Monday, November 25, 2013

Trust Me? Love Me?



Trust Me? The Trust Me? Trilogy by K E Osborn is now available for purchase for .99cents until November 30th 2013 at Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble and Kobo.
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Love Me? The Trust Me? Trilogy by K E Osborn is now available for purchase for $3.99 at Amazon and Smashwords.
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Please note: these books are for mature audiences 18+. They contains explicit language and sexual content.


Wake Up Call


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My heart stopped and suddenly it was hard to breathe. His voice always had that effect on me. It was like poison slowly running through my veins killing me bit by bit. Like a drug that I couldn't get enough of even though I was almost down to my last breath. 
Jace took a step forward and grabbed my hand. He slowly trailed his fingers over my face and backed me into the wall. My heart stopped again if that was even possible. "You can't leave," he whispered. "I need you." His warm breath kissed my lips as he bit his bottom lip and placed both of his hands around my face. They were warm and soft to the touch. Too big for my fragile face, although I wanted to bury myself in them. "Breathe. There is no one here but the two of us. Breathe," he whispered. 

Avery Hale had spent her whole childhood abused by her drunken, hopped-up parents. Broken from a lifetime of hate and pain she grew up realizing that trust and love just didn't exist. Not in her world at least. 
After turning the age of eighteen, she packed up and moved far away determined to escape her hurtful past and start a new life. Once on her own she comes to the conclusion that the emptiness still exist. Doing what she had to to survive she found herself mixed up in exotic dancing and meaningless sexual relationships unable to feel anything, for anyone. She was sure that her life was worthless and there was nothing left for her. Or, she thought. 
After meeting a beautiful stranger, jace, her life suddenly is turned upside down. Everything that she truly believed suddenly gets questioned and then she is left to figure out if there is really more to her than she could ever have imagined. Jace, having some secrets of his own puts the pain of his own past behind to do what he can to help Avery. Can the love of another broken person be enough to help Avery, or is she already too far gone? 
Avery's life is pulled in many directions as she tries to find herself, and not everyone and thing is what they seem to be in this story of love, trust and opening up. Finding herself and learning to love herself might just be the hardest thing she's ever had to do.




About the Author: Victoria Ashley

Victoria Ashley is an author from Rockford, IL. She wrote her first novel in 2011 after finding an app on her phone that allowed writers to upload their own work. After finding her passion in writing she then moved on to publish her first novel Wake Up Call, which has been viewed over thirteen million times on that website and plans to continue working hard to publish more in the near future. You can find her Facebook Author page here. 

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Review:

Wake Up Call is one of those books that gives you an inside look at the reality of how someones life can be when one of their parents drinks. For Avery this is her story and how she tries to overcome what her past is in order to move on to her future. When she leaves home and becomes a stripper she never imagines the kindness she receives from Jace. Jace isn't your typical person he has a past as well and only wants to help Avery. Of course we all know how that can go when two beautiful people are around each other every day. Sparks fly and chemistry roars!!!! Follow Avery in her journey in learning to trust not only Jace but others as well and to see not everyone is a bad person. But remember that with a past like her's something is always bound to happen and when her friend Caleb is there to try and be with her things definitely change. This was a really good book I was not able to put it down nor did I want to. You will love.



Going the Distance





Title: Going the Distance
Release Date: TBD
Author:  Christa Cervone


Synopsis:

A murderer’s child…A foster child…A troubled teen…Gabriel ‘The Saint’ Vega has never had an easy life. Being shuffled from one foster home to another after his father murdered his mother, he found himself in and out of trouble with the law. Never giving a damn about himself, let alone anyone else, his life was spiraling out of control; fast. Until one man and one sport changed everything. 

Frankie Carbone taught Saint how to handle his anger and rejection; by fighting it out in the ring. On his way to stardom, Saint finds himself pushed into the spotlight and into the arms of more women than he can ever imagine; he’s completely content with one night stands and random sex. 

Then Salem Harris comes walking into his life and changes his game plan. Saint finds himself wanting Salem in all the ways that scare him. She is off limits; taken. But that doesn’t stop Saint from going after what he wants, and he wants her. 

