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Dirty Bastard
Armed & Dangerous #3
by
L.P. Dover

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: October 4, 2016

Cover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design and Photography







Wild, reckless, and fast.

That's how I raced until a fatal accident on the track ruined my riding career. I had no choice but to leave that life behind; at least, until now. My name is Logan Chandler, one of the best FBI agents in the country. When an old friend calls for help and winds up dead, I take matters into my own hands. In order to do that, I have to go back to my past, back to the racetrack and to the one girl I never thought I'd see again... Kassidy Bennett.

She's the key to solving it all, but bringing her in could put her in grave danger. Unfortunately, I didn't realize she was already there. To save her, I have to put everything on the line. It's a race against time, a race to the death, and only one will make it to the end.

















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"Kassidy, I know you're in there. Please open the door." There was a sheer curtain over the glass panes and if I moved across the room he'd see me. All I could hear was the thumping of my heart. "Kassidy, please. I need to talk to you. I'm not leaving until I do. You know I won't."

"Shit," I hissed low. He was right. If anyone had the patience to sit around for hours, it was him. He'd done the same thing to me years ago when I told him I wouldn't go on a date with him. He stayed on my porch for hours and slept on the swing. At the time, I loved his persistence. I wanted to go on a date with him, but I was curious to see how far he'd go.

Knowing he wouldn't leave unless I made him, I thrust the door open, embracing the anger I felt welling in my chest. I needed it to get rid of him. Logan stepped back and I held my breath, taking in the desperate look in his eyes. For a second, I could feel my resolve slip, but then I remembered the hurtful words he said to me in the hospital.

"There's nothing to say, Logan. If you want to say you're sorry, then say the words and get the hell out of here. Other than that, I have no desire to see or talk to you."

He looked straight into my eyes. "Saying I'm sorry doesn't even begin to cover it, but I am. I am so fucking sorry for what I did."

"Great, you said it. We're done here. Goodbye Logan." I slammed the door on him and locked it.

"Dammit, Kassie."

"Don't call me that!" I shouted, slamming my hand against the door.

He moved closer to the door and I stepped back. "I know you're pissed at me, but I need you to hear me out. I«ll stay out here the whole night if I have to."

"Not if I call the police."

"They're not gonna be able to do anything to me. At least, not before I get in there myself." The doorknob wiggled and I gasped.

"What are you doing? You can't come in here," I growled.

"Yes, I can, and I will. If it's the only way to make you listen I don't care what I have to do." He fumbled with the doorknob again and I choked, stumbling back into one of my bar stools. I had no doubt he could get in my house, but I wasn't going to be in it when he did. Grabbing my phone, I jammed it into my back pocket and raced to my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I had to get out of there fast.

I changed into a pair of jeans and fetched my black leather jacket out of my closet so I could put it on. My motorcycle and helmet were in my garage but all I had to do was climb out my window to get to them. "Kassie!" Logan called out. The front door slammed shut and I sucked in a breath; it was time.

Opening my window, I carefully slipped out. Logan knocked on my bedroom door and tried my handle. "Kassidy, please come out. I don't want to do this."

As soon as I was out the window, I raced to my garage. Slamming my helmet on my head, I jumped on my bike and turned the key. The engine roared to life as I revved it and I sped out of the garage as fast as I could. Logan had no idea I could ride, but I wished I could see the look on his face when he saw me. All I knew was that I had to get away from him, and fast.

Once out of the driveway, I took a left turn, clearly realizing the lapse in judgment. It was the road I'd avoided ever since Levi died on it. "Dammit," I cried. My eyes started to water and there was no way I could wipe the tears away with my helmet on and going down the road. The sound of Logan's bike drew close behind and I panicked. What was I going to do?

He gained up to me, clearly not stopping unless I did. More tears fell down my cheeks; especially when I arrived at the spot where Levi was ran off the road. I pulled over and shut off my bike, ripping off my jacket so I could breathe. Logan parked beside me, but I jumped off my bike and walked away from him to the dented guardrail. I took off my helmet and stared at the rubber markings on the metal. My fingers traced the tire marks and I broke down, falling to my knees. My heart felt as if it'd been ripped out my chest.

Logan's hands closed over my shoulders, but I smacked them away. "Don't touch me."

His touch left my body, but I could feel his warmth as he sat beside. "I didn't know you could ride."

"Levi and Sean taught me after you left. It helped get my mind off of things." I tried not to look down in the ravine where Levi was found, but I couldn't help it. The amount of pain he must’ve felt had to be excruciating. I slammed my hand against the guardrail and sobbed.

"I'm gonna miss him too, Kassidy. Levi was a good friend."

Angrily, I wiped my tears away and scoffed. "How would you know? You left eight years ago and never looked back."










































New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over fifteen novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.















