Bloody…broken…barely surviving…

Danae “Dani” Espinoza is on the run and desperate to escape the demons of her past. Plans to hide out in a sleepy Los Angeles suburb turn into a pipe dream as she is drawn into the secret filled world of the local motorcycle club. Dani soon learns that her secrets and lies are nothing compared to those kept behind the clubhouse doors. Trying to avoid the suspicious Vice President, she must keep a low profile in order to survive. The trouble is he has other ideas. 

Bike…babes…and booze…

Tyler "Hero" Tobias has simple needs. Being the Heaven's Rejects MC Vice President, he has all three at his disposal. But he has his own ghosts that keep him awake at night. When Dani arrives at the clubhouse, he knows he should stay away but there is something about her dark beauty and the mystery that surrounds her that makes him burn. There are secrets in her eyes and lies in her smile and he knows he should put his club first, but Hero’s heart and loyalty are about to be tested. 

Can an angel with blood-covered wings and the devil himself resist temptation or will they risk bringing hellfire down on everything that they love?


Cold. All I can feel is a deep chill blanketing my body. My eyes open to complete darkness as a 
voice calls to me. Its muffled tones send shivers down my spine with every garbled word. A sense of familiarity floats around me as its words become clearer.

“Run, Dani,” it pleas from beyond the black veil shrouding the room. “Escape while you can,” it continues. Panic courses through my veins. Where in the hell am I? Why can’t I see anything? The pleas go unanswered as my voice fails to render sound.

“Help!” I scream internally, “Please, fucking help me!”

The voice’s call fades with each word. “You need to get the hell out of here, Dani. You need to move. Find a wall and escape,” I coach to myself. A cold chill of air sweeps into the darkness encompassing me as I try to feel the place around me. My fingers plunge into a dense, sticky liquid as I crawl forward causing my body to slide with each movement. A hard surface is finally inching its way under my fingers.

Crawling upwards, I splay my hands against the cool wall. “You’re on your feet, Dani. The hardest part is over now. Time to find a door or a light switch, something to get us out of here,” my internal coach continues.

Keeping close to the wall, I finally find a switch. Flicking it upwards, the light shines brilliantly. As my eyes adjust to the light, my hands come into my vision. A scream barrels out of my throat when I see the sticky, red blood covering my hands and clothes. My heart races as I frantically wipe the blood away. Blood begins to pool at my feet, inching toward me. Rushing away from the blood, I fall backward into a solid, but warm obstacle. Before I can turn around, hands grasp my arms as a person’s hot breath trails down my neck.

“Hello, Dani,” a different voice whispers in my ear. “Welcome to Hell. You’re mine now,” the voice crackles as my body is pulled into black oblivion. 

I don’t usually read MC, but I wanted to step outside of my comfort zone with this one.  The blurb intrigued me, and I just had to read it.  I flew through the story of Dani and Hero.  I was kept on the edge of my seat not knowing what was going to happen. 

The drama/feud between the two Clubs was off the charts.  Dani is dragged into the middle of it (literally) while trying to stay off the grid hiding from her past and denying her attraction to Hero.  When Dani and Hero finally hook up, I had to put the sparks from my Kindle out, it was so hot.

If you like MC stories, Heaven Sent is definitely the book for you.  If you’re on the fence, give it a shot, you might find another genre to enjoy.

4 Stars

By Hillary 

An ARC was given in exchange for an honest review.

Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. She may be a Hoosier by birth, but she’s a Boilermaker by choice! Avelyn lives in rural Indiana with her pastor husband, 2 spoiled cats, and one very odd looking dog. She’s an oncology research scientist by day and a writer and book review blogger by night. She enjoys reading anything she can get her hands, baking, and spending time with her friends and family. 

Never intending to ever write her own book, the idea behind the Damaged series came to her on a drive to work early one morning thinking about her father who’d recently passed away. His strength during his cancer and rare blood disease battle inspired Avelyn to do something she’s never thought about before. She’s excited to see where this wild ride takes her. 