Frankie showed Saint a new way of life with Boxing, but will Salem give him the one thing he's never known – love? Will Saint find himself fighting for the one thing he thinks he doesn't deserve or will Salem end up breaking his heart? Gabriel ‘The Saint’ Vega has had to fight for every good thing he's gotten in his life. Can he go the distance?

Author Bio:

I was born and raised in Western Massachusetts and I'm a married mother of three who married her high school sweetheart, Frank.  I don't really have too many hobbies. I like to watch my kids play sports. I do photography on the side (weddings, families, babies etc). I'm Minion & Adam Levine obsessed. I enjoy listening to all different types of music, Maroon 5 & P!nk being some of my favorites.
Achievements -- I was on the Top 20 Erotica as well in being on the Movers and Shakers List on Amazon with "Broken."
I'm currently working on her second novel titled "Going the Distance" which will be released Fall 2013 as well as a third novel titled "Saved."

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Teaser/Excerpt:  Attached




Prologue
           
            “In the case of the Commonwealth vs. Josue Vega.  How do you plead?”
            “Not guilty,” I hear our father say in his thick Spanish accent.
The cameras begin to flash and I hear reporters talking into their microphones, although I can’t understand what they are saying. 
“Order in the court,” the judge speaks loudly as his gavel hits the desk; making my little brother, Jason, jump. 
“It’s ok, Jase, we’re safe now,” I say, trying to comfort him.  The two of us sit quietly in the second row of the hot, crowded courtroom as we watch our father plead ‘Not guilty’ to the murder of our mother.  I’m just as scared as he is but I don’t want him to know that.  I’m his older brother and he looks up to me, so I am trying to be brave.    
            “Your Honor, my client asks to be released on bail.  He has two little boys he needs to care for while the trial is ongoing,” says the tall man who is standing next to our father. 
I eyeball our father and notice how disheveled he looks.  His hair is a mess and his clothes are the same ones he’d been wearing two nights ago.  Jase and I were awoken this morning by a loud banging on our door.  It was the police and they were looking for our father, but we hadn’t seen him in almost two days. 
The last time I’d seen our father was the night he and our mother had gotten into an argument.  They were yelling so loudly that they actually woke me from a sound sleep.  I could hear our mother screaming, “How could you? He’s just a little boy…” and that was the last time I heard our mother’s voice. 
            “Your Honor, the Defendant is being charged with murder.  I insist he be remanded to the county jail for the duration of his trial,” a voice says loudly from the other side of the courtroom.
            The judge looks over at us and I can see the pity in his eyes. 
“Mr. Vega, I have to agree with the District Attorney,” the judge’s voice is stern.  “You’re standing trial for the murder of your wife.  Bail is denied, and you’re to return to the county jail for the remainder of your trial.  Bailiff, please remove the Defendant and have him taken into custody.”
            I hear chatter erupt from the back of the courtroom.  I turn around and see the reporters talking and the cameras flashing again.  Spinning back around, I see a man in what looks like a police uniform handcuffing my father, then leading him out of the courtroom.  Jase covers his face with his hands and begins to cry, “Why are they taking Papi?” 
            “It’s okay, Jase,” I whisper.  “We have each other.  Remember, we’re Blood Brothers.”  Jase wipes his tears away with his hand and forces a smile. 
            “Blood Brothers” was something I’d come up with when we were out playing on the playground.  It was one of the few times our father had actually offered to take us somewhere.  We’d been cooped up in our small, dingy apartment all winter long, and it was finally a pleasant Spring day.  Jase and I were running around playing tag.  Our father had told us several times to stop running, but lo and behold, right after his final warning Jase fell and skinned both of his knees.  Our father glared at us, just waiting to hear Jase cry.  I knew what was coming next, he’d ‘give him something to cry about.’  That had been one of our father’s favorite lines; especially to Jase, who was extremely sensitive and cried over almost everything.    
            “Come on Jase, don’t cry,” I whispered to him, as I looked anxiously over my shoulder at our father.  Jase’s body began to shake as he tried to hold his tears back and the blood from both his knees began to run down his shins.  I glanced back at our father, who was now standing up, and I knew I had to act fast.
            I reached into my back pocket and pulled out an old pocket knife that I had found lying on the sidewalk one day after school.  I’d been keeping it a secret from Jase because I knew he’d want to play with it and would end up hurting himself. 
“Hey Jase, look what I found a few days ago,” I said, showing him the knife. 
            His eyes grew wide, “Woah, where did you get that?”  He said in awe.
            “I found it a couple of days ago.”
            “What are you two doing over there?” Our father said loudly, making Jase jump.
            “Nothing Papi.  I’m just tying Jase’s shoes,” I answered back.
            “Hurry up!  I’m ready to leave,” he snapped in response.
            Opening up the blade as fast as I could, I took the tip and pressed it down onto the pad of my thumb. 
            “Gabriel,” Jase gasped.  “What are you doing?”
            “I wanna show you that you don’t have to cry every time you bleed,” I explained as blood began to pool up on my thumb.  “See, I’m bleeding and I’m not crying.”