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♡ Cover Reveal ♡ Words I Couldn't Say (Promise in Prose #1) by Tessa Teevan @TessaTeevan @SBelleBookblog #CoverReveal #ComingSoon




Words I Couldn't Say
Promise in Prose #1
by
Tessa Teevan

Release Date: November 22, 2015

Photo Credit: Sara Eirew Photography

Cover Designer: Robin Harper at Wicked By Design







You know the old adage "if you love something, set it free?"
It's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
The dumbest thing I've ever done.
I loved her. I lost her. Hell, I let her go. And then spent five miserable years without her.
To cope with the loss, I put pen to paper and wrote her a love story, knowing when she was ready she'd hear the words I couldn't say all those years ago.
Turned out, not only would she hear them, but when Hollywood came calling, I made sure she got the lead role. After all, no one else could portray the character whom she'd inspired.
Now she's within arms' reach and finally, she'll know the truth in my heart.
Because that other cliché, "Actions speak louder than words?"
I'm going to prove it.
My words may have brought Ava Banks back into my life; I have to be enough to make her stay.















I knew life wasn't that simple. It wasn't that easy. It was messy and unforgiving, relentless in the hands it dealt. Just when you thought everything was perfect, the universe decided you didn't deserve such happiness and then ruined it. My parents were an anomaly. Don't get me wrong. I loved them, and knew how fortunate it was they're still blissfully in love after all those years together. Grossly in love at times. The amount of PDA I'd witnessed in my own household would put the kids in my high school to shame. I never thought I'd have a love like theirs, though. I never thought I'd want it.

Because finding your soulmate in high school? That's like waiting for lightning to strike in the same spot twice. In other words, it wasn't going to happen for this girl, even if my life was paralleling theirs a little too close for comfort.

Tucker, my best friend and the boy next door since childhood, was always a little too close for comfort. Except he wasn't too close. He was exactly where I wanted him to be. Or well. He had been until I pushed him away.

They say history is bound to repeat itself — I said no way. But, sometimes, you can't fight nature. And the way he made — and still makes — me feel? It's the most natural feeling in the world. It's like home. Comfortable. Cozy. And I wanted to wrap myself up in it and bask in the warmth in my heart.

And then his parting words seeped back in.

"I'm not your dad, Ava. I'm not chasing you until you realize we're meant to be together. If you choose to leave, you're doing so knowing exactly what you're giving up."

And then I make the biggest mistake of my life.

I left.

Tucker was not my dad.

He let me.

Tucker hadn't lied. He didn't chase me. He didn't call. He didn't write. And when I returned home from college for winter or summer break that first year, he was nothing but a ghost. Even though I didn't like to admit it, I spent long, lonely nights staring at his window, wishing, hoping, praying the light would turn on and I could gather up the courage to go over to see him.

It never did.

So I stopped going home.

Unfortunately, that didn't halt the pain.

They say hindsight's a bitch, but that's an understatement. Hindsight is a never-ending agonizing torture, always burning under the surface, receding until you're on the brink of healing, then flaring up to envelope you in flames all over again.

It was true. Over the course of the next five years, I went through a cycle. Anger (mostly at myself, a little at him). Melancholy riddled with rife loneliness. Determination, telling myself I'd get my shit together and get over the guy once and for all. But then something would happen to have the house of cards falling down all around me. I'd get a hint of his favorite aftershave, and I'd burst into tears, wishing the scent was due to him holding me in his arms, telling me everything was okay. Or I'd get drunk and go to my Ugly Girl Cry playlist, followed up by listening to Clarence Carter's Strokin' while simultaneously laughing my ass off and bawling my eyes out. Sometimes I'd begin with laughing, but within sixty seconds, I was crying, reminded of how ridiculous Tucker looked the first time he sang the song at karaoke — courtesy of my father, of course. Not only did I sound like a drowned cat; I had the appearance of one, too.

And then that was when it was the words. The reminder of how much Tucker was like my dad. How much I wanted to be like my mom. But unlike her, I was a coward.

So that was my cycle. Pain. Regret. Anger. Melancholy. Determination. Heartache.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat. For five long years. All the while wondering what he was doing, but never mustering up the courage to find out.

Yeah, I was a coward, indeed.








Tessa Teevan is a twenty-something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are who she spends her time rooting for. She's a research analyst by day, reads/writes by night, and is married to a guy 15 inches taller than her, making them quite the pair! They currently reside just outside of Dayton, OH with two adorably grumpy cats.

If she's not writing or scouring through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find her curled up with her Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. She loves her sports almost as much as she loves her books. Her other obsessions include red wine, hot men, rock music, and all things Corey Taylor.

She adores hearing from readers, so please feel free to contact via any social media site listed below.










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