<![CDATA[Wild Wordy Women - Blog]]>Thu, 22 Jun 2017 05:06:31 -0600Weebly<![CDATA[Cover Reveal for Cotton: Satan's Fury MC by L. Wilder]]>Mon, 21 Mar 2016 05:08:28 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/cover-reveal-for-cotton-satans-fury-mc-by-l-wilder.html
Title: Cotton
Series: Satan’s Fury MC
Genre: MC Romance
Author: L. Wilder
Release: April 5, 2016
Blurb:

Cotton

Becoming President of the Satan’s Fury MC was a bittersweet moment for Cotton. When his Uncle Saul died, he passed the gavel down to him, and while Cotton took his death hard, he immediately assumed the role with integrity and pride. He considered leading his brothers an honor, and the MC quickly became his main focus… until the day Cassidy walked into his bar and became a distraction he could not deny. She captivated him in a way no other woman ever had. He tried to resist her—to keep his walls up—but it was futile. It always seemed like she saw right through him. All it took was one night of passion with her, and he knew he’d never be able to get enough. He was determined to have her.

He thought he had it all figured out. He thought he could let his walls down and have it all…until his past suddenly came crashing into his future.

Cassidy

When Cassidy walked into a room, all eyes were immediately drawn to her. She exuded a beauty and youthful energy that lit a spark in everyone she met. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and was willing to wait for it. The minute she met Cotton, she was drawn to him. He was older, more mature, and so good-looking he took her breath away. Where most people only saw a hardened MC president, she saw a man who lived his life with strength and determination, filled with an unwavering sense of loyalty, and who had earned the admiration and respect of his brothers. She longed for Cotton, to be close to him. So when he began to let her in, she didn’t hesitate.

She wanted him—all of him. In his arms, she felt safe and protected. She trusted him with her heart… until he broke it, nearly destroying her in the process.

Can she ever learn to trust him again?


In the Series:

Summer Storm (Satan’s Fury MC Novella)

Maverick (Satan’s Fury MC #1)

Stitch (Satan’s Fury MC #2)

Buy Links:

Kindle Unlimited

Amazon: http://amzn.to/22xgDCs

Amazon CA: https://goo.gl/t70d8E

Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/kBH61t

Amazon AU: https://goo.gl/vtf6Km

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/series/160789-satan-s-fury-mc

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L. Wilder:

Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.

Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come. 

Social media Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLeslieWilder?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/wilder_leslie

Instagram: http://instagram.com/LWilderbooks

Website: http://www.lwilderbooks.com

Newsletter: http://bit.ly/1RGsREL

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/311622.L_Wilder

Amazon:  http://amzn.to/1R8Jrxg


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<![CDATA[Cover Reveal for Seducing the Badman by Hayley Faiman]]>Mon, 21 Mar 2016 05:07:56 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/cover-reveal-for-seducing-the-badman-byhayley-faiman.html
Title: Seducing the Badman
Series: Russian Bratva #2
Author: Hayley Faiman
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release:  April 25, 2016
Blurb:

Radimir Zalesky has only ever known darkness. His choices have always been simple--live or die. Saved by the Russian mob, he is now the embodiment of a Bratva solider. Yet, in spite of the cold, hard world in which he finds himself, he dreams of what he knows he does not deserve. Light.

Emiliya Chekova was born a printsessa, daughter to the infamous Ivan Chekov. Her life has been out of her hands for as long as she can remember, her only option to obey. When her father's betrayal to the Bratva ends in death, she is a possession passed on to another--now owned by a badman.

Resolute to submit to her fate, Emiliya endeavors to be the light Radimir craves--but his demons are not so easily seduced. Thrust into the heart of a dangerous world in which Radimir resides, Emiliya discovers the cost of love, learning just how far she's willing to go to keep it.

* Recommended for readers 18+ due to Sexual Content, Language, Violence and Sexual Abuse causing possible triggers. 

PreOrder Links:

Amazon US - http://amzn.to/1Zi6K9S

Amazon UK - http://amzn.to/1LoUphP

Amazon CA - http://amzn.to/1TLS5Ei

Amazon AU - http://bit.ly/1MkRotK


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In the Series:

Owned by the Badman (Russian Bratva #1)

Buy Links

Amazon US:  http://amzn.to/1Uex31D

Amazon CA: http://goo.gl/Eze5fe

Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/HlFPPP

Amazon AU: http://goo.gl/a1fQz6


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Author Bio:

32 years young... born and raised in California, did a stint in Oregon only to return to the Golden State. Lived that life a while until the Lone Star State called to us, Hill Country, Texas is where we call home, where our boots rest and loving that country life. Living the life with one bearded power pole climbing husband, two little boys that are full of energy and drive us crazy plus a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.


