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Title: Enzo
Series: Jinx Tattoos Book 1
Author: Shyla Colt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Neglected, abandoned by a heroin-addicted mother, and placed in foster care at ten, Enzo Jordan has learned one thing…love hurts. At thirty-five, he has a successful tattoo shop and his choice of women. The one-night stands are getting old, and the love he holds for his best friend, Aibhlinn is impossible to hide. When the attraction between them reaches a boiling point, he’s forced to choose between facing his fears and walking away. 
Aibhlinn Leahy has been in love with her best friend for years. The Irish-born comic book artist has poured time, energy, and love into the wounded man. His choice to walk away breaks her heart but frees her to explore a new future.
Life is a cruel and amazing thing. An abandoned baby brings the two back together, and they’re forced to examine the love that has long existed between them. This is a story of pain, scars, and fear. We all have demons to battle. The real decision is who’s in control…us or them?
*** Enzo is Book One in the Jinx Tattoos Series but is a STAND ALONE novel***

Enzo Chapter One

Enzo


The alarm mocked him as he woke to limbs tangled with his own. The blonde from the night before snuggled into his side. He ran a hand through his hair and rested his head on the pillow. Overnights weren’t his norm, but waking up alone on today of all days wasn’t an option. He had a love-hate connection with the day of his birth, and thirty-four was too old to deal with shit with liquor. So…he fucked in excess and kept his liquor consumption to a minimum instead. Normally, he would be ready to go for round three, but all he wanted was silence…some peace. He moved away from the blonde and rolled from the bed, ready to wash away the night before.

 


“Time to go home, sweetheart,” he said.

 


She stretched her arms above her head, letting her blanket fall to her lap. Her perky breasts were perfection and obviously fake.

 


Still, Enzo took a moment to appreciate her investments.

 


“You sure I can’t tempt you into breakfast?” she purred.

 


“Positive, got somewhere to be.”

 


She pouted her plump red lips.


What kind of makeup shit lasts overnight? The thought of the chemicals involved made him shudder. “As amazing as you were last night, I’ll have to pass.”

 


She huffed and tossed the blankets aside, swinging her shapely legs over the side of the bed as she stood. She was petite, tanned, toned, and plastic. It made her easy to look at, have a good time with, and say good-bye to.

 


Not that he ever felt bad. She knew what she was getting into, they all did. He made it clear he didn’t do seconds and wasn’t looking for more than a mutual exchange of pleasure. Still, some of them seemed to think they would win some magical lottery, and things would change in the morning. He’d seen Tracee around the tattoo shop a million times. She was an ink chaser.


She wanted a tattoo artist for an old man in the worst way. He made it clear she was barking up the wrong tree, but she kept coming around. He wasn’t looking to have a significant other, and her desperation to land someone who would take care of her made his skin crawl. This would kill two birds with one stone.


“You’re a real ass, Enzo, you know that?” Tracee asked as she poured her body back into her skin-tight black dress.

 


“You already knew that, though, Trace. We knew this wasn’t more than a night of fun.”


She cocked her hip and narrowed her eyes. “You sure about that, sweetheart? We had a lot of fun. Imagine that in your bed every night.”

 


“Not looking for that, Trace,” he said with a shrug.

 


“Would you say the same thing if I had my head stuck in a book and my body covered from head to toe?” Tracee scoffed.


“What the fuck did you say?” Enzo asked, stepping forward.


The color drained from her face. She snatched up her sky-high heels and fled. “Nothing, see you around,” she muttered, skittering out the door before he could respond.

 


People wondered about him and his best friend, Aibhlinn. They didn’t think a man and a woman could be friends without jumping in the bed together. His theory was the exact opposite. Sex ruined things. It broke up lifelong relationships, made people paranoid, and upset the natural order you first had before romance entered the picture. No, his spitfire Irish lass with the piercing blue-green eyes and flowing chestnut mane would remain off limits forever.

 


The very thought of her made him smile. Even on his darkest day, she never failed to bring him a little happiness. He walked to the front door of his house and locked the door behind Tracee. A quick glance at the clock told him he had about thirty minutes to get his ass into gear. He walked back over the maple hardwood floor and into the bathroom. The white on white tiles and glass shower enclosure made the room appear more open and easy to get into and out of, which made the space tolerable.


Turning on the hot water, he sank onto the bench at the far end of the massive stall and let the gathering steam clear his pores and his muddled head. Lack of sleep and beer had him feeling sluggish. After a few minutes, he rose to his feet, stepped under the spray, quickly soaped down, and rinsed off.

