The world took everything from us.And we would stop at nothing until we took it all back—forever.The Difference Between Someday and Forever, the much anticipated and stunning conclusion to The Difference Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez is now live!The world took everything from us.As survivors of not only a plane crash, but two other impossible tragedies, we’d more than earned a life of peace. But time and time again, we were shown that fate had no intention of giving that to us.Remi and I were soulmates. Plain and simple. Our love should have died in the depths of our darkness, but the sun still exists even when it’s not shining.The secrets of our past threatened to destroy us at every turn, but for Remi, I would never stop fighting for our future.The world took everything from us.And we would stop at nothing until we took it all back—forever.Fall in love today!Amazon: https://amzn.to/3FMcUteAmazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/SomedayForeverStart the trilogy today!FREE in Kindle UnlimitedAmazon: https://amzn.to/3u82l1LAmazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/SomebodySomeoneExcerpt from The Difference Between Somebody and Someone“Sorry, is my mood killing your buzz?” I asked.Her blue eyes sparkled in the glow of the airplane reading light. “It really is.”I shook my head and went back to mindlessly flipping the pages of a magazine I’d bought at the terminal back in Colorado. I’d picked it up with hopes it would be a distraction from the cyclone raging within me on our way back to Atlanta. The minute she ordered that drink, I’d known it was a lost cause.Her hand came across the armrest and landed on my thigh. “Bowen, stop. It’s not a big deal.”It was the truth. Compared to everything we’d been through, our house could have been swallowed by a sinkhole and it wouldn’t have been considered a big deal.Honest to God, I was lucky to still have her at all. It had only been nine months since we’d met, but we’d lived a thousand lives in that time. Unfortunately, that also meant we’d died almost as many deaths.Terrifying, tortuous, agony-filled deaths.We’d also found love though—immeasurable amounts of it.I stared down at her engagement ring. I’d cashed out a huge chunk of my savings account and still had to open a line of credit with the jewelry store to buy the three-karat princess-cut ring. The payment was roughly the same as I paid for my truck each month, but the tears in her eyes as she’d sat in her hospital bed, clutching it to her chest the day I proposed, made it all worth it.She was worth it. Every day, every tear, every worry-filled minute shaved off my life.I’d do it all again.If only I weren’t so helpless to save her. I loved that woman. Whole heart. Whole soul. Bend me, break me, crack me open and she would have been there. No matter how bad it got, she was always a part of me.I wasn’t sure anymore if she could say the same.“Bowen,” she whispered, just as she’d done so many times before. It was a plea. One she knew I’d answer no matter the situation. No matter how mad I got. No matter how much I feared losing her again.My gaze instinctively lifted to hers.She smiled and the sight caused an ache in my chest. It was a lie.God, I missed her smile.“Baby, I’m okay.” She tilted her head to her drink. “I hate flying. That’s all this is.”That was a lie too.My shoulders fell and a loud breath tore from my burning lungs, but I let myself pretend, my mind going back to a time when it could have been the truth.I thought of the nights we’d shared multiple bottles of wine and made love, laughing and moaning under the covers until the sun crept across the horizon. She’d rested peacefully in my arms. No nightmares. No crying in her sleep. No insomnia. Just even breaths, her head on my shoulder, and her body wound around mine so tightly it was like a second skin.But that was the past.The unreachable, insurmountable past.The plane jerked, forcing me back to the present.“Shit.” She moved her hand off my thigh to grasp her drink as it sloshed all over her. “Crap, crap, crap,” she chanted, using a cocktail napkin to dry the dark-red pool of tomato juice on her white pants.For a moment, I sat there and watched her struggle. It wasn’t the most chivalrous thing to do, but I was all out of grand gestures.She unbuckled her seat belt and lurched to her feet, her phone along with a handful of ice cubes from her lap falling to the floor. “Damn, this is going to leave a huge stain.”The plane jerked again and she stumbled forward, crashing into the seat in front of her before I could catch her arm.“Dammit, sit down before you get hurt.”Ignoring me, she bent over to fish her phone from under the seat. “Hit the button for the flight attendant. I need some club soda and a lemon. STAT.”“No, what you need is to sit down.”I gave her arm a tug and dragged her down to the seat. Using the tip of my boot, I swept her phone toward her. Aforementioned lack of chivalry aside, I was no contortionist; leaning over to pick it up was out of the question.She folded her upper body over my lap and blindly patted around the floor. I fought the urge to run my fingers through the back of her hair. In the beginning, it would have been a no-brainer. I’d have curled forward and suggestively whispered in her ear, “Since you’re already down there…”She would have grinned up at me, her whole face filled with mischief as she traced a finger over my zipper, ignoring anyone who dared to watch her as she replied, “You mean down here?”I’d have grabbed her hand and made her stop even though I was the one who had started it. She had no filter. She always took it one step too far. I’d loved that about her when we’d first met. It was fresh and exciting, a far cry from the stuffy women I’d dated in the past.But now, she was in the past too.We were in the past.