            “It’s like we’re Blood Brothers,” Jase smiled at me as he blinked back his tears.
            “Yes.  Exactly, Jase, we’re Blood Brothers,” I smiled back at him.
             I look over at Jase now and notice that he’s trying his hardest to hold back his tears.  The two of us sit quietly as we watch our father being taken away.  I finally feel safe.  He and our mother are out of our lives forever; they can’t hurt us anymore.  I’ve actually dreamed of this day; Jase and me, living with parents who actually love us.  I saw it in a movie once; a little girl who didn’t have any parents was living in an orphanage and some rich guy adopted her.  They lived happily ever after and I’m hoping that’s what’s going to happen to us.  
            “Gabriel?  Jason?”  I hear a kind voice say.  “I’m Debbie and this is Dave, we’re going to take you to where you’re going to be staying.”
            They’re dressed up in fancy suits and I wonder if they’re going to be our new parents.  I can’t help but smile at the thought.  They look so nice; they can give us a happy life.  I know they can. 
            “Jase, shhhhh…stop crying,” I nudge him.  “Look, I think this is our new Mom and Dad,” I whisper.
            The last thing I want is for them to think Jase is a crybaby. He is, but I don’t want them changing their minds about us.
            “Come on boys, we’re going to get you situated in your new homes,” Dave says.
            I look up at him, confused, “Homes?”
            “Yes, you and Jason are being placed in foster homes,” Debbie replies.
            “You’re not our new Mom and Dad?”  Jase asks sadly, through his tears.
            “Oh no, Jason,” Debbie says sincerely as she crouches down in front of Jase.  “We work for the Department of Social Services and we’ve been sent to bring you to your new homes.”  
Debbie’s words make Jase cry even harder and I feel so sorry for him. In his five years of life, he’s never known a parent’s love.  Sometimes at night, when we can’t fall asleep, I tell him about movies I’ve seen on television; how the families are so happy.  The mom makes the family dinner, and the dad comes home from work and plays baseball with the kids.  Jase always gets excited as I tell him about the movies.  I promised him that someday it will be like that for us; that one day Mami’s medicine will eventually make her better.  I didn’t mean it to be a lie. 
When Mami was sick, she either slept all day or she was throwing up in the bathroom.  Every morning, I heard her making a phone call for more medicine.  About twenty minutes after she got off the phone, there was a knock at the door.  It was usually a man dressed in dark, baggy clothes that brought her medicine.  After that, she disappeared into the bathroom.  Sometimes she came right out, while other times, she stayed in there for close to an hour.
            Most mornings, it was me who got us ready for school. Some days, if we were lucky, there was actually food in the house; but only if Mami had felt well enough to go grocery shopping.  Other days, we went to school hungry.  Mrs. Gibbons, my teacher, occasionally brought fruit in for us.  She slipped it to us in the hallway and always reminded us not to tell anyone. 
Mrs. Gibbons was the nicest teacher in the school. She always asked about Jase and me and she made sure we ate lunch every day.  Sometimes during class, I’d daydream that Mrs. Gibbons was our mom.  But then the dismissal bell would ring, snapping me back into reality.  I always hated the end of the day; that meant that school was over and it was time for us to go home.
Jase and I would take our time walking home from school because we never knew what we were walking into when we got there.  Was our father going to be there?  If he was home, what kind of mood would he be in?  Would he and Mami be fighting?  More often than not, they’d be fighting.  Papi would be yelling at Mami because the house was a mess and dinner was not made; it was always for the same reason.  “I work all fuckin’ day, the least you can do is clean this fuckin’ pigsty and make dinner,” he’d yell, raising his hand to her. 
Depending on his mood after hitting our mother, sometimes he’d take his anger out on us next.  The two of us would huddle in our room, trying to keep quiet, but he’d burst through the door yelling, “And you two!  All you two ever do around here is make messes and eat!  It’s about time you start helping out.” 
Some nights we were lucky and he’d just leave after he yelled at us; while others, he’d physically pick us up, drag us into the living room, and make us start cleaning.  “And get me a fuckin’ beer too, you little piece of shit!”  He’d yell at me.  “I don’t know why your mother even wanted you in the first place. You’re nothing but a waste of space and money.”
            I’d encourage Jase to clean as quickly as he could so that we could go back into our room and wait for our father to pass out on the couch.  This had become an almost daily occurrence for us. 
            “Gabriel and Jason, it’s time to go,” a voice says, snapping me out of my memory.  “Gabriel, you’ll be coming with me and Jason will be going with Dave.”
            “What do you mean I’m going with you and Jase is going with Dave?” My voice begins to tremble. Once I realize what’s happening, I begin to scream at the top of my lungs, “You’re not taking my brother from me.  I’m all he has!” 
            Debbie tries to soothe and calm me down, but this only makes matters worse.  I begin kicking and punching her as I yell in Spanish, “No me puedes quitar a mi hermano, puta estúpida!” 
                Before I know it, I’m taken away kicking and screaming.  Dave grabs a hold of my feet while another man has my torso.  Jase is crying hysterically and there is nothing I can do.  I watch Debbie escort him out of the courtroom and realize that everything that I’ve ever known is gone.