 


He was pulling on his plaid button up when the doorbell rang. A few moments later, the lock turned.

 


“You decent, birthday boy?” Aibhlinn called with that slight lilt he’d grown to love.

 


“Yeah, I’m coming out now,” Enzo called back. He appeared in the doorway and smiled.

 


Dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged her thick thighs, and large ass, she was mouthwatering.

 


Off limits didn’t mean he couldn’t admire her assets. An off the shoulder Pink Floyd sweater displayed tantalizing porcelain flesh. She had her hair pulled up into a messy bun that showed off her long, slender neck.

 


“You ready to go?” she asked.

 


“What? No breakfast?” he shot back.

 


She rolled her eyes. “Smart ass. We’ll be back for that later. If you don’t hurry, we’ll miss the sunrise.”

 


He nodded his head and walked toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist as they hugged. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thanks for coming, Ave.”

 


“Where else would I be?” she whispered.


Anywhere, with someone worthy of your time and affection. It was his deepest fear. That she would enter a romantic relationship and their friendship would go by the wayside. It was selfish wanting her to remain his number one girl…she deserved more. It worked for them now. They were both artists obsessed by the act of creating.


The years were passing swiftly, and she’d gone from unknown to sought after in her career field. First come loves, and then comes marriage. He snarled, pushing the thought of the day she, too, left him far in the background of his brain.


“Come on, I’ll drive,” she said, pulling him to the door.


He allowed her to manipulate him.


At five-foot-eleven, she still lacked the strength to move him if he resisted. Along with fucking, he liked to workout. It kept his head from getting overcrowded and allowed him a healthy way to work out his frustrations. Locking the door behind them, he followed her to the black SUV.

 


She hit the fob and unlocked the door.

 


Enzo was at the driver’s side, opening her door before she could protest. He knew how to treat a woman. He wasn’t so fucked up that he felt a sick need to use and abuse them. His mother, the angel who adopted him and straightened his ass out, would skin him alive if he ever went that route.

 


“Thanks, Enz,” she said, climbing into her seat.

He made his way to the passenger side then leaned his head back against the headrest, and zoned out as she pulled out of his driveway and headed for their destination.

 


Fog hung in the air, creating a thin layer of white. The haze turned the massive structure that was their destination into something mystical, or creepy, depending on how one looked at it. Bundled against the fall chill, they made their way from the car and into Ault Park, in the direction of the pavilion.

 


After the climb, his eyes drank in the frosted landscape. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

 


This park held good and bad memories. His birth mother brought him here many times. Originally, he thought it was because she was a good mother who loved the outdoors and knew he loved to be among the beauty the park offered. As he grew, he understood it was a public place to get her fix. No one thought twice of a man, a woman, and a child walking through the woods.

 


He would never forget the first time his brain registered the cash she gave Uncle Ian was for drugs. The tiny brown squares were heroin. They’d found her body here on his sixteenth birthday, needle still in her arm, eyes vacant, and body cold. She’d turned a day he already loathed into something even worse.

 


He inhaled, embracing the chilly air that crept down his throat and into his chest.

 


The ache meant he was alive. That he’d survived against the odds. Thinking of the days scrounging for food in garbage cans, stealing from the stores, and running drugs for dope boys to feed his starving gut…he shuddered. She’d always saved the most fucked up shit for his birthday, like an anti-birthday gift. That last day she’d left and never returned was his twelfth birthday.


He bowed his head in solemn remembrance. All the bullshit made it hard for a guy to feel joy on the day he came into the world and landed in a pile of festering shit. But that’s not where I am now. He glanced over at the woman standing beside him as the sky yielded from an inky blue to a purple, and a dusky orange. The sun’s rays turned everything golden, and for that moment in time, things were clean and new. The world was a hopeful place. The darkness was banished.

 


“Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, so dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay,” he whispered, quoting Robert Frost’s “Nothing Gold Can Stay”. There was a man who understood how to live in the moments before dawn ended. He hadn’t gotten there yet.


Ava tangled her fingers with his, and he let her. She was a blazing white light in the murkiness. His Irish angel on his shoulder, constantly encouraging him to do better, insisting he reach for his dreams, and repeatedly telling him he was worthy. She was the best present he’d ever received, on the same day his mother left this Earth. Perhaps that’s why he liked having her with him on his birthday.