Social Media Links:

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/authorhayleyfaiman

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Twitter - https://twitter.com/authorhayleyf

Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/hayleyfaiman/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10735805.Hayley_Faiman


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<![CDATA[Cover Reveal for Heinous: Deathstalkers MC by Alexis Noelle]]>Mon, 21 Mar 2016 05:07:22 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/cover-reveal-for-heinous-deathstalkers-mc-by-alexis-noelle.html
Title: Heinous
Author: Alexis Noelle
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 18, 2016
Blurb:

I was never meant to have a happily ever after.

It was a fate I accepted a long time ago.

Before he came for me, taking away who I am, I needed to escape.

Just for one night.

One man turned my entire world upside down.

I should have walked away, but something about him wouldn’t let me.

Now I’m lying to him.

He’s going to find out the truth, or my life will catch up to me.

Either way, I lose him.

It’s a thought I can’t bear.

People have always told me love is amazing and powerful.

They’re wrong.

It makes you weak…exposing your vulnerabilities…making you easy prey.

Love is heinous.

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Also Available

Corrupted (Deathstalkers MC)

Buy Links (Kindle Unlimited)

Amazon: http://amzn.to/22xjU4O

Amazon CA: http://goo.gl/YV0NgK

Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/pHSOMQ

Amazon AU: http://goo.gl/XjvYIi

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27308906-corrupted

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Author Bio:

Alexis Noelle lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, and three kids. On top a writing career, she is a full-time student and a full-time mom. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She love being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping.

She has always been passionate about writing. She loves to read romance books and feels like being able to lose yourself in a book is one of the more exciting aspects. The books she loves to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. Ashley believes that you should have an opinion on every character in a book whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something.

She also believes that the most important critic is your reader, so she loves to hear from the readers. She want her fans to be open & talk to her about what they want for the characters in the story, and what they would like to see happen.

Social Media Links:

Amazon Author Page http://amzn.to/1UvD0Xj

Event Pre-order Form - http://bit.ly/15B6oEG

Paperback Order Form - http://bit.ly/1GVHkcD

Facebook - http://on.fb.me/1zdctEN

Newsletter - http://eepurl.com/Vgqer

Email - alexisnoelleauthor@gmail.com

Website - http://alexisnoelleauthor.blogspot.com

Goodreads - http://bit.ly/1vW0nib

Instagram - https://instagram.com/_alexisnoelle_

Snapchat - alexisnoelle01

Twitter: https://twitter.com/_alexisnoelle_


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<![CDATA[Cover Reveal for Steady as the Snow Falls by Lindy Zart]]>Mon, 21 Mar 2016 05:06:12 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/cover-reveal-for-steady-as-the-snow-falls-by-lindy-zart.html
Book Title: Steady as the Snow Falls
Author: Lindy Zart
Genre: Contemporary/Inspirational Romance
Release Date: April 18th
Cover Artist: Cover to Cover Designs
Cover Model: Kailey Dobson
Cover Photography by: Wendi Stizer
SYNOPSIS:

Hired by a stranger to write his life story, Beth Lambert arrives at a seemingly abandoned house in the hills near her hometown. She knows the rumors, she knows it is dangerous and unwise. But she needs the money. And she needs to prove that it isn’t a mistake to think she can make a career out of a dream.

Inside the house of emptiness and coldness, she finds a man with curt words and haunted eyes. He is eccentric, odd. Brutish, even. He scares her, and he intrigues her. When she learns who he is, she wants to run. But there is the money, and there is the dream, and eventually, there is simply Harrison Caldwell. The haunted man with the black, ugly truth

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Author Bio:

Lindy Zart is the USA Today bestselling author of Roomies. She has been writing since she was a child. Luckily for readers, her writing has improved since then. She lives in Wisconsin with her family. Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her work. She also has a completely healthy obsession with the following: coffee, wine, bloody marys, peanut butter, and pizza.





Author Links:

Website: www.lindyzart.com

Blog: same as above

Facebook: www.facebook.com/lindyzart

Twitter: www.twitter.com/lindyzart | @LindyZart

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/LindyZart

Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/1Rb3AkY

Newsletter: http://bit.ly/1RqPP3m

tsu: http://www.tsu.co/lindyzart

IG: https://www.instagram.com/zartlindy/  |@zartlindy

Youtube: http://bit.ly/1Qs6wXr

Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/+LindyZart/posts


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<![CDATA[Excerpt Reveal for Down To My Soul by Kennedy Ryan]]>Sun, 20 Mar 2016 18:12:10 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/excerpt-reveal-for-down-to-my-soul-by-kennedy-ryan.html
Today we have a sneak peek of Down to My Soul, Book 2 of Kennedy Ryan's Soul Series! If you haven't read Book 1, My Soul to Keep, make sure you catch up before the March 31 release!And don't miss the giveaway accompanying the excerpt!

