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California Dreaming Series
California Dreaming #0.5-3
by
Stacey Johnston

Genre: Romantic Suspense











✿ The Series ✿


California Dreaming
California Dreaming #0.5
by
Stacey Johnston

Genre: Romantic Suspense







Welcome to Laguna Beach, one of those boring tourist towns, where the only thing going for it is the beautiful landscape.

Or, maybe you've heard of that TV show 'Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County' and the equally annoying 'The Hills'.

Yep we are famous for those as well!

Meet Ben, Luke, Kyle and Stephen, four local boys trying to stay out of trouble when they stumble across something that will change their lives forever...

When they accidently witness a crime in a backwards laneway on their way home, it sets their lives on a path they never would have imagined.

What did they witness??

All will be revealed in – California Dreaming...







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Heroes and Villains
California Dreaming #1
by
Stacey Johnston

Genre: Romantic Suspense







Two lives entwined in secrets...

Secrets that threaten to tear them apart before they even begin...

Sophie Valentine was a girl living a privileged life, in the tranquility of Solana Beach until she was forced to move to Brooklyn under questionable conditions.

In a quiet Brooklyn neighborhood, Benjamin Sinclair was a troubled boy, leading a secret life.

When he met Sophie on the steps of his apartment building the day she moved in, he never envisioned how chaotic and turbulent his life would become.

A battle between the forces of good and evil awaits... one that could leave a devastating effect or be the start of new beginnings.

How will it end?







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Sins of the Father
California Dreaming #2
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Stacey Johnston

Genre: Romantic Suspense







If there is anything Sherlyn has learned, it's that the past is a cruel reminder of a life that can no longer be lived. But as her quest for answers attracts the attention of one of her father's former associates, her life is once more thrown into turmoil, and she can't help but wonder if everything she ever knew was a lie.

With the threat of a menacing hitman now eliminated, Stephen is finally free from the prison that was his life for the past four years. But it doesn't take long for him to question what the definition of his new-found freedom really is.

Until tragedy strikes.

A girl struggling to find her way.

A boy trying to control his demons from the past.

Can a shy girl curb the controlling nature of the boy she loves, and will either of them survive the sins of the father?







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After the Dust Settles
California Dreaming #3
by
Stacey Johnston

Genre: Romantic Suspense







I'm not your average seventeen-year-old boy.

What other teenage boy do you know of, is working alongside their father in a top-secret government agency, and has been since they were fifteen?

Unheard of? Yes probably.

After spending years searching for my place in this world, I jumped at the opportunity to help my father. What I didn't expect was the possibility that our work could flow over and harm our family.

Yet that's exactly what happened...

I thought I'd found, and then lost the girl who would forever hold my heart – until a sexy ass stranger crossed my path under the Brooklyn Bridge.

I want this girl, like I've never wanted anyone. She makes me feel things that I should feel guilty about, that I shouldn't be needing as desperately as I do.

Only there's a catch... she has secrets, ones that could have a devastating impact.







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Smiling to myself, I head into the hallway to join the others when I feel a hand quickly grab my elbow. It is no surprise to find Ben standing in front of me, gently guiding me backward. He places me so that my back is flat against the wall with his face mere inches from my own. With his hands resting on either side of me on the wall, he uses his hip against mine to hold me still.

Moving in closer so that I can feel his breath on my neck, he whispers in my ear, "I hope you have something sexy on underneath those clothes, sweet one." His voice is husky and raw as he continues. "Because, you see, the images that I have going on in my head right now are nothing less than sinful."

Whoa! It is so not right how easily these words seem to roll off his tongue.

The blush creeping up my neck to my face is only getting worse as he resumes talking.

"If I get my way later tonight, I'm going to peel off every layer of those clothes. I plan to act out a fair few of the dirty things that you have had me dreaming about since you moved in."

Now I'm done for. My mouth has suddenly gone dry, and my breathing is erratic. I am literally frozen.

