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♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Leaving Me Behind by Sigal Ehrlich @Sigal_Ehrlich @BTSPromosPR




Leaving Me Behind
by
Sigal Ehrlich

Release Date: May 25, 2015

Genre: Stand Alone Contemporary Romance





✾ Synopsis ✾


Fed up with her comfortable and dull-to-boredom life, Liv takes the bravest leap, leaving it all behind. Unfortunately the crux of her issues – her entrenched, well-kept emotional guard – tags along for the ride.

With the spirit of change burning from every pore and a determined plan to break free from her self-oppressed lifestyle to enjoy life's simplest pleasures, she moves half way across the globe to a peaceful Spanish coastal town.

With an aim to feel whole again, liberated and happy by herself, Liv begins her journey while maintaining weekly-cyber therapy sessions with her long time, questionable shrink.

As Liv finally begins to enjoy her new life and experience the varied goods the exotic country has to offer, a sudden major turn leads Liv to be swept into the most tantalizing roller coaster of her life.

A turn that leaves her questioning everything she thought was right.

THIS IS A STAND-ALONE NOVEL. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.








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"So how did you like our wine?" Sebastian gestures with a hint of a knowing glee to the half-empty evidence on my coffee table.

"Vivian suggested I try it," I blabber. "Umm, it was good."

He cocks an eyebrow.

"Frankly, I'm not much of a wine person; I'm more of a sweet cocktail kind of gal. It was very good though, but I couldn't elaborate on the taste or anything else as you experts would."

"I see," he says somewhat pensive. He motions for me to take a seat at the low coffee table and settles himself on the sofa in front of me. His slightly parted legs almost touch mine. He takes the bottle and deftly removes the cork.

"Let's try to do it together, shall we," he says, his voice a degree huskier. "You need to use your senses to evaluate wine, scent, taste... sight." He gives me a soft, yet bluntly suggestive look. "Sight," he says as he brings the bottle to his mouth, wraps his lips around the narrow opening, and takes a slow sip. I swallow hard, following the motion of his Adam’s apple under bristled, tanned skin. He then inclines his head toward me and cups the nape of my neck. He slightly tilts my head back and touches his mouth to mine. With the parting of my lips, his tongue reaches in, filling my mouth with warmness, wine, and an intoxicating breath. His tongue commences to stroke mine through the rich moistness; a combined sensual flesh on flesh electrifying sensation hovered by the tingling of the aromatic liquid. It skims around my tongue, letting the luscious liquid reach every part of my greedy mouth. I suck hard on his tongue, tasting the wine and him; my desire grows, and grows with every erotic stroke of his.

"Taste," he says low as he pulls back, lightly biting my bottom lip causing a sting that crawls all the way between my legs. "Keep your eyes closed, Liv. I'm going to do that again. I want you to suck on it, swirl it in your mouth, and try to think what flavors come to your mind." And he does, with one hand at the nape of my neck and the other sliding to curl around my knee. Everything inside me tightens, everything around me melts, and everything about me arouses. It's a sensory overload. Open them... now, tell me if it's balanced." He kisses my lips gently. "Complex." Another kiss. "Evolved." A more profound one.

Tastes like an orgasm? I close my eyes and lick my slightly pulsing lips. His hand trails slowly under the hem of my dress, holding my thigh with mild force. I lick my lips again, distracted by the touch of his hand.

"It tastes warm and rich."

"Mmmhmm." His hand sprawls, making my skin burn at the spot.

"Fruity and sexy," I add quietly, my eyes still closed, the edge of my lips slightly curved.

"Keep going." His other hand cups my cheek, and his thumb grazes my lips.

"It tastes like something I want in my mouth again." My eyelids slowly lift and my eyes meld into his with everything that rages inside of me.

"Sold," he says gruffly, with a hint of a heated smile. "Oh, and there's the scent," he adds next, nuzzling the area just below my ear. His hand on my thigh under my dress advances till the tips of his fingers whisper over the delicate fabric of my panties. I strangle a moan while his lips sear the skin of my neck. He murmurs, "Divine."

My eyes remain closed as I savor the taste of his mouth, his tongue, and his sweet, musky scent wafting around me. God, he smells like warm, rich, spicy chocolate. He smells like molten chocolate with a sprinkle of chili.

"Take your dress off for me, Liv." His voice reaches me, and we slowly flicker our eyes into a scorching, locked stare. He speaks to my mouth next, though it feels like he speaks to the spot between my legs as it insentiently starts pulsing in heat.