From Tara Sue Me writing as Cat Waters:

There's the truth you know….

At age 16, Athena Hamilton traded her body for survival when a powerful Vegas hotelier and pimp lured her into his world. Ten years of turning tricks has taught her to trust no one and feel nothing. Yet a chance meeting with a childhood crush sparks hope for something more.

The truth you believe…

There's no way Isaiah Martin could want her. He's a pastor. Too good. Too pure. But when she learns her days are numbered, she runs into the safety of his arms and trusts his promise of protection.

And the truth you never imagined...

The aftermath of a tragic accident and a bitter betrayal leaves her destitute and alone. The one man she shouldn't trust offers her a chance to escape. But when good and evil collide, what do you do when the truth is Obscured?



Chapter One

The day I meet Isaiah Martin for the second time, I am running late. I pride myself on my punctuality, not to mention that my clients demand it, and I’m not paying attention to my surroundings.

I look at my watch again. Five minutes after. Shit. I scurry through the hotel lobby, making a beeline to the elevators. If luck happens to be on my side, I won’t have to wait, but the elevators in the largest hotel in Las Vegas are notoriously slow.

Will the stairs be quicker? I glance over my shoulder. The stairwell is located on the other side of the large open atrium. With my client’s room on the thirtieth floor, the elevator is faster, even if I have to wait. I turn back to the elevators.

And run right into a man standing in my path, overcorrect, and twist my ankle.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he says in a soft, cultured Southern accent, reaching out a hand to steady me.  “You okay?”

“Damn it!” My ankle throbs so much I’m not sure I can walk. I gingerly put my weight on the hurt ankle and curse again at the pain.

Suck it up, Athena. This is nothing.  Think about what’ll happen if you don’t make it upstairs in the next few minutes.

“Ma’am?” Mr. Southern Gentleman repeats.

“I’m fine.” I tentatively move my foot side to side. “Just give me a minute.”

“Why don’t you come sit down and let me take a look at that ankle?”

“You a doctor?” Odds are Odds are he’s just your standard pervert wanting the chance to run his hand up my leg. Even if he is a doctor, I’m not about to let him put his hands on me. Not a wise thing to do, since it’s almost a certainty Mike will find out.

“No, ma’am,” he says. “But I think you may need to rest that ankle just a bit.”

“Really, I’m fine.” I put my full weight on the ankle and nearly fall over as the pain sparks up my leg. “Ow. Ow. Ow.Hell.”

He doesn’t speak again, but takes me by the arm and leads me to a bench near the elevators. His head drops down and he runs a finger along my anklebone. Pokes and prods me.  “I don’t think anything’s broken, but you should probably stay off your feet for the next little bit.”

“Easy for you to say,” I snap. “You’re obviously not the one running late.”

He looks up and our eyes meet.

Warm caramel eyes. His thick, black hair is long overdue for a haircut and curls up the tiniest bit at his neck. His firm lips give way to a perfect “O” of surprise at the exact moment I recognize him.



He embraces me with a crushing hug. “Imagine seeing you here. How are you?”

My spine goes rigid, and I don’t return the hug. “I’m....I’m fine,” I stutter while my eyes dart around the lobby, trying to see if anyone’s watching me.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” He is oblivious to my discomfort. “Are you in town for long?”

I force myself to stop scanning the area and focus on Isaiah instead. A cold chill  runs down my spine as I take in his handsome features. The last twelve years have treated him well. No longer is he the awkward teenage boy plagued by acne and thick glasses. He’s grown into the handsome man I always knew lay beneath the surface.

He looks at me in expectation. What did he ask?

I fiddle with the hem of my skirt. It rests just above the knee. “I live here.”


Hearing about this book and that Tara Sue Me was writing under a penname instantly interested me because I'm a huge fan of hers. I've never read something by her I didn't like. Obscured kept up with Tara Sue Me's other fabulous books but was different. This was more suspenseful and less of the romance.

