Jacob's Ladder: Gabe by Katie Ashley is AVAILABLE NOW!
As the lead songwriter for Jacob’s Ladder, the last thing Gabe Renard needs is a debilitating case of writer’s block. After years of meaningless one night stands, he's finding it hard to pen the love-filled ballads the label is requesting. In an effort to clear his mind, Gabe takes his jeep off-roading in the North Georgia Mountains. When a wrong-turn leads to him getting stuck more than just creatively, he’s forced to call for help. To his surprise, the “Ray” who has been sent by Hart Wreckers to his aid is actually “Rae”—a sexy-as-hell spitfire in a pair of tight-as-hell jeans. The combination of Rae’s sassy mouth and rocking body might be the inspiration Gabe needs. But for the first time since becoming a rock star, his advances have been shot down.
Reagan Hart has never been a fan of musicians. In fact, just the mention of one might cause her to throw a tire tool. Her disgust for them started when she was just eight and her mother ran off with a traveling country singer, and it only worsened when at seventeen, her rocker boyfriend knocked her up before blowing out of town. As a single mother taking care of her family's collision business, Rae doesn't have time for hook ups, much less a relationship. And if she did make time, a musician would be last on her list, even one as good-looking as Gabe Renard.
Can Gabe find the words to prove not only to Rae, but himself, that she’s the only one for him?
My tirade was interrupted by my phone ringing. It was Eli.
“Hey man, are you alive?” he questioned.
“Yes, I am.”
“Are you just saying that because the Deliverance people who kidnapped you are forcing you to say that? Cough once into the phone if you’re not okay.”
Rolling my eyes, I laughed in spite of myself. “I have not been abducted by any Deliverance people. I am here in Hayesville of my own volition.”
“Yes, it’s your volition that’s questionable. I mean, you said yourself they don’t even have a Starbucks. What could you possibly still be doing there?”
“Actually, I’m here writing.”
Eli sucked in a breath. “Holy shit. You are?”
When I’d called him the day before, I hadn’t told him anything about Rae or songwriting. Since everything had still been up in the air with her, I’d just told him I was just staying in Hayesville to get away. “Yeah, man. I’ve gotten two songs done already.”
“I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“Thanks. I’m not gonna lie, it sure feels good to be putting words on paper. They’re good words, too, and you know I wouldn’t just say that.”
“I sure do. You are your own worst critic. When were you planning on sharing them with me and Abs?”
“Are you still at Jake and Abby’s?”
“No. I came back to Atlanta the day you left.”
“As soon as I get back to the hotel, I’ll Google Hangout with you guys and play what I have.” At the familiar tingle running up my spine, I said, “Strike that. I think I’m feeling something new coming on.”
“Yeah. I’m not too surprised considering I was just with—” I abruptly cut myself off. For reasons I didn’t understand, I didn’t feel ready to tell Eli about Rae.
“You were just with who?”
“Nobody. Forget it.”
“Look, if you’ve fallen in love with some hillbilly woman named Earlene, it’s okay. You don’t have to be ashamed.”
I laughed. “Considering I’ve only been gone for forty-eight hours, I’m not quite sure how I could have fallen in love with a hillbilly.”
“You never know—they move fast.”
“How the hell would you know? Past experience?”
“Just an observation.”
“Whatever.” A knock came on the Jeep’s window, causing my phone to fly out of my hand and onto the passenger seat. When I glanced over, Rae was grinning at me. After I rolled down the window, I said, “Hey.”
“Hey. Listen, I was thinking instead of coming over here, you should just come to the shop to pick me and Linc up. Dad lives closer to the shop than here.”
“Okay. I’ll see you at the shop.”
She smiled. “Okay.” Jerking her chin, she added, “Now get the hell out of here so I can go to work.”
“I’m on it.”
After she waved and headed back to her car, I leaned over and picked up my phone. I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that Eli had hung up. The minute he heard a female voice, he would be hanging on to every word he possibly could. “Hey. I’m back.”
“Was that Earlene?” he asked teasingly as I cranked the Jeep up.
“No, smartass. Her name is Rae.”
“Sounds like you guys are having dinner tonight.”