 



Past


He sat in the back of the room, sketching in the expensive pad Mrs. Jordan had purchased for him as a birthday gift. As far as foster parents went, Karen and her husband Bill were one of the rare ones. Not only were they decent, they seemed to enjoy having him and the other boys there. The children who moved in and out were more than a paycheck; they were a chance to change lives. He thought it was an act at first. Now, he understood they were the genuine article. He’d been here six months, and other than bumping heads on being accountable for his whereabouts, it had been fairly smooth sailing. The high school was the same as any other, but he dug the art teacher, Ms. Leahy. The Irish woman with bright red hair, blue eyes, and a melodic accent encouraged him to hone his skills.


She said he had the potential to be a great artist. It was something he’d never really heard before. Writing and poetry were a means to escape from the shitty surroundings he often found himself trapped in. Artists and writers understood pain in the intimate way a boxing coach knew the mechanics of fighting.

 


“Hey, that’s good.”


He continued to darken the area of the crow’s wing.

 


“Hey, did you hear me?”

 


Peering up, he found himself lost in an ocean of an intense blue-green gaze. He blinked and took in the entire package.


The girl leaning over his shoulder was dressed from head to toe in a black dress with black tights and tall black boots. Her deep red lipstick stood out against her pale face and made her hair look more red than brown.

 


“You talking to me?” he asked.

 


“Yeah. I like the way you’re shading that in,” she replied, gesturing toward the paper.

 


“Uhh, thanks?”

 


She laughed. “That’s about the usual response to me.” She held out her hand. “Aibhlinn Leahy, I’m Ms. Leahy’s daughter. I just transferred to this high school.”

 


So, she didn’t know to stay away from the degenerate foster boy yet. “Enzo,” he said, quickly shaking her hand.

 


“Ahh, it’s nice to meet someone else around here with a unique name.”

 


He snorted. Heads turned to glance back at them. He scowled, and they faced forward. “Look, you’re new here, so you don’t know any better. But…I should warn you. Being seen with me will get you labeled as an outcast.”

 


“And now, you’ve intrigued me,” she said with a smile that showed the tiny dimple in her right cheek.

 


He shook his head, not willing to be the bad boy to some good girl gone wrong. “I should also mention, I don’t like people.”


“Oh, you’ll like me, I promise.” She sank onto the seat beside him and set down her pad. “You like comics?”


He blinked, trying to keep up with her crazy topic jumps. “Yeah.”

 


She opened her page. “Me too.

 


The impressive comic strip of Wolverine made him whistle. “You did this?”

 


“Yeah, need to work on my shading in certain areas. Which is why your work caught my eye.”


So, it’d been a self-serving thing. That he could understand. “Your detail is on point. I could use some pointers.”

 


“Then I’ll help you and you can help me,” she offered.

 


“Deal.”


He had no way of knowing it was the start of a lifelong relationship that would in many ways define him as a man.

 



Present


Aibhlinn

 


After they returned from Ault Park, Aibhlinn studied Enzo from beneath her lashes. He seemed more sullen this year than he had previously. “What’s wrong?” she asked, setting his bowl of steel cut oats and toast in front of him.

 


“You know I hate my birthday,” Enzo replied, and pushed the oats around with his spoon like a petulant child.


His pouty expression was adorable. She tried not to smile at the picture he presented. It was all too easy to imagine what little Enzo looked like once upon a time. “No, this feels like more than that,” she said, frowning.


He glanced up at her and sighed. “We’re getting old.”


She snorted. “Speak for yourself, grandpa. We’ve barely hit our thirties.”


“Yeah, but you know how fast time flies. We’ll blink, and it’ll be our forties.”

 


“So?” she asked, shaking her head.

 


He shrugged. “Makes a person wonder what their contribution to the world is, or why they were brought here in the first place.”


“What about Jinx Tattoos? You guys are taking names and kicking ass. You just did an interview with the local paper. That’s not something a mediocre shop does,” she said.


“Yeah, I mean, business wise I’m doing okay, just…”

 


“Ahh, so we’re talking about an ailment of a spiritual nature, then?”

 


“Ave.”

 


“What? If it’s not logical, it’s of the heart. Why do you always get antsy when I mention this?”


“Because I don’t know if I believe in this shit. I mean, what kind of God lets all this crap happen to innocent people”

 


“One who believes in free will. He allows us to do what we choose, even when it’s soul killing and bat shit crazy acts.”


“Why?”


“Because, if He didn’t, we’d be nothing more than puppets. This forces us to be accountable for our actions.”


“You believe that? After everything?” he asked.


She sighed. “After what happened to my father you mean? Yes. He made bad decisions, and it cost him his life. Catalyst being, my mother got out of there and made a better life for us.” Her heart turned to lead as she thought about her father and his obsession with purifying Ireland. They’d lost him to a bomb. He lived by the gun, and he died by it. Her mother had distanced herself from his associates and casually applied for a working visa. The rest was history.

