Saturday, July 2, 2022

FREE BOOK ALERT!!! Let Your Heart Drive By: Karli Rush


Let Your Heart Drive
By: Karli Rush
Contemporary Romance

I live in the shelter of darkness.

This darkness holds a secret over me… one that I have come to protect and in return, it controls and

holds me back.

It’s time to start fighting against it and break free. To become the unrestricted woman, I yearn to be. For

this to happen it will take a sixteen-hundred-mile road trip to let go of all that I fear and hopefully

discover that the darkness doesn't lurk everywhere. I stand on the edge overlooking a horizon of

possibilities for the first time. Will I let my heart drive… to where it needs to be?

A unique romantic tale of one girl, one road, and a chance meeting with someone that will change

everything in every way.

FROM JULY 1 - JULY 5!!!!


You know it’s the end of your relationship when your soon-to-be-ex just slams the door in your face… the door of your apartment.

I knock on the pale painted door with the crooked number. I’ve stared at this door—this number for two and a half years, and I’ve never noticed it was so off-center, maybe all this time it was an omen, a sign of things to come, a caveat.

“Hello? Jake? Open the door!” I raise my voice a notch, trying not to disturb the meddlesome neighbors like Ms. Nelson. I know he’s on the other side because I can hear the creak of the floorboard every time, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. I bang the side of my fist against the door again, practically touching my lips along the paint-coated exterior, and grind out, “Open. The. Door.”

“Why? You’re the one that said you wanted out, that you were through with us, or did I hear you wrong, Sinead?”

I drop his suitcase from my clenched white-knuckled hand and scowl up toward the ceiling. Praying inwardly that this isn’t how it’s going to end with us. Warring with words between a slab of wood, airing out all our dirty laundry to everyone on this apartment floor.

“I know I said that. But I think you’re misinterpreting something here.” I drop my glare back toward the door, picturing him on the other side wearing that sideways smirk of his, gloating arrogantly and possibly even shaking his head at me as if I’m some kind of fruitcake.

I straighten my shoulders and remind him calmly. “The lease is in my name, Jake. Remember? I was just helping you move from point A to B.”

He laughs. Half of the junk in this apartment is mine, Sinead. Remember? I honestly don’t think you had the time or the talent to pack all my stuff in one suitcase.”

“So, this is it then, huh? I leave with whatever’s inside this suitcase?” I kick it with animosity and add,

“And your car.” I jingle his keys loud and proud in my hand, knowing he’d have a coronary. No one and I mean no one, ever dares to mess around with his precious classic car. During our relationship, there came a time when I was actually jealous of how much time and adoration, he would give his car. Now, it’s one of the many reasons why our relationship will end. 

The door swings open, and he stands aside. “Truce?”

I pass by him, meeting his devastating hazel-eyed glare. I’ve known him, dated him, fell in love with him, and sadly fallen out of love with him. I met Jake my first year in college here, and I’ll be the first to admit that I was attracted to his bad-boy appeal, the long auburn hair that hangs roguishly over his seductive bedroom eyes. His Californian style that would have most girls daydreaming about him, plus his ever- clever little quirk he has when he’s wearing that dictating, charming smile of his. The one that I had originally fallen in love with, yeah, that one, the one he’s using on me right now. I can feel myself sinking, and it’s not at all how it used to be. The smile is no longer charming. It’s just dictating, telling me how irrational and childish he thinks I’m acting.

He wants to drown me, to sink me into his underwater seclusion. A place where he thinks he can fix me, a place where I will suffocate to death. And I can’t do this anymore, I can’t drown, not this way, not by his control. The never-ending paranoid surveillance, the agony of wanting to scream inside and eventually let it pour outward until I can hear it resonating from every wall. I have to set myself free from this purgatory, to let myself be who I really need to be. Or I will suffocate if I can’t feel my own feelings or even think for myself.

From the outside, I tried to keep everything together, tried to make everyone believe I had a secure and loving boyfriend to the dutiful family, but yet, on the inside, I had nothing. Nothing but fear, and it ate a hole inside my soul every single day, beating me down until I could see it warping everyone’s face that surrounded me. The looks, the long narrow gazes, the bitter-sweet expressions that hung in their eyes and crept slowly into my heart. And that’s when it started permeating the change in me. I hand him the keys back and tell him, “I don’t need these, and you know what?”

He sits on the armrest of our couch, watching me with bored interest. “What, Sinead?”

“I think I’m done with all the materialistic-ness and make-believe crap that surrounds us,” I explain, motioning around us. From the blown-glass lamps, fabricated handmade bookshelf to the deceiving framed photographs of us.

He chuckles more to himself than for my entertainment and starts to rub the side of his temple like he has a headache from all the stress he’s suffered. “I hate to break it to you, but there are some things you can’t live without.”