“We are, at her father’s house,” I replied as I backed out of Rae’s driveway.
I laughed. “Like that’s all you have to say. I mean, don’t hurt yourself holding back.”
“It’s just that you said it would be impossible to have fallen in love with a hillbilly girl in two days, yet here you are having dinner with a woman. Not only that, you’re having dinner with her family. Do we need Selma to prepare a press release on your impending nuptials?”
“Har fucking har.”
“Hey, you told me not to hold back. I mean, you’re already eating dinner with her parents—what am I supposed to think?”
“It’s not like that with Rae.”
“Then enlighten me.”
I sucked in a deep breath before unloading the soap opera of what had transpired.
“Holy shit,” Eli remarked when I finished.
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“I can’t believe you found your muse in the backwoods.”
“It surprised the hell out of me as well, but I’m not going to question it.”
“I wouldn’t either.” After pausing for a moment, Eli asked, “So she’s beautiful, huh?”
“Gorgeous, but not like the fake women I usually go after. She’s real.”
“She’s real or her tits are real?”
Groaning, I replied, “Once again, it’s not like that with her.”
“It’s not like that because she won’t let it be like that,” Eli countered, amusement vibrating in his voice. It was times like these I lamented having a twin brother who knew exactly how my brain worked.
“Yeah, it’s true that she shot me down, but I’m glad she did.”
“If we had fucked, who knows what would have happened to my songwriting mojo? I might still be blocked.”
“That’s one way to look at it, and a very mature way, I might add.”
I snickered. “I’m not sure I would trust your judgment on what’s mature.”
Eli laughed. “Whatever. So you really think you have another song brewing?”
“Yep. I’m pulling into the hotel now. Just as soon as I can get to my pen and journal, I’m at it again. Once I get to a stopping point, I’ll text you about doing a Google Hangout with Abby.”
“Sounds good. I’ll call her and let her know what’s going on.”
“Thanks, man. I probably need to text Jake and tell him I’ll be commandeering his Jeep for a little while longer.”
“I don’t think he’ll mind, especially if you’re finally getting the words you need. When do you think you’ll be back?”
“I’m not leaving here until I have enough to fill the album—or until my mojo runs out.”
“I’ll be interested to see what you come up with, but more than the songs, I’m interested to see how things pan out with Rae.”
“You mean you’ll be interested to see if we finally bang.”
“Actually, I was thinking more long-term than that.” Really, Eli?
“Like a relationship?”
“Get real, bro.”
“You’re the one who needs to get real, not me.”
“It’s not happening.”
Scowling at the phone, I replied, “If you don’t have anything else to do but give me shit about Rae, I’ll let you go. Unlike someone else I know, I have work to do.”
Eli chuckled. “Whatever, man. Call me when you’re done penning our next CMA winner.”
“I don’t know about that, but I’ll let you know when the next song is done.
“You do that—oh, and tell Rae hello for me.”
“And thanks for putting up with my knuckleheaded brother.”
I laughed. “Goodbye, Eli.”
About the Author:
Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of both Indie and Traditionally published books. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her spoiled mutt, Duke. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Shakespeare, Harry Potter, Star Wars, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent eleven years teaching both middle and high school English, as well as a few adjunct college English classes. As of January 2013, she became a full-time writer.
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Title: Bad Idea
Series: Bad Idea Series #1
Author: Nicole French
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 8, 2017
From the second she saw him, Layla Barros knew Nico Soltero was all wrong. Wrong age. Wrong education. Wrong job. Wrong everything. She had a hard enough time convincing her parents that New York really is the right place for their nineteen-year-old daughter without telling them she's got a thing for the FedEx guy at her new part-time job. Too bad the second she saw him, Layla Barros no longer cared about right and wrong.
Raised with three siblings in Hell's Kitchen by a single-mom, half Puerto-Rican, half Italian Nico Soltero is a quintessential New York mutt who's always had to shoulder the burdens of his family. Burdens which have cost him almost all of his dreams, like going to college or becoming an FDNY firefighter. Now, at twenty-six, he's finally getting the chance to leave the place that's always felt more like a dead weight than the center of the universe. Too bad the city of his birth has one last hard knock to deal: the girl of his dreams, sitting right in the middle of his delivery route, three months before his plane is supposed to take off.