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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A murderer’s child…A foster child…A troubled teen…Gabriel ‘The Saint’ Vega has never had an easy life. Being shuffled from one foster home to another after his father murdered his mother, he found himself in and out of trouble with the law. Never giving a damn about himself, let alone anyone else, his life was spiraling out of control; fast. Until one man and one sport changed everything. </span>

<span style="font-size: large;">Frankie Carbone taught Saint how to handle his anger and rejection; by fighting it out in the ring. On his way to stardom, Saint finds himself pushed into the spotlight and into the arms of more women than he can ever imagine; he’s completely content with one night stands and random sex. </span>

<span style="font-size: large;">Then Salem Harris comes walking into his life and changes his game plan. Saint finds himself wanting Salem in all the ways that scare him. She is off limits; taken. But that doesn’t stop Saint from going after what he wants, and he wants her. </span>

<span style="font-size: large;">Frankie showed Saint a new way of life with Boxing, but will Salem give him the one thing he's never known – love? Will Saint find himself fighting for the one thing he thinks he doesn't deserve or will Salem end up breaking his heart? Gabriel ‘The Saint’ Vega has had to fight for every good thing he's gotten in his life. Can he go the distance?</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #ffff00;">Meet Christa</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I was born and raised in Western Massachusetts and I'm a married mother of three who married her high school sweetheart, Frank.  I don't really have too many hobbies. I like to watch my kids play sports. I do photography on the side (weddings, families, babies etc). I'm Minion &amp; Adam Levine obsessed. I enjoy listening to all different types of music, Maroon 5 &amp; P!nk being some of my favorites.</i></span>

<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Achievements -- I was on the Top 20 Erotica as well in being on the Movers and Shakers List on Amazon with "Broken."</i></span>

<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I'm currently working on her second novel titled "Going the Distance" which will be released Fall 2013 as well as a third novel titled "Saved."</i></span>

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<span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #ffff00;">Teaser - Prologue</span>

