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Watch the Wrath unfold! Clubs. Mafia. Drugs. Murder. And the man they all know as Scarface, will leave you guessing in

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Eloped at the age of eighteen. Separated at the age of eighteen. Disappeared at the age of eighteen. This is what happened to Calla Greer. Her perfect life was shattered on her wedding day when she caught her husband Cain with another woman just hours after they said I do. With her heart broken, she moves across the border to Windsor, Canada to get away from the nightmare she stumbled upon. Hell bent on going to college and fulfilling her dream of becoming a lawyer.

 

After six long years of still being married, Calla returns to Detroit to have Cain sign divorce papers.

 

Only Cain has changed.

 

He’s bitter, angry and for a good reason.

 

At least that’s what he’s been telling himself for the past six years.

 

Cain Bexley had fifteen minutes to destroy his marriage to protect the woman he loved. He did the only thing he could think of to make her leave. He jumped in bed with a woman. Life at home was a lie. Lives were at risk.

 

People are not who they seem.

 

Not even Cain’s dad or Calla’s parents are who they say they are. When Calla shows up begging for a divorce. He shows her exactly who he is and no way in hell will he sign those papers.

 

What happens when six years later she returns? The only woman he has loved. A woman who has changed herself! When all the lies surface will she be able to forgive everyone she has trusted in her life or will Calla turn to the man who destroyed her?

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girl with cup of morning coffee

 

Excerpt

My brain finally catches up with the fact I’m naked in front of Cain for the first time in six years. I sit up in a rush of water and bring my knees to my chest, resting my chin on top of them.

“You… you shouldn’t be in here.”

“You wouldn’t answer me,” he says exasperatedly.

“Well, no shit. My head was underwater. That still doesn’t give you the right to just walk in here.”

“When you don’t answer me when I’m standing right outside of a wide open door, not to mention the fact this is my house… well, then I think I have every fucking right. Don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. You could have just peeked in and seen I was fine and waited. Was this some kind of ploy for you to get me right where you wanted me? Are you so afraid that the minute you turn your back on me I will up and try to leave? Are you going to watch my every move? Or did you have an ulterior motive in suggesting I shower, just so I could strip down naked and you could make damn sure I didn’t go anywhere? So tell me what the hell it is, because this back and forth, hot and cold game you’ve started is really starting to piss me the hell off!”

I glare up at him, not quite able to read his eyes.

What I do know is that the sexual tension between the two of us is so strong, it’s working triple overtime. There’s only one tiny little obstacle in our way… and that would be our past. The fact that I can’t trust him. He broke every bit of it the same day he broke my heart. One of us needs to give in, take charge so we can just fuck and move on.

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About the Author:

Kathy Coopmans

 

 

Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.

After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.

She now writes full time.

She’s a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis.

She’s a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed!

 

Use whichever one of these you would like babe.

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WRECK by Heather C Leigh Book Tour!

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Meet Hawke and Abby in the newest standalone in the Sphere of Irony Series.

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Blurb

Hawke Evans is the drummer for the Grammy winning Sphere of Irony. The quiet, tattooed and pierced hottie behind a pair of geek chic glasses is hiding a seriously troubled adrenaline junkie with a death wish.

Abby Kessler is studying psychology at UCLA. Her desire to help those fighting mental illness stems from a life-changing incident in her past.

When Abby meets Hawke backstage at a local club, she’s instantly attracted to his bad boy good looks. But when she discovers the damaged man beneath the beautiful exterior, she’s compelled to make up for past mistakes.

How long will it take for Hawke to realize his reckless behavior isn’t only endangering him, but the hearts of those around him? How long will it take for Abby to see that she can’t help someone who has no desire to be fixed?

***This is book 4 in the Sphere of Irony Series. It can be read as a standalone. This is a spin-off of the Famous Series***

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Excerpt

“Go away, Evans. I’m talking this nice girl.” This prick has no idea how close I am to snapping or what Abby means to me. The way Brad says ‘girl’, combined with the obvious ‘fuck off so I can get laid’ look in his eyes, seals Brad’s fate.

