For the love of the game.
Brandon Chase has always defined himself by one thing: football. Tough and athletic, he is a great college player who enjoys the hard hits and the sweaty grind of the gridiron. But when Brandon is injured, only one person can help him get back on track-a forbidden love he’s desperately tried to put behind him.
Alec Andrews has never quite forgiven Brandon for walking away when their friendship turned into something more. But he can’t deny help to one of his closest friends. As the two spend the long, hot summer working together, their old attraction comes flooding back.
Now as Alec thinks about coming out to his conservative family and Brandon considers revealing he’s a gay football player, the two men must be strong to fight for a love that could be the greatest rush of their lives.
“Devastatingly relevant, engaging, sexy, and ultimately heroic. Rush is the kind of book that will keep you reading late into the night.” -J.H. Trumble, author of Don’t Let Me Go
Book Heaux Rating: 5 Stars
So, Male/male books are my new guilty pleasure I Absolutely loved this storyline! Alec and Brandons need to be with each other dripped off of every page. I found myself desperate for these two to be together… And now I want more of them. This is the first Nyrae Dawn book I’ve ever read, certainly won’t be my last!
Saint Ford has worked hard to achieve her childhood dream of becoming of nurse. Focused on her work and devoted to her patients, there’s no room for love. She doesn’t need a guy making waves in her calm, serene life—especially when he’s the unforgettable hottie who nearly destroyed her in high school. Dark, brooding Nash Donovan might not remember her or the terrible pain he caused. But he turned her world upside down . . . and now he’s trying to do it again.
Saint has no idea that Nash isn’t the cocky player he once was. Uncovering a devastating family secret has rocked his world, and now he’s struggling to figure out his future. He can’t be distracted by the pretty nurse he seems to meet everywhere. Still, he can’t ignore the sparks that fly between them—or how she seems so desperate to get away from him. But the funny, sweet, and drop-dead gorgeous Saint is far too amazing to give up on—especially since she’s the only thing in his life that seems to make sense.
When Nash discovers the truth about their past, he realizes he may have lost her heart before he could even fight for it. Now, Saint has to decide: is Nash worth risking herself for all over again?
Book Heaux Rating: 4 Stars!
There’s nothing I love more than being completely in love with a book series. Marked Men is definitely one of the series that I absolutely love. Not do I always love the new boys that I meet, but it also gives me the opportunity to check in on the other boys that I love. Jay Crownover has the remarkable talent of developing her characters so well that you become completely invested in their story. Nash is a beautiful story, just like the other Marked Men, Nash knows just how to love a woman and accept her for everything that she is. With every book I think that Jay won’t be able to create the same magic, but she always does! I can’t wait to read Rowdy’s story!
Release Date: 6/9/2014
Synopsis: What would you do if you’ve lost everything? If the reason you woke up in the morning no longer existed? If life dealt you a blow so devastating that something as simple as breathing was just too painful, how would you find the strength to go on?
Nicole Miller was happy, busy with her family and her dream job. Life was perfect. When tragedy struck, she succumbed to her devastating loss and crumbled under the heavy weight of her despair. She didn’t know where to find the strength to keep going.
Divorce Attorney, Shawn Burns had seen too many destroyed marriages to believe that happily ever after actually existed. By avoiding commitment, he remained aloof, and most importantly, unattached. Nicole, Shawn’s old college friend, is the only woman that he would ever be willing to give his heart to, but she was married to someone else…
Some friendships survive under stress. Some do not. Can Shawn, provide the healing balm for his friend’s soul? Will Nicole ever be able to find hope, forgiveness, or love for her desolate heart?
Here is the link to her prologue: http://wp.me/p4unx4-8
Seven Days Earlier
I was on my third circular pace around the living room. Every few steps, I stopped and took a look at my watch. The moment I had been dreading for the last few weeks was rapidly approaching, and with every passing minute, the sinking feeling in my stomach worsened.