As Layla and Nico find out, love isn't always convenient, and it never happens how they planned. The choices that Nico and Layla make now will affect their lives forever. Will they make them together or apart?
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Would it be weird if I just kissed her? Yeah, it would be weird. But all of sudden, that's all I can think about doing after this shitty, shitty day.
She gives me a little scowl as she wipes water off her chin, but I can tell she's glad I'm here. She knows it, and I know it. The excitement is written all over both our faces.
âLook what you made me do,â she says in a tone that's more teasing than mad. âA menace, thatâs what you are.â
âAw, Iâm sorry, sweetie. You need some help?â
I don't even wait for her to say yes. I just want to be near her, that's all. Nothing inappropriate. Nothing "improper." Today, I just need to be next to this girl who fucking lights up whenever she see me.
So I drop the dolly and walk around the desk so I'm squatting next to her. I grab another napkin off the desktop, and she stares, mouth slightly open, as I dab at the water drops on her collarbone. There's barely anything, really.
And what a total sham. Nothing improper? This is the definition of improper. But I can't stop dabbing, can't stop pressing the napkin over her dewy skin, wishing to God that it was my fingers or my mouth instead.
The donut-shaped desk encircles us, forces us close together, and now that I'm near enough to smell her, I realize this was a really bad idea. She smells like coconuts and flowers, some exotic mix that goes straight to my head and other parts lower down.
I'm not much for fancy shit. I shower at night after I've been out all day, and I slap on whatever deodorant I bought on sale last time I was at the drugstore. All of a sudden, I glance down, conscious of the way Layla's nipples have hardened through her thin black sweater, conscious of the way my pants are suddenly very tight. She inhales sharply, and I'm extremely aware of the fact that I have been heaving boxes around this city all damn day.
Fuck, I think. She must think I absolutely reek.
Quickly, I stand up and shuffle to the other side of the desk to start unloading and scanning packages. This day. This god damn day. If I just ruined my chances with this girl, I'm going to break my own arm off.
And that's when I realize I actually want a chance with NYU. Layla. I want to go on a date with her. I want to take her out to dinner and hold her hand while we walk around the city. I want to know what kinds of sounds she makes when I kiss her, or maybe even when I do other things to her too.
Fuck. The timing seriously could not be worse. No. I can't do this right now.
âSo, Nico,â she says, pulling me out of my hurricane of doubt. âGot big plans this weekend?â
She's hopeful, all big blue eyes as she leans over on the desk. I exhale. No, I really can't do this with her. So even though I'm dying to make her laugh again, I just shrug and set one of the packages down with a thump.
âNot really," I say. "Working at AJâs, you know. Take it easy on Sunday, maybe go see some art or something.â
âYou like art? Really?â
I look up, no longer needing to pretend I'm annoyed with her. These rich girlsââall the goddamn same. They only see the uniform, the scuffed shoes, the brown skin. They see me and think the only thing I'm good for is watching sports and drinking beer. Don't get me wrong, I like sports and I like beer. But can't I have other interests too?
âI could like art,â I say casually as I scan another package. âWhy does that surprise you? You think the FedEx means Philistine?â
Her rosebud mouth drops open, and I can't quite hide my smirk. That's right, baby. I can use big words too.
Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature, Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and complete and total bookworm. When not writing or teaching about writing, she is hanging out with her family, playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things as much as she should.
Bad is an All-New Dark Mafia Romance from LP Lovell and Stevie J. Cole
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True power is never held by good men, only the most perfect of villains. And she and I are both villains...
I stole her, and she's so very angry. The cartel princess doesn't like being a pretty little pawn. She fights me when she should fear me. But oh, how her defiance excites me.
She would kill me if she could, and I'd ruin her if I had an ounce less control. What a twisted game we play with sweet threats and cruel promises. I crave her madness in the most depraved ways because I know she'll be so beautiful when she bleeds.
A queen who could set the world on fire and a king who would call it rain. Two very bad people who want very bad things are never safe together.
Some love stories have no heroes.
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Stevie J. Cole likes to write realistic stories with raw, gritty characters you should hate but can't help but to love.