<span style="font-size: large;">“In the case of the Commonwealth vs. Josue Vega.  How do you plead?”</span>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Not guilty,” I hear our father say in his thick Spanish accent.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The cameras begin to flash and I hear reporters talking into their microphones, although I can’t understand what they are saying. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Order in the court,” the judge speaks loudly as his gavel hits the desk; making my little brother, Jason, jump. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s ok, Jase, we’re safe now,” I say, trying to comfort him.  The two of us sit quietly in the second row of the hot, crowded courtroom as we watch our father plead ‘Not guilty’ to the murder of our mother.  I’m just as scared as he is but I don’t want him to know that.  I’m his older brother and he looks up to me, so I am trying to be brave.    </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “Your Honor, my client asks to be released on bail.  He has two little boys he needs to care for while the trial is ongoing,” says the tall man who is standing next to our father. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I eyeball our father and notice how disheveled he looks.  His hair is a mess and his clothes are the same ones he’d been wearing two nights ago.  Jase and I were awoken this morning by a loud banging on our door.  It was the police and they were looking for our father, but we hadn’t seen him in almost two days. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The last time I’d seen our father was the night he and our mother had gotten into an argument.  They were yelling so loudly that they actually woke me from a sound sleep.  I could hear our mother screaming, “How could you? He’s just a little boy…” and that was the last time I heard our mother’s voice. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “Your Honor, the Defendant is being charged with murder.  I insist he be remanded to the county jail for the duration of his trial,” a voice says loudly from the other side of the courtroom.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            The judge looks over at us and I can see the pity in his eyes. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Mr. Vega, I have to agree with the District Attorney,” the judge’s voice is stern.  “You’re standing trial for the murder of your wife.  Bail is denied, and you’re to return to the county jail for the remainder of your trial.  Bailiff, please remove the Defendant and have him taken into custody.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            I hear chatter erupt from the back of the courtroom.  I turn around and see the reporters talking and the cameras flashing again.  Spinning back around, I see a man in what looks like a police uniform handcuffing my father, then leading him out of the courtroom.  Jase covers his face with his hands and begins to cry, “Why are they taking Papi?” </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “It’s okay, Jase,” I whisper.  “We have each other.  Remember, we’re Blood Brothers.”  Jase wipes his tears away with his hand and forces a smile. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            <i>“Blood Brothers” was something I’d come up with when we were out playing on the playground.  It was one of the few times our father had actually offered to take us somewhere.  We’d been cooped up in our small, dingy apartment all winter long, and it was finally a pleasant Spring day.  Jase and I were running around playing tag.  Our father had told us several times to stop running, but lo and behold, right after his final warning Jase fell and skinned both of his knees.  Our father glared at us, just waiting to hear Jase cry.  I knew what was coming next, he’d ‘give him something to cry about.’  That had been one of our father’s favorite lines; especially to Jase, who was extremely sensitive and cried over almost everything.     </i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “Come on Jase, don’t cry,” I whispered to him, as I looked anxiously over my shoulder at our father.  Jase’s body began to shake as he tried to hold his tears back and the blood from both his knees began to run down his shins.  I glanced back at our father, who was now standing up, and I knew I had to act fast.</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            I reached into my back pocket and pulled out an old pocket knife that I had found lying on the sidewalk one day after school.  I’d been keeping it a secret from Jase because I knew he’d want to play with it and would end up hurting himself.  </i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>“Hey Jase, look what I found a few days ago,” I said, showing him the knife.  </i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            His eyes grew wide, “Woah, where did you get that?”  He said in awe.</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “I found it a couple of days ago.”</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “What are you two doing over there?” Our father said loudly, making Jase jump.</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “Nothing Papi.  I’m just tying Jase’s shoes,” I answered back.</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “Hurry up!  I’m ready to leave,” he snapped in response.</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            Opening up the blade as fast as I could, I took the tip and pressed it down onto the pad of my thumb.  </i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “Gabriel,” Jase gasped.  “What are you doing?”</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “I wanna show you that you don’t have to cry every time you bleed,” I explained as blood began to pool up on my thumb.  “See, I’m bleeding and I’m not crying.”</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “It’s like we’re Blood Brothers,” Jase smiled at me as he blinked back his tears.</i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>            “Yes.  Exactly, Jase, we’re Blood Brothers,” I smiled back at him. </i></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">             I look over at Jase now and notice that he’s trying his hardest to hold back his tears.  The two of us sit quietly as we watch our father being taken away.  I finally feel safe.  He and our mother are out of our lives forever; they can’t hurt us anymore.  