If you HAVE NOT read My Soul to Keep, find the Giveaway & read the first three chapters HERE.

For those who HAVE read My Soul to Keep and are waiting for Down to My Soul, find the 
Giveaway & Excerpt HERE!

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<![CDATA[Release Blitz for At That Moment by Scarlett Hartgrove   ~Excerpt & Giveaway~]]>Sun, 20 Mar 2016 18:11:33 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/release-blitz-for-at-that-moment-by-scarlett-hartgrove-excerpt-giveaway.html
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Title: At That Moment
Series: The Eyes of March #1
Author: Scarlett Hartgrove
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release: March 2016
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Blurb:

Cara Mears has a good life...simple, satisfying, and safe.

She owns a successful company, has loyal friends, and a decent relationship, and has convinced herself that this is enough.

This is a life she knows how to navigate.

Enter Dylan Madigan, her long-time movie-star crush, devastatingly handsome, arrogant, and famous.

At that moment, everything changes.

Their seductive and romantic journey begins, exposing their vulnerabilities, testing their resolve, and leaving them emotionally naked.

The bigger-than-life movie star turns Cara's life inside out and upside down, but is it for the better?

What happens when dreams actually become reality?

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/25cqGPB

Amazon CA: http://goo.gl/LxoWFV

Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/NucCac

Amazon AU: http://goo.gl/v4cBlO

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Excerpt:

Dylan leaned back in his first-class seat with his long legs stretched out in front of him, his headphones in his ears. His eyes were closed, and he slowly became aware of the flight attendant hovering over him, asking if he would like something to drink. Removing one of the ear buds, he gave her a dazzling smile. “No, I’m fine, thank you.”

She returned his smile and moved down the aisle of the plane. Dylan leaned back and looked out the window, putting the bud back in his ear.

He was tired. He had encountered a mob of paparazzi at the airport in New York this morning, and totally lost it with a rude, relentless photographer who kept shoving a camera in his face. Christ, how he hated that shit! He found it ironic that he so loved a career that nurtured that insanity.

Thinking about his purchase of Bradford House, he smiled. He’d fallen in love with North Carolina when visiting a friend on a movie set a few years ago. While he wasn’t crazy about the altitude in the mountains, he found the Piedmont area very beautiful with its rolling foothills. It reminded him of his home in Ireland. He was anxious to see how the renovations were coming along, and even more anxious to know when he would actually be able to move in. It would be a perfect place to relax and rejuvenate between projects.

As he glanced at his watch, Cara flashed through his mind. He wondered what she was doing right now.

Cara. What was it about her he couldn’t get out of his mind? Everything. She intrigued him. She was beautiful and charming. And real.

But there was something fragile about her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and he didn’t want to scare her away. He wanted to know everything about her. On the phone earlier this week, he had been able to coax her to share a bit about herself. He loved her soft, Southern accent, and wanted to listen to her talk for hours on end.

He would move very slowly and cautiously. Somehow, he knew she was not one to be toyed with, and he didn’t want to make any mistakes. There was something between them, a connection. He had experienced the coup de foudre the moment he had turned around from the bar and took her hand, and hoped that he wouldn’t do anything impulsive or stupid to fuck it up.

Even though he sensed a vulnerability in her, he also sensed a hidden sensuality underneath her polished and proper surface. The thought made him shift in his seat, and he realized he had to steer his mind in another direction, now.

His thoughts were interrupted by the Captain’s announcement that they were beginning their descent, and the flight attendant was beside him, asking him to raise his seat back and fasten his seat belt.

He checked the time. Was Cara waiting for him to call? Was she as nervous as he was? It had been a very long time since he’d felt this way about any woman. He actually had butterflies in his stomach, and smiled at the feeling.

This was good, right? He nodded to himself. This was very good.



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Author Bio:

I am a southern woman, born and bred.

I love the beach, cooking, gardening, sweet tea, cats, good books, music, and warm, sunny weather.

Growing up as a child of blind parents gave me a unique perspective of life. Watching my parents struggle to overcome adversity in order to provide a normal life for me and my brother, I learned the meaning of tenacity, self-reliance, independence, grace, and the true importance of family.

I am a glass-half-full-girl to my very core.

As a young girl, I kept a diary, which led to the habit of keeping a journal and writing short stories. I’ve spent my life writing in my head.

I’ve always had an open book nearby, soaking up the adventures that transport me from my daily life to exotic, exciting locations around the world.

Someday, if someone remembers me as a kind, compassionate, and strong person, I will have lived the life I always wanted.

Social Media Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Scarlett-Hartgrove-206802339664766/?fref=ts

Website: http://scarletthartgrove.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/cristolklear

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14959404.Scarlett_Hartgrove


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<![CDATA[Cover Reveal for The Way to Her Heart by Amy Reece]]>Sat, 19 Mar 2016 05:44:37 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/cover-reveal-for-the-way-to-her-heart-by-amy-reece1.html
Title: The Way To Her Heart
Author: Amy Reece
Genre: YA Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 29, 2016
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Blurb:

No amount of counseling can bring Josh Harris back to his old self.

