Monday, February 29, 2016

***Cover Reveal!*** MOTH by Jennifer Foor

A brand new standalone from Jennifer Foor. 

MOTH will be all suspense and sexy.

 A guaranteed page turner, releasing on APRIL 25!

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After his stepbrother is found murdered following a drug deal gone wrong, DEA agent Timothy (MOTH) Douglas goes undercover to take down the people responsible.

Posing as a college student, he sets out to learn more about his estranged younger sibling, infiltrating his circle of friends to further help the investigation.

The moment he meets Windy Lewis he knows she holds the answers.

MOTH pretends to be interested in the mysterious woman, only to fall victim to his own desires. For the first time in his career his personal feelings take him down a road he may never come back from.

When MOTH gets in too deep he will have to make a choice.

Justice or Love

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A Maryland native who spends most of her time devising a plan to live off the land on some remote island, where no one will ever find her.

She is a married mother of two kids, who may or may not drive her completely bonkers. In her spare time she enjoys shooting pool, camping and spending time with friends and family.

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***Cover Reveal!*** TOO HOT TO HANDLE by Tessa Bailey

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When Rita Clarkson's Suburban takes its last breath on a New Mexico roadside, rescue roars up on a Harley in the form of smooth-talking honkey tonk owner, Jasper Ellis, a man as mysterious as he is charming. Rita's cross-country journey to New York City--with her three estranged siblings in tow--is only beginning, but now that Jasper has found Rita, his plans do not include her leaving. 

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About Tessa Bailey:
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Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.
Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eight years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

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Release Blitz ~ ONE HOUR GIRL by Leteisha Newton




Title: One Hour Girl
Series: Lost Souls #1
Author: LeTeisha Newton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: February 29, 2016



Blurb

He thinks I’m his forever girl, I saw it in his eyes. I wished I could have slapped the look off his face and hit him with the same jarring finality I’d learned I didn’t mean shit.

I’m not a forever sort of girl.

I’m not even his for the night.

He’ll be lucky if I’m his for the next hour if he doesn’t pay me for it.

And then Royce Mattherson stormed my defenses. Took all the poison inside of me and pushed it out through my pores. He tasted the taint on my skin and still decided to love me.

He terrifies me. Exhilarates me. Frustrates me.

And he always gets what he wants.

Always






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  Review by Juls

4 Stars!


"Love didn’t exist for girls like me. We were filthy and disgusting. We were broken and dysfunctional at best. But Royce kissed me like I was perfect. Like I was some dusty porcelain doll that just needed a little care to shine again."


One Hour Girl was a good story about overcoming your past and believing in your future. I really liked Royce, and I loved that no matter what, he was always on Celeste's side. Royce and Celeste were both broken, but together they became whole. The love they shared was one they never saw coming. One of my favorite parts was when Royce said...


"Tell me your fears, what makes you want to keep going. Give me your burdens and I’ll help you carry them.”


Royce really was the perfect guy. And I'm really happy that everything worked out in the end!









Excerpt

“You are my date for the night.” He said date like a curse and I arched my brow at him, irritated that I noticed his good looks when he seemed to be disgusted by the very thing I represented. This man probably never had to pay for sex in his life.

Well I wasn’t some newbie who’d let his actions hurt me. I wouldn’t.

“That’s what you paid for.” I shifted my chest so my breasts swayed a bit. His eyes left my face and his gaze followed the sway of my breasts for a moment before he looked back at me. So, not completely adverse to my charms.

“Your job is to stay silent, entice, and smile pretty. These men here are donating money toward my organization based on ‘paying for one of you for the night’” he said, fingers curling in quotation marks.

“I understand,” I said. This was business, and that I could do. Men with money did a lot of odd things with their money. I had more powerful men and women in my client list than I would have ever believed when I first started. This was no different, and the premise of the evening didn’t bother me.

It was the fact that the organizer seemed discomforted by his event. And his discomfort was extended to me.

And why it bothered me, I didn’t know. But it shouldn’t have. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, and stood taller. I let my arms fall to my sides before I stepped up to his side. He stiffened a moment before relaxing as I grasped his arm in my hands. The cool material of his suit rubbed against my nipple and I sucked in a breath, and took in his scent with it. I could taste it on the back of my throat.

