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SONG OF THE FIREFLIES by J.A. Redmerski
(September 2, 2014; Forever Trade Paperback; $14.00)
THE TRUTH WILL SET THEM FREE
Brayelle Bates has always been a force of nature. Even as a child, Bray’s wild and carefree spirit intimidated everyone around her. The only person who’s ever truly understood her is her best friend, Elias Kline. Though every fiber of her being wants to stay with Elias forever, Bray can’t bear the thought of him discovering her agonizing history. She’s done everything she can to keep him at arm’s length, including moving away. But their undying bond was too strong a pull to deny, and Bray couldn’t survive without him. Now she’s back home with Elias, and things have never felt more right–until one night changes everything.
Elias vowed never to be separated from Bray again. So when she decides to flee in a desperate attempt to escape her fate, Elias knows he must go with her. As the two try to make the most of their circumstance, taking up with a reckless group of new friends, Elias soon realizes there’s a darkness driving Bray he can’t ignore. Now in order to save her, he’ll have to convince Bray to accept the consequences of their reality–even if it means losing her.
He kisses me passionately for three brief seconds, his hands gripping the sides of my face, and we’re both breathless when he says, “I wanted to tell you about Landon. I wanted to tell you a lot of things, but I knew you had to go home and none of it would’ve mattered.”
I touch his lips with two of my fingers. “You can tell me whenever you’re ready. I’m here to listen, and I’m not going anywhere. There’s nothing you can say to scare me away. I won’t leave again unless it’s what you want. I still have four days left of my vacation and I want to spend them with you.”
“I want you to stay.”
“Then I’m staying.”
“What about after that?”
“We’ll figure it out.”
He gazes into my eyes, searching for something, I could never know what, but I think he finds it because his lips smash against mine and he kisses me hungrily. I feel my body being lifted into the air, my legs wrapped around his waist, and the air in the room hitting me as he carries me quickly through it, never breaking the kiss. In seconds I feel the comfort of his bed beneath my back and his lumpy pillows I missed so much, around my head.
We strip off each other’s clothes clumsily and Luke is on top of me before I can even catch my breath. But I don’t need my breath when I have his, and his kiss is deep and forceful and it alone makes my body dizzy with need.
THE MOMENT OF LETTING GO by J.A. Redmerski
(April 14, 2015; Forever Trade Paperback & E-Book)
New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author J. A. Redmerski brings us a heart-wrenching, stand-alone new adult novel that fans of her blockbuster The Edge of Never are sure to fall in love with. In THE MOMENT OF LETTING GO Sienna Murphy finally lands her dream job. It’s everything she’s ever wanted…or so she thought. When she’s sent on a business trip to Hawaii, she meets Luke Everett, a guy who makes her want to forget all her responsibilities and give in to the promise of all the happiness they could have together. As their passion grows, Luke makes Sienna start to question whether the carefully constructed life she leads is really as perfect as it seems.
J. A. Redmerski, New York Times, USA Today andWall Street Journal bestselling author lives in North Little Rock, Arkansas with her three children, two cats and a Maltese. She is a lover of television and books that push boundaries and is a huge fan of AMC’s The Walking Dead.
When the boy you love asks you to keep his greatest secret, do you? A thought-provoking, achingly complex novel about prejudice and the many meanings of love from Nina de Gramont, author of Meet Me at the River, which Kirkus Reviews called a “must-read.”
Sixteen-year-old Wren has been content to stay in her best friend Allie’s shadow. It doesn’t bother her that Ally gets the cutest guys, the cutest clothes, and even a modeling gig—Wren is happy hanging with the horses on her family’s farm and avoiding the jealousy of other girls. But when Tim, the most intriguing guy in school, starts hanging out with Ally and Wren, jealousy is unavoidable, but not the kind Wren expects. Because even though Ally is way into him and Wren hasn’t flirted, not one little bit, it becomes increasingly clear that Tim prefers Wren’s company above anyone else’s.
Tim’s unexpected devotion comes at the exact time Wren’s home life is about to be turned upside down. But at least there is Tim…always a gentleman and ever dependable. But as his own seemingly perfect world comes spiraling down around him and he tells Wren his biggest secret, Wren must decide what she’ll really do for love.