WHOA! This book, this story blew me away! I DEVOURED this last bit of Bowen and Remi’s journey! Just when I thought I knew how it would end… BAM! I never saw that coming! SO FREAKING GOOD!
Aly Martinez is a master storyteller! The way she weaves her stories continue to amaze me and keep me coming back for more! I cannot get enough of this author. Her stories are so much more than just a romance novel. They are smart, witty, suspenseful, and full of heat and heart. Her writing is flawless. It’s effortless to read her words. They captivate you and keep you holding on until the very end.
I absolutely LOVED Bowen and Remi. I’ve never felt a hero love a heroine so much. He just made my heart so full. Characters like Bowen ruin it for every real life man! Lol. He is PERFECT! Their story was awesome. I enjoyed every minute of all 3 books. The storyline, the complexity of the characters, the romance, all the little details, the twist… INCREDIBLE!
Hands down a MUST read of 2022!
đź’—Review by Lys
About AlyOriginally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four hilarious children.Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys movies that can surprise her with a twist, charcuterie boards, and her mildly neurotic golden retriever. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine by her side.Connect with AlyFacebook: http://bit.ly/2RvbjCATwitter: http://bit.ly/2DUCq1ZAmazon: https://amzn.to/2We92eTBookBub: http://bit.ly/2V32S4BGoodReads: http://bit.ly/2UKGUOMFacebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2DEpPAhInstagram: http://bit.ly/2DUgzrJWebsite: https://alymartinez.com/
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A Close Proximity, Single Parent Romance from A.L. Jackson
Available Now on Amazon and Free with Kindle Unlimited
My loves! It is HERE! I am so excited to share SAY IT'S FOREVER with the world! I'm so in love with these beautiful characters, and I can't wait for you to fall in love with them, too!
"Oh my heart and my soul......this book took both and I'm never getting them back!"
-Melissa ❤️ bookaddict_fanatic
"Dark, gritty and undeniably sexy, this romance stole my heart and didn’t let go until the very end."
From NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson comes a close proximity, single-parent stand-alone romance about a woman on the run and the man who will do anything to save her…
Jud Lawson found me stranded in the rain.
Broken down on the side of the road in a deserted neighborhood with my piece of crap car.
I wasn’t looking for a hero, and definitely not one who looks like him.
An obscenely hot, mountain-of-a-man who screams danger.
But I have little choice other than climbing onto the back of his bike.
One look at Salem Aguilar, and I’m hooked.
The girl is devastation wrapped in a black, seductive bow.
A knockout.
A dream.
Turns out, she needs a job, and I need the help.
Now I have a vixen strutting around my shop, and I’m the fool who’s itching to reach out and take what he can’t have.
But neither of us can ignore the burning attraction.
The fire that leads to a kiss.
A kiss that has us falling into my bed.
The connection that has me wanting the one thing I’d never thought I could have again.
Because monsters like me don’t deserve love.
Only Salem has a secret, too.
She’s been running for years, and her past just caught up to us…
Another great read by A.L. Jackson! I enjoy reading this authors books because 1. There is always a hot alpha hero. 2. Her heroines are strong women. 3. The heat factor is off the charts. 4. I love a storyline with a little danger. 5. Her writing style engages me in a way most authors don’t.
I fell in love with Trent in book 1, but Jud did not disappoint! His and Salem’s story was fun and thrilling to read. It was quite a page turner and that ending was epic!
I adore these Lawson brothers and I’m dying for Logan’s story next. His character is so different than that of Trent’s and Jud’s, so I’m eager to read what A.L. brings us next. But before you can move on with me with Logan, you must meet Trent and Jud first!
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Falling Stars Set & Say It's Forever Collector's Notebook
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, BLEEDING STARS, FIGHT FOR ME, CONFESSIONS OF THE HEART,FALLING STARS, and REDEMPTION HILLS novels. Grab her latest stand-alone romance, SAY IT'S FOREVER, now!
If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.