A lot of dips ands and turns lead you through the life of Athena. At 16 she became a hooker in Vegas, and for 10 years this was her world. Her life that she had been dealt. Then her past came back into her world, he came back, her first kiss. But that past always brings back the worst real life nightmares. Can she let him in? Can he handle that she's been a hooker for 10 years?

I would suggest anyone who likes Tara Sue Me read this, just with an open mind that this is a different type of novel for her. If you don't mind no happy ending or lovely romance, but like suspense and thrills you'll love this book!
4 stars!
By Ashlee 

About the Author:

Tara Sue Me wrote her first novel at the age of twelve. It would be twenty years before she picked up her pen to write the second.

After completing several clean romances, she decided to try her hand at something spicier and started The Submissive. What began as a writing exercise quickly took on a life of its own. An avid reader of all types of fiction, she soon discovered she enjoyed writing a variety as well.

Tara lives in the Southeastern United States with her family, two dogs, and a cat.


Quinn has spent her whole life working in her dad's garage, leaving her more comfortable with a carburetor than a curling iron. Her world is turned upside down when her beloved garage is bought by none other than world famous, sexy as sin, custom car builder, Tazen Watts. He's the one man she can't stand...even though he makes her hotter than a high performance engine in top gear.

Tazen has no use for Quinn, at least not professionally, and he's making sure she knows it. But there's a spark between them that she's finding hard to ignore. She's determined to prove her talent is as impressive as her sassy mouth. When she finds out Tazen is hiding a secret that could bring down his career and everyone involved in it, she wonders: is falling for him is going to be work the risk?

**Hard To Break is a full-length standalone romance with a HEA**

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Omigoodness.... I just finished Hard To Break by Bella Jewel. I don't even know where to start...

First this story is heartbreaking, I lost count of how many times I teared up. Quinn is such a strong character. She holds the entire world on her shoulders but still shows her vulnerable side. 

Second, this story is smokin'! The electricity between Quinn and Tazen can heat an entire room. (Still fanning myself here!)

This book is a battle of wills, his against hers. Tazen has no idea what he's going up against when he underestimates Quinn. She's not one to give up easily and has more backbone than he would've ever thought.

The fight, determination and resilience Quinn shows throughout the story makes her one of my Top 10 Characters of 2015. 

Let's not forget Tazen here... He's absolutely swoon worthy and his character is the perfect match for Quinn. 

Hard To Break has made my #MustRead list of 2015. I'll be waiting for Hard To Forget and will be checking out past books by Bella Jewel. 

4.5 Stars

Review by Hillary 

Copy of book provided by publisher for an honesty review

Bella is a fun loving australian and a multiple USA Today bestseller. She spends her days in sunny north QLD with her husband and two adorable daughters. She's been writing since she was fifteen, and after her success with her debut novel, Hell's Knights, she has been head down, bum up creating new stories. She is the author of the MC Sinners series, Number Thirteen, Enslaved by the ocean, Where Darkness lies, Life after Taylah, Angel's in Leather, The Jokers' Wrath series and 'Til Death. Her next novel, Step-Lover is due for release in early March 2015. 

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2 fatal sides.

1 epic love.

7 days to survive.

They met in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard.

He is heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties.

She is breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way.

They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That’s all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything.

When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a chance...or does it?  ‪#‎taintedlove ‪#‎weshouldhaveknownbetter
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Saffron - I felt like I should have hid from you two while you read this one.

Noemi - No you need to hide from me now, lol.

Jillian - You could have warned us!

Noemi - Oh she told me it wasn't a major cliffhanger!

Saffron - Yo! That's all you needed to know.

Jillian - LIES! This book though! Talk about Wow!

Saffron - I loved this book. So much. Kim is one of my go-to faves.

Jillian - I always love her stuff.

Noemi - I've loved everything I've read of her's so far

Saffron - And the prologue on this one... how could you not keep reading?

Jillian - She got me with that prologue I'm telling you.

Noemi - I really thought the prologue was going to take a different turn than what happened

Saffron - I agree! I didn't see that coming!

Jillian - I really loved him in this book. Like really loved him lol

Saffron - Is there a word that's better than "swoon"?