About Nina de Gramont
Nina de Gramont is the author of two previous novels for teens, Every Little Thing in the World and Meet Me at the River, as well as two books for adults, Of Cats and Men and Gossip of the Starlings. She lives with her husband and daughter in coastal North Carolina.
Invisibles, a son, a friend, everything but a boyfriend. Everybody knows him as
the shallow guy who’s up for a good time anytime. People rarely take the time
to see the loyal guy lying just beneath the happy-go-lucky façade.
no one would understand. Since he gave up on the idea of a dream girl long ago,
he thinks he’s finally found the perfect balance of connection without
commitment with Sam.
years ago for college, she was left behind. Four years later, with nowhere else
to turn, Chrissy calls the one person she’s always counted on, Dex. One glance
at the sad eyes he’s tried to forget and Dex knows it’s out of his control.
something more, but will Dex’s secret force them apart forever?
(Can’t Let Go is the fourth novel in the Invisibles Series)
This book is well written and a fabulous read!
Already regretting my decision to call Dex in the first place, I keep my distance for the remainder of the night, allowing him to have fun with his friends. He doesn’t engage me very much, only telling me even more that he wishes I wouldn’t have invaded his perfect life. By the time we go to bed, we venture into the room that is reserved for the two of us. I guess when you come with so many couples, it negates the whole guys in this room, girls in the other equation.I escape into the bathroom and change my clothes. By the time I return, Dex is already in his pajama pants, digging in his bag. He drops his phone and bends down to retrieve it. As he steadily stands back up, his eyes roam up my body and a warm current in my blood swirls, following the path of his eyes. He bites his bottom lip and takes a deep breath. “I’ll be back,” he says with a husky voice.Once he rushes out, I climb under the covers to disengage any sexual urges neither one of us will entertain tonight. In this moment, I wish I could be one of those girls. The ones who could sleep with Dex only to feel the comforting arms of a man, but it’s the fear of after that keeps my hands pinned around my body. The fear that he would sleep with me out of pity, or worse, that he would only do it for his own pleasure and release.He opens the door, and his blue eyes focus on the television and anywhere but at me. “I’ll sleep on the floor,” he murmurs, never casting a glance my way.“Don’t be silly. We’ve done this before.” I flip to my side.“When we were fourteen, Chris.” He grabs the pillow.“Really, Dex. I trust you,” I tell him, facing him head on, and oh my lord, his muscles are verywhere. He’s always been built, but holy mackerole, he’s insanely big now.He looks at me long and hard for a few seconds and then pulls back the covers. As he’s sliding under the crisp white linen sheets, the mattress dips next to me. I turn around so my back faces his. We both reach over and turn off the lights on our respective sides. The funny thing is if someone walked in right now, they’d think we were two elderly people, who have been married for years, instead of hot-blooded early twenty-something’s.
Minutes of silence fill the room, and even with me shutting my eyes, visualizing what I imagine the beach must feel like, sleep won’t come. Dex’s close proximity has my body hyperaware of his breathing and his body. “Do you want to tell me?” he whispers.“I’m okay. Like I said, I just needed a break. Thank you for bringing me. I hope I wasn’t too much of an inconvenience for you,” I lie, and a huge breath releases from him.“You’re never an inconvenience to me. If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you,” he adds, and I roll over, although, he keeps his back to me.“Nothing. Like I said I needed a breather.” If I admit to Dex the real reason, he’ll try to fix it and save me like normal. Being here with his friends and the people that care about him, he deserves normality and that’s not in my life’s course.My hands itch to touch the grooves and contours of the muscles that spread across his back, displaying how hard he works out at the gym every day. “Just wanted to feel normal. So, thank you again.” The lies just continue to flow. He doesn’t need my drama in his life. He has his together, why should my fucked-up past screw with it?
The pillow shifts from the slow shake of his head. “You’re welcome,” he says, and the silence encompasses us once again. Eventually, the light whistling of his breathing signifies he’s fallen asleep. I lie awake, observing the rise and fall of his back until my eyes relent to the exhaustion of the day.