 


“I’m sorry.” He set his spoon down and placed his hand over hers. “That was shitty of me.”


She shook her head. “No, it’s okay. You asked an honest question. I try not to think about that too much, Enzo. It’s no use rehashing a past none of us can change. If anything, I used it as a model for what not to do. We can’t control the things that happen to us. But we can decide what to do with the rest of our life afterward.”

 


“You make it sound so damn easy, Ave.”

 


“Ack, I never said that. I’m a bag full of crazy on a good day and fully aware I’m a thirty-four-year-old comic book author who has a sorely lacking social life, a D.O.A. love life, and very few friends.”


“You’re brilliant, and you know it,” Enzo countered.

 


She laughed. “To you maybe.”


“More than me. I’ve watched you work your ass off to get where you are. I remember when you were pounding the pavement submitting your resume everywhere, doing any sort of pro bono work you could to get your name out there. You worked a bevy of craptastic jobs to support yourself while you went after your dream. Now, you’re well on your way to achieving them. Own that shit.”


Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she glanced away. She would never possess his swagger. Some days her plentiful contracts felt like a streak of good luck, though she had the work history to prove it to be anything but that.

 


“One day some man is going to swoop in and whisk you away from me. Then who’ll be here to call me on my shit?”


“Your mother, and come on, you know that’s never going to happen. I’ll always have time for you.” It could be you if you’d let yourself try with me.


“Even after you get hitched and pop out a few babies?” He met her gaze, pinning her to the spot with his thoughtful expression.


Something she couldn’t name crossed his face.

 


“Well, thank you for marrying me off and knocking me up.”

 


“What? We both know you’re dying to have kids.”

 


“With the right man…someday, yes. At this point, I’ve never had a relationship make it to the one year mark. I’m a lot to handle, and it’s going to take one hell of a man to get me even half as well as you do.” She willed him to finally see what was in front of him. They were a key and lock, made to fit and always working in tandem. It was a rarity.


“We’re not getting any younger, Ave. That day is coming around the corner.”

 


Unless you step up to the plate. She glanced out the window, afraid he would see the longing in her eyes. Maybe he’s trying to tell me we are never going to happen and I need to move on without him. And my ass is too stupid to realize it. “I don’t feel the crush of age the way you do. I think it’ll happen organically. Life has a way of putting you on the right path eventually. For now, I’m in love with my life. I love my vintage two-bedroom apartment in the charming historic building. The freedom of being a freelancer, and the point I’ve reached in my career. Why borrow trouble worrying about what may or may not happen?”

 


“Just like that?” Enzo snapped.


“No, it’s a conscious choice I make daily. You know I live in my head. I’ve been in the dark before…really deep. I’m trying not to return there. I didn’t like it much the first time.”

 


Enzo nodded and shoveled a spoonful of oats into his mouth. He was a brooding thinker, her creative best friend. Most only saw the successful tattoo artist with a hot bod, and what they took for a short fuse. While he might have some anger issues about certain events, he never flew off the handle or did anything impulsive. He was a brooder. A deep thinking individual who camouflaged his sensitivity with humor, crassness, and walls.

She’d scaled them one by one over the years, but an unbreakable obstacle remained. She forced herself to eat her breakfast. Times like this, it was best to let the silence remain between them. His birthdate was always rough. She never really understood why he wanted her with him. He never went into detail, simply saying it made him feel better.


She was a sucker that way, not wanting to bring up painful memories of his past. Maybe I should practice tough love? How could she when the majority of his formative years had been hell? The things that happened to you in the first five years shaped your life forever, she knew that more than most.

 


They finished their meal, and she took the plates away, washing them by hand to give herself time to figure out how to best approach him.


“So what movie are we starting with?” she asked, wiping the kitchen island down. The horror movie marathon had grown legendary. People would show up with birthday offerings, popcorn, candy, and snacks. He celebrated the traditional way with family the day after his birthday. This day was just for them.


“The bloodier, the better,” he answered.


“Hmmm, classic or modern?”


He leaned in closer. “That depends on what you have in mind.”


“Dead Alive or Saw, the first film.”


“Hmmm. Dead Alive. I could use a bit of laughter with my gore.”


“Excellent choice. Morning margaritas?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow up.


He laughed. “Yeah right.”

 


She laughed with him and retrieved a bottle of scotch and two glass tumblers. Setting the personalized glasses onto the counter that she’d brought back from Ireland on a visit, she moved to the fridge for the ice. “You get the movie cued up, and I’ll be in a minute,” she said.