Noemi - Oh he was completely swoon worthy. The smirk, sigh.

Jillian - I'm a sucker for a sexy Smirk.

Saffron - How long was it before you realized he was from Toxic?

Noemi - I think I was about 1/4 into the book.

Jillian - What did you guys think of Elle?

Saffron - I really liked her at first. And then I wasn't so sure about her because of her issues. And then I felt really bad for her.

Jillian - I felt so bad for her too.

Noemi - I think Kim did a great job with Elle. I really could sympathize with her about her past. But I do have to say she had me on edge for a moment.

Saffron - I think that's why Elle was likable too because she had flaws and wasn't completely perfect. I think Kim does a great job of writing all her characters like that.

Jillian - Makes them more realistic and believable which I love.

Noemi - Absolutely. They have flaws and issues but are not completely ruled by them.

Saffron - I think people need to remember that in real life too.

Jillian - Sadly people don't look at things the same way.

Saffron - One of the things I liked best about this book is that it really wasn't predictable. I felt like she kept me on my toes.

Jillian - Made me not want to put it down.  Got no work done the last couple days because of this book.  Who needs a job right? lol

Noemi - I could see this as a TV series that I would be glued to every week.

Saffron - That would be amazing as a tv series! I want to be at the auditions and pick who gets to play Logan.

Noemi - I think all three of us should be there. I mean we cross several demographics off the list lol

Saffron - Oh absolutely! We have lots of experience in... things, too!

Noemi - Maybe they would let us test out some of his, shall we say "skills".

Jillian - I Volunteer!

Noemi - Get in line!

Saffron - Oh boy.

Jillian - (slowly takes off shoes)

Noemi - (Takes off earrings)

Jillian - Oh Shit! lol We better get back on topic or we could get out of control.

Saffron - (hockey shirts both of you, grabs Logan's hand, and runs out the door)

Noemi - Sorry but I locked that door!

Jillian - Whoa! That's not even playing fair.

Saffron - Sorry not sorry. Haha! That phrase sounds familiar.

Noemi - Don't worry I took care of her tires earlier

Saffron - So, not to spoil anything, but Crush will be well worth the wait.

Noemi - I'll be checking my email daily!

Jillian - I cannot wait for Crush!

Saffron - This was obviously a 5 star read for me. I would recommend it to just about everyone.

Jillian - No question 5 Star read for me as well.  I'm a Huge fan of Kim's work.

Noemi - Blow is difinitely a 5 star read! Gripping from the very beginning to the end.

Meet Kim Karr

I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.

Stalk Her: 







This is a short story and is not part of The Submissive Series.

Includes a bonus excerpt of Cat Waters new novel, OBSCURED, releasing October 12, 2015!

Emma Olson is out of options after being wrongly terminated from her nursing position. As a last ditch effort before starting over as a grocery store bagger, she interviews with William Richardson, a well known computer geek, said to go through nurses like tissue paper.

William needs a live in nurse for his terminally ill Grandmother. He doesn't think spitfire Emma Olson is the one for the job, but unfortunately, she's the only one applying.

When Emma moves in, the combination of her sass and his sarcasm will either keep them apart or show them they might be fighting for the same thing.

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I’ve enjoyed everything I’ve read from Tara Sue Me so I was very excited to read Altered Allies.

As with all of Tara’s book the writing is well done and draws you in from the start.

I found Emma to be smart and a quick wit able to keep William on his toes.

William was both a sexy alpha with a kinky side and incredibly carrying.

Now the only problem I found with the story was that it ended too soon.  I’ll be crossing my fingers that we get more about Emma and William. I give Altered Allies 4 stars. 


She stood there for a few seconds staring at the door pondering the name. There was no reason not to; she was early anyway. Why would anyone name their son such a thing? Richard Richardson? After all, it isn’t as if he was a female and married into such an unfortunate name. His parents knew exactly what they were doing when they stuck him with that moniker.  The really bad part? He was a third, which meant his father, William Richard Richardson, Jr., had not only lived with that name, but actually bestowed it upon his son.