After a tragedy that changed his life forever, eighteen-year-old Josh has lived in a year-long fog of medication and confusion. It’s all he can do to not think about his dad—a culinary genius who raised him in the kitchen. Thankfully, Josh inherited his golden palate and sixth sense for cooking, which is the only thing that makes sense anymore.

For a seventeen-year-old girl, life can’t get much worse…

Bernie Abeyta is a senior in high school and lives with her drug-addicted mother, but has managed to keep her grades up so she can get into college. With her father in prison and her mom’s sleazy boyfriend getting too close for comfort, Bernie turns to her best friend Gabby Rodriguez for help, but discovers Gabby has gone missing. Distressed over her friend’s sudden disappearance, Bernie resorts to living out of her car while she looks for answers and tries to avoid foster care.

Part love, part mystery, part cookbook—and all heart.

During economics class, Josh finds himself captivated by his new project partner, Bernie. As they grow closer, he insists Bernie move in with him and his mother. Furthermore, he offers to help look for Gabby.

Bernie refuses to believe Gabby ran away, and she’s determined to get to the bottom of the mystery—no matter how great the danger to herself.

Will Bernie’s gritty life be too much for Josh to handle? Or will he fight for The Way to Her Heart?

Pre-Order

Amazon:  http://amzn.to/1T07XBX




Author Bio:


Amy Reece lives in Albuquerque, NM, with her husband and family. She loves to read and travel and has an unhealthy addiction to dogs. She believes red wine and coffee are the elixirs of life and lead to great inspiration. Stay tuned for her newest book, The Way to Her Heart, a YA romantic suspense novel, coming in March 2016.

Social Media Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/areeceauthor/

Website: http://www.amyreeceauthor.com/

Newsletter: http://goo.gl/Dm64hJ

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1nWrDd7

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13884337.Amy_Reece

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AReeceAuthor

Blog: https://wordpress.com/post/amyreece.wordpress.com   

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<![CDATA[Chapter Reveal for Covet Not by Arden Aoide]]>Fri, 18 Mar 2016 18:40:10 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/chapter-reveal-for-covet-not-by-arden-aoide.html
A gilded cage is still a cage.

From the womb, she was owned. Shula Kelley was signed away before her first breath, just like everyone else in secessionist Texas. She was called beautiful like it meant something important. Like it would get her a kind husband, or one less cruel. She hoped Jared Agnesson was kind.

And the devil you know is still the devil.

As punishment for his son's rebellion, the patriarch of the Agnesson clan claimed Shula for his own. And she saw only one way out. Shula had a plan, but she didn't realize it would require a savior.

Suffer not the sins of the father.

First acts of rebellion open doors that are best left closed. Until Jared walked through it. Her savior. But how can she truly love when she only knows obedience?

Release date March 28th

Pre-order links.

Amazon US  Amazon UK  Amazon CA


EXCERPT

“To die, to sleep.

To sleep, perchance to dream–ay, there’s the rub,…”

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Human ash was ridiculously difficult to work with when wet, but it was done. She had planned on nice clean lines gently smudged against her dark brown eyes, but the ash proved far too unwieldy. After watching it flake off when it dried, Shula added a drop of oil to a good sprinkling of ash to the palm of her hand. It still didn't apply evenly, and she looked more like a raccoon than a bride, but her mother would share her big day now and she could take no other method to avoid it.

Though Shula would give her a 'A' for effort.

She tipped the urn into her great-grandfather's rusted cigarette case, messily covering the razor blade taped inside it. She filled it, spilling quite a lot onto the floor, but she would have to get the broom out anyway. She pressed the case shut gently, shook the excess ash into the sink, and put it into her purse on the counter. She washed her hands and wiped down the sink, smearing the ash into pristine caulk, infecting it like mold. She smiled grimly.

Shula picked up her father's tiny grooming scissors and went to work on her hair quickly. She started at the crown, cutting close to the scalp, but uneven in its swiftness. She had a massive amount of thick curls, but they fell quickly and silently, offering no protest.

Once done, the scissors were nearly worthless, but she put them away. She deliberately left several knotted strands stuck, so that her father would see them later and be reminded of this day.

She looked around the bathroom, avoiding her reflection deliberately, picking out things that she hated and she tried to take comfort that she would never see them again. Her stomach lurched in grief, so she finally looked at the woman in the mirror, this stranger no longer, summoning strength with a glance. She looked like a horror and she felt an acute anticipation for her unveiling within the hour.

She'd been told since she was old enough to understand that she was beautiful. Like it meant something important. Like it would give her a choice between a husband with a kind soul or a corrupt one.