I’ve actually dreamed of this day; Jase and me, living with parents who actually love us.  I saw it in a movie once; a little girl who didn’t have any parents was living in an orphanage and some rich guy adopted her.  They lived happily ever after and I’m hoping that’s what’s going to happen to us.  </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “Gabriel?  Jason?”  I hear a kind voice say.  “I’m Debbie and this is Dave, we’re going to take you to where you’re going to be staying.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            They’re dressed up in fancy suits and I wonder if they’re going to be our new parents.  I can’t help but smile at the thought.  They look so nice; they can give us a happy life.  I know they can. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “Jase, shhhhh…stop crying,” I nudge him.  “Look, I think this is our new Mom and Dad,” I whisper.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            The last thing I want is for them to think Jase is a crybaby. He is, but I don’t want them changing their minds about us.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “Come on boys, we’re going to get you situated in your new homes,” Dave says.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            I look up at him, confused, “Homes?”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “Yes, you and Jason are being placed in foster homes,” Debbie replies.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “You’re not our new Mom and Dad?”  Jase asks sadly, through his tears.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “Oh no, Jason,” Debbie says sincerely as she crouches down in front of Jase.  “We work for the Department of Social Services and we’ve been sent to bring you to your new homes.”  </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Debbie’s words make Jase cry even harder and I feel so sorry for him. In his five years of life, he’s never known a parent’s love.  Sometimes at night, when we can’t fall asleep, I tell him about movies I’ve seen on television; how the families are so happy.  The mom makes the family dinner, and the dad comes home from work and plays baseball with the kids.  Jase always gets excited as I tell him about the movies.  I promised him that someday it will be like that for us; that one day Mami’s medicine will eventually make her better.  I didn’t mean it to be a lie. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">When Mami was sick, she either slept all day or she was throwing up in the bathroom.  Every morning, I heard her making a phone call for more medicine.  About twenty minutes after she got off the phone, there was a knock at the door.  It was usually a man dressed in dark, baggy clothes that brought her medicine.  After that, she disappeared into the bathroom.  Sometimes she came right out, while other times, she stayed in there for close to an hour.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            Most mornings, it was me who got us ready for school. Some days, if we were lucky, there was actually food in the house; but only if Mami had felt well enough to go grocery shopping.  Other days, we went to school hungry.  Mrs. Gibbons, my teacher, occasionally brought fruit in for us.  She slipped it to us in the hallway and always reminded us not to tell anyone. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mrs. Gibbons was the nicest teacher in the school. She always asked about Jase and me and she made sure we ate lunch every day.  Sometimes during class, I’d daydream that Mrs. Gibbons was our mom.  But then the dismissal bell would ring, snapping me back into reality.  I always hated the end of the day; that meant that school was over and it was time for us to go home.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jase and I would take our time walking home from school because we never knew what we were walking into when we got there.  Was our father going to be there?  If he was home, what kind of mood would he be in?  Would he and Mami be fighting?  More often than not, they’d be fighting.  Papi would be yelling at Mami because the house was a mess and dinner was not made; it was always for the same reason.  “I work all fuckin’ day, the least you can do is clean this fuckin’ pigsty and make dinner,” he’d yell, raising his hand to her. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Depending on his mood after hitting our mother, sometimes he’d take his anger out on us next.  The two of us would huddle in our room, trying to keep quiet, but he’d burst through the door yelling, “And you two!  All you two ever do around here is make messes and eat!  It’s about time you start helping out.” </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some nights we were lucky and he’d just leave after he yelled at us; while others, he’d physically pick us up, drag us into the living room, and make us start cleaning.  “And get me a fuckin’ beer too, you little piece of shit!”  He’d yell at me.  “I don’t know why your mother even wanted you in the first place. You’re nothing but a waste of space and money.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            I’d encourage Jase to clean as quickly as he could so that we could go back into our room and wait for our father to pass out on the couch.  This had become an almost daily occurrence for us. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “Gabriel and Jason, it’s time to go,” a voice says, snapping me out of my memory.  “Gabriel, you’ll be coming with me and Jason will be going with Dave.”</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            “What do you mean I’m going with you and Jase is going with Dave?” My voice begins to tremble. Once I realize what’s happening, I begin to scream at the top of my lungs, “You’re not taking my brother from me.  I’m all he has!” </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">            Debbie tries to soothe and calm me down, but this only makes matters worse.  I begin kicking and punching her as I yell in Spanish, “No me puedes quitar a mi hermano, puta estúpida!” </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">                Before I know it, I’m taken away kicking and screaming.  Dave grabs a hold of my feet while another man has my torso.  Jase is crying hysterically and there is nothing I can do.  I watch Debbie escort him out of the courtroom and realize that everything that I’ve ever known is gone.</span></p>
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Sunday, November 24, 2013