He smelled of sandalwood and Jasmine, but in a light, lingering signature that I recognized. I’ve smelled Clive Christian on a lot of men, but I hadn’t smelled it like this. Ever. I leaned in, inhaling more of his scent. My date shifted against me, and molded his body to my front. I let go of his arm with one hand and gripped his lapel. He held his body, hard and hot, against me. My breasts tingled, crushed to his chest, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking another whiff. My nose touched his neck before I realized it. I caught his swift intake of breath, the bite of his finger in my upper arms as he gripped me, and pulled me a little closer.

“You do your job well,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was low, seductive, and authoritative.

“But I don’t pay for kicks.” I stopped breathing.

He couldn’t have done a better job if he’d tossed cold water over my head and laughed in my face. I plastered a smile on my face, feeling the burn of embarrassment on my cheeks. I leaned back from him and looked directly in his eyes. He wasn’t going to scare me. He wasn’t going to hurt me like so many others had.

“Sugar, you spend over two thousand dollars on cologne made to attract women, and then buy escorts to earn money for your organization. You pay for tricks already, you just would have been much happier had you paid for mine. Shall we?” I gestured toward the open door, and the party he’d paid me for. He hid his momentary surprise well, the expression melting into a cool mask so fast I would have missed it had I not been looking at him.

Take that. I may be a lot of things, but your object of ridicule I am not. He didn’t acknowledge my statement, but he turned towards the door and walked with me out of it. I kept my grip on his arm, holding my head high.

“Royce Mattherson,” he said then, and I frowned over at him. “My name,” he added. A smile played on his lips, the left side a bit higher than the right. That smile, that show of imperfection made my heart skip a beat. I forced myself to ignore it as I thought of my reply.

“Nice to meet you, Royce Mattherson. I’m your one hour girl.” I bowed my head to read the watch on his wrist. “Of which, you have forty-five minutes left.”

He chuckled, a soft rumbling sound that had my toes curling. “I hurt your feelings, I see. Grow up, little girl. This world will crush you if you let it. You won’t make it very far if you don’t understand that.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” I hissed at him through clenched teeth, maintaining my false smile as he walked me up the hallway to the main part of the party in a ballroom.

“You’ve got a chip on your shoulder a mile wide,” he responded.

“Now who has the hurt feelings? I think you’re more bothered than you want to let on that I didn’t offer my services,” I argued.

“You’re here; I’ve already got your services. I just don’t want what’s between your legs,” he added. I felt his eyes on me.

But I knew what he said was a lie. I could read it in him. I’d bothered him. Stepped on his peace offering, but I hadn’t known how to read him. And, yes, I’d been sort of hurt, sort of bothered that he hadn’t reacted to me the way I’d hoped.

And where did that leave me admitting that?

“Yes you do,” I said, stopping.

He stopped with me. I turned towards him and ran my hand down over his groin area. His cock jumped under my hand. The desire was there, despite his words.

“I know this better than anything, and you do want me.” I trailed my fingertips over his shape. The cloth separated us, but his heat pushed through the cloth as I measured his girth. My pulse quickened. Yes, this is what I knew, what I understood. He gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.

“You speak your mind, and I can respect that. But let me be perfectly clear, I have never, and will never pay for sex.”

“Is that your problem? And if we’d met in a bar? In a club late at night with the music thumping around us?” I asked.

“Then I’d have fucked you against the nearest surface until you couldn’t stand. And then I’d have walked away,” he answered. He stepped back from me and straightened his clothing before looking over at me with a question in his eyes.

I had no return for that. My body was hot with the idea, and the anonymity of the encounter would have been just what I liked, but something in me hesitated. Would I have liked to be a passerby in this man’s world? I didn’t know, and the lack of answer irritated me. I needed to get away from him, and the questions he brought, fast.

“I’m sure it would have been a fun time,” I answered, no longer interested in the banter. I gripped his arm once more and he walked into the party, his small crooked smile on his face again.

I hated that smile. It meant he won. That he’d bested me. I didn’t want him to win. I didn’t want to fall behind. And it irritated me that I care so much. And yet, as I listened to him talk about his organization, helping with domestic violence and using rescue dogs to help rebuild trust in those who’d learned only pain from their loved ones, there was no doubt he was an intelligent man. He was composed. He was a man that I could have liked. A man that I could have respected if my other side, the pristine side, the perfect side had met him first. Would she have sat and smiled, talked to him? Would she have blushed prettily at his compliments and challenged him with thought provoking conversation? Would he have liked her?