Can’t Let Go (Book #4)
That’s what Jenna Haines felt when she discovered that her
relationship with Rex Winchester was anything but real.With
a broken heart, and a deep sadness running through her veins she
picked up the pieces and forced herself to move on. After all, what
better place to start fresh than at University of California,
Berkeley?That is until the day she finds out Rex got accepted to Berkeley too, and
that he will be following her off to college. To add salt to the
wounds, it seems as if he will do anything to win her back. With Rex,
on the prowl and her heart being the prey can she resist his advances
Even more so can she move on from the vengeful things he once did and fall
into a deep bittersweet love? Or will the hate, lies, and secrets
break them beyond repair? Is love really capable of healing all
wounds or is everything still just a lie?
If you read Bittersweet Revenge by J.L. Beck, you have to got read Bittersweet Love. It is novella and the most important follow up for Jenna, Rex, Corey and the rest of the gang. How they all ended up at the same college is just a little more than Jenna wants to think about. But this is college. It is a whole new start for her. She is not going to let the pain of the past get in the way of her future.
Jenna will avoid all of the Winchester boys while she is here. She needs to move on with her life and she needs to get beyond the pain of the past. But that lasts somewhere between one week and never. Of course, nothing is going to go the way she had planned. But the question is about forgiveness. Can Jenna forgive Rex? Can she forgive the pain that Corey caused? Can she move on and truly find the one that makes her happy? Or is the one that will make her happy standing right in front of her?
As I mentioned, this is a novella and gives Jenna and Rex the closure that they need on their relationship answering questions of the past, healing for the future. This is great novella to follow up Bittersweet Revenge and if you have read that, I high recommend the follow up with Bittersweet Love. I am looking forward to the third book in this series as well as I have become quite attached to the characters and their stories.
Just as I’m about to get up to go to the bathroom a ‘hot as hell’
man comes sauntering up to the table. His head is held high, he’s
wearing relaxed fitted jeans, and a dark shirt, with a leather
jacket. Just as the light from the strobes shine onto to his face, I
gasp backing up into the booth. He is the last man I want to see
His voice is deep and honeyed just as I remember it. There are no
hard feelings between us now, but it doesn’t mean that being around
him doesn’t remind me of my ex. Hell, that’s his twin it’s like
looking at a clone of him.
I say hesitant. It’s impossible not to have some type of affect
when he talks to you. His voice makes you want to melt into him, to
give into every single demand he has, and he’s a very demanding
“Long time no see beautiful.” I find myself leaning into him, but pull
away immediately afraid he may have noticed. He’s right, long time
no see. It’s been four months since I last talked to him. I tried
my best to ignore him but he slowly got under my skin and we created
this friendship that was easy going. He knew what it was like to be
me, and that was it.
“Don’t call me beautiful, and sorry I’ve been busy. I didn’t even know
you were living in this area.” I was shocked by the courage in my
voice. Since Rex, I’ve been able to speak my mind and talk for
myself more. Instead of being Mimi’s shadow I create my own.
A smile creeps onto his face, tingles go down my spine. The kind I use
to get when Rex smiled at me. Yup, there’s still an effect
“But you are beautiful so I’m just speaking the truth. As for why I’m
here, I’m sure you already know that. As you know, where Rex goes I
go. So now, I will grant you my wonderful presence.” Great. The
arrogance oozes from him reminding me of why I use to consider him an
“That’s great and all, but you and your brother can just go back to wherever
it is you came from. No assistance from any of the Winchester’s is
needed here.” I say as nice as humanly possible. Instead of taking
a sip of drink, I down the rest of the glass unable to deal with this
situation anymore without more alcohol in my system.
I get up to get another drink, but am pushed back into the booth. I
look up angrily at Ryder as he smiles down at me. “Allow me to get
it for you, I’ll be right back.” I ease back allowing him to do
this one thing for me. What could go wrong it’s just a drink?
In no time he’s back with my drink, and a drink of his own. He slides
into the booth, just as I take my first sip of the beverage.
“Are you even old enough to be drinking?” He asks. I look up at him
astonished by his question.
“Are you?” An arrogant-assholish smile mares his face and I feel myself
getting that urge to punch him again.
“No, but no one ever worries about whether I’m old enough to drink.”
He says, taking a gulp from his beer bottle. I glare at him over the
top of my drink, shaming Mimi for leaving me to this.
“Then why exactly do you give a fuck?” I ask eyebrow raised, as my blood
pressure goes through the roof. For some unknown reason, when people
ask me stupid questions I feel the urge to act out violently.