 


“On it.”

 


Aibhlinn then pulled out the plastic black ice tray and cracked the round ball of ice out of its mold. Setting one gently into a glass, she repeated the process, proud of the habits Enzo picked up from her. Her love of fine whiskey was another trait she’d inherited from her father. Back home, people took their drinks quite seriously. While her mother could drink with the best of them, she wasn’t as particular on her pick of poison.


She poured them both a healthy dollop and placed them—along with the bottle—onto a chocolate wood breakfast tray she’d bought. It was amazing how many of her touches she could see throughout his house. If she’d left it up to him, the place would still be a barren bachelor’s pad. The man could be his own worst enemy. It was like he didn’t believe he deserved happiness. She entered the room, set the tray on the black table in front of the couch, and sank onto the soft grey cushion.

 


“You ready?” he asked.

 


“Let the horrorathon begin,” she replied solemnly with a nod.

 


He snickered and pressed play.

 


As the movie began, she tucked her legs under her and leaned into his side. It was the only time she could get this close casually. His body exuded heat, and the scent of something dark and delicious seeped from his pores. She knew the brand of body wash he used, but it was something about his chemistry that turned the scent into an indescribable buffet for the senses. Content, she let herself get lost in the movie.

 


“The nineties gave us such great one liners,” Enzo noted as the priest showed off his ninja assassin skills while claiming to kick ass for the Lord.


She laughed. “Well, yeah, but so did Peter Jackson. He’s a special kind of sick and twisted, though he hides it well these days. I mean, Meet the Feebles?”

 


“Truth. I’d like to see him do another horror movie.”

 


“It’ll never happen. He knows where his bread and butter lies,” she said.

 


“That’s the double edge sword of fame I suppose. When you’re just making a name, you’re not expected to do anything in particular. The world is your playground, and the only limitation is your imagination. Then you get recognition, get labeled, and wind up stuck in a box. He’s still making Lord of the Ring films how many years later?”


“I don’t know, he has a cult film following, too, though. That’s something to be proud of. Plus, there was District 9. That was a step back toward those movies where he really flexed his creative muscles and stepped ‘outside of the box’,” she said using air quotes.


“Yeah, that’s true. I forgot about that one. I actually liked it a lot.”

 


“I know. I did, too.” She smiled up at him.


“Well, you do tend to have pretty good taste.”


“Shut up, I’m awesome,” she retorted.


“Yeah, you are. Thanks for hanging with me.”

 


“Hey, traditions are meant to be kept,” she replied, careful to keep things light.


They returned their attention to the movie, and she allowed herself to enjoy his closeness.

 


A knock sounded on the door halfway through the movie.


Enzo pressed pause. “Got to be Rhys. No one else gets up this early.”

 


“I’ll get it,” Aibhlinn said, eager to put some distance between the two of them. It was a little too easy to pretend things between them could be romantic behavior. She peered out the window above the door and grinned at the sight of the blond male with green eyes. The baby of the brothers, he had a lightheartedness about him. She opened the door. “Rhys.”

 


“Aibhlinn,” Rhys cried, sweeping her up into his arms.

 


“I told you about treating her like a doll,” Enzo barked from the couch.


Aibhlinn giggled.

 


“Should we royally piss him off, then?” Rhys asked.

 


She nodded her head.

 


“When are you going to let me make an honest woman out of you?” Rhys asked, loud enough for Enzo to hear.

 


“I don’t know. What do you have to offer?” Aibhlinn asked in a sultry voice.

 


“Okay, seriously?” Enzo grumbled.

 


She and Rhys laughed.

 


“What? I only came here to see Aibhlinn,” Rhys defended.

 


“No way, man, it’s my day. Get your own girl,” Enzo growled.


Rhys’ eyes widened.


Aibhlinn quickly looked away, ignoring the blood that rushed to her face.


“I am,” Rhys said.


“Pain in my ass,” Enzo stated as his voice drew near. He entered the living room and scowled at his brother who held out a bag.

 


“Don’t shoot the messenger. It’s from Mom.”

 


“And she told you to bring it to me at the ass crack of dawn?” Enzo asked.

 


“She said first thing, and then proceeded to call me to make sure.”


“What is it?” Enzo asked.


“No clue, bro. She gave it to me last night when I was over there for dinner. Happy womb liberation day.”


“Thanks,” Enzo grumbled.

 


“Well, I’ll let you two do whatever it is you do when you’re together,” Rhys said.


Enzo rolled his eyes. “I’m starting to think you have a crush on my girl for real,” Enzo accused, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.