Rich people were funny.

She tilted her head and wondered if anyone ever called either of them Willie Dick?

Her resulting laugh startled an older gentleman who was walking down the hallway, and he looked toward her, making sure to give her a wide berth as he passed. She discreetly peeked from the corner of her eye as he did so and noted how he looked back at her over his shoulder. For a second, she imagined she could hear his thoughts.

Wonder if that’s her? The one from the newspaper? Looks a bit like her. Hair’s a little off, though.

She dipped her head, not wanting anyone to discover that she was, in fact, the girl from the newspaper. Her head remained down until the man hurried into an office a few doors away from where she was standing.  His actions took less than a minute, but that was all she needed to sober up, lose the laughter, and remember where she was.

She happened to be outside a prospective employer’s office door — a prospective employer who also happened to be her very last chance at obtaining gainful employment as a nurse.  If she messed this meeting up, tomorrow she’d be filing for unemployment in an undoubtedly dingy office somewhere downtown and looking for employment as a checkout girl at the local Stop and Shop. Not that there was anything wrong with either option, but she hadn’t worked two jobs while putting herself through nursing school to wind up doing either.  Plus, no matter what his parents were thinking when they named him, job experience with William Richard Richardson, III was nothing to sneeze at and could be exactly what she needed to revive her career.

She straightened her shoulders and opened the door.

The office she found inside surprised her. William owned and ran a international IT outsourcing business, and as such, she expected his office to be sleek and modern. Instead, she was met by a more traditional office space filled with dark, rich wood. She walked across a thick red rug to stand before the administrative assistant.

“Yes, ma’am?” the perky assistant asked with a flash of perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth, and Emma wondered if William burned his way through administrative assistants the same way she’d heard he does nurses.

“Emma Olson to see Mr. Richardson.”

The smile disappeared once she gave her name. A neatly manicured fingernail worked its way down an appointment calendar visible on the sleek computer monitor.

“Here you are.  I’ll let Mr. Richardson know you’re here,” she said with a wave of her hand toward a plush leather couch.

Emma took a seat.  She knew by the feel of leather under her hands and the way the couch gave slightly as she sat down that William wasn’t one to cut corners on expense.  Besides, she recognized the painting gracing the far wall as a Degas, and not a print. It could have been hanging in an art gallery.  Probably should have been.  It’d be more at home there than it was in a computer geek’s office.

Her eyes roamed around the rest of the room. What appeared to be a silk rug covered the floor, and she was almost certain she recognized the vase in one corner of the room. Yet her eyes were drawn to the rest of the artwork: Horace Day and Edouard Manet.  Someone had impressive taste in art. She wondered if it was William or his decorator.

“Miss Olson?”

She snapped her eyes to Miss Pretend Perky. 


“You can go on in.” 

Emma stood and took a moment to smooth the lines of her skirt, thankful her hands weren’t noticeably shaking. She ignored Miss Pretend Perky, walked past the desk, and knocked on the closed door leading to the inner office where William waited.

“Come in,” a stern masculine voice said from the other side of the door.  The voice didn’t match up with how she’d supposed a computer geek would sound.  Computer geeks should have high squeaky voices and faces covered with zits.  And if you thought about it, Emma decided, a man named William Richard Richardson, III should most definitely have a squeaky voice and a plethora of zits. 

She opened the door. 

William sat at his desk furiously typing away on his laptop.

“I’ll be right with you,” he said, without bothering to look up. “Have a seat.”

She supposed he meant on one of the leather couches that matched the one she’d just been seated on while outside with Perky.  She wanted to tell him it was rude to treat her in such a manner. That certainly his mother had taught him better than to completely ignore anyone who had an appointment with him. That even though she was a prospective employee, she was still a person, damn it, and still deserved some respect.

Instead of saying anything, however, she sat down, crossed her legs, took a deep breath, and cursed the fates that had her sitting and waiting for Mr. I’m-So-Busy-With-Really-Important-Things-I-Can’t-Be-Bothered-With-The-Likes-Of-You-Right-Now to look up and acknowledge her existence.