"I see I have got you at a loss for words, Soph," Ben whispers as he steps back to run the back of his hand along my cheek. "But that's okay." He chuckles when my body shudders under his touch. "Because the only word I want to hear from that mouth of yours tonight is my name over and over while I'm making you come."

Grabbing my hand, he slides it in between the two of us and rests it on the front of his jeans. His breathing hitches at my touch, and I can feel the hard bulge pulsing under my hand. Continuing, he says, "Can you feel what you do to me, Soph? I always seem to be hard when you are around."

With that, he lowers his hand from my face and slowly backs away from me. Still stunned, my hand drops from where it has been resting. I watch as he slowly turns around to head out to where Sean and Mom were waiting for us.








Stacey Johnston resides in one of the southern suburbs of Perth, Western Australia with her husband, four children and a lovable Alaskan malamute called Storm.

At one time or another, each of us has wished that our lives reflected those of the characters we read in books, or watched on our television screens. As a child, Stacey was no different and found she could create stories in her head. Stories where her characters could come alive and she could escape when life around her became difficult.

Leaving home at 17, she moved from family member to family member trying to find her place. During those early years, alcohol became her closest friend, and her characters and stories in her head really started to blossom. It was not until she met the man who would become the father to her oldest two children that she started to settle down.

For the next twelve years, Stacey dedicated her life to her partner and their two beautiful children. Her stories were continuing to grow, but so was her desire to put them on paper and share them. Tragically, after losing her partner to a heart attack her grip on reality started to slide and it was during this time that her characters evolved.

During her time of need, Stacey found a soul mate who would later become her husband and give her two more equally beautiful children. With his love, support and encouragement Stacey finally found the courage to put her characters and stories onto paper.

Stacey's hope is that other readers love her characters as much as she does. Her wish is that they are caught up in their stories, experiencing their joy and pain just as she has over the years.












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♡ Sneek Peek ♡ Beautiful Mistake by Vi Keeland @ViKeeland @InkSlingerPR #ExcerptReveal #ComingSoon #PreOrder #OneClick





Release Date: July 17th 2017

Photographer: Chuando & Frey

Model: Lucas Barbosa Gil

Cover Designer: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear Creative





✾ Synopsis ✾


The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.

He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.

When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight — telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.

You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend — smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.

He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.

Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.

Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy.

Oops. My mistake.

Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.

I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?

That's what I thought... until I walked into class the next morning.

Well, hello Professor West, I'm your new teaching assistant.

I'll be working under you... figuratively speaking.

Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing — working under Professor West.

This was going to be interesting...






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The class was completely empty. I wasn't even sure he knew I was still in my seat. If he did, he was good at ignoring me as he packed up his laptop.

"Contrary to the rumors you've probably heard, I don't bite."

I jumped when he spoke. Now that the lecture hall was no longer filled with students, the acoustics of the large space bounced his deep voice all over the walls.

I stood and began my walk of shame down to the front of the classroom. There was no doubt I owed the man an apology, even if he wasn't a professor — a professor who would be my new boss for at least the next fifteen weeks. I wanted to kick myself in the ass for not apologizing last night before I left the bar. Now it would seem like I was only doing it because of the situation I was in.

Which was true, don't get me wrong, but I didn't want it to seem that way.

I took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry about last night."

His face was unreadable. "I figured you might be, right about now."

"I obviously thought you were someone else."

"So I assumed. You thought I was the asshole. The one with the big dick, was it?"

I shut my eyes. For the last ninety minutes, I'd replayed the entire exchange from last night over and over in my head. I thought I'd remembered everything I said, but apparently I hadn't. When I reopened my eyes, Professor West was still watching me. His stare was pretty damn intense.

I started to babble. "My friend Ava went out with this guy Owen for a month or so. He was full of shit from day one, but she didn't see it. Actually walked up to her when she was leaving work one night and said, 'Do you mind if I walk you home? My mother always told me to follow my dreams.' She fell for it, the entire act, from the first day. Then one Saturday, he was supposedly out of town on business, and she was across town running errands for her mother. She took a shortcut through Madison Square Park on her way back from the grocery store and ran into him. He was with his wife and kids."

