Exclusive POV from The Ground Rules Undone by Roya Carmen

Author Roya Carmen is back with an exclusive POV from Weston in honor of the release of The Ground Rules Undone.

Here’s the blurb for The Ground Rules Undone

GRUThe Ground Rules were impossible to follow. It was hard not to become completely consumed by the beautiful and enigmatic Weston Hanson. The heart of a romantic was not fit for this kind of exchange. So, when it ended, I was shattered, but it was all for the better…or so we thought.

The Ground Rules were rewritten, and then bent. We lied to ourselves. We told ourselves we could handle this. Not a single one of us realized just how big this was…just how devastating it could become.

And now, there are no Rules. We are undone.

Lust… infatuation…blinds you. It can tear everything apart. But sometimes, life needs to be completely torn apart before it can be mended – not just cracked at the edges, but utterly shattered, before you can truly see the mess you’ve become.

I love them both, but I can’t have them both. While one pulls me in, the other pushes me away. And when both eventually open their hearts, I must make the hardest decision of my life.

And now for the exclusive POV from Weston

Lizzie grinned brightly as she gestured to the window. “I’m going to try Bubble Gum flavor,” she announced, a finger pointing at the tub of blue ice cream. “What about you?”

I smiled at her, pulling out my wallet. “Butterscotch.”

“You always get butterscotch, Daddy,” she teased. “You should try something new for a change.”

Who knows, perhaps she was right.

I was just too lazy to even bother considering my other choices. “No, I’m just fine with the butterscotch,” I replied, shooting her a big grin. My lovely Elizabeth… what would I do without her and her brother? It seems they’re the only ones keeping me going these days.  

I’ve been a complete utter mess these past few months; ever since that devastating afternoon at that small coffee pastry shop. I sauntered in there full of energy, with such hope. And I trudged out, completely shattered. There are few people in your life powerful enough to completely destroy you. For me, it has always been the beautiful Mirella Keates. Ever since I first set eyes on her, she has enticed me, has intoxicated me. I have been beguiled, subject to her whims, shackled, powerless.

I went into absolute hysterics when she uttered those dreadful words. Such a lovely mouth, spewing such nonsense. I lost control. I wasn’t myself.

“I want to end this,” she began and the busy space we found ourselves in seemed to spin in circles around me; a blur of colors and noise. I didn’t need to hear anything else. I knew she was being impulsive and irrational. How could she end what we had so abruptly? Did she not cherish it as much as I did?

At the mention of Gabe’s name, I was swept into the kind of anger I have never felt before. It was so sudden, and so strong. It shook me to the core. I was certain he had something to do with this abrupt decision. As strong as Mirella is, she can be easily lead, easily influenced. I knew she loved me. I couldn’t let her make this hasty decision without a fight.

She insisted this was her decision, and hers alone. Her lovely eyes seemed so genuine – I knew she was telling me the truth. I knew this was her choice. And that cut all the more. She did not want me anymore. She had had her fun, and evidently, she could toss me aside, so easily. I wasn’t charming enough. Not handsome enough. Not exciting enough. I had deluded myself into believing that she had fallen in love with me, just I had with her. But those eyes told me I was wrong. They expressed something I did not want to hear, for it was too inconceivable.

I told her no one would ever love her like I do. I spoke these words because I truly believed them. With every fiber of my being. I still do.

I grasped her delicate wrist, applying such force, it stunned the both of us. The whole of me, down to my very soul had been crushed. A foreign being; a stranger took over. I stared into her eyes, and I saw apprehension. She was afraid of me. Despite knowing this, I barreled on. I wanted to shake her up, to make her understand. I asked her if she wanted me to drag her to the washroom and fuck her senseless. The filthy words spilled out of my mouth, uncontemplated, unfiltered – the heated words of a fuming stranger.

The quick flicker of desire in her eyes aroused me, and I desperately wanted to do just that; fuck her senseless. Yearning flickered in her expression for a fraction of a second, but swiftly morphed into anger and fear. Regardless, I trailed my hand under her silky skirt, grasping the soft flesh of her thigh, hard. I wanted to inflict pain. I wanted to wake her up. I had no intention of letting go. In fact, I had every intention on dragging her into that small powder room and making her forget all about her husband.

Thankfully, I was not able to move forward when a young man intervened. “Is everything cool?” he asked. At the sound of his concerned voice, I finally came to my senses – it happened in a flash. When my inexcusable behavior became crystal clear to me, I was mortified and ashamed. How could I have treated her this way? I am not that kind of man. I am a gentle man. A kind man. My actions come not from hate, but from love.

As Lizzie and I settled into a booth, I studied my daughter again. The girl looks exactly like me, and the narcissist in me loves that, loves to be able to see myself reflected in another human being. And a beautiful one at that.  