For a few minutes, she stared at the top of his head.  It was a very nice head if you liked thick, brownish hair with a whisper of curl right at the crown.  She decided she didn’t. Blond was a much nicer choice. Long blond. And messy.  William’s was too perfect, too styled.

No, she decided, she didn’t like his hair at all.

After she finished critiquing his hair, she moved on to his fingers. You could tell a lot about someone from those. The fingers in question were currently typing furiously about something, probably some horribly complex computer programming thing. She could tell just by looking at William’s hands that the man had never experienced a bit of manual labor; his fingers were long and delicate looking, appearing for all the world as if they should be doing something artsy. She wondered if he painted.

He stopped typing, ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. 

Ah, the life of the fabulously wealthy. Rough stuff. A curse, really, she thought.

“Miss Olson?”

She startled, not prepared to be dragged from her inner snarking about his thoughts, and looked up. And gasped.

William Richard Richardson, III did not have an acne problem.

And his eyes? His eyes were a pale blue made all the more distinctive by the brown of his hair. Computer genius, successful businessman, and deliciously good-looking? Sometimes life was so unfair.

Still, he was also known as a hardass who went through nurses like they were lined up outside his door.

She thought about standing and walking over to shake his hand, but since he stayed seated, she did the same.  “Mr. Richardson.”

He took the stack of papers on top of his desk and flipped through them. “You have an impressive resume. Your experience and education are top-notch.” He waited, as if wanting her to respond, and when she didn’t, he continued. “Except for that unfortunate incident at the hospital.”

If she hadn’t been so shocked that he’d addressed it so early in the interview, she might have responded with a dismissive wave of her hand and a breezy, “Oh that.”  As it was, she simply nodded.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” he asked, when the silence continued.

She shook her head. “I can’t. I’ve been told by my attorney, the hospital’s attorneys, and opposing counsel not to speak to anyone while the case is ongoing.”

“Hmmm.” His eyes drifted back to her resume.  “What interests you most in the position you applied for?”

The live-in part, she thought. Thanks to the lawsuit and her termination from the hospital, she no longer had money for rent. And her lease was up in a few days and she’d be homeless.

The salary he offered would help pay off her school loans and allow her to set aside some money for a rainy day.

There was also the fact that a recommendation from him would open up doors all over the city. After working for him, she could work anywhere.

Instead of telling him any of those things, though, she went for something more standard and less desperate sounding. “I’m looking to expand my horizons after the hospital. I enjoy spending time with my patients and feel that one-on-one home healthcare will allow me the opportunity to care for my patient, your grandmother, with a more holistic, whole body approach.”

He snorted.

She felt her face flush. “What?”

He leaned back in his chair with an easy confidence. “That was a lovely speech, Ms. Olson. Complete horse shit, but a lovely speech all the same. It tells me, one, that you’ve never met my grandmother. If you had, you’d never use her and ‘holistic’ in the same sentence. And two, that you’re full of bullshit. Now,” he shifted forward, keeping his eyes on her, “tell me what interests you most.”

He thought he had her cornered, she knew. He thought he could command her with that gruff, no-nonsense voice, and she’d just roll over and play dead. Of course he’d be used to that. However, if that’s what he thought of her...

“Mr. Richardson,” she said, standing and walking to his desk. “Let’s lay all our cards out, shall we? I need an income, a place to live, and work that appeals to me. I could apply for unemployment or work at a grocery store ringing up produce and meat, but I’m a nurse. I love to care for those who are unwell.” She placed her hands on his desk and leaned closer to him. “You, on other hand, need a nurse for your grandmother. Your current record for keeping a nurse is ten calendar days. Word has it one lasted that long only because she was an illegal alien and feared deportation. No, you don’t have to hire me, but the truth is, I’m your last hope.”

“And I’m yours?”

“Something like that.” She smirked. “Do we have ourselves a deal?”