“All I’m saying is, Netflix and Chill has led to many babies, so please be safe,” Rhys teased.


Enzo stepped forward.

 


Rhys moved back, laughing. “I’m headed to the gym now. I got an early appointment that’ll take a good chunk of my day up.”

 


“Where do they want it?” Enzo asked.

 


“A back piece. Luckily, it’s not their first. I always cringe when first times come in and try to do a back piece in one sitting.” Rhys shook his head.


Enzo snorted. “Call me if you need anything.”

 


“We won’t, and if we do, I’m calling Noah. It’s your day.” Rhys and Enzo fist bumped. “See you soon, pretty girl,” Rhys said, giving her a hug before he disappeared out the door.


She spun around. “Open the bag.”

 


He laughed and removed the red tissue paper. “Oh, man, she did good.” He pulled out a bulky box set. “We are watching Kill Bill next.”


She leaned in and read the description. It was a gift set featuring Quentin Tarantino’s best and bloodiest. “I love your mom. She’s so cool.”


“Trust me, the feeling is mutual with your mom. Come on, let’s finish our movie before we’re interrupted again.” Enzo led her back into the living room.

 


Once again, she was lost to her thoughts of what if. Enzo was the sun. She had no choice but to keep circling him.

 


We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well,

 

But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.

 

“Things We Dare Not Tell” ~Henry Lawson

 

Translations:

 

A leanbuh (uh LAN-uv): My child

 

Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She’s always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration. After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there’s never a dull moment in her household.She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.

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Release Blitz :: Captivate Me by Ryan Michele

Title: Captivate Me
Series: Ravage MC Book 5
Author: Ryan Michele
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 27, 2016
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The Ravage MC is a family. Always has been, always will be. But life took them all on a different path, a path where they suffered loss, betrayal, and heartache. 

 


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Release Blitz :: Loving London by Ellie Wade

Title: Loving London
Series: The Flawed Heart Series #3
Author: Ellie Wade
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2016

 

FLAWED
I left.
I followed my dream,
To write, to feel, to live.
But my life has no meaning without Loïc.
I’m fading.
I’m not whole, not me,
Without him.
Loving Loïc is how I breathe.
FLAWED
She’s gone,
I’m a hollow waste of space.
I can’t feel, can’t breathe, can’t fight,
Without London.
She’s who I am,
What I am supposed to be,
What I am supposed to do.
Loving London
Is how I live.

Ellie Wade resides in southwest Michigan with her husband, three young children, and two dogs. She has a Master’s degree in education from Eastern Michigan University and is a huge University of Michigan sports fan. She loves the beauty of her home state, especially the lakes and the gorgeous autumn weather. When she is not writing, you will find her reading, snuggled up with her kids, or spending time with family and friends. She loves traveling and exploring new places with her family.

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PreOrder: Seventeen Days

Title: Seventeen Days
Author: D.B. James
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 19, 2016
What can one night in Paris, change?

Morgan Young’s plans for the summer consisted of two things: fun and friends. Working in a small costal Alabama town for a man she barely knew wasn’t included — especially since she can’t stay away from him.

Everything.

After losing everyone he loves, Harrison Montgomery has given up on happiness — and love. When his path crosses with the feisty redhead’s, he can’t seem to get her off his mind. But their time together is threatened by Morgan’s plans to leave.

One dare may change the future.

Harrison throws down a challenge, a dare that changes their lives — one Morgan accepts. But is Seventeen Days really enough to fall in love? Can they find a home in one another, or will the storms of the past pull them under.

D.B. James is an indie author of New Adult Romance. Her debut novel will release on August 19, 2016. In her spare time she’s an avid reader. Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher, Teagan Hunter, KA Tucker, Linda Kage, Renee Carlino, and Abbi Glines are a few of her obsessions. She’s a Michigan girl through and through but currently resides in sunny Florida. Sarcasm, Supernatural (team Sam!), Harry Potter and coffee are among her favorite things.

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Release: Thirty Days: Part One

Title: Thirty Days: Part One
Author: Belle Brooks
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2016
“Sometimes we choose to forget the things in life that hurt us the most.”

 

What has Abigail forgotten? What has been erased? 

Plenty, apparently…

Abigail, the self-proclaimed hexed, is falling apart at the seams. She’s mad at the world—at the series of doors that continue to slam in her face. Most of all, she’s mad at herself.
When her best friend Sammy interferes in her spiral of self-loathing with an intervention, she finds herself entering through the door of a successful law firm and right into Marcus’ lap. Literally. 