“Thanks for this, Dad,” she muttered between licks, her mouth already blue.

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” I replied with a heavy heart. The truth is, I never have given enough of myself to them. I haven’t been there for her and her brother as much as I should have. Years have gone by, and it seems like I’ve missed it all. I’ve always been too caught up in my work to truly be a good father. But in recent weeks, that has changed. I’ve made a vow to make family a priority.

Following the horrible turn of events at the coffee shop, I understood I had to let Mirella go. I did not want to, but I knew I had no choice. There were others to consider; namely a husband and two sweet beautiful girls. And my own lovely wife and precious children. I could not be so greedy, so selfish. I attempted to call her repeatedly to let her know this, to tell her that I would respect her wishes. I desperately wanted her to know that I would do the right thing and let her go.

She dodged all my calls, and that broke me to pieces. I plowed on nevertheless, wanting to reach her. That last good-bye was so bittersweet. I apologized wholeheartedly… for everything. Her voice was soft, and understanding. She had forgiven me. That was all I needed. She wished me well, and I told her that I loved her, that I would always love her.

I’ve worked very hard with my therapist these past few weeks, and she has made me realize that I have been using Mirella as an escape. To be with her is to be in an alternate reality. The sight of that sweet smile of hers always lifts me – it’s magical. There’s so much pureness in her, so much curiosity, a natural playfulness that I’m drawn to like a moth to a flame. She’s a breath of fresh air in the body of a beautiful, sensual woman. I never stood a chance.

With her, I forget all my problems, all my worries. She is my drug, my clutch. And Dr. Salehi has made me realize that I need to let go. Like any addiction, this is a grueling and slow process, to be tackled one day at a time. It was excruciatingly difficult at first, but as the days went on, it became easier. Each day gets better.

Lizzie was uncharacteristically quiet, too busy enjoying her treat to talk. At the end of a lick, with a mouth full of blue ice cream, she asked, “How’s your butterscotch?”

I smiled. “Fantastic.” It truly was.

It was a perfect moment. But just then, my mobile rang. It was tucked in the inside pocket of my jacket, and for a second, I considered letting it go to voicemail. Unfortunately, being a workaholic and curious to a fault, my phone always beckons. I am at its mercy.

My breath hitched and the beating of my heart seemed to halt as I spotted her name on the display. I could hardly believe my eyes. “Mirella?” I said, forgetting myself and my surroundings. “Hello.”

Lizzie eyed me with a curious look. But I didn’t care about that right then. I desperately wanted to speak with Mirella. I needed to know the reason she was calling. Had she missed me as much as I had missed her? Had she realized that she couldn’t go on without me? That she loved me? Did I want this?

I heard a snippet of her voice, and just as my ears struggled to latch on to it, it left me abruptly as the line went dead. My heart pounded a mile a minute as I attempted to process what had just happened. Lizzie’s gaze was still glued to me, confusion written all her face. Her ice cream was melting, slow drips travelling down the length of her cone. But she didn’t seem to notice.

“It’s a friend of mine,” I explained. “I think something’s wrong. I just need to check, okay?” I stood and walked toward the back of the ice cream shop for a little privacy. I tried to reach Mirella again, but there was no answer. We rushed home, and I tried again once I got there. And again, later.

With a single call, Mirella has managed to crumble all my efforts.

Damn you, my beautiful Mirella.

You’ve broken me.

…yet again.

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Author’s Note: This is NOT an excerpt from Book 3, but rather an extra POV scene.

Find out more about the author and The Ground Rules series by visiting http://royacarmen.com/

Blog Tour, Viktor: Heart of Her King by Julia Mills

 

Viktor - tour headerThree millennium brought the Supreme Commander to this place at this time to meet the one woman who can save not only his soul but his very existence. 

Too many days pondering her life. Too many nights dreaming of the nameless, faceless man who makes her feel things she never thought possible. 

One has a chance for revenge, the other a chance for redemption. Together they must make a choice. Together they hold the key. 

Together only they can save the heart of her king. 

This book contains explicit sexual material and violence. It is only suited for mature readers 18 years of age and older.

 

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a menagerie of animals and a voracious appetite for reading who recently decided to write the storied running through her brain. I read my first book, Dr Suess’ Cat in The Hat by myself at 4 and was hooked.
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Sophie’s Voice by Helen Hardt Release Blitz

Attention all historical romance lovers, check out this new release by Helen Hardt! There’s a Rafflecopter giveaway to celebrate the release of Sophie’s Voice, so be sure to enter at the bottom of this post!