Because right now I was playing the whore, and, for the first time, I felt dirty and wished Ms. Perfect was in attendance.

I hated Royce Mattherson.








Author Bio

Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.



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3 breaths Release Blitz by L.K. Collins

3 Breaths is LIVE and $.99

Slumped on the floor of the New York City subway, I watched my fiancée take her final 3 breaths.
In that moment, everything changed.
The Krane Hensley I’d become because of Zoë vanished.
My life instantly shattered to pieces.

Now, I live on a mission to survive each day and it’s become my greatest struggle.
I take my vengeance out in the cage, fighting anyone and everyone that will stand up to me. It gives me fleeting relief, but soon the pain crashes back down around me. So I’ve turned to Ivy, my salvation from the agony that is my life.
The problem? Ivy is Zoë’s sister.

Can Ivy and I move past the heartache that connects us to find a future together?
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Review's

3 Breaths brought me to my knees in more ways than one.This beautiful and heartbreaking love story hit every single one of my emotional buttons and made everything around me disappear. -Shayna Snyder, Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads

Emotional...yet a beautiful story that brought two people together in the most unlikely way.  -Karrie, Panty Dropping Book Blog

Poignant and powerful, 3 Breaths will have you hugging your loved ones close and deciding to live each day as it might be your last. -BOOKS & BOYS BOOK BLOG 

A quick, emotionally intense, riveting read. -Kitty Kats Crazy About Books

The only word that comes to my mind to describe 3 Breaths is...phenomenal! All you have to do is read the Prologue and you will know that after you finish this story your heart and soul will never be the same. These two characters will forever be tucked away in your heart.-Cecily's Book Review

3 Breaths is a powerful rendition of what "Live your life as if today is your last day" really means. -Letty, Cover to Cover Book Blog

LK has come up with a brand new storyline, dealing with heartbreaking loss and how it can affect people and the ramifications of how they deal with it - or not. -Jo's Book Addiction

3 Breaths broke my heart at times and had me looking for a fan in others. Krane and Ivy were each other's motivators and saviors, what a beautiful couple. -Keri Greear, Amazon Reviewer

I am beyond words with how 3 Breaths grabbed me from the first line and I became emotionally invested in Krane's story. It makes saying,'I love you' seem to be the most important phrase in daily life. Say it easily and often. -Kristine Cheatwood, Amazon Reviewer




  
Review by Juls

4 Stars!


"Both of us experience the world’s greatest pleasure, brought together by the most horrific grief, and for some strange reason we’ve found an acceptance within the boundaries of our relationship. A blessing from Zoë rings in my mind, as her words replay like a broken record, again and again.... Everything happens for a reason."


I don't know why I keep doing this to myself! Reading stories like 3 Breaths gets me every time! This was an emotional read for me. Although I have a hard time reading stories about moving on after a loved one has passed, I am happy that Krane was able to find his HEA after his fiance Zoe passed away. I'm glad he was able to move on and fight for the life he always dreamed about having.