He’s sophisticated, funny, alluring…but also underhanded. There’s something else about Marcus that Abigail never expected. Magic.

Born in Australia, Belle Brooks has always had a passion for books and creative writing. She loves exploring the different ways stories can be told through the use of text and in-depth characters. Since she was a child her strong talent and interest in creative writing was evident, explaining that her favourite class in school was English. Despite her love for all things books, she decided the world of advertising and marketing was where she could put her talents to use in the business realm, well that is until now. Belle enjoys creative writing and creating fictional stories that leave a valued message inside the pages.


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Man of Honor (Passion in Paradise)

Man of Honor (Passion in Paradise Book 6)

by Sarah O’Rourke

TITLE: Man of Honor

SERIES: Passion in Paradise Book 4

ARC Received From: Sarah O’Rourke

# OF STARS 5

Genre: PARANORMAL

Pages: 159

Overview:

Sheriff Zeke Monroe loves one woman…Honor McKinnon. He is willing to stake his entire future on protecting her…no matter what the cost. 

Honor McKinnon knows she is broken. Her body and soul had been shattered by a violent attack years ago, and no one…not her sisters or anyone else in the tiny town of Paradise, especially the Sheriff…can change that. Rather than dealing with her wounds, she chooses to protect herself from any further damage, even if that means that she avoids the one chance at love. But Zeke is determined to break down Honor’s walls…and to find the persons responsible for hurting her and make them suffer. 

He’s already killed for her once…and is willing to do it again if it means she’ll know safety and happiness. 

What happens when Zeke refuses to allow Honor to ignore her past? Will Zeke’s love be passionate enough to break down her barriers? And can Zeke save Honor when her life is in danger once again? 

Join Sarah O’Rourke in this epic culmination of the Men of the McKinnon Sisters stories…and find out how the Passion in Paradise series is always scorching hot! Standalone, romantic suspense.

Reviewed by Tammy:

WOW where do i even being with this story? I read about loss of innocence, violence, unconditional love, attempted murder. So we have a bit of everything. She is hiding from her past and letting it rule her life. Can she ever move past it? Can she ever grow? Can she ever relax? He is the Sheriff can he find the men who hurt her? Can he make her feel his love for her? What will happen next?

I received an ARC version of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Release Tour :: Deceitful Choices

Title: Deceitful Choices
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Contemporary Romance Standalone
Release Date: August 2, 2016
Some lies you just can’t come back from. 
The damage is too deep. 
The effects are too strong, and the path they lead you on can be devastating. 
One lie only led to another as Lindsay tried to be someone she wasn’t. She wanted just one moment to pretend she didn’t live the life she had been cursed with. 
She wanted to live without regret. 
Live for the moment. 
She wanted to laugh and smile without feeling as if at any moment something or someone would corrupt that happiness. But all lies have a way of resurfacing. Those deceitful words can come back to haunt you, leaving you as the one heartbroken and alone. 

Zack had taken a trip with a fellow Navy SEAL. Just a weekend away to regroup. Never had he intended to find the girl who would jumpstart his heart. 
Only then to destroy it. 
But the shattered pieces of his trust weren’t the only things he left behind when he walked away from Lindsay. There was now an innocent life that had been thrown in to the mix. 
But Lindsay wasn’t the only one who lied… 
The odds were stacked against them. There was someone doing everything they could to keep them apart. 
But when the truth is told, and those secrets are revealed, they must decide if they have what it takes… 
To survive the deceit.

C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

 

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

Blog Tour :: Sociopath’s Revenge

Title: Sociopath’s Revenge
Series: Sociopath, Book Two
Author: V.F. Mason
Genre: Dark Romance
Published: July 26, 2016

“I love an unpredictable non traditional HEA, and this book delivered.” – Reading is My Super Power


“5 sociopath stars!! Just when I thought book one couldn’t get any darker and hotter, here comes book two!!! Wow!” – Alpha Book Club

MINE.
She was mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.

SAPPHIRE
The future finally started to brighten up for me. 
Memories of the past didn’t belong in my life.
The nights held nightmares, but I learned to deal with them.
Until he showed up, once again shattering any peace I had.

SOCIOPATH
In the hopes of destroying Sociopath, my enemies hurt and used my only weakness.
Sapphire.
My Sapphire. 
The time had come for my ultimate revenge, so those who wronged us would answer for every scar and pain they’d inflicted.

*Warning: It is necessary to read first Sociopath’s Obsession, before starting Sociopath’s Revenge.