Snap out of it, Nicole, you’ve had two weeks to prepare for this. I tried my best to pull it together as I walked over to the steps leading to the second floor of my house.
“Jax, are you ready?” I yelled, shooting a nervous glance to the wall clock. I could hear movements and fumbling coming from my ten-year-old son’s bedroom, before he finally responded in a strained little voice, “Yes, Mom, I’m fully dressed and waiting. All I have to do is put on my shoes.”
My eyebrow raised and I let out a doubtful, “Ha!” I heard the words from my son, but I didn’t believe them. Jax being fully dressed without my constant nagging and threats of video game privileges being taken away seemed virtually impossible. He was too easily distracted. I was willing to bet a pretty penny that when I entered his room, he would still be in his underclothes staring off into space, entranced by something silly.
On a normal day I would let him be, but today wasn’t a normal day. It was the first day of a court-ordered visitation schedule that allowed my estranged husband, Jaxson, to take our son every other weekend, alternating holidays, and half of the summer. As I considered the circumstances, I shook my head in complete and utter disgust. My life had become a shit show.
I had been confident in the bond I’d shared with my husband and the depth of our love. I’d believed in the vows that we took before God, our family and close friends. And, above all else, I’d been positive that Jaxson felt as strongly as I did about bringing our son up in a stable, two-parent home. Jaxson Senior and I were high school sweethearts; we met in English class, I had been sitting in the corner minding my own business when he approached me.
“Hey, Nicole, did you finish the reading assignment?” he asked randomly.
I was shocked; we sat next to each other for two months and never uttered a word to each other. I didn’t even think he knew my name. “I did, and I also saw the movie version a long time ago, so I’m ready for the test.”
Jaxson let out a long sigh. “I didn’t get to finish it. Do you think you could give me a quick rundown? Enough information so I can wing it on the essay questions?”
I saw the desperation in his eyes. “Yeah, sure,” I replied kindly.
“Oh my God, thank you so much. I really want to get an A in this class. I’m trying to keep my GPA high,” he exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” I said with a smile. This was how it began; this was my first encounter with the man that would eventually change my life forever. We connected over the last two chapters of “Of Mice and Men.” We became good friends after that day, and weeks later, he asked me to be his girlfriend.
Our parents weren’t thrilled about us being serious at such a young age. They believed that fifteen-year-old children should be focused on school and not relationships. We convinced our parents that dating wouldn’t interfere with our schoolwork and asked for a chance to prove that we could handle both. With every passing semester, Jaxson and I stayed true to our word, and continuously made the honor roll. Soon our parents became more accepting of our connection, and granted us opportunities to go on unsupervised dates. With a few rules of course; no closed doors allowed, no getting home after dark, and absolutely no sleepovers.
Although Jaxson was a very attractive guy with many girls vying for his attention, he was surprisingly inexperienced when it came to girls. We were each other’s first everything. First love, first kiss, and on Valentine’s Day, right after my sixteenth birthday, Jaxson booked us a hotel room for the day and we had sex for the very first time. It had been perfect. And like most horny teenagers, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other…in private that was.
By senior year, we had a stack of College acceptance letters along with many scholarship opportunities. It seemed as if our biggest hurdle would be finding a way to stay together while attending separate universities. Boy, were we wrong. Our plans came to a screeching halt when I found out that I was pregnant.
Our parents were devastated, because their two children, who had so much promise, were becoming parents at a time when they should be in College. This time was distressing to say the least. Our parents sat down and talked. They decided that they didn’t want us to become statistics.
When the baby was born, his grandparents stepped up to the plate and offered help with Jaxson Junior, or “Jax” as we called him. With the outpouring of financial aid and childcare support from both of our families, Jaxson and I were able to attend College fulltime and obtain Bachelor Degrees. After I crossed the stage to collect my degree, Jaxson greeted me in the aisle down on one knee, with Jax perched on his side, asking for my hand in marriage.