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Letting Go




Synopsis
When your past threatens to destroy your future; how long will you hang on before Letting Go?
Cassidy Charles is picking up the pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy.  The last thing she's looking for is love.  James bursting back into her life is the last thing she expected, but possibly everything she needs.  She can’t deny the attraction, but can she get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s lost so much?  He opens up a whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed about and that she easily falls into.  As a result, her relationship with him reveals secrets from her past she thought were long forgotten.
James Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped thinking about her since that fateful night all those months ago.  He has her back in his life, but for how long?  Forever if he has anything to say about it.  As more and more secrets from her past are revealed, his own demons and tragedies loom overhead threatening to destroy everything he's built and done for her.  He wants her in his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling down, again.     
Will they discover that the love they have is strong enough to survive everything and everyone trying to tear them apart before it’s too late?
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Teaser #1
“Cassidy, I’d like to take you to dinner.”  I choke on my cappuccino and start coughing uncontrollably.  He stands up and comes back with a bottle of water.  He hands me the water as I’m getting my bearings back.  “Is it that shocking that I’d ask you to dinner?”
I’m a little dumbstruck.  “Um, well, I just, I…”
He sits down next to me, places the bottle of water he just gave me on the table and takes my hands in his.  “Cassidy, I know you felt it all those months ago.  I felt it too and I still do.  A day hasn’t passed that you haven’t crossed my mind.  There’s something here,” he motions between our bodies. 
I’m looking at our hands and it’s there; the electricity.  I look up at him and a shudder has me rolling my shoulders, my heart starts racing and I clench my thighs together trying to subdue the throb between them.  Before I can say a word he’s leaning in and tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear.  He cups my face and gently touches my lips with his own.
How many times have I fantasized about this very moment?  A million, at least.  I accept his kiss knowing that if Cecily finds out I’ll probably get canned.  Both of his hands are on my face now.  His lips are gentle and feel better than I ever dreamed.  I mold my lips to his and inhale his sweet breath.  His tongue gently runs across my upper lip.  I slide closer to him and place my hands on his lapels.  Our tongues begin a torrid dance that has my entire body standing at attention.  It’s a kiss I’ll never forget and one I never want to end. 
I work my hands up his neck and to the tie holding his hair and can’t resist removing it.  I’ve been dying to run my hands through his hair since that first night I saw him.  He encourages me with a groan and starts kissing my jaw and works his way back to my ear. 
“James…we should stop,” but my actions betray my words as I drag his mouth back to mine.
“Shut up, Cassidy.” 
Before I know it he pulls me into his lap.  I’m not sure how he managed it.  His hand is on my hip and I can feel his erection straining against my thigh.  I feel my own hair fall from its tie, and he’s tugging on it gently.  It feels wonderful and I’m moaning into his mouth.  I’m barely aware of my phone ringing.  I slowly pull my face away from his.  “Shit.  I have to get that.”
“Cassidy, let it ring.”
“It could be Cecily,” I plead as I try to slide off his lap.  I echo his groan of disapproval.  I remain on his lap and strain to grab my phone.  I look at the number and I don’t recognize it.  I send it to voicemail.  “I don’t know the number.  If it’s important they’ll leave a message.” 
I toss the phone down on the couch beside us.  I feel his arms tighten around me.  I need to get closer to him so I reposition myself.  I straddle his lap as his mouth assaults mine.  I help him out of his jacket as he starts fumbling with the buttons on my blouse.  He rolls his hips and hits my core just right and my stomach drops.  I moan into his mouth and pull his shirt out of his pants.
“You like that,” he whispers in my mouth as he continues rolling and grinding his hips into me.  I’m clinging to him now and sucking his ear.  “You’re making me wild Cassidy.”
“Oh God, I’ve dreamed of this, of you for so long.”   
“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry.”  We’ve been caught in the act.
Red-handed.
I jump off his lap and he’s up almost as quick and is shielding me with his body.  I peek around his shoulder and see Lena and a security guard standing in the doorway.
Teaser #2