I hold up a hand, attempting to halt his twenty-minute narration of why my thoughts are obviously wrong. He follows me as I make a beeline to our bedroom. Ignoring his rant, I direct my path to the nearest closet, and he aims his toward the lit bathroom. Finally, I think I can feel the slightest break in the chains, the chance to finally breathe as I cram my clothes inside a laundry bag. I’m to the point right now that I don’t even care if I’m lumping the clean in with the dirty. I’m leaving on my terms, not his. He can keep this place for all I care. He can pawn my stuff or toss it in the trash. Our relationship had been built on nothing but manipulation, control, and my own dependency. My fear of not letting anyone else close to me. Afraid they would tear me down until I was nothing but hollowed-out bones, just like Jake.

I catch the sight of him out of my peripheral, he’s carrying prescription bottles, and one by one, he pours the tiny encapsulated pills out onto the comforter of our four-poster bed.

“When the pain gets too bad, Sinead, are you still going to handle it on your own?” He drags a hand along the pills dotting the bed and mixes the capsules together. Blending and meshing them until they’re nothing but a rainbow monstrosity. I hastily stuff the last shirt in my bag, and I hide the shock well enough away that he can’t see my true disappointment in him. He used to be a boy with charm, and now he’s just a sadistic man with no trace of remorse.

I grab my purse, noting his cell phone is illuminating with a bright white glow. His cell must be on silent, but her name doesn’t hush or silence my determination. My fingers possess his phone before his does, and our eyes meet. A hesitant pause sweeps across his open mouth as if he wants me to burst into a fit of tears. But instead, I offer the phone to him.

“I’ve known about your extracurricular activity for a while now, Jake. Maybe you should go live with her and find out if she has some debilitating problem so you can ride in on your white horse and save her.”

His jaws work overtime grinding down his anger, I’ve hit a sore spot, and I can feel the heat boiling inside him, the desperate urge to do something before I walk out. I nearly give myself whiplash as I bolt for the bedroom doorway. My things wadded and safely stashed inside a blue mesh laundry bag and my oversized purse in tow. I give him one last glance before I start to slam the front door closed.

“You know I loved you, Sinead?” he yells from the living room, striding toward the door. 

How can he say that? What part of his brain clicks on and fires some neuron that would force those words out of his mouth? I know it doesn’t matter, but I still ask anyway, “And when did you decide you stopped loving me?”

He takes a cautious step closer, wary of touching me, and nods. “The moment you close that door.” He tips his head, swaying his hair over his eyes as he indicates the door I’m about to shut. This is how our fight had started, he refused to leave, I packed up his suitcase, and I ended up on the other side, afraid I couldn’t get back in.

Now, I know there’s nothing to be afraid of, and I close the door.

Friday, July 1, 2022

Forgiving Love By: Cassidy O'Connor


Released on June 30, 2022
Black Hollow: Forgiving Love
By: Cassidy K. O'Connor
Paranormal Romance

A disgraced cupid walks into a bar... Tanner James's life has become one big pointless party. You sleep with a few charges and suddenly you're the bad guy. That's fine, he didn't need that job anyway.

A kitsune in hiding after the temple she guards is bombed. Sora's only purpose in life is destroyed in a moment. She'd give anything to go back and prevent the tragedy.

There's something special about the holidays in Black Hollow. Anything is possible, even two lost souls finding each other and realizing they are both worthy of forgiving love.


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Tuesday, May 17, 2022




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Monday, February 28, 2022

YA Romance Author M.A. Grace



Author, creator of worlds, blogger, and professional procrastinator.

I do believe I am the only person I know that has an issue coming up with a bio.

My name is M.A. Grace. I was born and raised in Western North Carolina's beautiful mountains. I have and will always refer to the mountains as my home. Even though I currently live in Georgia a bit North of Atlanta.

I have also lived in South Carolina, Florida, Kentucky, and Tennessee.

I have the heart the size of the universe when it comes to animals. I have always wanted to own my own animal sanctuary for all types of animals. Dream big for sure. 

I am always thinking of stories through the day. I try to juggle many many hats ever day and sometimes I'm good and sometimes I don't want to get out of bed. But you can always find me day dreaming a new story. 

*~*~Notice this is a Novelette~*~*

It is amazing how many truths and lies can come out in just a summer. Daniel thought he was going to have a normal summer with his grandparents fixing up an old truck. However, when Tiffany needs a place to stay after her brother’s death Daniels summer plans change.

Saturday, February 26, 2022

Mystery Romance Author Renee Pellegrino


Renee Pellegrino

“I remember once someone told me that in order to write, you must have the ability to tell a story.”
Renee’s storytelling days started long ago at church, and the priest asked the class, “Does anyone have a story to tell me.”

It was the moment she told the entire congregation about her baby brother and he must have come from whales.

A love for books became second after Maureen Taylor passed her Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot— and she read the Stand in twenty-four hours, so her love for horror novels was first. The same friend handed her a romance novel, and she does not remember the name, but then she purchased A Knight in Shining Armor. She developed a love for happy endings. 

One summer night she went to bed and had a dream about going back to the Dark Ages. When she woke up the next day, it compelled her to tell the story of Athlena. 

Currently living in Altoona, Pennsylvania (should be one of the strangest towns, where there are bars and churches at every corner.) With three German Shepherds, Rey, August, and Sofia.