We overcame the odds and became very successful professionally, both obtaining a master’s degree. I opened the At Risk Teen Center for girls at risk of becoming teenage mothers, and Jaxsonbecame Vice President of a Foreign Currency Exchange Firm.
We were legally separated now, after five years of marriage. It had seemed that in a few short weeks, our marriage went from happy and strong, to miserable and completely unhealthy. Jaxson constantly picked fights with me and stormed out of the house at all hours of the night. To this day, I still don’t understand why. Then one day, he stood in the middle of dinner and announced that he was moving out.
As I ascended the steps, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My outward appearance was still the same; mocha-colored skin, curvy, tightly curled hair, and uniquely colored eyes. However, inside I felt hollow and broken. I was a twenty-eight-year-old, soon-to-be-divorced single mother. I let out a derisive chuckle and shook my head.
When I made it up to Jax’s room, I saw my baby boy sitting on the edge of his bed looking out the window. My heart melted. The sight of my son could bring me back from the depths of despair and make me feel complete. I rounded the bed and said, “Hey, baby boy, is everything okay?”
His worrisome look made me frown. I pulled him up into a big hug and he laid his head on my stomach, squeezing me tight. When I felt the brush of Jax’s hand in my hair, I knew for sure something was bothering him. Ever since he was a few months old, Jax found comfort in running his fingers through the silky curled strands of my hair whenever he was distressed.
“What’s the matter, baby boy? Are you not happy to see your dad today?” I asked. Jax shrugged one shoulder and gave me a pained look. “I don’t know.” His little voice was so soft I could barely hear it.
I furrowed my brow. “What’s wrong? Tell me,” I insisted. Then I pulled him over to his bed and made him sit on my lap. Jax took a deep breath and continued running his small fingers through my hair. “I’m excited to see Daddy, but I don’t want you to be sad and lonely, Mommy. I know you will miss me.”
His words sliced right through my heart, and I squeezed him tighter. Jax was absolutely right. For the next three days, I would miss my son with every fiber of my being. Jax had kept me company every day since Jaxson left. We talked about our days, did grocery shopping together, watched movies, and grabbed bites to eat. Most nights, Jax even slept in my bed. Although his assumption was correct, I didn’t want him worrying about me. As much as I hated to admit it, Jax needed to spend time with his father. I put on a brave face as I spoke to my son.
“I will miss you, my love, but you’re coming home on Monday. That’s only three sleeps away. I’m okay with it, and I’m happy you’re spending time with your daddy,” I said as I gently kissed his cheek.Jax gazed up at me, trying to figure out if I meant what I said. I offered him a reassuring smile. “Now come on, let’s get your bag. The sooner you leave, the sooner you come back. I just need you to make me one promise,” I said, as we both stood and made our way toward the door.
“What’s that, Mommy?” Jax asked curiously.
“Don’t grow too much this weekend; I won’t be able to handle it if you came home on Monday with a mustache and a deep voice.” Giggles filled the room and I leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead, before we continued down to the front door.
I became overwhelmed with dread as we waited on the steps for Jaxson to show up. Occasionally, my mind would conjure thoughts of this all ending happily. Maybe Jaxson would approach me, begging for forgiveness and ask to come back home. I shook my head, silently reprimanding myself for thinking such nonsense. The man I married disappeared a long time ago and there was no way in hell I would let the stranger who replaced him back into my life, or bed for that matter.
Five minutes later, Jaxson pulled up in a brand new BMW x5. I shook my head in utter disbelief and mumbled under my breath, “Flashy idiot.”
I gave Jax another huge hug, a few more kisses, and sent him off to his father. Jax moved toward the vehicle. Then I noticed a falter in his stride. Concerned, I went over to see what was wrong. When I glanced into the car, I instantly knew what the problem was. There was a girl who looked no older than twenty-one sitting in the passenger seat. Unbelievable! Is this guy for real?