PROLOGUE

“To Krane and Zoë,” Logan says holding his beer high in the air. The room echoes in cheers and I raise my drink. He hops off the stage, letting the band get back to playing as Zoë breathes softly on my neck. The small gesture from her makes me horny as fuck. “I want you,” she whispers, immediately filling my mind with images of fucking her.
                  Looking into her gorgeous eyes, I want her too. “I know,” I respond, teasing her, and it makes her shake her head at me.
                  “You know, if you want to survive this engagement, you better start taking care of me.”
                  She’s joking, but the insinuation that I don’t take care of her sets me off. She is my world and the only woman that I’ve ever loved. Swooping her tiny ass off of the ground, I toss her over my shoulder to “take care” of her, regardless if we’re in a New York City bar or not. She screams, “Put me down, baby,” and hits my back. No one seems to notice us, as the crowd is engrossed in the band that I’m sure Logan spent a ton of money on to play for us tonight – his parents are loaded and he definitely takes advantage.
                  “Oh, I’ll put you down in just a minute.” I slap her ass, kicking open the bathroom door. The single stall is open and there is just one guy in here. All I have to do is give him that look, that one that says get the fuck out of here or I’ll rip your head off and he scatters.
                  I set Zoë down and she wobbles a little, running her fingers through her fucking hair, knowing what that does to me. “Don’t do that.”
                  “Why?” she asks, resting her hands back on one of the sinks.
                  “You know why.”
                  She smiles and gestures me to her with one finger. We are both drunk – the connection we share is like nothing else, combine it with liquor and we are combustible. Looking into her eyes makes everything in my world complete. Knotting my fingers into the back of her hair, I press my lips to hers; she tastes like Patrón and Zoë, the perfect fucking combination.
                  She moans, wrapping her legs around me and runs her hands up my back, sending a shiver right to my cock. Dropping my hands, I grip her thighs and carry her to the door. Knowing that there’s no lock on it, I’ll have to fuck her right here to keep it shut. If it was anyone else but Zoë, I wouldn’t give two shits if they saw us fuck.
                  Her tongue caresses mine, never letting up. My cock is so hard that it hurts. Pushing myself against her, I groan, needing to be inside her. “Let me down,” she asks, needing it just as much as I do.
                  “Keep your back against the door,” I tell her, pulling her tank top down and exposing her hard pink nipples. My mouth moves to them and I suck hard, flicking my tongue back and forth on one of my favorite parts of her body. She slides her jeans down her legs and then fumbles with mine. The tip of my dick is numb from straining against the rough fabric, throbbing for her.
                  Finally she sets my cock free and I let out a deep puff of air, looking down at her hand as she strokes my shaft. The sensation is one of the things I live for. Reaching down, I grab her wrist, along with her other one, pulling her arms above her head. She nudges her hips forward with her legs spread apart. I watch her begging me in her soft sexy voice, “Please fuck me.” Still holding both of her hands with one of mine, I grip my cock with the other and nudge myself against her.
                  Fuck, she’s wet. 
                  Rubbing myself on her clit, she moans and rocks her hips even more. I love to play with her…to tease her. Especially when she’s this turned on.
                  “Take back what you said.”
                  “What do you mean?” she asks, breathless and confused.
                  “About me needing to start taking care of you.”
                  “I take it back. You know I was joking, baby.”
                  With a triumphant smirk on my face, I let go of her hands and lift her up again, knowing that I am too tall to fuck her while standing. She attaches to me and we both look down at my swollen dick as I gently nuzzle my way deep inside of her. Then locking eyes with her, everything in this moment freezes. She’s panting as I begin to stroke myself inside of her and this makes me pick up my pace. The noise of her ass hitting the door echoes throughout the room.
                  Christ, her pussy is my heaven. 
                  The door nudges a little and I press her into it, digging myself a little further into her cunt. “Occupied,” I growl.
                  “Sorry,” the person on the other side says. Zoë hangs on to my neck and I stroke myself inside of her, feeling her warmth and tightness. Loving what her body does to mine. Pressing my lips to her neck, I suck hard, feeling my cum brew.
                  “Fuck, baby,” she cries, and I pull away. Her skin is flushed and her eyes are closed. My balls tighten as she clamps her pussy down around me and I watch her fall from this world. Holding on to my orgasm for as long as possible, I watch her. Fuck, she is so gorgeous, the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. She writhes and shakes against me as I shove myself into her as deep as I can.
                  Then…it hits me. I groan, pumping my cock ‘til my cum shoots deep inside her. Gradually, I slow my movements and rest my forehead against hers.
                  “I love you, baby,” I tell her, easing my way out of my favorite place.
                  “I love you,” she responds and grabs a paper towel, cleaning herself off. I wrestle my dick back into my pants, holding the door closed. Watching her, I know that I could come a few more times, but that’ll have to wait until we are home.