"Undress for me. Stand up and slowly take your dress off."





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Five favorite quotes from Leaving Me Behind


1. "It's Sebastian Noé Balle. My friends call me Seb. My family calls me Tian. You can call me whatever you want as long as you'll let me touch you again."

2. "You know that moment, that tiny moment that when it happens, it becomes so clear? The moment your heart expands to an impossible size and embraces the person in front of you to its very core. Wraps him in so tight it hurts. My heart just did that."

3. "What can I say, revoltingly misogynistic as it may sound, after all, my Barbies never ended up running a stellar career while maintaining a monogamous relationship with their battery-operated significant other. They were always the happiest knowing that their well-deserved ever-after was at hand's reach when Ken's perfect Chiclets smile sparkled at them, saying: "Hey babe, I've got your back. Your forever after is on me."

4. "From hardly ever having sex with the light on, to: "Oh hi, thanks for the mother of all orgasms. What was your name again?" Oh, my parents would be so proud."

5. "The thought about how some images represent an era pops into my mind. The We Can Do It lady representing the World War II effort. Madonna wearing the Gaultier bra – signifying sultry is epic. Miss Lewinski's blue dress – manifesting adultery is the shit. Well, this guy like that, in my bed, represents sex is better than any legal, or illegal, rush.





✿ The Author ✿


By teen age, Sigal already lived in three different continents where she was lucky enough to experience and visit varied places, meet unique people, which only helped fuel her overly developed imagination. Currently, Sigal calls Estonia home where she lives with her husband and three kids.

Not exactly sure where they will end up next...



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♡ Cover Reveal + #Giveaway ♡ Endless Fate (Fate For Love #3) by Alicia Rae @aliciaraeauthor @InkSlingerPR



♡ Cover Reveal ♡



Today we have the cover reveal for Alicia Rae's Endless Fate and I am so excited to share it with you!!!

Alicia is sharing an excerpt as well as a really fun giveaway, so make sure you check it all out!! :)



Endless Fate
Fate For Love #3
by
Alicia Rae

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 23rd 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


Colton Kingston is set on rebuilding his ranch to what it once was before his livelihood was diminished to a pile of ashes from a revengeful dark act of arson. His brothers at heart are there with him every step of the way to help pick up the pieces of the old and replace them with the new.

Paige Summers finds her inner strength to battle through her burdens of taking another person's life. Standing in her rightful place by Colton's side, she's finally holding her own and living her dream of training horses.

Together, Colton and Paige have endured their fair share of obstacles and tragedies, and it has only made them stronger. With Hank Ulrich out of their lives, Colton is determined to make Paige, the girl he's loved since he was five years old, his wife — forever.

But as one door closes, another opens, and a new danger is lurking in the shadows, threatening to stand in their way.

Will Colton and Paige's love be endless, the way it was always meant to be? Or will a new devastation fall upon them and ruin their fate?










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"You have me alone. Now, start talking," I said in a stony voice.

Madeline reached into her blue blazer and handed me a five-by-seven manila envelope. "Open it."

I flipped it over, lifted the silver tab, and pulled out the stack of papers. My blood turned to ice when I took in the first photograph. It was of Paige and me on Hank's property the night we'd scoped out his place. The image was dark and a tad pixelated. She and I were both holding flashlights and walking between two barns.

My gut coiled, but I kept my expression unreadable. "So what? We trespassed on private property."

"There happens to be a reporter — Lexie West at The Murfreesboro Times — who is very interested in more details on my husband's mysterious death. It doesn't look good with Paige and you on my property weeks before my husband was murdered. She'll run anything I tell her, Colton. You forget who runs this town."

I was not threatened by her, so I told her, "Then, I'll be sure to show her the images I have of my horse sperm in the refrigerator in your stables and the paperwork confirming the fire on my property was arson, committed by your husband."

"Keep flipping," she hissed.

The second picture was of Kyle, Jason, Damon, Blake, and me on the night when we'd gone to Hank's estate and forced him to return what was rightfully mine.

I turned to the next image and immediately went rigid with uncontrollable fury. It was a close-up picture of Rusty's laceration, followed by a close-up of Foster.

"You bitch," I seethed.

Her laughter made me feel sick. "Keep going."

The next images consisted of Ashlee Davis inside of Lovin' Sweets, baking cookies and helping customers; Nancy Summers cooking in her kitchen and weeding her garden; Dave Summers working with his horses and herding cattle in the field.

My heart raced with each picture and its unspoken threat.

