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Tattooed Emotions
Tattooed Billionaire #1
by
Alicia Rae

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 17th 2015





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Raelyn Jennings has survived the unthinkable. She's been given a second chance to live, to breathe, to feel. Her ability to overcome such a traumatic hurdle has created armor around her heart. But beyond her shield is fear, a consuming deep one, of the unknown. Raelyn vows to herself that she'll solely focus on the one constant in her life, her career as the CEO for a prestigious accounting firm.

Damien Heathman's unrelenting determination has made him a powerful, respected man. He's sexy and confident and utterly breathtaking. His dominance and strength is evident in every purposeful stride, every meaningful look, and every soft caress.

Raelyn has worked with Damien's company, Heathman Enterprises, for many years, but they've never crossed paths — until now.

Damien's presence fills a room. He steals Raelyn's breath and sparks her broken heart back to life. Once Damien sets eyes on Raelyn, there is no turning back. He wants her, and he'll stop at nothing to have her. Not even the dark secrets hidden behind his tattoos will stand in his way.

The chemistry is undeniable. The passion is palpable.

Can Damien convince Raelyn that he is worth the risk? Or will Raelyn allow her past to control her future, feeling the chance of another heartache is too great to bear?












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My legs automatically began to pace the room from the two waiting chairs to the oncologist's desk to the cream-colored cot in front of me to a small sink and mirror on the far right corner of the room, only to repeat my tiny confined circle all over again. There was no soothing my anxiety. I was strung far too tight. One twitch of a muscle, and my short fuse would ignite, causing me to shoot off into the sky like a rocket. It was pure torture at its finest.

For the first time that I could remember since I'd become sick, Iris let me be, as though she knew how fragile I was. Each time I passed her, I dimly noted that she had shifted in her seat.

At last, a knock sounded on the door.

I nearly shouted, "Come in!"

Dr. Enright strolled into the room, calm and collected as ever. My gaze traveled over his face, attempting to read his royal-blue eyes, in hopes of finding the answers I so desperately needed. They revealed nothing, of course. He was a sealed vault.

He tilted his head toward Iris, causing his gray hair to shimmer beneath the overhead lighting. Looking back at me, he said, "Ms. Jennings, how are you this morning?"

I couldn't lie to him. This was Dr. Lucas Enright, the man who had to be around the age of my foster parents, and he held my future in his hands. He knew all my worst fears about this tumor — the main one, the possibility of having my life being ripped away from me. There was no reason to withhold the truth from him.

"I'm a mess," I confessed on a whoosh. My chest deflated with the sudden harsh movement, and white stars danced in my line of vision.

Dr. Enright set his hand on my arm to steady me. I blinked several times until I observed his brows were scrunched together — in understanding or maybe pity.

Gosh, I hope that's not pity.

"Raelyn, please have a seat." He guided me toward Iris. "With my old age, I'm afraid my reaction time has slowed. If you faint, I'd hate for you to hurt yourself."

I sat down next to Iris. She linked her hand with mine as Dr. Enright pulled up his chair from my left and positioned himself right in front of me.

I stopped breathing. This is it — the moment I've been waiting for.

"Raelyn" — Dr. Enright let out a breath and smiled softly — "I'm not going to go into in-depth medical details that you might not understand. Hell, some of it I don't even understand, as it clearly goes against science." His tone was full of wonder.

"Just tell me," I cried unevenly, locking eyes with the doctor before holding my breath once again.

"I'm delighted to say that you're in remission, Raelyn. There will be no need to continue another phase of chemotherapy."

Iris shot forward in her chair, making it squeak against the white tiled floor. "Oh my God," she wept with a death grip on my hand.

The room began to spin as my vision blurred. Ten thousand emotions seized me and held me captive. That short emotional fuse I'd been worried about was now lit.

"What?" I asked Dr. Enright, my voice splintering along with my heart at the possibility of his words being true. I was certain I had misunderstood him. "But... but you told me that my chances of survival were" — I blinked several times, but I stood no chance against the rush of tears — "minimal."

"They were," the doctor stated softly, shaking his head in awe. "I can't really even explain it myself. As I said, the nature of your specific type of glioma tumor was extremely aggressive, and for it to respond to chemotherapy goes against science. My hopes were to give you more time, knowing the odds of a complete recovery would be slim to none. Today, I sit before you as a proud man to be proven wrong." He revealed a genuine smile and handed me my most recent scan. "Your MRI is clear. You are in complete remission, Raelyn. You are cancer-free."

Riveted in silence, I glanced down at the MRI. The mass I recalled seeing on the original scan was indeed gone. By some miracle, it had vanished with my treatments.

"I'm—" I broke off and inhaled a fresh breath of air. "I'm cured?"

"Yes." Dr. Enright beamed at me. Within seconds, his expression sobered. "But, Raelyn, I need you to understand that, more often than not, tumors such as yours have a high chance of redeveloping at some point in time. With that said, there is little knowledge of how long you will remain in remission."

My throat swelled. I swallowed thickly at this new information while nodding. "I understand."

Dr. Enright placed his hand on mine. His eyes filled with compassion as he said, "I will still need to monitor you closely, and we will need to repeat an MRI every three months."

"Okay."

"Congratulations, Ms. Jennings." Dr. Enright slightly lifted his hand and offered a handshake. "You are a free woman."

I slipped my palm into his, overtaken by the emotions brewing inside me.