He frowned. “I don’t know about a deal, but we’ll see if you can last a weekend. You come to the house this Friday, and we’ll assess things on Sunday.”


He opened the top drawer to his desk and took out a manila envelope. “Everything you need to know is here. Let me know if you have any questions and I’ll see you on Friday at six o’clock.”

She took the envelope, tucked it under her arm, and stuck out her hand. “See you at six.”

His hand, though soft as she expected, held a strength she hadn’t anticipated. As she walked to the door, his voice stopped her.

“Just so you know, Rosa didn’t last ten days because she feared deportation.”

She slowly turned. “Just so you know, I didn’t do anything wrong at the hospital, and I’m going to win my lawsuit.”

About the Author:

Tara Sue Me wrote her first novel at the age of twelve. It would be twenty years before she picked up her pen to write the second.

After completing several clean romances, she decided to try her hand at something spicier and started The Submissive. What began as a writing exercise quickly took on a life of its own and The Dominant and The Training soon followed. An avid reader of all types of fiction, she soon discovered she enjoyed writing a variety as well. 

Tara lives in the Southeastern United States with her husband, two children, two dogs, and a cat.


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What he wants he gets... 

Knox Masters is a quarterback's worst nightmare. Warrior. Champion. Knox knows what he wants--and he gets it. All American Football player? Check. NFL pros scouting him? Check. Now, he's set his sight on two things. The national title. And Ellie Campbell. Sure, she's the sister of his fellow teammate, but that's not going to stop him. Especially not when he’s convinced Ellie is the one. 

...but he's never met her before. 

But Ellie isn't as sure. She's trying to start a new life and she's not interested in a relationship...with anyone. Beside it's not just her cardinal rule of never dating her brother's teammates that keeps her away, but Ellie has a dark secret that would jeopardize everything Knox is pursuing. 

Knox has no intention of losing. Ellie has no intention of giving in

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I lock my legs to keep from falling over and pull out the biggest barrel I have. “Masters, there are things about me that if you knew you wouldn’t want to spend another minute in my presence.” 

He considers my words, the silence taking on a heaviness and part of me already aches for what I could have if I was just any other girl at Western. “Have you killed anyone?” he finally asks. I can feel his eyes assessing me and I keep my gaze averted afraid of what 

I’ll see in his moss green gaze.


“Have you slept with my brother?”
“What?” I can’t prevent myself from gawking at Masters, who’s smiling as he asks the question. “No! God, I’ve never even met him!”

“Are you catfishing poor athletes from Auburn? Wait, don’t answer that because I don’t think I’d find that objectionable. Oh, I have it—” He snaps his fingers. 

“This isn’t a joke, Masters.”  

He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Until you tell me what it is, it’s not a reason to be apart either.”

I suck in my lower lip to prevent throwing myself at him and telling him to take me. 

“Why?” I ask helplessly.

“Because I like you.”

He grips me by the chin and lays down gentlest, sweetest kiss. In that kiss he tells me everything. That he wants me. That he’s willing to take it slow. That he’s not giving up. 

He kisses me as if this is the only thing he wants to do for the next ten hours.

His lips barely move but I can feel everything in me surge toward him. The short wedges 
I shoved on this morning suddenly feel precarious. I grip his shoulders to steady myself and then find myself rising up on my tiptoes to press deeper against him. He hauls me flush against him until I can no longer touch the floor.

His one hand palms nearly my entire back while the other angles my head for better access. He may be a virgin, but the guy knows how to kiss. His tongue is finding places inside my mouth that I didn’t even know would feel good. 

All the pent up desire that has been boiling in me for days comes pouring out of me. I attack him with my next kiss, biting his lower lip, sucking on his tongue.  Against my belly I can feel the hard ridge of his erection. 

“God,” I breathe as he abandons my mouth to trace the line of my jaw with his lips. He growls in response and pushes me back against the bookcases but I don’t even mind that the shelves are biting into my back. I just want more.