                  “Ready?” I ask, holding my hand out to her as she zips her pants.
                  “Yup,” she says and grins at me walking out of the restroom. Intertwining my fingers with hers, I stop at the bar and get us two more beers. We both turn and look at the huge crowd of our closest friends.
                  “You know our engagement dinner with both sides of our family isn’t gonna be this fun,” she says.
                  “We’ll make the best of it and have fun, like we always do, babe. Your mom will be drunk, so we’ll be right there along with her.”
                  Taking a swig of the beer the bartender hands me, I can’t help but get lost in her beauty.
                  She takes a quick drink of her beer as I take her hand and lead her to the dance floor to dance with our friends and party the night away.
                  Ten beers, seven shots, and something else I can’t remember later, it’s time to leave. Everyone else is gone and Zoë is almost asleep in my arms.
                  “Let’s go, you party animal.”
                  She looks up at me with her hair in her face and all I can see are her teeth. I can’t help but laugh – oh, she’s going to be hurting tomorrow. Wrapping my arm around her, we stumble out into the cool spring night. The subway station is just a block away and after a fifteen-minute ride, we’ll be home.
                  “You good?” I ask Zoë as we make the short walk.
                  “Uh huh,” she responds, keeping up with me. The city is still buzzing; I swear New York never sleeps, and that’s why I love it here. Entering the stairs for the subway, we begin to walk down and Zoë wobbles.
“Hold on to me, okay?” I prop her up as we make our way to the bottom.
                  “Mm hmm,” she hums as her chin slumps toward her chest.
                  Waiting on the platform, there isn’t anyone down here, except for a bum sleeping on a bench. The train pulls up and we enter the empty car.
                  Zoë flops down in a seat, her head still hanging low and I wonder if she’s sleeping already. Sitting next to her, I wrap an arm around her and she nuzzles to me.
                  “You okay?” I ask.
                  “Yeah. Baby?” she asks.
                  “Uh huh.”
                  “Can we go to Long Beach tomorrow?”
                  “Sure,” I respond, knowing she’s not going to want to do anything but sleep all day, but being a smart man, I play along.
                  “I mean it.”
                  “I know you do.”
                  The subway zooms down the tracks rocking us back and forth a little, and I rest my head against hers. Zoning out on the orange and yellow seats across from us. Then, the alcohol sets in and my eyes close. My mind drifting back to fucking her in the bathroom.
                  Suddenly, my daydream is cut short. Zoë shakes violently in my hold.
“Baby,” I yell holding on to her.
                  She doesn’t respond, her eyes are rolled back in her head, and I know I have to do something. She has had seizures before, but not for a long time and never with me. I know I need to protect her until I can get help at the next stop.
                  Laying her on the floor of the subway, I cradle her head, her arms and legs flailing. My insides break, burning in pain watching her hurting like this. “Baby, please,” I plead, crying, holding on to her, but she won’t stop and I don’t know what else to do. White foam pools out the sides of her mouth, followed by blood, and I fear she’s bit her tongue.
                  “Zoë!” I scream, freaking out, watching her like this, so…helpless.
                   Finally her body starts to slow and my heart skips a beat. “Zoë, oh, baby,” I weep, wiping my eyes so I can see her clearly and move around her. As I hover above her, she is still twitching a tiny bit and I wait for her to come to, cradling her head in my hands.
                  “Wake up,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers just wanting her body to calm. The announcement for the next stop goes off, so it’s not long until I can get her off of here. My chest heaves watching her ragged breaths. She’s struggling. “Baby, please hang in there,” I whisper, looking at her as the train starts to slow.
                  Then her body settles and everything about her calms.
                  Thank God! 
                  She’s going to be okay! She has to be. I count her breaths, waiting for her to come back to me. One…two…three…and then…nothing. I panic looking into her eyes – they are slightly open and glazed over. She is staring off, not looking at me. “No, Zoë!” I scream, shaking her by the shoulders. “You can’t leave me!”
                  The train stops at the next station, and I scream for help when the doors open, even though I know it’s too late. Looking down at her body, I knot my fingers into my hair, horrified. Her chest is still.
                  Tears cloud my vision as I lift her in my arms. Holding her lifeless body close to mine, I sit – crying – reeling in the agony of facing my greatest nightmare.
                  Everything around me spins.
                  Jesus, this cannot be real.
                  I sob into her neck, smelling her, my Zoë, my world, my everything…for one last time. 
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Bestselling author, LK Collins, writes emotionally and sexy gripping Erotic Romance novels. She's a lover of the oxford comma and everything in the writing world. Her stories are compelling and will draw you in from page one, and with twists and turns, she always keeps her readers enthralled 'til the end. When LK's not lost in the minds of her characters, you can find her on the beach with her family, where her husband and writing partner, "The Prezident," are sure to be plotting out her next tale.