"And you thought I was him, apparently?"

I nodded. "She came in during my shift and started drinking Long Island iced teas. When Owen walked in, she pointed to where he was standing and said he was the one in the blue shirt."

"And we were both wearing blue shirts, I take it?"

I couldn't help but smile, thinking of Ava last night. "Actually, no. Ava's not much of a drinker. Turned out she was more sloshed than I thought. Owen's shirt was brown — not even black that could be mistaken as navy or something."

I saw Professor West's lip twitch.

"Anyway, I'm really sorry. I barely gave you a chance to speak, and then when I realized what had happened, I was so mortified I didn't even stop to apologize."

"I accept your apology for last night. Even though you shouldn't be approaching a man in the hallway to tell him off alone, your intentions were admirable."

I should have shut up and been grateful he'd accepted my apology. Should have. "Why can't I approach a man in the hallway?"

He leveled me with a stare. "Because you're five foot nothing in a loud bar, and no one would have heard you if I'd dragged you into the men's room and locked the door."

I folded my arms over my chest. "I can take care of myself."

"I didn't say you couldn't. I said you shouldn't put yourself in those situations."

"But you insinuated that I couldn't by making that statement."

He zipped his leather bag closed. "Ms. Martin, I just accepted your apology for calling me an asshole last night. Would you like me to retract that acceptance?"

God, I really was an idiot. Being around this man seemed to turn me into a psychopath. "No. I'm sorry. I acted like a jerk, and I'd like to start over, if that's possible."

He nodded. "Everything prior to this morning is forgotten."

"Thank you."

"But this morning is not. I won't accept lateness. Don't let it happen again."

I swallowed. "It won't."

He lifted his worn, brown leather laptop bag over one shoulder. "Meet me here at five tomorrow. We'll go over the syllabus and the classes you'll teach, as well as my grading rubric."

That was smack in the middle of my shift, but I'd figure something out. "Okay."

"Are you done for the day?"

"I am. I actually have to get to work. I'm covering Ava's shift because she isn't feeling too well after last night. We both work at O'Leary's."

"You waitress there?"

"Waitress, bartend, occasionally tell off patrons."

That earned me a full smile from Professor West. God, he should do that more often. No, forget that. He definitely shouldn't.

"I'll walk out with you."

We walked through the halls together and out to the parking lot. When we arrived at my car, I stopped. "This is me. So... five o'clock tomorrow?"

Professor West looked at my beat-up old Subaru. "You're parked in a spot reserved for the Provost. You got a parking ticket." He squinted. "Actually, it looks like you have two parking tickets. Was your inspection expired or something?"

Crap. "Umm... no. I keep an extra ticket in the glove compartment and stick it on my windshield when I'm forced to park illegally."

His brows shot up. "Inventive."

"Obviously it doesn't always work."

"Obviously."

"They need more parking. When you're late, it's impossible to find a spot."

He studied me. "Lateness is a frequent occurrence for you, I take it?"

"Unfortunately, it is."

"Then I should clarify something I said earlier."

"Oh, no, that's not necessary. I won't be late for your class."

He took a step closer and leaned in. "I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Martin. But that's not what needs clarification."

I swallowed. God, he smells good.

"Earlier I told you I didn't bite students." He smiled, and I felt the wickedness from it shoot down to some interesting places. "I don't. But I make no promises about not biting feisty TAs."



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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Best Selling author. Over the last three years, eleven of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and four on the New York Times Bestseller lists.

In 2013, she released her first romance novel and never looked back. To date, she has thirteen novels released, with PLAYBOY PILOT also releasing in 2016. Her novels have appeared on #1 on Amazon and are currently being translated into German, Polish, Portuguese, Korean, Hebrew, French and Italian.



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