine.
I crave her smell on my body.
I want to make her laugh and then hear her moan my name.
And she does for a brief moment in time.
But Lawrence wants more than I’m able to give. And it’s a damn shame because there’s no one on earth I want more than her.
An epic love.
A miserable ending.
Unless it’s not.
“I told you I didn’t need a man to feel complete. I meant that.” I’m going to make her come
so hard she’s going to know what she’s been missing.
I stroke the back of my hand down her cheek. Soft. Smooth. Delicate. “You’re beautiful,
Most of the women I’ve been with are too skinny, and they hide behind masks of cosmetics.
But not Wren. She’s an all-natural woman.
She’s very different from Bridgette, yet alike in many ways.
Both make me laugh.
Both put me at ease.
Both are so genuine.
I rub her hip and there’s actually something there to grab instead of skin-covered bone.
Skinny isn’t attractive to me. I like curves and shape. Wren is everything I like in a woman.
She strokes my face again, running the tips of her fingers through my facial hair. “I love this,
Brou. It’s my idea of manly beauty.” I’m used to being called Boudreaux. But I can get used to
Brou if it’s coming from her.
“Manly beauty.” This is the second time she’s made a reference about me being manly.
Makes me wonder if she’s ever been with a man she considers masculine. Well, I’m going to
show her how much of a man I am. And not just once.
I lower myself until I’m hovering over her. I press my lips to the side of her neck as I grasp
the back of her thigh and bend it at the knee. That’s it, baby. Wrap it around me.
I glide my hand up the back of her smooth leg until it’s inside her shorts. And panties. Same
song from last night. Second verse. But it’s palm against bare ass this time.
I wonder what she’d do if my fingers left the safety of her ass cheek and moved to that
sensitive place between her legs. Let’s find out.
It’s been a long time for Wren. I don’t want to rush this so I move slowly, gliding my hand up
to her waist before moving it lower. She jolts when I touch her groin. “Sorry. I’m terribly ticklish
there.” Duly noted. I’ll use that to my advantage later.
I move my hand away from the bend of her leg closer to her center. “What about that?
“Yes.” The single word comes out in a soft whisper. Time to take her breath away, as
She pants as the tips of my fingers stroke her through the wet crotch of her panties. I’ve
barely touched her and she’s drenched. Physical proof of her arousal and desire for me. Fucking
I push her panties aside and drag my finger up her wet center. She jolts when I graze her clit.
Given it’s been a long time, she’ll be more sensitive than ever. That’s going to make this even
I take my hand out of her panties and suck her slick moisture from my fingers. “Mmm . . .
you are delicious. I can’t wait to taste you fully.”
She reaches up a
nd rubs my bottom lip. “You have a dirty mouth.”
“I have a greedy mouth. Lucky you.”
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
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Recruited into the CIA at a young age, Connor Sparks knows how dirty the world can be. Only when he’s with his friends can he find some peace. So when an anonymous journalist threatens one of the Perfect Gentlemen, Connor vows to take down the person behind the computer, by whatever means necessary—even if it means posing as his target’s bodyguard.
Publishing a tabloid revealing Washington’s most subversive scandals has earned Lara Armstrong the ire of the political scene—and a slew of death threats. To keep herself from ending up a headline, Lara hires a bodyguard, a man as handsome as he is lethal.
When the bullets start to fly, Lara is surprised to find herself in Connor’s arms. But as they begin to unravel a mystery that just might bring down the White House, Lara is devastated when she discovers Connor’s true identity—and finds herself at the mercy of forces who will stop at nothing to advance their deadly agenda.
“What belongs to me? Be specific. I want the words.”
“My pussy belongs to you. I belong to you. No matter what I do, I know I belong to you. I love you. I love you so much, Connor.” She poured her heart into those words, willing him to believe her.
“And I belong to you. No matter what I fucking do. You remember that. You take those words and memorize them because no matter what happens, they’re true and they’re going to stay true. I won’t let you take them back. Ever.”
She wouldn’t want to. “I love you.”
“That means everything to me, princess.” He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips. She felt his erection probe between her thighs. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you. Remember that, too.”
She couldn’t reply because the head of his cock breached her in one hard thrust. He didn’t ease into her or give her time to adjust. He gave her every inch he had, holding her hips and forcing himself inside her. She was invaded and dominated. He controlled and conquered. A shock of tingles rolled through her body. She whimpered.
“Push back against me,” he commanded.
She thrust back and tossed her head at the feel of him sliding in to the hilt. It was almost too much. He held himself steady, and his left hand slid up to her breasts. He shoved the bra above her mounds and cupped her as he pulled out and stroked back in. He thumbed her nipple then gave it a twist.
“Never again, Lara. I swear to god if you lie to me again, I won’t be responsible for what I do to you. I’ll tie you to the bed and I won’t ever let you leave again. Your whole life will be about taking my cock. You won’t see the fucking outside world. You’ll spend every day on your back and your knees and any other way that pleases me.”
She found him endlessly amusing when he was angry. Somehow she couldn’t see him actually turning her into a sex slave, but she was sure in the moment it seemed like a viable option to him.
He twisted her nipple again, and a pleasurable pain shimmered through her. She responded before he could do it again. “Yes, Connor. I won’t see the light of day. I understand.”
“I’ll chain you to me, Lara.” He anchored his hands back on her hips as he thrust in and out of her body in rough, rhythmic strokes. “I won’t let you leave my sight. Fuck, you feel so good.”