Blinded by rage, I pull back my arm and drill my fist right into his smug face.

“Fuck!” Brad cries out. He touches his mouth to find his lip split open and bleeding.

“Oh my god, Hawke! What is your problem?” Abby shouts. I move to punch the bastard again, but Abby steps between us, grabbing my hand. “Stop!”

“Move,” I hiss, shooting a murderous glare over Abby’s shoulder at Brad, who is still holding his hand up to his mouth.

The rest of the room has gone silent, everyone stopping to stare at the disruption, eager to watch a good fight. Dax must have either left or is holed up in his room with Kate, otherwise he’d be right in the middle of things, using his enormous muscles and underground fighting skills to put an end to the confrontation.

“Don’t,” Abby begs, forcing me to look at her by stepping into my line of sight. When I meet her eyes, shimmering with tears and betrayal, all of the rage I felt for Brad turns into frustration with Abby for drinking and putting herself in the situation with Brad to begin with.

“Leave,” I bark at Brad, pointing at the front door. Before she can protest, I grab Abby’s wrist and haul her to my room. She stumbles behind me on her high heels. Using my foot, I slam the door shut with a bang.

“Ouch, Hawke!” Abby twists out of my hold, turning to glare at me. “What is your problem?”

“My problem?” I shout. “I’m not the one getting drunk and letting Brad piece-of-shit Vargas touch my ass!”

Her mouth drops open and her eyes bulge. “Are you kidding me right now?”

I step forward, crowding her in a corner of the tiny space I share with Gavin. “Oh, I’m far from fucking kidding, Abby. He’s a slimy douchebag who wants nothing more than to get you drunk and fuck you.”

“So what? It’s none of your business who I sleep with!” Abby puts her hands on her hips and scowls. It’s almost adorable, until she continues her rant, going straight for the jugular. “I don’t say anything about the whores you bang every night!”

Anger, shame, raging desire—they all battle inside my chest, clashing until they detonate in a huge fireball of uncontrollable emotions. “I don’t want them!” I shout, my hands going to my hair, fisting huge hunks.

I step closer, Abby’s back now pressed against the bathroom door. I lean forward, dropping my hands to cage her in on either side of her head. Her breathing picks up and I drop my gaze to drag up her sinful body, ending at her heart-stopping eyes. “Don’t you get it, Abby?” My voice lowers as I finally confess what I’ve held inside for too long. “I don’t want Brad touching you. I don’t want anyone touching you! I want you. You’re mine.”

Abby gasps, either in shock at my declaration, or with desire. I don’t wait to find out because at that moment, I lean closer, letting my hips press against hers so she can feel exactly how much I want her. Abby’s eyes fall to my mouth, her thick lashes fluttering against flushed skin. When her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips, any remaining willpower I possessed dissolves into nothingness.

I tilt my head to see if that mouth tastes as sweet as she smells, but Abby holds me back with a hand to my chest. A fist squeezes around my heart. Of course she doesn’t want me. Why would she? I’m a fucked up mess and she knows it.

Abby inhales a shaky breath, drawing my attention back to her eyes once more. “What’s your real name?” she asks.

“What?” I pull my brows together.

“Your real name. I… I don’t want my first time to be with someone whose name I don’t know,” she whispers, her cheeks blazing red with embarrassment.

I huff out a laugh. “Henry. It’s Henry Walker Evans.”

“Like Gavin Walker?”

I shake my head. “No relation.”

“Henry,” she says, smiling as she trails her trembling fingers up my chest, over my collarbone, to wrap around the back of my neck. “Kiss me, Henry.”

Without hesitation, I lift my hands from the door to cup her flushed cheeks, letting my full weight press against her body. Abby’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, sending a rush of blood straight to my groin. I groan in pleasure. “God, I’ve been wanting to do this forever.” Before she can answer, I lean in and our mouths connect.