3 Breaths by L.K. Collins ~ Review by Juls

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars


4 Stars!


"Both of us experience the world’s greatest pleasure, brought together by the most horrific grief, and for some strange reason we’ve found an acceptance within the boundaries of our relationship. A blessing from Zoë rings in my mind, as her words replay like a broken record, again and again.... Everything happens for a reason."


I don't know why I keep doing this to myself! Reading stories like 3 Breaths gets me every time! This was an emotional read for me. Although I have a hard time reading stories about moving on after a loved one has passed, I am happy that Krane was able to find his HEA after his fiance Zoe passed away. I'm glad he was able to move on and fight for the life he always dreamed about having.



-Juls

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One Hour Girl by LeTeisha Newton ~ Review by Juls

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars


4 Stars!


"Love didn’t exist for girls like me. We were filthy and disgusting. We were broken and dysfunctional at best. But Royce kissed me like I was perfect. Like I was some dusty porcelain doll that just needed a little care to shine again."


One Hour Girl was a good story about overcoming your past and believing in your future. I really liked Royce, and I loved that no matter what, he was always on Celeste's side. Royce and Celeste were both broken, but together they became whole. The love they shared was one they never saw coming. One of my favorite parts was when Royce said...


"Tell me your fears, what makes you want to keep going. Give me your burdens and I’ll help you carry them.”


Royce really was the perfect guy. And I'm really happy that everything worked out in the end!



-Juls

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Sunday, February 28, 2016

3 BREATHS by L.K Collins

3 Breaths is LIVE EARLY and $.99

Slumped on the floor of the New York City subway, I watched my fiancée take her final 3 breaths.
In that moment, everything changed.
The Krane Hensley I’d become because of Zoë vanished.
My life instantly shattered to pieces.

Now, I live on a mission to survive each day and it’s become my greatest struggle.
I take my vengeance out in the cage, fighting anyone and everyone that will stand up to me. It gives me fleeting relief, but soon the pain crashes back down around me. So I’ve turned to Ivy, my salvation from the agony that is my life.
The problem? Ivy is Zoë’s sister.

Can Ivy and I move past the heartache that connects us to find a future together?
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Buy Now Amazon CA
Buy Now Amazon AU
Review's

3 Breaths brought me to my knees in more ways than one.This beautiful and heartbreaking love story hit every single one of my emotional buttons and made everything around me disappear. -Shayna Snyder, Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads

Emotional...yet a beautiful story that brought two people together in the most unlikely way.  -Karrie, Panty Dropping Book Blog

Poignant and powerful, 3 Breaths will have you hugging your loved ones close and deciding to live each day as it might be your last. -BOOKS & BOYS BOOK BLOG 

A quick, emotionally intense, riveting read. -Kitty Kats Crazy About Books

The only word that comes to my mind to describe 3 Breaths is...phenomenal! All you have to do is read the Prologue and you will know that after you finish this story your heart and soul will never be the same. These two characters will forever be tucked away in your heart.-Cecily's Book Review

3 Breaths is a powerful rendition of what "Live your life as if today is your last day" really means. -Letty, Cover to Cover Book Blog

LK has come up with a brand new storyline, dealing with heartbreaking loss and how it can affect people and the ramifications of how they deal with it - or not. -Jo's Book Addiction

3 Breaths broke my heart at times and had me looking for a fan in others. Krane and Ivy were each other's motivators and saviors, what a beautiful couple. -Keri Greear, Amazon Reviewer

I am beyond words with how 3 Breaths grabbed me from the first line and I became emotionally invested in Krane's story. It makes saying,'I love you' seem to be the most important phrase in daily life. Say it easily and often. -Kristine Cheatwood, Amazon Reviewer