She let her head fall back, giving over to the euphoria of having Connor inside her. He was so big. When he filled her, she always had a moment when she wasn’t sure she could handle it, but she ached to try. And once she succeeded in accommodating every inch of him . . . She groaned. There was nothing like it. There was certainly no one like him.
He caressed every bit of her skin that he could reach, her breasts and her belly, the curves of her waist and hips, before he found her clitoris again and strummed it—fucking her with force all the while.
Lara pressed back against him. If she hadn’t, the strength of his thrusts would have sent her headfirst into the wall. Still, he didn’t hold back. He simply picked up the pace and she moved with him. The push and pull of his strokes formed a rhythm she sank into. Over and over his cock sank deep before he dragged back out, sensitizing her flesh and drawing her to the edge.
She groaned as he toyed with her clitoris in earnest now.
“I can’t hold out. You feel so good. You’re so hot and tight around me. Come for me, princess.”
Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than forty novels. For over fifteen years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold well over a million copies and been published in a dozen languages.
Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past seven years.
Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and a very spoiled cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
Her first novel, Their Virgin Captive: Masters of Ménage, Book 1, was a collaboration with New York Times bestselling author Shayla Black. There are six more books available in the series: Their Virgin’s Secret, Their Virgin Concubine, Their Virgin Princess, Their Virgin Hostage, Their Virgin Secretary, and Their Virgin Mistress.
In addition to the Masters of Ménage series, she is the author of the Masters and Mercenaries series. The first nine novels, The Dom Who Loved Me, The Men with the Golden Cuffs, A Dom is Forever, On Her Master’s Secret Service, Love and Let Die, Dungeon Royale, A View to a Thrill, You Only Love Twice, and Master No are available now, along with the novellas Sanctum, Unconditional, Dungeon Games, Cherished, Luscious, Adored, and Just One Taste. The tenth novel, From Sanctum with Love, is coming February 23, 2016, along with a new novella, Devoted, on April 12, 2016.
In 2013, Lexi also began releasing her urban fantasy series, Thieves. The full series, Steal the Light, Steal the Day, Steal the Moon, Steal the Sun, and Steal the Night, are available now on Amazon. The first two books in a spin-off of the series, Ripper and Addict, were released in 2015. Look for Sleeper, the next book in the spin-off series, to be released in Fall of 2016.
Lexi again collaborated with Shayla Black in a new series The Perfect Gentlemen. The first book, Scandal Never Sleeps, is now available. Book two, Seduction in Session, will release on January 5, 2016, followed by book three, Big Easy Temptation, on May 3, 2016.
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My Papai always said wine made everything better. Countless times he uttered those familiar words to me— “The Merlot will melt your problems away meu amor. With a good bottle of wine in your hand, you hold the magical key to anything you want.”
I believed my father whole heartily, until my world came crashing down on me at twenty-four years old.
It wasn’t going to take wine to help Brody and I find our way back to one another. It was going to take fighting … not only for our love—
But for my life.
Her eyes met mine, and I swear I’d never felt my stomach twist and turn like that. She was gorgeous. Dark brown hair pulled up neatly on her head, green eyes that danced with excitement, and skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. When I accidentally brushed my hand across her shoulder, my entire body caught fire.
It only took me a few minutes to get myself back under control so I could speak to her, but the jerk sitting across from her started talking to her.
“So, Brynlee, what are you getting your degree in?” he asked.
Brynlee smiled politely, but I got the feeling she didn’t want to talk to him. “Business management.”
Bingo. My cue.
“Really? Same here,” I cut in as I turned to Brynlee. “Well, chemical engineering with a minor in business.”
Brynlee turned and looked at me with the sweetest smile. I actually had to concentrate on breathing while I looked at those beautiful bee-stung lips. “Wow, that’s impressive. I wonder if we’ve had any classes together?”
Hell no. I’d remember seeing this beautiful creature.
“Must not have.”
Keeping the grin on her face, she shrugged. “Well, some of those classes were huge. You could have been in the back or something.”
I lifted my beer and took a drink as Brynlee’s eyes fell to my lips. Setting my beer back on the table, I gave her a panty-melting smile, ensuring to show my dimples. She seemed to like them. Her breath caught every time she looked at them. “I’m pretty damn sure I’d have noticed you if you were in any of my classes, Brynlee.”
Kelly Elliott’s Who We Were is just a beautiful story. I know that almost sounds trite, but if I had to sum it up in one word that is what comes to mind… just beautiful.
Now what made it so beautiful for me? That is harder to put into words. (Of course!) Naturally you have that it is so well written, and that you can easily lose yourself in the story and connect with the characters. But there were a few key things that really resonated with me that just tipped the scale. First you could just feel how much this book meant to the author. You can see it for yourself in the dedication… but you can actually feel it. What do I mean by this? You know when you just get those feels from a character? When it is just so well written that what they do, what they feel is so real, so emotional that you live it along with them. Yeah… you get that here. The other big thing for me was that nothing really felt forced or overdone in the book. This was a book that you could really see happening. But it took the ordinary – and told the story with such finesse, such beauty, such poignancy, that you were completely swept away in the story. I was with the characters the entire way – with them I fell in love, my heart broke, I experienced fear, nerves, regret, longing, passion, tears, hope, forgiveness and joy.
Who We Were was a quick read. But not in that oooh this is a fun quick read… no you just sit down and find yourself lost in Brynlee & Brody’s love story, so you keep flipping through as you drink it all in.
I definitely recommend this book!
I received a complimentary copy of Who We Were in exchange for my honest review.
Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas hill country and write.
One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.
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