Abby melts against the door, her muscles going limp, allowing me to control the kiss. When I slide my tongue against the seam of her lips, she lets out a throaty moan that vibrates all the way to my toes. Her mouth parts on a soft exhale, the sound sending little sparks of electricity dancing across my skin. I’m so turned on, so desperate to taste and feel every part of her, that my brain turns off and instinct takes over. Primal, animal instinct to possess, to claim, to make her mine.

I step forward, putting one foot between hers to kick her feet apart. Once there’s enough room to maneuver, I push my stiff dick against the junction of her thighs. Abby gasps and comes to life. The girl who was content to be passively carried along through our kiss, threads her fingers through my hair and grips tight. The streak of pain across my scalp shreds my last vestiges of rational thought.

Panting, I break away, dizzily gulping down oxygen. “Off. Now.” I grab the hem of her silky tank top and yank it over her head, revealing two perfect, round breasts supported by a lacy white bra. “Fuck.” I palm my hard-on through my way too tight jeans, the ache nearly unbearable.

Abby stares at me, her eyes wild, pupils dilated. Desire has put crimson streaks on her cheekbones and turned her throat and chest a deep shade of pink. “Your turn,” she says, clawing at the bottom of my own T-shirt. I reach over my head to pull it off, but hesitate when my fingers grip the material.

The scars. I’ve haven’t had sex with anyone without a shirt on since the accident, usually not even getting my pants all the way off. It’s always been quick backroom hook-ups or blow jobs. My pulse races, fear overtaking desire, pricking my skin uncomfortably.

“Henry.” Abby caresses my cheek, her thumb brushing across the silver stud in my bottom lip. “I don’t care. I want you, all of you. You’re perfect the way you are.”

Our eyes lock, and I know she’s telling the truth. This is Abby. I can trust her. She skims her hands down my ribcage, hooking her fingers into the waist of my jeans. In a bold move, Abby tugs me forward and arches her back off the door, grinding against my aching cock.

I nod, knowing right now, I’ll give her whatever she wants. I fist the collar of the shirt and pull it over my head, balling it up in my hands between us, using it as my final shield. Without breaking eye contact, Abby covers my hands with her own and slowly removes my fingers, taking the shirt from me. She tosses it to the ground, blue eyes still fixed on mine. Abby slides her hands around my waist and I flinch.

“Don’t be afraid,” she murmurs, skimming her hands up my torso, her fingers exploring every inch. They brush across my abs to my chest, where she gently flicks her thumbs across my nipples. “I’m not. I know you’ll take care of me.”

“Jesus, Abby.” My head lolls back from the pleasure of her touch.

Abby winds her hands behind my head and pulls my mouth back to hers. Our tongues slide together, wet and hot and so fucking perfect. She stops to catch her breath, fumbling with the button on her own jeans. As I stare, entranced, Abby shoves down her pants and underwear and reaches behind her to unsnap her bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. She’s so beautiful, I stop breathing to stare at her naked body, snapping out of it only when she speaks. “Make love to me, Henry.”

 

 

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Heather C Leigh

Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the ‘dark’ side of fame. The part that the public doesn’t get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.

Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.

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#Airheads Crafts experience!

I had the privilege of receiving Air Heads candies and supplies for FREE from http://www.smiley360.com to join the  #AirheadsCrafts experience!  I am a huge fan of Lisa Renee Jones and the Inside Out Series.  The series mentions an art gallery and roses often, and the book is coming soon to cable television.  I decided to run with the book theme and make rainbow roses.

air heads roses

To Make the roses you need: (makes one rose)

1 sucker stick

1 air head bite

2 airheads

1 air heads extreme sweet and sour candy

a pizza cutter

  1.  get supplies together
  2. take sucker stick, one air head & one air head bite, place on a clean surface
  3. take stick and wrap the airhead in half to secure on the stick
  4. add bite to middle of rose, finish wrapping air head around stick.
  5. take second air head wrap around the first to make a rose, play with the air head to make rose petal look.
  6. now that rose is complete get the air head extreme
  7. using pizza cutter slice the air head extreme so you are left with the color of your choice to make a bow.
  8. carefully make a small bow around the sucker stick right under rose.