“Ahh. Like I’ve told you many a time, you’re not like the rest.” At
this point I realize I’m going to need a whole lot more Vodka to
get through the night.
“So I’ve heard. But you don’t know me Ryder, so stop trying to lay
the moves on me, or whatever it is you’re doing here. I don’t care.
I’m not buying it, so go sell your shit elsewhere.” I down the
rest of the drink much faster than needed.
The woozy feeling of the alcohol settling is starting to affect me. The
burn of the liquor makes my eyes water and my nose burn, but I push
through, waiting for the numbness to take hold. Wow, two drinks and
I’m feeling tipsy. What a total lightweight.
“Whoa Nelly, slow down.” He says grabbing at my glass. I bat his hand
away, wanting to get every last drop.
“I’m not a horse.” I say, giving him the glass and wiping my mouth with
the back of my hand. Really unladylike, but zero fucks are to be
given at this time.
“I didn’t call you a horse, I told you to slow down.” He says as if
he’s annoyed. What the hell, no one asked him to babysit, hell I
don’t need a babysitter. Suddenly, I’m angry, really angry.
“Yes you did, you called me Nelly, which is a horse’s name, I think.
Also what are you really doing here? Because I don’t need a
babysitter, I can take care of myself just fine.” I say, none too
ashamed that some of my words slurred together. Where the hell is
Mimi? I ignore Ryder and his glares as I look over the crowd below
us. The dance floor is just too full for me to spot Mimi’s sequin
top. Either that or things are starting to get blurry.
“I need another drink, now you can either go and get me one or I’m
going and getting one.” His eyes bore into mine, and more and more
he starts to look like Rex and less and less like Ryder. I catch
myself leaning in over the table. His eyes look glassy, and I wonder
if he’s drank more since coming to this table.
“I’m going to go and get you another drink.” He says, our noses almost
touching. His eyes meet mine, and I see the need there. It’s
startling. He pulls back just as I lean in more, I would say I was
leaning into smell him but then I would be lying. Maybe smell his
He leaves me to wallow in my sorrows. Like how I’m nineteen with
problems of the average twenty eight year old. Maybe I should create
a knitting club, or become the local hoarding cat lady.
“Here’s your drink sweetheart.” Ryder says sliding into the seat next to
me. Or at least I think its Ryder, I can’t tell. Could be Rex for
all I know. The alcohol is affecting me in a number of
“Thanks.” I reply grabbing it and ignoring his presence. Questions are itching
to breaking through, and with the effects of the drinking I just
can’t hold em back any longer.
“You know, I trusted your brother. I cared about him and all he did was
rip my heart out. He’s made it not only impossible to move on but
he’s made it impossible for me to trust people. Because of him I’m
going to forever be the nineteen year old cat hoarding, knitting
lady.” I say sulking. He smiles big and wide, and then lets out a
deep belly shaking laugh; although his belly doesn’t shake, unless
his abs can but… never mind.
“You will not forever be the cat hoarding, knitting lady; although you
would be a very adorable one.”
I ignore his comment and whisper. “He hurt me Ryder.” I can’t
hide the emotions from my voice. Damn you vodka, damn you.
“I know he did, but you’re only nineteen you’ll love again. The fact
that you’re out and about now proves that. Don’t give up hope just
yet.” He says as if encouraging me to move on and find someone
else. The only problem is I don’t think I want to.
what you get when everyone think’s you’ve slept with the whole
football team and then some.
My junior year of high school I gave my heart to Corey Winchester. He
was handsome, cocky, and a pure gentlemen. Then everything changed in
an instant. When I found out he was spreading malicious rumors about
me, after I refused to sleep with him I was utterly surprised. To add
to it, he broke up with me in front of the whole school. I
essentially became the laughing stock of the town. People that I once
called my friends became my enemies. Finding a way to ruin my life
one day at a time. Now the shitty part is I should have known a
pretty boy like him was too good to be true. After ruining my
reputation and life I did everything I could to stay under the radar,
but it just wasn’t enough. I slowly learned that all the torment, and
hate was all for one thing. Revenge. That’s what Corey wanted, and
why I didn’t know. Then Rex Winchester came along. Corey’s cousin,
and someone I knew I shouldn’t be getting close with. A whole six
feet of hotness, a smile that melted the panties off of every girl in
a fifty mile radius, and a heart of gold. He could have anyone he
wanted, so why he chose me Corey’s ex, the bullied, slutty girl was
beyond me. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted him more than
anything. The problem was, I couldn’t tell if Rex, was just like
Corey or if his intentions were as innocent as he was making them out
My names Jenna Haines, and this is the story of how the one thing I
wanted.. turned out to be the one thing that would hurt me the most.