I'm free... but for how long?



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✿ The Author ✿


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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Damaged & Dangerous
The Sacred Hearts MC #6
by
A.J. Downey

Release Date: September 27, 2015







She's Damaged...

Dani Broussard never imagined that her life would turn out like this. She always thought that her grandfather would be there for her into adulthood and that her high school sweetheart, Jared, would be the man she would marry. That isn't what happened though. Instead, her grandfather got sick and passed away before Dani saw the age of nineteen. It was just her and Jared until he hooked up with a local MC, The Suicide Kings... Then it was just her. Pig-Pen claimed her body, rules her life, but he would never hold her heart. Kept because of her looks and a particular set of skills unique only to her, Dani has been with The Suicide Kings for the last three years... three long damaging years. She hates it, all of it, the pain the humiliation, the fear... and as strong as Dani is, as clever as she can be, she is quickly finding that death may be the kinder, gentler option rather than live through any more of this hell.

He's Dangerous...

Red-XIII is, and always will be, a Sacred Hearts man. But for now, he's a Suicide Kings prospect. Tasked with providing intelligence on the King's inner workings to his real club, Thirteen has been slowly, quietly and carefully dismantling the King's operation from the inside out. The situation is dangerous, good thing Thirteen is a dangerous guy but even he can't be everywhere at once and a couple of missteps have cost the Sacred Hearts dearly. Doubly determined to finish this with no more wreckage or damage to the SHMC, Thirteen is blindsided by his heart when he lays eyes on Dani. A pretty, little thing with long black hair and striking blue eyes. She slays him with one look from her damaged soul and now Thirteen has tasked himself with two missions... Take down The Suicide Kings and get both Dani and himself out alive.

For now those missions run parallel to each other but what happens if they ever end up at odds? The bigger question is, how can he get close to the VP's Ol' Lady as a Prospect and not get them both burned?






















"How the hell you get that?" he demanded.

"Came through on my personal cell, someone mass-texted it. I have so many goddamned contacts, I didn't realize I still had anybody from the club in it. No worries, my cover is secure. No one saw shit. I don't leave things like that lyin' around."

D grunted into the phone, "Cops're still sittin' on us. They still watching you?" he asked.

“If by 'you', you mean The Suicide Kings, then yeah. Unmarked tan cargo van when we pulled in from the run. It's a good thing Gordy's a paranoid fucker and sweeps for listening devices on the regular. Pretty sure they only got visual. They'll get tired soon enough and fuck off onto something bigger and better."

"Yeah. With our history, they ain't investigatin' or cryin' too hard about our plight." Dragon sounded both tired and downright pissed off at that. I didn't blame him. Chandra deserved a lot better. Reave, too! Don't get me wrong. But as a brother, you expect this shit to happen. No women and no children had been the SHMC motto from the beginning, even before our reformed ways. We did some gnarly and seriously rancid shit back in the day. Guns, drugs, gambling – you name it. But we always left the women and children out of it.

No prostituting, no hitting. Rape was liable to get your dick chopped off – which is why, no matter how fucking hard, no matter how often the Suicide Kings tried to get me to join in on one of their trains, it was no fucking dice. Because very rarely, if ever, were the chicks they were fucking at all clear-headed or into it.

It bothered me, a whole fuck of a lot, the way these animals treated their women and I found myself spilling it all. I told D everything I'd seen going on, everything I could garner about their operation, in effect, unburdening my soul from all the awful shit I'd been a party to in the name of the greater good. In the name of spying out our enemy. He was quiet for a long time on the other end and finally let out a sigh that made him sound like he felt every single year and every single mile. It'd been weeks since I last talked to him beyond a short text. The deeper I got in with these fuckers, the more I was around them, the less opportunity there was for full on communication.

"Do you need out?" he asked.

My thoughts drifted to Raccoon, to her sharp and calculating stare as she'd passed me my face mask.

"No man, I'm good. My work ain't over yet. Not by a long, flat, mile. It'll be done when every one of these fuckers is in the ground and the Suicide Kings ain't nothin' but the dust of fuckin' memory."


Text Copyright © 2015 A.J. Downey
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.

She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her own imagination... An avid reader all of her life it's now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained. She lives in a small house in a small neighborhood with a larger than life fiancé and one cat.



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Blow: Book #1 in The Tainted Love Duet

She's anything but a damsel in distress...

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Blow
The Tainted Love Duet #1
by
Kim Karr

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designe by: Hang Le

Release Date: September 21st 2015







2 fatal sides.
1 epic love.
7 days to survive.

They met in the face of danger. They weren't looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldn't stay away, and they fell hard.

He is heart-stopping handsome, fearless — and haunted by deadly ties.

She is breathtakingly beautiful, determined — and in harm's way.

They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That's all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything.

When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn't have a chance... or does it?










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She grew up in Rochester, NY and now lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She's always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, she wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. She went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise her family. Kim currently works part-time with her husband and recently decided to embrace one of her biggest passions - writing.

Kim wears a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of her family. However, she always finds time to read. One of her favorite family outings was taking her kids when they were little to the bookstore or the library. Today, Kim's oldest child is seventeen and no longer goes with her on these, now rare and infrequent, outings. She finds that she doesn't need to go on them anymore because she has the greatest device ever invented - a Kindle.

Kim likes to believe in soul mates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. She loves to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart.




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