Things take a turn when Danielle Galluccio discovers her boyfriend...has a boyfriend. Just when she needs a new start, she is hired by a rugged lawyer, Sam, who grants her with a rent-free cottage in Kentucky. She can’t believe him or her new found luck in employment.Danielle grew up being told there is a lid for every pot. And as bad as Danielle wants Sam to be that lid, things aren’t perfect in Kentucky either. Sam has a crazy ex that puts people in danger. Danielle has secrets she can’t hid forever. Maybe going back home to Pennsylvania is what is best for everyone. Before too long the new friends she left behind devise a plot to lure her back to Kentucky...and Sam. But is it too late?

Friday, February 25, 2022

USA Today and internationally bestselling author Jennifer M. Miller


USA Today and internationally bestselling author Jennifer M. Miller writes sports romance as well as paranormal romance for Creative Words Press. When she’s not writing, Jennifer travels across the United States with her family in an RV. At each destination, she draws inspiration for her next story.

Whether it's worlds with magic and werewolves or a budding flame between the star wide receiver and his coach’s daughter, she always adds a healthy dose of steam and humor. If you like Jennifer’s angsty characters and witty dialogue, she recommends you also check out Lucy Score and Emelia Rose. They're kind of her idols. Subscribe to Jennifer's newsletter for a free book and updates on her latest releases!

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1. What was the first story you ever wrote? (Unpublished or published)

I started with travel nonfiction and fell in love with storytelling. My first story was Away From His Shadow 

2. Why did you want to become an author?

To share my experiences with other people. All of my books are inspired by travel.

3. What is your favorite treat when you are writing?

Chocolate! Recently, I’ve found my guilty pleasure in Girl Scout cookies. Really, any form of chocolate is my go-to. 

4. Do you have any writing rituals you do to get in the mood?

Not really. I plan a lot before I ever start typing the story out. I like to listen to music as I go. 

5. Is there any type of scenes you shy away from writing about?

I don’t like writing books with major assault and abuse. When I read, I skip over those scenes too. 

6. What is a genre you don’t currently write but would like to try?

I’ve actually just stepped into PNR. Before 2022, I had only written contemporary with a healthy dose of sports romance. Diving into some paranormal romance (think Twilight) was much harder than I thought it would be. 

7. Why do you write in the genre you currently write in?

It’s what I love to read. 

8. What is the most difficult hurdle you’ve had to get over while writing so far?

Being an author isn’t all about putting the words in the page. Most days I have to be a graphic designer, market analyst, and a social media influencer. I’m none of those, so keeping my time balanced is very tricky. I’m also a stay at home, and my kiddos are homeschooled. I wear a lot of hats. Sometimes that’s a hurdle in and of itself. 

9. What is your dream for your book? (Ie: movie, in big box stores, etc) I want to walk through a random bookstore with my two kiddos and see my book on the shelf. 

10. Who would you have play your main characters if you could pick anyone in the world (dead or alive)?

From first down, Meghan would be played by Josephine Langford.

Chase would have to be Jacob Elordi.

Rosie would be best played by Jeanine Mason. 

11. What is your favorite coffee/or tea?

An iced caramel macchiato.

12. What would you put in a cocktail that represents your latest release?

My latest release was First Down. It’s about a spunky girl that changes herself to avoid the past. It’s a tale of second chances, facing your problems, and finding comfort in strong friendships. The cocktail of choice would have to have some bitters yet something sweet. 

13. A fire alarm goes off in your home. What are the first 5 things you grab?

So, freshman year of highschool this actually happened to my family. It was the night of my birthday; my parents had given me an electric scooter to celebrate. The scooter was charging overnight and caught fire in the garage. I woke up to my entire house filled with smoke. The only thing I wanted to grab was my brother and sister. I searched all over their rooms before I made it outside, which is where we were all reunited. It wasn’t until I was outside did I think of grabbing a pair of pant or my wallet. 

14. Do you use a spoon or fork to eat macaroni and cheese?


15. What are you currently binge watching/or listening to?

Vikings and all things Yellowstone 

16. What do you think is the perfect girls night out?

The Thunder Down Under show in Las Vegas!!! If you know, you know

17. When you were little what was your favorite toy that you took everywhere?

A purple stuffed animal I named Pluto. 

18. What is something your readers don’t know about you?

For most of the year, my family and I live in an RV and travel across the continental U.S.

19. Who is your favorite all time author? Do you own any of their books?

This is such a tough question. Meagan Brandy is my role model!! I love Emelia Rose—she’s the definition of what PNR should be. I definitely own their e-books. I read much faster on my phone or iPad. 

20. If you could interview anyone in the world who would you choose? And Why?

Does Jason Mamoa count? Do we really have to talk??? 

Thursday, February 24, 2022

Writer of sexy, edgy, romance Sallyanne Johnson

Sallyanne Johnson

Sallyanne was born and raised in the West Midlands, UK, where she still lives. She has loved reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A few years ago Sallyanne decided to put fingers to keyboard and unleash her imagination upon the world.

She loves reading and writing contemporary romance with an erotic twist, with strong, feisty women and blisteringly hot heroes with an edge. When Sallyanne’s not busy with her day job, she’s dreaming up new stories and pant scorching alpha males. Let’s face it, there can never be too many… can there?

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