For the lucky, beauty got you a larger house to clean and maybe a house full of beautiful children. For her, beauty would be an end. The end.

She was newly eighteen, but she still felt so much like a child. Far too young for what was expected of her. Her naked body, covered in constellations of freckles, goose fleshed and covered in the dark remnants of her copious locks, memories of braids and pigtails and innocence. It felt wrong to curl and primp for a man older than her own father, no matter how many might have coveted the position. Though decorating herself for the day's final end did seem to amuse her, she wanted his disappointment of her to be profound, not just in their marriage bed, but as soon as he lifted her veil. So, she had brought out the scissors. She wasn't a girl any longer, and her hair had no purpose as it had served her beauty with ultimate betrayal.

She couldn't abide traitors.

She watched detached, as she brushed the thick dead clumps that covered her breasts and skimmed her belly, and clung to the hair on her pubis. She brushed it away absently at first, but she found her senses heightened by her nudity and the stimulation of her falling hair. She slid her fingers against her clitoris, smiling at the rush of arousal, and realized that she would miss this. Sexual thoughts were taboo, and unless you had the express consent of your husband, self-gratification was punishable by a life married to Christ, sequestered with the rest of the girls who would never be accused of keeping their hands to themselves.

Naturally, Shula was quite adept with masturbation once she'd discovered her clitoris, and once she'd heard about the sacrament of virginity, she'd tried out every vegetable from the garden. She'd tried candlesticks, her fingers, and even the hilt of a very large kitchen knife, though the horsewhip was her favorite.

She would miss it all. James Agnesson ruined everything.

Earlier in the week, when James had come calling, and he had sampled the food she had prepared for him, she would have poisoned him had she known. As it was, her hatred grew for him, rather than their situation, and her plans for their wedding and honeymoon became quite morbid. She found that her future groom's frustration wouldn't be nearly enough, nor her lack of hymen. He would not have the gift of her purity, nor the proof of it, nor would any man now, because even imagining his realization as he's rutting inside her didn't bring her pleasure as it had when she imagined it was his son, Jared. She didn't want to just ruin his day. She wanted to ruin him. For Jared, his confusion would have been satisfactory enough, but for his father…death was preferable than having him touch her.

The day had come, and a more wretched ending was born. She would not have the honor of seeing his face when he gazed upon her in their marriage bed, but like all charity, it's best not to be selfish in your giving. She would strive for humbleness, because martyrdom wasn't effective without a captive audience.

Her mother had probably taught her a great many things, the domesticities of their gender notwithstanding, and she'd taken almost all of it for granted. The one thing that she'd always remember though, was the most profane: Sometimes suicide and the Seventh Circle of Hell were a far desired fate if the alternative was life and all the Circles combined.

Today was that day. Her wedding day. Tonight, she would excuse herself early, and he would surely allow it. Women, for she was a woman now, needed time to prepare for bed. To ready themselves for their husbands and their pleasure.

She would pull down the coverlet, open the cigarette case, and fashion a distorted crucifix with her mother's ashes and the water from the traditional roses she was sure to be beside the bed. She would lie down in the center of bed, pull the razor from the cigarette case and slit both wrists quickly and efficiently. She would spread her arms wide.

It was pure drama, but if one gets to choose their passing, make it memorable.

Make a fucking point.

Her only regret was that she was sure her father wouldn't see. James was sure to cover it up somehow, the drama of it, even though he'd have no scruples relaying the slit wrists.

Her father would probably never see her bled out on her mother's ashes and she hated that. She hated her father even more than James Agnesson. She knew it was wrong, but she was prepared for Hell, so all unspoken sins were at the forefront of her mind.

As it was, since she was choosing, she'd rather have the chance of spending an eternity in Hell with her mother than with the likes of James, no matter how horrible.

She wasn't sure she believed in Hell of the after death variety anyway, but her mother spared two years for her. Shula would never forget the fight, nor the sound of the gun. Worse yet, she would never forget the sound of her mother hitting the floor, nor of her father's silence.

And his continued silence.

She hated him.

He was going to give her away to that monster and her mother's death had been in vain. She would have certainly stayed had she imagined this outcome.

Shula had been betrothed to Jared Agnesson since the day she was born and they were to be wed the day after she turned sixteen. She wasn't much happy about it, but all the girls got married at that age, and Jared seemed nice enough. He was painfully shy, quiet, and probably handsome, if one considered a boy handsome. He'd not quite caught up with his brothers in stature and Shula wasn't afraid of him like she was of other newly-made men.

James had told her that Jared had disappeared into the woods after he took the death of Anna, James' late wife, quite hard, and he had shown no signs of returning and fulfilling his contract, so he had deigned to fulfill it himself.