"I was originally here to chase Paige out of town..." Madeline trailed off for a brief second when my steely eyes met hers. "But after watching your face twist and writhe in pain, I'm glad I played a different angle."

"What the fuck are you getting at, Madeline? Spit it out already. I'm not intimidated by some news reporter." My patience was wearing thin. I was struggling not to line-drive her into the ground and wrap my hands around her neck.

"You have a grave weak spot, Colton, and I plan to decimate her by forcing her to endure losing everyone she loves, one by one, while I sit back and watch her misery consume her, destroy her, just as she did to me. You can't protect her twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. You can't save her from me. She's going to know what it feels like." Her body shook violently with indignation. "She made my heart bleed, and I won't accept anything less than the blood of hers in return."

So, she wants Paige to live a life without me? That's her punishment? I swallowed thickly. This woman knew nothing about me — that I would give my last dying breath to save Paige, that my love for her had no bounds. It was endless, unceasing.

I moved with agile speed and got right up in her face, causing a whirl of activity around me. Two handguns were pointed directly at either side of my temples. Blake was right on my heel, shouting something. I didn't catch a word of it. My fury and focus were concentrated solely on one human being.

"You don't scare me," I told her as my lethal gaze roamed over the dark circles under her eyes, her stenciled thin brown eyebrows, and the harsh set of her cheekbones. "You should know, I've never hit a woman before in my life. It goes against how I was raised, everything I believe in—"

"Don't be foolish, boy." She laughed shallowly. "My bodyguards would be on you in a second."

I didn't doubt it. Ignoring her, I continued as though I hadn't heard her, "I'll be making an exception for you. So, make no mistake, the first chance I get, I won't hesitate a split second before snapping your frail little neck."

"I'm giving you one week to leave town for good, Kingston. Seven days and not a single more, or I'll start picking off those dear to her, one by one, and you won't be able to stop me." She snatched the envelope out of my grasp. "And I promise you, I won't be as delicate as my beloved husband was with this situation. I'm far more callous." She retreated with her bodyguards and sneered, "Have a good afternoon, boys."





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Enduring Fate
Fate For Love #1
by
Alicia Rae

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: December 30th 2014





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Colton Kingston has loved Paige Summers his entire life. All he has ever dreamed of is having Paige by his side while he lives the simple life of a cowboy raising horses and cattle on his farm.

When tragedy strikes, fate tests the strength of their love.

Paige’s confidence is shaken as she wonders if she can heal from her past and move forward, so Colton can have the life he was born to live. Can Colton and Paige endure everything in fate’s path?

Or will Paige give up her one true love to give Colton the life he deserves?








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Boundless Fate
Fate For Love #2
by
Alicia Rae

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 24th 2015





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Colton Kingston's livelihood has been reduced to a pile of black ashes by a tragic act of arson. After sending away the woman he's loved since the tender age of five, a dark hateful revenge threatens to overtake his heart. Colton knows pushing her away is the only way he can keep her safe.

Paige Summer has endured her fair share of obstacles in the past, and refuses to give up on Colton and the life they share together. As interferences try to tear them apart, Paige is determined to stand by Colton's side and remind him of their love and its strength.

But at every turn, tragedy continues to strike and more devastation falls upon them.

Will Colton and Paige's love be boundless? Or will revenge conquer their fate?








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Alicia Rae is a Contemporary Romance Author who lives in Dekalb, Illinois, with her husband and three beautiful boys. Alicia has a passion for reading all types of romance, writing to bring a story to life, and photography.

Thank you to my dear sister, Kels, who showed me a few years ago how much I truly missed reading. And to my loving husband, for not throwing away my Nook, and planting the seed of writing in my mind. I am forever grateful. Xo

Readers, words cannot thank you enough for supporting me along this incredible journey. I hope you enjoy my novels as much as I do writing them. I thank each and every one of you.

Believe in yourself and follow your dreams...



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♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Heavy Secrets by Elle Aycart @AycartElle @RSofRomance




Heavy Secrets
Bowen
by
Elle Aycart

Release Date: June 30, 2015





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Christy Sheridan has come a long way from the physical and emotional wreck she used to be. She's made Alden her home and is happily engaged to a man who loves and accepts her for who she is, curves, quirks, and geekiness included. Life is good. Until mommy dearest blows into town to "help" her clueless daughter seal the deal.