Copyright @V.F. Mason
Prologue
Damian

Pain.
Agonizing pain burning through my body woke me up. My lungs immediately filled with the smoke surrounding me
Fire.
Shaking the fogginess from my head, I tried to get up but my legs wouldn’t move. No matter what I did, they didn’t respond. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the haze around me, I spotted a huge piece of wood pinning my legs. I sat up and tried with all my strength to push it away, but it was useless.
Blood slowly dripped from my forehead to my cheeks and lips. My callused hands were covered in blisters. How could this happen?
Sapphire.
My eyes searched for her as the fire spread more rapidly. I saw her silky black hair lying across the bench. She appeared unconscious. The orange flames surrounding us moved dangerously closer, heading toward her body.
No!
“Sapphire.” Her name came out as a hushed whimper. No matter how hard I tried to clear my throat, I couldn’t speak any louder. After the accident five years ago, talking with more volume was a luxury I couldn’t afford. How I wished to shout just then to make the woman I loved open her eyes so we could run with our little one.
Then the terrified scream filled the air, and my body froze in fear.
“Daddy!” Kristina cried out somewhere from my right. “Daddy, help me! He wants to take me away.” She started crying and kept screaming my name. A man’s laugh echoed in the warehouse, and the familiar sound of flesh being slapped created a burning rage inside me. My hands fisted and once again, with a loud cry, I pushed the wood, but it didn’t budge.
He couldn’t have her.
He wouldn’t have her.
My little girl.
“See, boy? You can never win with me. Now your precious daughter will know what it’s like to make me happy.” Kristina whimpered, and in a second, I heard the door shut loudly, trapping us inside.
My child.
S had my child.
No!
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” I whispered. “Daddy is so sorry.”
No matter what I did, she’d have those nightmares for the rest of her life.
And unfortunately, I was powerless to stop them.

V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen.
Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it.When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.


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Cover: Fractured Beat

Title: Fractured Beat
Series: The Meltdown Series #1
Author: RB Hilliard
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: Fall 2016


When Grant Hardy, Meltdown’s lead singer, falls off the stage in the middle of a concert while under the influence, his record label has no choice but to step in and take control. The solution is simple. Send Grant to rehab and avoid a public relations nightmare by covering it up as a bad case of the flu.
When the rehab facility’s recommendation for extended treatment starts to affect the label’s bottom line, they are forced to find an alternative solution – hire an in-house counselor for the duration of the tour.
There’s just one problem.
Grant Hardy isn’t an addict.
RB Hilliard lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband and two children. Her love of the written word led her to pursue a degree in English and later a career as an academic language therapist. In 2012 she took a break from teaching and began writing her first novel, His End Game. Hilliard has published five books in her MMG Series, as well as Utterly Forgettable, a romantic comedy and Fractured Beat, the first in her Meltdown Series.
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Release: The Redemption Series Box Set

Box Set: The Redemption Series
Author: M.L. Steinbrunn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2016

They say blood is thicker than water.

They are wrong.

Sometimes the closest of families are the ones we create for ourselves.

Through the heartache and heartbreak life deals them, Vivian, Jen, Carly, and Campbell finally find what they never knew they needed.

Discover the secrets behind their redemption.


-It’s so hard to pull all my emotions into this review because it’s an emotional roller coaster ride from start to finish. It made my heart skip a beat on more than one occasion. ~ Saints and Sinners Books

 

-Forgive Us OurTrespasses is so much more than a love story. The book is a journey of strength, friendship, and ultimate redemption that has left its indelible mark. ~Prisoners of Print 

-If you are looking for a series that is so much different than this is for you. Her writing style is unique and she is an author who I will be following from now on. ~Panty Dropping Book Blog


-M.L.’s character development and plot lines are bar none the best I’ve read so far this year. ~Saints and Sinners Books 

-M.L. is a great storyteller that weaves the story around your heart and doesn’t let go untils he has drained every emotion out of you. ~Daydream Believer Book Blog.

 

-This book is haunting, it’s beautiful, it’s heartbreaking and it’s real. ~Amazon Customer 

My name is M.L. Steinbrunn and I am a young adult and contemporary romance author. My work includes the popular Redemption Series and a young adult series, which includes my new release, A Beholden Heart. 

In addition to writing, I work full-time as a high school educator and coach in rural Colorado where my husband and I are raising our four young children. Through education I have enjoyed guiding others on their paths and helping students build their own stories. After countless evenings of discussing story ideas, it was my husband who encouraged me to follow my own path of self-publishing.
I want to send a huge thank you to those who have been overwhelmingly supportive of this journey. 
–M.L. Steinbrunn

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