She wanted to be angry at Jared, but found that she didn't care. He hadn't owed her a thing. She could not fault him for escaping when he could. At least he had that option.

Her mother had not wanted it. Shula didn't quite understand as it was normal for girls to marry, and she couldn't imagine Jared had offended her mother since he was so silent and awkwardly polite.

The morning of her mother's death, every muttered curse spoke of Jared's father, and she didn't know what that had to do with Jared himself. Shula belatedly realized that her mother hadn't wanted her involved with the Agnesson family at all, but she was never brave enough to ask her father why. They'd barely spoken these last two years, and she didn't know what her mother saw in him, unless she didn't have a choice.

Of course she didn't have a choice.

But, it must have been something terrible for her to take her own life to prevent a marriage to a harmless boy.

She took comfort that she wouldn't bleed out on her own bed, her grandmother's old bed, because she would be moving into James Agnesson's house, but thankfully she wouldn't be required to be mother to men who were older than her. Surely, he could see the wrongness of it.

A wrongness she wouldn't tolerate. Shula was pleased she could still feel relief.

Her betrothal to Jared had still been under contract, but the death of a mother, by Law, would postpone any such commitments until she reached majority. Her contract was amended, and signed by both her father and James one day before her eighteenth birthday, replacing the son with the father. If she would have known at dinner before, none would have left the table alive.

That was three days ago, and Shula can't imagine why it isn't a scandal. She was appalled when he had married Anna, as they had been close in age and grew up in church together. Shula would be his third. The mother of the five boys: Jacob, Jonah, Josiah, Jared, and Jude, had died during childbirth, and James Agnesson had married Anna, newly sixteen, and she died last year of an apparent suicide. Anna had been the same age as Jude.

The rumor was that Jude had found her in her bed, and that was all Shula had heard about it.

Shula could guess, but that made her feel smug, and she wondered if that even scratched the surface of what her mother might've known. Her mother knew something, and her father knew it too, but curious as she was, she'd rather die than know, unless she could find out today.

Two suicides in two years, especially after his last wife's sudden death, should bring about a much more intense scrutiny. There was a reason her mother hadn't wanted her in his house, and it had been worth her life. Shula had not forgotten that.

She was relieved in a way. She was lonely, but trusted no one, and it was a scary existence.

She watched herself in the mirror as she touched herself expertly. She always had philosophical thoughts on sin. She liked to list them in her head from ones she deemed not so bad to the worst ones, like cruelty and complacency. She didn't understand how this God-given pleasure was only a means to tempt and trap.

As a woman, she wasn't allowed to read The Bible. Only the men were allowed, and it was up to them to explain their sinful natures to them. Sometimes Shula would sneak a few paragraphs when she cleaned her father's room, if he had it out of the locked trunk. It was paragraphs and paragraphs of confusion, and she would turn the pages quickly, looking for the list of sins that would seem an obvious addition. She never found them.

So, she compiled them in her head. Sins, taxonomy of.

She would write them down, but she hoped that her corpse would display his deepest sins and eat at James Agnesson the way God's disappointment was supposed to.

After Shula brought herself off, she took a few deep breaths and grabbed the broom behind the door. She swept up the remnants of her youth and the death of it, and when she was finished, she looked toward the dress hanging on the hook on the door.

Her mother's beautiful, meaningless frock, yellowed with age, and smelling of decay and mothballs. The lace was matted with cobwebs and even blotting it with a washcloth thickened the strands.

She fished out her father's scissors and snipped the lace from the bodice, eyeing the netting of the veil briefly, knowing it would cover her thoroughly, until it was lifted.

The lace lifted easily and she dropped it carelessly into the trash. She pulled the dress over her head, slipping it onto her naked body, mindful of her mother's ashes. It was a little too snug, but she knew it would give just a little as the day went on.

She stepped up to the mirror and she still looked terribly young. Even with her neutered hair, and her darkened eyes, and low bodice, she still looked much too young.

It was a tragedy.

The only thing that kept her tears at bay was that this was what James Agnesson would see when he lifted her veil.

He would see who he'd chosen to be his wife.

Shula affixed the veil to her head and covered her face and chest. She grabbed her purse and suitcase, and walked it to the front door where her father was waiting. He opened the door without a word, and led them to the car. The veil was sheer enough for her to see images, and the haze of black from the ashes made the sky look like rain.

Jared Agnesson sat heavily on the front steps of his tiny cabin. He was going to need to build a fence and get a dog. Maybe several of the doberman variety.

He held up the cream-colored envelope that he had found under his feet when he stepped out the door that morning.

Jared Agnesson

He knew what was inside. His father had been threatening it before Anna's body had been cold to keep Jared under control. His father wanted him to take over the farm, but Jared had a knack for computers. So, he had sought work in the city, independent of his father, but every job or apprenticeship ended up dead.