I suggest making a few and adding to a small clean vase for serving.

 

***I received free air heads to make this project, opinions are my own***

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Recipe: Peanut Butter Balls

Peanut Butter Balls 

So, you bought all your Halloween candy and your glad you have your shopping done early.  Then you have a bag of Reese cups in a cupboard calling your name.  Do you open the bag and risk eating all the trick or treat candy, or do you make your own.  I opted to make my own.

PEANUT BUTTER BALLS

INGREDIENTS

4 cups powdered sugar

1 1/2 cups creamy peanut butter

1/4 cup butter melted

3 tablespoons milk

12 ounce package milk chocolate chips

1 tablespoon Shortening

Sprinkles, optional

DIRECTIONS

Mix powdered sugar, peanut butter and butter, mix well

Add milk and mix to incorporate

Form dough in a ball

Place in fridge or freezer to set up, (about 15 minutes worked well for me)

In a microwave safe bowl add chocolate chips and shortening, microwave 30 seconds mix, repeat until the chocolate is melted, do not melt to long or you will ruin the chocolate.

Dip ball,  in the melted chocolate and place on waxed paper until hardened. (If using sprinkles, place on the peanut butter balls before they harden so the sprinkles stick)

Enjoy!!!

Denial by Lisa Renee Jones coming soon!!!

Denial butterfly tattoo

Fans of Lisa Renee Jones may already know that Denial, Careless Whispers book 1 is coming soon, November 24, 2015 to be exact.  I have read the first chapter of the series on her blog www.lisareneejones.com and I love the book already.  If your unfamiliar with the series, Ella was introduced to us in the Inside Out Series.  If I Were You is the first book where we learn Ella buys a storage unit and passed it off to a friend Sara.  That is where the fun begins.

I actually first fell in love with The Inside Out Series before I even read it.  The author explained to the fans that in real life her husband and her used to bid on storage lockers and in one they found old diaries.  Lisa’s hubby suggested she write a book about finding journals and the rest is history.  The Inside Out series is now complete, but Ella’s story was still not written, until now.  Lisa Renee Jones has written book one Denial coming soon and we will get to hear all about Ella and what she was doing when Sara was looking for her.

I recommend both series to Romantic Suspense fans.  The writing also had a bit of Erotic and a window scene that is not to be missed.  For the full story on how the series was thought up please stop by Lisa’s site.  The buy links and chapter one of Denial can also be found there.

Happy Reading!!

Recipe: Homemade Butterfingers

homemade butterfingers

Stock up on candy corn, because once you try this candy you will want to make more.

HOMEMADE BUTTERFINGERS

Ingredients:

1 pound (16 ounces) candy corn

1 jar, (18 ounces) creamy peanut butter, (my jar was 18 ounces, but I think some are 16 ounces, either will work)

1 bag milk chocolate morsels (see tip below)

Directions:

  • Line a 9X9 inch pan with wax paper
  • Melt the candy corn in medium bowl, stirring every 30 seconds, until smooth, stir in peanut butter until well mixed, may be hard to mix, but mix until mostly smooth
  • Pour into wax paper lined pan
  • Place in freezer for 10 minutes or until firm
  • Take the candy bars out of pan, cut into bite size pieces.
  • Melt the chocolate in microwave, stirring every 30 seconds until smooth.
  • Use a fork to dip bar into chocolate coat all sides, tap to remove excess chocolate and place on a wax paper lined sheet.
  • When you have covered all bars in the chocolate mix, place back in freezer until firm about 10 minutes.

Tips and info.  I  received this recipe from a friend requesting me to make them for her, not sure of original origin of recipe.  The candy corn gives the bars a texture similar to the original candy bar.  I found I did not have enough chocolate chips to completely cover all bars, so I just poured the rest on top of the bars I had left over.  They were just as good.

Enjoy!!!