Cole Bowen is experiencing a world of firsts: first time in love, first engagement, first Valentine's, first in-laws. He's found the woman of his dreams, so he figured dealing with Martha Sheridan was a small price to pay. That is before his monster-in-law plants herself in their home and inside Christy's head, stirring up old demons and destroying her newly regained self-esteem. And while his hands are full with trying to neutralize their meddlesome guest, a mysterious phone call turns his world upside down.

With ghosts from the past resurfacing and threatening to tear Cole and Christy apart, can they make it to the wedding they both so desperately want, or will heavy secrets send their relationship to the breaking point?










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Chapter One

"How many years do you think I'd get for offing my mom? Because honest to God, if we're talking single digits, I'm willing to risk it," Christy said while leaning back on the lounge chair after getting a full-body massage that had left her totally gooey.

They were at the spa, wearing fluffy bathrobes and sipping tea, except for Christy, who was nursing a diet soda.

"Just name a time and place, and we'll be there with a shovel. No questions asked," Annie said, and Holly and Tate assented.

"I could claim temporary insanity." Heck, emotional self-defense too.

"Don't worry, we'll vouch for you. No jury in its right mind would convict you," Holly stated. "I thought you were exaggerating, but boy, were you understating. What a... character.”

Ha. That was one way of putting it.

Annie nodded in commiseration. She'd met Martha a long time ago, when the girls were in college. Christy had gone for an East Coast institution, hoping it would be out of her mom's range, but going away had been useless. There was no place far enough.

Crazy had its own methods of reaching her.

"Where's the Grand Diva now?" Tate, Christy's future sister-in-law, asked.

"Checking out wedding dresses. She arranged an appointment at a bridal shop. I stood her up."

Her whole posse turned to her, looking stupefied.

"She's picking out a wedding dress without the bride?"

Yeah, typical Martha stunt.

"I know I should be there, but why, really? She won't listen to anything I say. I might as well save my breath."

And a whole lot of pain and abuse in the process.

The girls pondered for a second and then nodded.

"Oh, and remember," Christy added, reaching for her diet soda. "I'm not here. I'm in the middle of a massive twelve-car accident. Well and healthy but stuck inside the vehicle and waiting for the firefighters to come and cut the roof open to rescue me."

That her mom hadn't rushed to her side when Christy called her — and that Christy had known she wouldn't — already said it all.

"And when your mom realizes your car is intact? Then what?" Tate asked, to which Christy couldn't help snorting.

"That would imply she remembered our talk. It won't happen. A total impossibility."

Christy would bet anything, her first unborn child included — and her second and third — that her mom wouldn't even mention it. That was the advantage of being disappointed one too many times; no way in hell to harbor false illusions.

Martha's number-one priority was... Martha. Followed by whatever man she was screwing with at the moment. How she'd managed to marry a decent guy and keep him for several years was beyond Christy. Then again, Fred was too kind for his own good. That or he had a hell of a lot of bad karma from a previous life.

For a split second, she'd considered going to the bridal shop, but then she'd discarded the idea. Defaulting to her smile-accept-and-walk-away technique, she'd nodded and kept quiet. And had run in the opposite direction at the first chance. Let her mother get her kicks. Just let her do it far away from Christy. Besides, there was no damage Martha could do; Christy had told the shop assistant not to reserve anything without her consent.

Holly poured herself more tea. "Doesn't she know you don't want a traditional dress for your summer wedding?"

"She knows. She just doesn't care." They were talking about a woman who had gotten married four times, once with a beer-can tab as a ring. Appointments at high-scale bridal shops were a dream come true for her. "I feel like a shitty daughter, but I'm so ready for her to leave."

Martha had come for Christmas with her husband and stayed a couple of days. It had gone rather well, probably because Cole was scary enough and Martha hadn't worked herself up to be... well, herself. This time around, she'd been in Alden for three days, without Fred, and Christy was ready to face the gallows for a chance to get rid of her.

Fate had thrown Christy the mother of all curve balls when it chose Martha as her sole parent.

Their relationship had always been complicated, to say the least, with Christy spending all her life putting out fires — Martha's — and eating to cope. Eventually she'd gotten her food addiction under control, but changing her mom and her nasty ways was something out of her reach.

And having Martha living with her without Fred as a buffer was bringing up all sorts of feelings and automatic coping mechanisms that Christy had thought she'd left behind.

Lora, Christy's former sponsor, had been right: nothing guaranteed recovery, and they were always one upset away from relapse.

"What about Cole?" Tate asked, taking Christy out of her reverie. "Isn't he putting her in her place?"