I’m slowly coming to and dawn hasn’t quite made its arrival yet.  Slowly everything from the night before comes back to me.  His arm is around me and he’s cradling me to his chest.  The warmth is almost insufferable.  I turn my head and he’s dead asleep.  I’m suddenly overcome with panic and decide I have to get out of here.  I creep out of the hold of his stellar body and get off the bed with ease.  I don’t want to risk waking him so I just grab my dress and shoes and make my way out of his room and down the stairs.  I find my purse on the kitchen island and head for the door. 
“Cassidy!” 
I nearly scream I’m so startled.  I rush to the door, open it and tip toe thru it for it to slam shut.  I run full force down the hall in nothing but his t-shirt with my arms full of my dress, shoes and purse.  I fumble with my key and finally get into my room.  My door closes and I swear I hear another, “Cassidy!” booming down the hall.
“Shit, shit, shit.”  Why am I running from him? 
I throw my dress and shoes to the floor and sink down the door.  My knees are pulled to my chest and I’m resting my head on them when I feel my door shake like a gorilla is pounding it.  Bang, bang, bang!  My entire body vibrates against the force of him hitting the door.
“Cassidy, I know you’re in there.  Please open up.”
I push myself up the door and sigh.  I don’t know what to say to him.  “Go away!”
“Cassidy Charles open this door.  You can’t run from me forever.”
“Yes I can!”  This is ridiculous.  We’re acting like twelve year olds. 
“Don’t make me call hotel security!  You let me in or I’ll let myself in.”
He wouldn’t dare, would he?  I decide to face him.  I open the door yelling at him, “You wouldn’t dare!”
He’s on me instantly.  I don’t even have a moment to take in his appearance.  His arms are around my back and he lifts me off the floor.  He sets me on the kitchen island. 
“Why did you leave?  You scared me.”  He’s holding my face in his hands.  “Cassidy, look at me.  You can’t deny the attraction between us.  It was there all those months ago and it’s still here.”
There is so much emotion surrounding my thoughts and feelings for him.  I was attracted to him like a fish to water the first time I saw him.  And then it all went to shit in one night.  I look in his eyes and they’re full of concern. 
“I’m scared of what I feel when I’m around you.  You scare the hell out of me.”  He looks stricken and drops his hands from my face.  “Not afraid of you, afraid of this,” I wave my hand between us.  “I’ve never been so drawn to someone.  And you left me that horrible night without a word.  I didn’t know what to think.  And then you were arrested and I couldn’t process it.” 
He pulls me to him and starts talking into my hair.  “Baby, I didn’t leave you that night.  I never wanted to leave you.  I came back with our coffee and I saw you with a cop.  He was holding you and I got the wrong impression.”
“Wait, what?!  Calvin, you thought I was with…”  I’m crying and laughing at the same time.  “Calvin is my brother.”  I push away from him just enough to look at him.
He’s wiping my tears and says, “I know, I found out a few days later when they were questioning me.”  He must feel me stiffen.  “Cassidy, the charges were dropped.  You know that right?”  I nod my answer and he embraces me again.  “I promise you I had nothing to do with what happened that night.”
“I spent months trying to hate you so I could get over you, but I couldn’t and I never even had you.”
“Baby, you had me, you have me still.  Last night was just confirmation Cassidy.”



Author Bio: JM Witt
I’m a stay-at-home mom with four young children and one extremely supportive husband.  We’ve been married for nine years and reside in Highland, Michigan.
I've dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.
When I'm not volunteering at the schools of my children, running to various appointments, enjoying time with my friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I'm writing!
I love music and believe that books and music can't exist without the other.  My goal is for you to read more than a good book, but for you to have an experience!

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Saturday, November 23, 2013

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Awakening Synopsis:

Mira’s broken and battered. She’s fighting to put herself back together while her heart is trying to forget. Can she continue moving forward with one man while in love with another?

Skylar’s wrestling demons he never imagined in his wildest dreams. The girl he’s been in love with for years finally has feelings for him. There’s only one problem: her heart might lie somewhere else. How long until his will power shatters?

Who will seize Mira’s heart and never let go? Will these feelings ever go away or will they be an AWAKENING?

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Talan wants to mark Maya—with more than his ink. The owner of a prominent tattoo shop, he’s used to being hit on by easy women. Though “easy” is not a word associated with Maya when she comes in to support her friend. Flirtation ensues, but what will it take to break the painted man.



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