Luckily, Jared had the foresight to move his trust fund when he turned eighteen to an international bank in the city, one who hadn't heard of James Agnesson, or if they had, they hadn't cared. Jared would have enough money indefinitely if he wasn't foolish. And his current project was lucrative, but he had to be doubly careful.

He inherited a piece of land adjacent to his father's ranch with the bones of a hunting lodge hidden by the trees. His father spent equal time at the ranch and in the city, but Jared knew Agnes Oaks inside out, so he felt he could hide more effectively in plain sight rather than a city where he would be constantly looking over his shoulder. He'd underestimated his father. The only way to be truly free of him was death, or to find a way to leave Texas, but Texas only granted visas for work. They were temporary, not for families, and never for women.

If you were born here, you died here, and the fate of the women depended on the kindness of their husbands.

Jared wanted to be kind. It took him several months, but he'd built paradise, and he'd wondered if his future bride would like it. But, he didn't allow himself to wonder for long. He enjoyed deluding himself on occasion. It was safe out in the woods.

As much as he'd wanted Shula Kelley, as much as he'd always known that she was intended for him, he knew that his father would eventually take her from him. The same way he took Anna, and she had only been his friend from church. His father hated their closeness, never trusted it, and he'd left her because his father had become increasingly nasty towards her.

A week later, he'd found out that she'd died. Jared had to think.

His reach was far and wide, and Jared had to be smart. But, now it seemed too late.

His brothers were too complacent and stayed away, moving their families to the city to represent various family businesses. Their father's fingers were dipped into trade all over the state of Texas, from banking and real estate, to agriculture and energy. Education and evangelism. Jacob and Jonah managed the bank branches from the Austin-San Antonio Metroplex, to one hundred miles east of Agnes Oaks, with smaller branches all over the state, independently managed. Josiah was in real estate, and was rather successful at it.

They had already moved out when Anna came to live with them. Only Jude had remained. He was the one who had found Anna, and avoided everyone anymore. Jared was fairly sure that Jude will be the one running the farm. So long as his father didn't find out–

His father had eyes and ears everywhere, was highly respected, but there was a quiet cruelty in his every step that made people cautious around him. He believed it was power, and maybe it was, but Jared had no need for that sort of sway.

He wanted better. He wanted a life without fear for the people around him.

So, he would go. He would dress in his Sunday's best, and try to meet Shula's eyes, and hope that he could relay in that glance that he would do anything in his power to save her from him.

She would have to be patient and he would have to be strong.



About the Author 

Arden Aoide lives in San Antonio, Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and three cats. Turn ons include men who cry during sex, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. Turn offs include mean people and trying to figure out how to write an interesting author bio.

She doesn't write about the typical men you normally read about in erotic romance novels. She likes her men brainy and just this side of manic.

She's an introvert, she loves coffee, Internet, British television, and pot stickers. And pie. She loves pie.

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<![CDATA[Release Blitz for Hell Bent by Katheryn Kiden]]>Fri, 18 Mar 2016 07:24:39 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/release-blitz-for-hell-bent-by-katheryn-kiden.html
Parties, graduation, and having the time of your life is what it’s supposed to be like when you turn eighteen, Unless you’re Isabelle Irons. For Izzy, her eighteenth birthday came with an apartment with her best friend, the stresses of running a recording company, and the biggest lie of her life. In one moment her very identity was stripped away. Everything she knew about herself was based on a lie, and those she trusted most were in fact, the keepers of that lie. 

For years Bennett Price been building up a persona. A false face to show to his fans and the world, but it’s time to shed the facade and reveal what lies beneath. When he finally takes the chance on making his life his own, the changes may bring him more than he bargained for. 

After a chance meeting in the most awkward of circumstances, on the worst night of her life, could they possibly find each other? 

Izzy may be hell bent on her own destruction, but Bennett is hell bent on making her his.

Buy Link:

Amazon:  http://amzn.to/1Pfx78I


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Katheryn was born in Maine and raised in Maine. Growing up, she was the only girl out of five children. Out of four loving, but hard-assed, brothers she has been set on fire TWICE, shot at, left her with a burning car and a five gallon container of gas, scared out of her mind every time they got behind the wheel, and has enough hilarious stories and amazing memories to fill a million books. It made her independent and every female character she writes reflects strength and independence.

Katheryn books are full of page turning suspense, humor, and enough steam to overheat your e-reader.

"There are no weak women, just weak moments."


Website: http://tinyurl.com/hozvh55
Amazon:  http://amzn.to/1R3hshl


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<![CDATA[Blog Tour for Fall: Crash #2 by Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell]]>Fri, 18 Mar 2016 07:24:15 GMThttp://wildwordywomen.com/1/post/2016/03/blog-tour-for-fall-crash-2-by-stacey-brandon-karen-bell.html
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Title: Fall
Series: Crash #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Authors: Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell
Release: March 15, 2016
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Blurb:

Liv is smart, sexy, and confident. Just ask her. She isn’t shy. Her photography business is starting to really take off, she has amazing friends, and there has never been a shortage of boyfriends. With so much to offer, why hasn’t she ever fallen in love?