He would if he knew. Apparently Martha was learning subtlety, at least in front of a 240-pound, uncompromising ex-marine. It also helped that Christy had asked him not to interfere. Cole was a black-and-white kind of person. Intransigent and not inclined to put up with moronities. Left to his own devices, he would have kicked Martha out the first day.

"She's... contained around him. I think she's scared of him."

"She and half the world, sister," Holly mumbled.

Christy rolled her eyes and, after reaching inside the pocket of her bathrobe, fished out a sugar-free cherry lollipop. "Come on. Cole is a harmless sweetie." Who liked macho power tripping and playing with cuffs, but a sweetie nonetheless.

They'd been together for six months, and although they'd clashed several times, he'd kept his word and hadn't shut her out. He'd leave to cool down—sometimes he went to his brother James's; sometimes she saw him pacing up and down the yard, muttering under his breath — but he always came back and they always found middle ground.

"To you he's harmless," Holly corrected as Christy unwrapped the candy. "Wait until he finds out about the pole-dancing classes. Mike already told Kyra to up her insurance. And to make sure there are no guys lurking around during said classes."

Cole and his men had started working on Kyra's dance studio right before Christmas and had gotten it ready in no time. Anything to get the exotic aerobics and the horde of giggling women in tight thongs out of Haddican's, the local gym, and away from so much bubbling testosterone.

"It's all Annie's fault," Christy shot back, giving her friend the evil eye. "She signed me up without asking."

Christy wasn't much for showing herself off, and pole dancing was exactly that, but Kyra had been so excited to have her and Tate on board that it had been impossible to get out of it without hurting Kyra's feelings.

On the plus side, Martha hadn't found out about her daughter's new hobby. She would have made fun of Christy or joined the classes. Either way, no number of twelve-step meetings would have helped Christy get through that trauma. Her mother was many things, but ugly and clumsy she wasn't. That her ass and boobs were still perkily pointing north and that she moved perfectly to capitalize on that also helped. Working a pole under her reproving stare would have killed Christy and her shaky, newly developed self-esteem. For all Martha's dumb decisions in her personal life — and boy, were there plenty — she had a witty tongue and knew how to deliver killer putdowns.

"Duh, you would have said no," Annie replied, bringing her back to the present. "And I owed you one after you got me into exotic aerobics."

"You know I can't quit the exotic aerobics. I needed company." Christy had gone there just on a whim, but then Cole saw her and, in one of his my-way-or-the-highway stunts, had tossed her over his shoulder and stomped out of the class. Now she couldn't quit, just on principle. She needed to stand her ground with Cole, especially when he was being a control freak and attempting to fuck her into submission, which was very often.

Besides, she liked that class. And defying Cole.

Annie pursed her lips. "A pregnant woman wiggling her ass around a chair and pretending to be sexy is... definitely not."

"I'm pretty sure Max feels otherwise," Holly said. "I've seen him watching you. No way to disguise that look."

"What look?"

"That tight expression. The she's-mine-everyone-back-the-fuck-off glare, mixed with wait-till-I-get-a-closed-door-between-us-and-the-rest-of-the-world."

Tate laughed. "That's the standard Bowen look."

Damn right. Christy had seen it on Cole's face many times. Before and after fucking her senseless. Heck, while too. She loved that proprietary look. It said she was beautiful and he needed her. For someone who'd battled self-esteem issues all her life, it meant the world. Cole meant the world to her.

"As soon as the baby pops out," Christy said, pointing at Annie's seven-months-pregnant belly, "you're marching into the pole-dancing classes with me. No frigging excuses."

Annie shook her head. "I have shitty coordination. I'd kill myself."

"Sure. And the swing up in Max's room?"

They were all rosy from their facial massages, yet Annie visibly flushed. "Hmm, that's for yoga?"

Christy couldn't stifle the giggle. Neither could Holly or Tate.

Yeah, because Max was such a yoga type.

Christy dipped her sugar-free lollipop on her diet soda. "If I'm making an ass out of myself and Kyra is risking the integrity of her new business, you're joining us after recovering from childbirth."

Annie grimaced, pointing at Christy's glass. "That's gross. I thought you were cutting back on your weird stuff."

Yeah, she'd thought that too. Until her mom blew into town.

"Cola-flavored cherry lollipop or cherry-flavored soda. Not weirder than scooping Nutella with bacon."

"True, but I'm hormonal."

Ha! Pregnancy hormones had nothing on the spike of anxiety that Martha created.