What happens when the one thing you least expect to happen, does?
When all the lies and secrets come out. Well you’re about find out.
J.L. Beck is the author of Bittersweet Revenge(A Bittersweet Novella Book 1). A four part novella series. She lives in Elroy, WI with her husband Brandon, and daughter Bella. Since the moment she could reach the shelves on the book shelf shes been reading, thus influencing her to write. Her favorite books are those that leave an imprint on your soul. You know the ones that have you putting everything off because you have to find out what happens next.
When she’s not writing or reading(of course)you can find her picking up after her three year old daughter, or explaining to her husband why its unsafe to do something any other way, than the way your wife told you too.
Shes a huge fan of all things drama, with shows like The Vampire Diaries, and Arrow being some of her favorites. She’s addicted to all things social media, caffeine, and Starbucks.
Stalk me, you know you want to.
Leonardo Maxwell was shocked when his best friend, Zane Beaumont fell in love and got married. While he is happy for his friend, he knows that he definitely doesn’t want to go the love and marriage route. He knows that there is nothing that can come from either of the two.
When his father calls him and tells him that it’s time for him to take over the family business, he does so reluctantly. He’s never liked the attention he gets as a billionaire’s son, but he knows it’s his duty.
Title: Stargazer(Halo’s #2)
Author: Sunniva Dee
Genre: PNR/New Adult
Release Date: October 31, 2014
I’m Luna, and I’ve been in the Twilight Zone since I moved in with my sister and her boyfriend.
I sense their secrets in every corner of the house.
Gabriel is eerily beautiful, and his personality disturbingly perfect, while Gaia’s inexplicable PTSD and mood swings bounce her between bliss and despair.
Until Gabriel’s brothers pay a visit.
He’s the night to his brother’s day. He’s sex personified and the devil in one hell of a stunning package. It’s been years since I last saw him, but this man makes me burn. He hooks me with his touch. Enthralls me with those oddly simmering eyes. He pierces my soul with his knowing smirks, and I am losing myself in him.
With pearlescent hair and spring green eyes, he crashes into my world. I thought this crazy, beautiful man could mend my bleeding heart. Make things recognizable again—normal. Instead he pulls me from the embers and feeds me to the open fire.
College life. Is this what everyone goes through?
About The Author
Originally from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser.
I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” estimated release date, November 2014. The first book I’m self-publishing is the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which will make me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014!
I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.
Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me! ;-)
What the hell happened back there? She was one measly Earthling. A single goddamn daughter of Eve out of thousands, millions—fucking billions! I was pitiful.
I went home after she slipped out of my arms. Now, I drew in a deep, cleansing breath and reached for the glass of champagne on the nightstand.
Empty already? Fuck.
I untangled from the last chick and got up. In her stupor, a blissful smile still curled her lips. It’d never made me impatient before.
A chilled bottle waited at the wet bar. I snapped it open and poured icy fizz over the strawberry I’d squeezed too hard. The fruity mass resembled bloody entrails, which suited me fine.
Lingerie. My gaze trailed over the second girl. An arm and a leg strained limp toward the floor, soft skin reflecting from the wall-wide mirror. The curve of her ass, the sheer thigh-highs I’d rolled down a fraction. All details that simply made my existence.
This trio would be out my door soon with their minds erased.
“You want another glass?” I grumbled to Perky-Boobs. Not that I couldn’t remember names—some just bored me.
“I—I…” she gasped out.
I hadn’t taken her yet. To attain the hint of a thrill, I’d skipped the dazzling on this one. She sat rigid against the headboard, chest heaving with desire and anticipation. So fucking predictable.
She pinned her knees together, and they tipped demurely to one side. Now she flicked a wide-eyed glance at her friends.
Luna went to Ka again.
I did enjoy how Perky Boobs’ negligee slid open to reveal puffy areolas as she shifted.
“Never mind,” I said. “Your drink can wait.”
And to hell with the Samuelle girl.