Zac followed his dream and just opened his first restaurant. He is also about to marry the woman he has loved since he was in high school. He has his life right on track and couldn’t be happier.

When Liv is hired to photograph Zac’s upcoming wedding, she realizes why she’s never been in love before… She hadn’t met the right guy yet.

When Zac gets to know the photographer for his wedding, he can’t stop thinking about her. It doesn’t change his love for his fiance’… but Liv fascinates him and that scares him more than he wants to admit.

What happens when you fall for a guy that already belongs to someone else?

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Excerpt:

Excerpt #1

 

            I spin around and come face to chest with a dark blue dress shirt and gray patterned tie.  Raising my chin up, and then even farther up, I encounter the underside of a strong jawline. Clean shaven, but dark enough to suggest a razor will be needed again soon, there’s a strong cleft in the chin and I inhale sharply with recognition.  It’s him.

            Dark, thick hair tops an angular face that I itch to photograph.  That bone structure!  His warm chocolate eyes are heavy lidded and lazily sexy but the thin silvery scar bisecting his left eyebrow leaves me no doubt that it’s him.  He’s my idea of male perfection.  Even though he and I have never been introduced, this beautiful stranger has unknowingly played a starring role in many of my fantasies over the past year.

            Taking a small step back, I try to give him a normal amount of personal space.  What I really want to do is share his personal space.

            He smiles, one side pulling up higher than the other, and puts his hand forward.  “Hello.”  The deep smoothness of his voice makes me forget how to breathe.  What the fuck is wrong with me?  I don’t get nervous around guys…I make them nervous.   I’ve been told that I’m an acquired taste but I’ve always taken it as a compliment.  Who wants easy and uncomplicated? That would be boring.

            I continue standing in front of him with hands hanging limply at my side and mouth slack.  I have to accept that for the first time, I can’t think of a single thing to say.

            “Zac!” Logan booms, saving me. “I want you to meet Liv.  She’s the one I told you about.”  My best friend’s fiancé comes over, standing right next to this god among mortals and looks at me expectantly.

             I think I’m supposed to be doing something now.  What in the hell am I supposed to be doing?

            “Liv?”  Charli comes closer and elbows me hard enough to push my fog of lust away a little…a very little.

            “Damn,” I breathe out and the guys erupt in laughter.  Charli cringes but she knows me well enough that she shouldn’t be surprised.  My mom says I was born without the ability to filter my words.  My other mom is sure it’s a learned habit I picked up from her.  I feel like this is an asset.  I don’t bullshit people.

            I drag out all the social niceties my poor mom has tried to instill in me.  “It’s nice to meet you, Zac” I manage to spit out.  For my friend’s sake, I try to appear nice and normal.  Hopefully, I’m pulling it off, but when I put my hand out and it disappears into his, I have to keep reminding myself it’s not polite to ask someone you just met if you can see them naked.

            There’s a twinkle in the bottomless depths of his eyes and I find myself desperately needing to swallow.  “You too, Liv.”  He then twists to the side and pulls someone out from behind him.  He puts his arm around her.  “This is my fiancé, Sabrina.”

            Fuck me.  Of course, she is.



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Author Bio:

Once upon a time, these two hookers became best friends…

Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell both live in the same small Texas town on the Gulf Coast, are happily married and the proud Moms of awesome kids.  Stacey owns and runs a photography studio and Karen designs and sews her own children’s clothing line.  They met over fifteen years ago when they decided to turn one large professional space into a single home for both businesses.

Well, that’s all the boring facts expected to be included in an “about the author” page, right?  The reality is so much more fun.  Stacey and Karen and their families spend holidays together, travel together… and generally turn every situation into something crazy and chaotic.  They are both fluent in English, Sarcasm and Profanity and have decided the irrefutable proof of their best friend status is how often people assume they are “together” when in public.  The poor husbands are good sports about it… and might even encourage this misconception at times for sheer entertainment value.

When Karen battled cancer… and kicked its ass… in 2014, they learned to value every day and quit worrying about what others think.  Do what you love!  Karen is happy to take advantage of the situation though.  She loves to remind everyone she “had the CANCER, dammit!”   and now she can always and forever claim the last brownie ;)

Social Media Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BrandonBell.Authors/

Stacey’s Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14549764.Stacey_Brandon

Karen’s Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14549786.Karen_Bell

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/Brandon_Bell_Authors/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/BrandonBellAuthors/

Stacey’s Amazon: http://amzn.to/1UFsjAq

Karen’s Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Rodinz


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