Sophie’s Voice by Helen Hardt

Release Day: 9th February

Blog Tour: 10th – 12th February

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Book: Sophie’s Voice

Author: Helen Hardt

Genre: Victorian era, erotic, historical

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Cover (1)Synopsis:

Lady Sophie MacIntyre has the voice of an angel, but due to her timid nature, no one ever hears it. After losing a bet to her conniving sister, Sophie auditions for the new musicale at the Regal Theatre run by handsome actor Zachary Newland. Though distracted by Zach’s elegant masculinity and her own nerves, she sings well and earns a role in the production.

Zach is a confirmed bachelor, and his taste in women leans toward the glamorous and uninhibited…until he meets the demure Sophie. Her delicate soprano and understated beauty captivate him. She responds to his inappropriate kiss, but quickly dismisses the heat between them. She’s a lady of the peerage, after all, and not one to associate with a rake like him.

Zach, however, is not so easily dissuaded. He gets what he wants, and he intends to help Sophie find her true voice…in more ways than one.

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Zach rushed out of the theatre and into the lobby. No sign of Lady Sophie. Looking out the door, he spied her getting into a hansom cab. The cabbie had taken her hand and was helping her into the coach.

He pushed the heavy glass door open and ran forward. “My lady, wait!”

Lady Sophie turned around, her face flushing a lovely raspberry color. She arched her eyebrows.

“If I may have a moment?” he said.

“I’m sorry. I am getting ready to leave for the Brighton estate, as you can see.”

“Yes, yes.” He turned to the cabbie. “You may go on. I’ll arrange for Lady Sophie’s transport in a few moments.”

“Yes, sir.” The cabbie tipped his hat.

“Mr. Newland”—Sophie cleared her throat gently—“what is this about? This is highly irregular, not to mention improper.”

“Yes, my lady, and I offer you my apologies. However, I could not let you leave without telling you how thoroughly I enjoyed your audition. I would like to offer you a leading role in the new musicale.”

“How are you able to offer me anything? You haven’t heard the other auditions yet.”

“I am familiar with all of the other actors and actresses who will be auditioning today. I know their voices. None of them can come close to you, my lady.”

Sophie fidgeted with her reticule. “I’m afraid, Mr. Newland, that I will be unable to accept a role in the production.”

What? Not able to accept? Did this woman have any idea of the talent she possessed?

Her pink lips trembled ever so slightly, and her cheeks deepened from raspberry to aubergine. Zach gulped, his pulse quickening. Had anyone kissed those lips? How they beckoned him. Sophie was of average height, coming up to his chest. He again eyed her dazzling blond hair swept up tight with only a few wispy curls free. How might it look flowing freely over her milky-white shoulders? Over her pert breasts?

“If you would be so kind, Mr. Newland…”

Zach stood, mouth agape. She had said something after his name, but he had heard no words. Only that voice, that voice from an angel, swirled around his head. He could not get enough of it. Still those rosy lips trembled, calling to him.

He couldn’t help himself. He gripped her shoulders, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to hers.

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Helen Hardt’s passion for the written word began with the books her mother read to her at bedtime. She wrote her first story at age six and hasn’t stopped since. In addition to being an award winning author of contemporary and historical romance and erotica, she’s a mother, a black belt in Taekwondo, a grammar geek, an appreciator of fine red wine, and a lover of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. She writes from her home in Colorado where she lives with her family. Helen loves to hear from readers.

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Audrey Carlan’s Resisting Roots Cover Reveal!

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Resisting Roots by Audrey Carlan, #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 5th April 2016

Resisting Roots (Lotus House Book 1) is a new Audrey Carlan series coming soon!

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Yoga instructor Genevieve Harper is a blond bombshell loaded down with responsibility and sacrifice. She makes the most out of raising her two siblings in the wake of their parents’ tragic accident. At twenty-four, she doesn’t have time to devote to a man…especially not the devastatingly handsome Trent Fox, who’s known for being a “player” on and off the baseball field.

Trent has the best hitting average in the league. Recently, he suffered a torn hamstring that takes him to the Lotus House Yoga Center for recuperation. There he meets the curvy, petite blonde with soulful black eyes and candy-coated glossy lips he’d like to do more to than kiss. He secures the flexible hottie for daily private lessons that ultimately show him how sensual the art of yoga can be.

Can love grow between a woman who’s rooted in her life and a man who resists any notion of staying in one place?

If you’re intrigued by the practice of yoga and desire a sensual, intensely erotic, and uniquely spiritual read with characters capable of performing pretzel-like sexual acts, the Lotus House series is for you. Each of the seven books can be read as a standalone but are better read in order. No cliffhangers. Books are erotic romances written for mature audiences 18+.

Author Bio:

Audrey Carlan is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader a romantic experience that’s sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt. Some of her works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, Falling Series, and the Trinity Trilogy.

She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she’s not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her “soul sisters” or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot romance novel.

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