And he gives it to me. We cling to each other, feeding off of each other’s seemingly endless need until I hear a gasp and then a muted giggle. And those two faint sounds somehow manage to break through the haze of lust and bring with it the realization that 

I am in a very public place. I wriggle against him and he sets me down reluctantly. 

“We’re in the bookstore,” I say in a scandalized voice. 

“You’ve never kissed a guy in the bookstore before?” He grins, the wicked mischievous one I’m beginning to associate with something tremendously naughty. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Saffron ~ I think I get a goofy smile when I think of this book or or Knox.

Noemi ~ I completely swooned reading this. I love Knox.

Saffron ~ He really is pretty dang close to perfect. If you like the tall jock type.

Noemi ~ And you know I do lol

Jillian ~ He was beyond charming too!

Saffron ~ Seriously! He really was! I had a hard time putting the book down when I was at work.

Noemi ~ I didn't put it down till I was finished

Saffron ~ I honestly didn't know if I would like the book because I hadn't read anything by this author before. I really am glad that it turned out to be something I really enjoyed.

Jillian ~ I felt the same way.  You never know what to expect but I was very happy that we got this one.

Noemi ~ Well you both know I love sport romances and I was really excited about getting this one. I didn't think it would pull me in as much as it did but I loved it

Jillian ~ I thought the way they met was so cute!

Saffron ~ Yes I loved the way that they met too! She couldn't care less that he was a jock.

Jillian ~ Nope, and I think for him it was nice that someone saw him more than just a football player.

Noemi ~ Oh I think she like that he was but that wasn't the big draw for her. I liked that she kept him on his toes from the start.

Saffron ~ Good point Noemi. He could understand football life when it came to her brother and her injury

Jillian ~ It helped them understand each other better.

Saffron ~ Her brother's situation really bothered me though. I didn't like that she had to give up and do so much for him.

Noemi ~ Well it really wasn't by her choice that she had to do it. And that really got me upset.

Jillian ~ She really did have to give up so much.

Noemi ~ You have to like the way the team always had Knox's back.

Saffron ~ But if she didn't end up at Western State she wouldn't have met Knox. Or had a bathroom encounter.

Jillian ~ Oh that bathroom encounter.....

Noemi ~ Seriously. So. Flipping. Hot.  I had to torture you guys after I read that part.

Saffron ~ You really liked that scene! Hahaha! It was pretty hot for sure.

Noemi ~ Like you didn't?!?! lol

Jillian ~ It's was prolly one of the hottest scenes in a book.

Saffron ~ I wouldn't be able to just stand there. Just sayin'. I think my clothes would've fallen off. Did she even get to pee?! Isn't that why she went up there to begin with?

Jillian ~ Only you would wonder that lol

Saffron ~ Hey! Details matter sometimes!

Noemi ~ I was too distracted to think about her peeing lol

Jillian ~ So was she! I'm sure she forgot she even had to pee.

Saffron ~ Yo. Peeing is important when you're drinking coke with no booze.

Noemi ~ Ok let's get back on track here

Saffron ~ Fine... *sigh* What did you think about the whole twin thing?

Noemi ~ I thought it was interesting. Although I felt like it was more of an issue with Ty than Knox. I mean he really seemed to push it more and more.

Saffron ~ I noticed that too! Ty was super worried at times.

Noemi ~ Now I'd be really interested to read Ty's story

Saffron ~ Do we know who the next book is about?

Jillian ~ I need more Ty that's for sure.

Saffron ~ Ty or her brother maybe?

Noemi ~ Oh reading her brother's POV would be really interesting. I really connected with his story since I have dyslexia.

Saffron ~ He was really was relatable character.

Noemi ~ I know there is so much more we could talk about but I really don't want to ruin it for everyone.

Saffron ~ This was a book that I would recommend to any New Adult fan. There wasn't much that I didn't like about it. I gave it 4 stars.

Noemi ~ I couldn't agree with you more. I really liked it and give it 4.5 stars

Jillian ~ I loved this book so much.  I'm not usually big on Sports books but I have to say this one really sucked me in.  I give it 4.5 Stars!

About the Author 

Jen lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at

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