PROLOGUE

“To Krane and Zoë,” Logan says holding his beer high in the air. The room echoes in cheers and I raise my drink. He hops off the stage, letting the band get back to playing as Zoë breathes softly on my neck. The small gesture from her makes me horny as fuck. “I want you,” she whispers, immediately filling my mind with images of fucking her.
                  Looking into her gorgeous eyes, I want her too. “I know,” I respond, teasing her, and it makes her shake her head at me.
                  “You know, if you want to survive this engagement, you better start taking care of me.”
                  She’s joking, but the insinuation that I don’t take care of her sets me off. She is my world and the only woman that I’ve ever loved. Swooping her tiny ass off of the ground, I toss her over my shoulder to “take care” of her, regardless if we’re in a New York City bar or not. She screams, “Put me down, baby,” and hits my back. No one seems to notice us, as the crowd is engrossed in the band that I’m sure Logan spent a ton of money on to play for us tonight – his parents are loaded and he definitely takes advantage.
                  “Oh, I’ll put you down in just a minute.” I slap her ass, kicking open the bathroom door. The single stall is open and there is just one guy in here. All I have to do is give him that look, that one that says get the fuck out of here or I’ll rip your head off and he scatters.
                  I set Zoë down and she wobbles a little, running her fingers through her fucking hair, knowing what that does to me. “Don’t do that.”
                  “Why?” she asks, resting her hands back on one of the sinks.
                  “You know why.”
                  She smiles and gestures me to her with one finger. We are both drunk – the connection we share is like nothing else, combine it with liquor and we are combustible. Looking into her eyes makes everything in my world complete. Knotting my fingers into the back of her hair, I press my lips to hers; she tastes like Patrón and Zoë, the perfect fucking combination.
                  She moans, wrapping her legs around me and runs her hands up my back, sending a shiver right to my cock. Dropping my hands, I grip her thighs and carry her to the door. Knowing that there’s no lock on it, I’ll have to fuck her right here to keep it shut. If it was anyone else but Zoë, I wouldn’t give two shits if they saw us fuck.
                  Her tongue caresses mine, never letting up. My cock is so hard that it hurts. Pushing myself against her, I groan, needing to be inside her. “Let me down,” she asks, needing it just as much as I do.
                  “Keep your back against the door,” I tell her, pulling her tank top down and exposing her hard pink nipples. My mouth moves to them and I suck hard, flicking my tongue back and forth on one of my favorite parts of her body. She slides her jeans down her legs and then fumbles with mine. The tip of my dick is numb from straining against the rough fabric, throbbing for her.
                  Finally she sets my cock free and I let out a deep puff of air, looking down at her hand as she strokes my shaft. The sensation is one of the things I live for. Reaching down, I grab her wrist, along with her other one, pulling her arms above her head. She nudges her hips forward with her legs spread apart. I watch her begging me in her soft sexy voice, “Please fuck me.” Still holding both of her hands with one of mine, I grip my cock with the other and nudge myself against her.
                  Fuck, she’s wet. 
                  Rubbing myself on her clit, she moans and rocks her hips even more. I love to play with her…to tease her. Especially when she’s this turned on.
                  “Take back what you said.”
                  “What do you mean?” she asks, breathless and confused.
                  “About me needing to start taking care of you.”
                  “I take it back. You know I was joking, baby.”
                  With a triumphant smirk on my face, I let go of her hands and lift her up again, knowing that I am too tall to fuck her while standing. She attaches to me and we both look down at my swollen dick as I gently nuzzle my way deep inside of her. Then locking eyes with her, everything in this moment freezes. She’s panting as I begin to stroke myself inside of her and this makes me pick up my pace. The noise of her ass hitting the door echoes throughout the room.
                  Christ, her pussy is my heaven. 
                  The door nudges a little and I press her into it, digging myself a little further into her cunt. “Occupied,” I growl.
                  “Sorry,” the person on the other side says. Zoë hangs on to my neck and I stroke myself inside of her, feeling her warmth and tightness. Loving what her body does to mine. Pressing my lips to her neck, I suck hard, feeling my cum brew.
                  “Fuck, baby,” she cries, and I pull away. Her skin is flushed and her eyes are closed. My balls tighten as she clamps her pussy down around me and I watch her fall from this world. Holding on to my orgasm for as long as possible, I watch her. Fuck, she is so gorgeous, the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. She writhes and shakes against me as I shove myself into her as deep as I can.
                  Then…it hits me. I groan, pumping my cock ‘til my cum shoots deep inside her. Gradually, I slow my movements and rest my forehead against hers.
                  “I love you, baby,” I tell her, easing my way out of my favorite place.
                  “I love you,” she responds and grabs a paper towel, cleaning herself off. I wrestle my dick back into my pants, holding the door closed. Watching her, I know that I could come a few more times, but that’ll have to wait until we are home.