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The Difference Between Someday and Forever, the much anticipated and stunning conclusion to The Difference Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez is now live!
The world took everything from us.
As survivors of not only a plane crash, but two other impossible tragedies, we’d more than earned a life of peace. But time and time again, we were shown that fate had no intention of giving that to us.
Remi and I were soulmates. Plain and simple. Our love should have died in the depths of our darkness, but the sun still exists even when it’s not shining.
The secrets of our past threatened to destroy us at every turn, but for Remi, I would never stop fighting for our future.
The world took everything from us.
And we would stop at nothing until we took it all back—forever.
WHOA! This book, this story blew me away! I DEVOURED this last bit of Bowen and Remi’s journey! Just when I thought I knew how it would end… BAM! I never saw that coming! SO FREAKING GOOD!
Aly Martinez is a master storyteller! The way she weaves her stories continue to amaze me and keep me coming back for more! I cannot get enough of this author. Her stories are so much more than just a romance novel. They are smart, witty, suspenseful, and full of heat and heart. Her writing is flawless. It’s effortless to read her words. They captivate you and keep you holding on until the very end.
I absolutely LOVED Bowen and Remi. I’ve never felt a hero love a heroine so much. He just made my heart so full. Characters like Bowen ruin it for every real life man! Lol. He is PERFECT! Their story was awesome. I enjoyed every minute of all 3 books. The storyline, the complexity of the characters, the romance, all the little details, the twist… INCREDIBLE!
Hands down a MUST read of 2022!
About Aly
Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four hilarious children.
Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys movies that can surprise her with a twist, charcuterie boards, and her mildly neurotic golden retriever. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.
She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine by her side.
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From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
Reasons why I should not be drawn to Troy Serrano.
Number one: He’s obnoxious.
Number two: He and I were enemies over a decade ago in high school.
Number three: He’s my friend’s ex-boyfriend.
I could go on and on, really.
When my boss gives me an unwanted assignment and tells me it involves spending time with the grandson of one of our residents—the grandson turns out to be Troy. He’s now as successful as he is undeniably handsome.
Lucky me. Four hours a week of having to deal with his insufferable personality and unsolicited advice.
The only consolation is getting to stare at his annoyingly gorgeous face in between our many arguments.
Eventually, though, we slowly warm to each other and our outings become something I actually look forward to.
What’s happening to me?
Apparently, I misunderstood the assignment, because it certainly didn’t include thinking about Troy when I close my eyes at night, imagining what it would be like with him—just once. All the while hating myself for fantasizing about a guy who’s all wrong for me. A guy whose car I keyed back in the day. (Long story, but he deserved it.)
That’s all this is—a fantasy.
Well, until that one night at the bar.
The night Troy and I run into each other, and all of our pent-up frustration comes barreling out.
Still, I refuse to accept that it means anything.
There’s no way the guy I’m supposed to hate is also the one I can’t live without.
Penelope Ward does it again! I absolutely LOVE her stories. They are so relatable and I really enjoy how her characters are surviving real world problems. I adored Troy and Aspyn. I LOVED the banter between them. Their story gave my butterflies, tears, and bouts of laughter. There is nothing I like more than a story that takes me on a rollercoaster of emotions and leaves me with a full heart.
The Assignment did not disappoint!
AUTHOR BIO
Penelope
Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author of contemporary romance.
She grew up
in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a
television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son,
and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two
million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author
of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen
languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
The Difference Between Somehow and Someway, the jaw-dropping, sexy and intense second book in The Difference Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez is now live!
The world gave me everything.
After surviving a plane crash, I was lucky to be alive. It was a harsh truth, but one that changed my perspective on how fragile life could be.
So when a fellow survivor caught my eye, I owed it to myself to take a chance and follow my heart.
Bowen Michaels was guarded and broody, but I saw through his well-formed armor. Much like me, he was broken and lost, but together we found our way through the darkness.
For a brief moment, wrapped in his arms, it felt like maybe he was right about fate and we’d been destined to find each other all along.
But when buried secrets of the past erupt, igniting us both, it was hard to believe we’d been fated for anything other than failure.
Excerpt from The Difference between Somebody and Someone
Book 1
“Sorry, is my mood killing your buzz?” I asked.
Her blue eyes sparkled in the glow of the airplane reading light. “It really is.”
I shook my head and went back to mindlessly flipping the pages of a magazine I’d bought at the terminal back in Colorado. I’d picked it up with hopes it would be a distraction from the cyclone raging within me on our way back to Atlanta. The minute she ordered that drink, I’d known it was a lost cause.