She's obsessed with rock music, loves sloths, and has an unnatural obsession with British accents.
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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
She's a self confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
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Release Date: November 28, 2017
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Dark Romance | Second Chance Romance
Only the good die young. But Iâve never been good.
Iâve lived a life most people only dream about. Famous men, expensive booze, and the finest drugs money could buy. But every vice has its price, and living a life of excess has finally dragged me down, forcing me back to the one place I swore Iâd never return.
We met in high school, but we were far from sweethearts. I ruined his life and then walked away. Losing everything is bad enough, but crawling back to people who wish you were dead is a nightmare.
Some say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Not always. You either forgive and forget, or fracture and finish.
Seven years ago, Shiloh West was my world. I gave up my future for her. Then, I spent every waking moment hating her for it. Iâve followed her train wreck of a career in the tabloids since she drove out of town with her nose in the air. The woman is toxic.
The fact that a judge has court ordered her back to town means nothing to meâexcept maybe the payback Iâve waited a lifetime to collect. Iâm going to build her up and tear her down.
A better man would walk away. I'm not a better man. She thinks she has the upper hand.
Think again, Starshine.
Beauty is only skin deep, but revenge goes straight to the bone.
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Cora Kenborn writes twisted romance novels about bad boys and damsels NOT in distress while shocking readers with unpredictable plot twists.
A true Southern girl from Eastern North Carolina, Cora grew up on sweet tea and front porches, and knows the real meaning of âbless your heart.â Sheâs the mother of three hyperactive and occasionally adorable children and the wife to a husband who sheâs conned into believing Hot Pockets are a perfectly acceptable family dinner.
Cora can usually be found taking notes during true crime shows, effectively freaking out everyone in the room. She proudly admits to being a domestic rebel and plans to pen future self-help books including: âMicrowave Dinners For Dummies,â âAllergic To Laundry and Other Common Household Dangers,â and âWhen Hot Glue Guns Attack: A Motherâs Nightmare.â
Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies.
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BY L A COTTON
Chastity Falls is almost three, and to celebrate the series has been given a brand-new look!
What’s more, in January 2018 we'll be taking one last trip to Chastity Falls.
That's right. The brooding silent mystery Dennis Hayes is finally getting his own book. Read on for more details...
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Book #1 Loyalty and Lies
Book #2 Salvation and Secrets
Book #3 Tribulation and Truths
Book #4 Redemption and Regrets (can be read as a standalone)
Book #4.5 Penance and Promises
Book #3.5 Affliction (can be read as a standalone)
Book #5 Absolution (can be read as a standalone)
Earlier this year, Affliction ( Dennis and Cassie's novella set during the timeline of Ana and Jackson's story) was published as part of a charity anthology. Well now it's live on all platforms and can be read as a standalone or after Tribulation and Truths.
Dennis Hayes knows all too well that his life is no place for a relationship. He’s at Chastity Falls Academy to play football and do his job. Not meet girls or have fun. But some rules are meant to broken, and the second his lips touch hers, Dennis knows he’s going to break his most sacred one: never let your heart rule.
Cassie Malson watched her friend’s life fall apart at the hands of The Fallen—Chastity Falls Academy’s football team. She never expected to end up in the same position. The lies. The sneaking around. Telling herself it’ll all work out in the end. Because deep down, Cassie knows if she isn’t careful, he’ll bury himself so far in her heart she might never recover.
They’re from different worlds.
They want different things.
It can never work.
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Author of mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.
Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.
Thirty Day Boyfriendby Whitney G. Publication Date: November 2, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs Photographer: Wander Aguiar of Wander Book Club Photography
About Whitney G.Whitney G. is a twenty-eight-year-old optimist who is obsessed with travel, tea, and great coffee. She’s also a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of several contemporary novels, and the cofounder of The Indie Tea–an inspirational blog for indie romance authors. When she’s not chatting with readers on her Facebook Page, you can find her on her website at http://www.whitneygbooks.com or on instagram: @whitneyg.author. (If she’s not in either of those places, she’s probably locked away working on another crazy story.) Don’t forget to sign up for Whitney’s monthly newsletter here: http://bit.ly/1p9fEYF
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