                  “Ready?” I ask, holding my hand out to her as she zips her pants.
                  “Yup,” she says and grins at me walking out of the restroom. Intertwining my fingers with hers, I stop at the bar and get us two more beers. We both turn and look at the huge crowd of our closest friends.
                  “You know our engagement dinner with both sides of our family isn’t gonna be this fun,” she says.
                  “We’ll make the best of it and have fun, like we always do, babe. Your mom will be drunk, so we’ll be right there along with her.”
                  Taking a swig of the beer the bartender hands me, I can’t help but get lost in her beauty.
                  She takes a quick drink of her beer as I take her hand and lead her to the dance floor to dance with our friends and party the night away.
                  Ten beers, seven shots, and something else I can’t remember later, it’s time to leave. Everyone else is gone and Zoë is almost asleep in my arms.
                  “Let’s go, you party animal.”
                  She looks up at me with her hair in her face and all I can see are her teeth. I can’t help but laugh – oh, she’s going to be hurting tomorrow. Wrapping my arm around her, we stumble out into the cool spring night. The subway station is just a block away and after a fifteen-minute ride, we’ll be home.
                  “You good?” I ask Zoë as we make the short walk.
                  “Uh huh,” she responds, keeping up with me. The city is still buzzing; I swear New York never sleeps, and that’s why I love it here. Entering the stairs for the subway, we begin to walk down and Zoë wobbles.
“Hold on to me, okay?” I prop her up as we make our way to the bottom.
                  “Mm hmm,” she hums as her chin slumps toward her chest.
                  Waiting on the platform, there isn’t anyone down here, except for a bum sleeping on a bench. The train pulls up and we enter the empty car.
                  Zoë flops down in a seat, her head still hanging low and I wonder if she’s sleeping already. Sitting next to her, I wrap an arm around her and she nuzzles to me.
                  “You okay?” I ask.
                  “Yeah. Baby?” she asks.
                  “Uh huh.”
                  “Can we go to Long Beach tomorrow?”
                  “Sure,” I respond, knowing she’s not going to want to do anything but sleep all day, but being a smart man, I play along.
                  “I mean it.”
                  “I know you do.”
                  The subway zooms down the tracks rocking us back and forth a little, and I rest my head against hers. Zoning out on the orange and yellow seats across from us. Then, the alcohol sets in and my eyes close. My mind drifting back to fucking her in the bathroom.
                  Suddenly, my daydream is cut short. Zoë shakes violently in my hold.
“Baby,” I yell holding on to her.
                  She doesn’t respond, her eyes are rolled back in her head, and I know I have to do something. She has had seizures before, but not for a long time and never with me. I know I need to protect her until I can get help at the next stop.
                  Laying her on the floor of the subway, I cradle her head, her arms and legs flailing. My insides break, burning in pain watching her hurting like this. “Baby, please,” I plead, crying, holding on to her, but she won’t stop and I don’t know what else to do. White foam pools out the sides of her mouth, followed by blood, and I fear she’s bit her tongue.
                  “Zoë!” I scream, freaking out, watching her like this, so…helpless.
                   Finally her body starts to slow and my heart skips a beat. “Zoë, oh, baby,” I weep, wiping my eyes so I can see her clearly and move around her. As I hover above her, she is still twitching a tiny bit and I wait for her to come to, cradling her head in my hands.
                  “Wake up,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers just wanting her body to calm. The announcement for the next stop goes off, so it’s not long until I can get her off of here. My chest heaves watching her ragged breaths. She’s struggling. “Baby, please hang in there,” I whisper, looking at her as the train starts to slow.
                  Then her body settles and everything about her calms.
                  Thank God! 
                  She’s going to be okay! She has to be. I count her breaths, waiting for her to come back to me. One…two…three…and then…nothing. I panic looking into her eyes – they are slightly open and glazed over. She is staring off, not looking at me. “No, Zoë!” I scream, shaking her by the shoulders. “You can’t leave me!”
                  The train stops at the next station, and I scream for help when the doors open, even though I know it’s too late. Looking down at her body, I knot my fingers into my hair, horrified. Her chest is still.
                  Tears cloud my vision as I lift her in my arms. Holding her lifeless body close to mine, I sit – crying – reeling in the agony of facing my greatest nightmare.
                  Everything around me spins.
                  Jesus, this cannot be real.
                  I sob into her neck, smelling her, my Zoë, my world, my everything…for one last time. 

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Bestselling author, LK Collins, writes emotionally and sexy gripping Erotic Romance novels. She's a lover of the oxford comma and everything in the writing world. Her stories are compelling and will draw you in from page one, and with twists and turns, she always keeps her readers enthralled 'til the end. When LK's not lost in the minds of her characters, you can find her on the beach with her family, where her husband and writing partner, "The Prezident," are sure to be plotting out her next tale.