"By the way, Tate," Holly chimed in, "did you get a pole installed in the bedroom?"

Now it was Tate blushing. "Yes."

"And?"

She blushed even harder. She was six months pregnant, and although she had some limitations where the movements were concerned, Christy had seen her dance. Tate really knew how to make it work. She kicked ass. Pregnant and all.

"James loved it. As in really loved it."

"On a scale of one to ten?" Holly asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Thirty. And don't worry," Tate hurried to appease Christy. "I made him promise he won't say a word to Cole about the classes."

Good, because Mike was right. If Cole found out, Kyra was going to need top-of-the-line insurance, especially with Amantis's dancing crew and the security detail snooping around.

"Although I don't see the big issue. It's for Cole. Whenever you're ready, he'll be the one enjoying the result of the classes, right?"

"Right," Christy mumbled. She'd started liking it, but considering how klutzy she felt at pole dancing, it was going to take a couple of decades before Cole got to see her.

Holly turned her inquisitive gaze to Annie. "And your, uh, yoga swing? Scale of one to ten?"

"Thirty," she answered after a long pause, red as a frigging tomato.

"Wow. Swings, dancing poles. The pregnant ladies here like their toys," Holly said with a grin.

Christy glanced at Annie and Tate, both fanning themselves. "We should change the subject. Before the kinky pregnant ladies faint."

"You're a fine one to talk. And the cuffs tucked in the drawer in your nightstand?"

"Annie!"

"What? I'm being tactful. The cuffs were the only objects I recognized."

Okay, they were so banned from each other's bedrooms.

"Really?" Holly asked, looking intrigued as hell. "What kind of objects?"

"We are deviating from the subject, people. We were talking about how to off my mom, remember?"

Tate waved around. "That's easy. We bring her here, lock her in the sauna, and turn it to high."

"It won't work. She's from LA. And she lived in Georgia for a while, chasing after some crocodile hunter. The heat's nothing for her."

"Or now that we have plenty of props," Holly said with a wink, "we could plant Tate's dance pole somewhere in the forest and cuff Martha to it. Leave her for the wolves."

Poor wolves. Her mother would have them committing suicide in no time. Christy couldn't do that to them.

"Must be a simpler way. Can't you just send her to hell?"

Christy shrugged. It was easier said than done. Her mom had the nasty habit of doing something nice whenever Christy was reaching critical mass. She couldn't send her to hell in good conscience.

The girls couldn't understand. Annie had a kick-ass mom. Tate too. Holly's she didn't know, but the messages between mother and daughter were hilarious, so she imagined their relationship was solid. People with great parents had no clue how difficult it was to deal with bad ones.

"How long until she leaves?"

"Still a while. Thirteen days, nine hours" — Christy reached for her cell — "twenty-five minutes and thirty-five seconds, to be exact."

Annie chuckled. "You keeping track?"

"I have a countdown set." Every twenty-four hours, an app sent her a yay-you-can-do-this message. "She's leaving four days before Valentine's Day. She wants to be in LA then, so that she can prepare for it."

"Four days in advance?" Holly asked. "What's she planning on doing for her husband?"

"For Fred? Nothing. She goes to make sure he gets her all that she wants."

"Oh boy."

"You can say that again. How he puts up with her, I don't know."

Her smile-accept-and-walk-away technique was failing her big-time now that they were both under the same roof. Or maybe it was that she had gotten a taste for normal and supportive with Cole, and going back to mental was hard.

"We should call Fred and get some pointers," Holly suggested. "Thirteen days is a long time. Spending your and Cole's first Valentine's Day in jail wouldn't be too much fun."

"Run to Vegas ahead of schedule. You're going there anyway for your annual convention, right?"” Annie asked.

Tate frowned. "What convention?"

"The geeky version of Valentine's," Annie said. "I was there once with her. Memorable. Not going ever again."

Christy rolled her eyes and turned to Holly and Tate. "There's a Star Trek convention held in Vegas the weekend before Valentine's every year." Plus this year they had the premiere of a new Star Trek movie. "And no, I'm not going. Cole wouldn't be caught dead in a place like that. I've been dropping hints about it for a couple of months already, but he isn't biting."

Holly patted her on the arm. "So no hanging out with your nerdy friends and stuck with your mom. That sucks."

Yep. Totally.





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More than Meets the Ink
Bowen #1





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Heavy Issues
Bowen #2





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Inked Ever After
Bowen #2.5





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To The Max
Bowen #3





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Bowen





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After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

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