Her hand came across the armrest and landed on my thigh. “Bowen, stop. It’s not a big deal.”
It was the truth. Compared to everything we’d been through, our house could have been swallowed by a sinkhole and it wouldn’t have been considered a big deal.
Honest to God, I was lucky to still have her at all. It had only been nine months since we’d met, but we’d lived a thousand lives in that time. Unfortunately, that also meant we’d died almost as many deaths.
Terrifying, tortuous, agony-filled deaths.
We’d also found love though—immeasurable amounts of it.
I stared down at her engagement ring. I’d cashed out a huge chunk of my savings account and still had to open a line of credit with the jewelry store to buy the three-karat princess-cut ring. The payment was roughly the same as I paid for my truck each month, but the tears in her eyes as she’d sat in her hospital bed, clutching it to her chest the day I proposed, made it all worth it.
She was worth it. Every day, every tear, every worry-filled minute shaved off my life.
I’d do it all again.
If only I weren’t so helpless to save her. I loved that woman. Whole heart. Whole soul. Bend me, break me, crack me open and she would have been there. No matter how bad it got, she was always a part of me.
I wasn’t sure anymore if she could say the same.
“Bowen,” she whispered, just as she’d done so many times before. It was a plea. One she knew I’d answer no matter the situation. No matter how mad I got. No matter how much I feared losing her again.
My gaze instinctively lifted to hers.
She smiled and the sight caused an ache in my chest. It was a lie.
God, I missed her smile.
“Baby, I’m okay.” She tilted her head to her drink. “I hate flying. That’s all this is.”
That was a lie too.
My shoulders fell and a loud breath tore from my burning lungs, but I let myself pretend, my mind going back to a time when it could have been the truth.
I thought of the nights we’d shared multiple bottles of wine and made love, laughing and moaning under the covers until the sun crept across the horizon. She’d rested peacefully in my arms. No nightmares. No crying in her sleep. No insomnia. Just even breaths, her head on my shoulder, and her body wound around mine so tightly it was like a second skin.
But that was the past.
The unreachable, insurmountable past.
The plane jerked, forcing me back to the present.
“Shit.” She moved her hand off my thigh to grasp her drink as it sloshed all over her. “Crap, crap, crap,” she chanted, using a cocktail napkin to dry the dark-red pool of tomato juice on her white pants.
For a moment, I sat there and watched her struggle. It wasn’t the most chivalrous thing to do, but I was all out of grand gestures.
She unbuckled her seat belt and lurched to her feet, her phone along with a handful of ice cubes from her lap falling to the floor. “Damn, this is going to leave a huge stain.”
The plane jerked again and she stumbled forward, crashing into the seat in front of her before I could catch her arm.
“Dammit, sit down before you get hurt.”
Ignoring me, she bent over to fish her phone from under the seat. “Hit the button for the flight attendant. I need some club soda and a lemon. STAT.”
“No, what you need is to sit down.”
I gave her arm a tug and dragged her down to the seat. Using the tip of my boot, I swept her phone toward her. Aforementioned lack of chivalry aside, I was no contortionist; leaning over to pick it up was out of the question.
She folded her upper body over my lap and blindly patted around the floor. I fought the urge to run my fingers through the back of her hair. In the beginning, it would have been a no-brainer. I’d have curled forward and suggestively whispered in her ear, “Since you’re already down there…”
She would have grinned up at me, her whole face filled with mischief as she traced a finger over my zipper, ignoring anyone who dared to watch her as she replied, “You mean down here?”
I’d have grabbed her hand and made her stop even though I was the one who had started it. She had no filter. She always took it one step too far. I’d loved that about her when we’d first met. It was fresh and exciting, a far cry from the stuffy women I’d dated in the past.
But now, she was in the past too.
We were in the past.
My heart! I don’t how much more I can take. This entire second book, I’ve been on pins and needles. I knew everything was going to come to head, but I never expected that! I wondered when that part of the storyline would come to the fore front and boy, did it ever! Now, I’m left in shock, mouth open, waiting for book 3.
COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS!
About Aly
Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four hilarious children.
Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys movies that can surprise her with a twist, charcuterie boards, and her mildly neurotic golden retriever. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.
She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine by her side.
Connect with Aly
Facebook: http://bit.ly/2RvbjCA
Twitter: http://bit.ly/2DUCq1Z
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2We92eT
BookBub: http://bit.ly/2V32S4B
GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2UKGUOM
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