Frustrated, I turned towards my son. “Jax, wait in the house while Mommy has a quick talk with your dad.”
Jax seemed disappointed. Unfortunately, he had experienced many fights between us, and could sense when one was about to happen. He hated it when we argued, but knew there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Usually when we fought, he would leave the room and head to the nearest television.
When Jaxson saw his son walk back into the house, he got out of the car and walked onto the sidewalk. “Is there a problem, Nicole?” he asked intimidatingly. “I don’t have time for your games.”
I shook my head in disbelief. Wow. No hello, no good morning, nothing? It was hard to believe that this was the man I was once in love with. I pulled myself together and answered Jaxson with equal aggression.
“Yes, Jaxson there is a problem! Today is your first visit with our son, and you brought a woman with you,” I yelled.
He smirked and slowly shook his head. “Let’s not make this about our son, Nicole. Let’s call a spade, a spade. You’re jealous because I’ve moved on so quickly.” He let out a smug chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. “I knew this would happen.”
The look on his face pissed me off and I flew into a rage. “Jealous? What is there for me to be jealous of? I could care less about what you do with your life, Jaxson. Unlike you, I’m only concerned with our son and who or what he is exposed to.”
His chuckle turned into a jeering laughter. Deep, from the pit of his stomach. “Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “You probably thought I would come here suggesting we get back together. Sorry, cakes, I’ve got a new younger girl now, and the three of us are going to spend the day at the Country Club. As a family.”
His words hit me right in the pit of my stomach. Somehow I was able to hold onto my dignity and not burst into tears. I decided to ignore the rest of the crap spewing out of his mouth. “I just thought you would use your head. It’s too soon to introduce our son to your new toy. Most people don’t introduce their kids to someone unless they’re serious about the person, Jaxson.”
Jaxson’s stance shifted to one of pure dominance and manipulation. “Look, Nicole, this isn’t up for discussion. It’s my time with Jax and I get to spend it with him however I see fit. If you have a problem with this then you need to take it up with the judge the next time we go to court,” he snarled.
His words left me feeling crushed. Because the visitation was court mandated, I had to abide by the law, and not my gut. At least for now. Without any further argument, I went inside to get Jax. When I walked through the front door, I saw Jax sitting on the couch watching The Cartoon Network. My first instinct was to lock the front door and tell Jaxson to and leave my son and me the hell alone. But that would only amplify this already horrible situation.
“Baby, you’re still going with daddy and his friend,” I said reluctantly.
Jax seemed confused and his voice shook as he spoke. “Mommy?” he whispered.
“Yes, baby,” I replied.
“Is that lady Daddy’s new girlfriend?” he asked unhappily.
His question made my blood boil. I was enraged that Jaxson wasn’t answering these questions. As usual, the burden was on me. “Yes, baby, the lady in the car is Daddy’s new girlfriend.”
Jax’s shoulders slumped when he heard my words, further breaking my heart. “So does that mean he has a new family now? What about us?”
I took in a sharp breath, fighting back the tears that threatened. “Don’t worry about us, sweetie, we will be fine. Everything will be fine, but if you need me at any time this weekend…don’t hesitate to call me, okay?”
He nodded but I could tell he wasn’t very happy. I didn’t feel comfortable sending Jax away in such a sad mood; I knew I had to perk him up a little bit before he left. I kneeled down to Jax’s eye level.“You know what? I know exactly how to fix this,” I said thoughtfully. His eyes brightened with curiosity in what plan I had up my sleeve. “I’m going to get you your own cell phone today,” I said excitedly. “So we can call and text each other any time we want when we are not together.”
Jax jumped up and down with delight. “Oh! Mommy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” he exclaimed. “I know exactly which phone I want.”
“Oh yeah? And what phone might that be?” I asked fascinated.
“Can you get me a Samsung Galaxy Note?” he asked with a huge grin.
“Oh Jesus, I’ll see Jax, but I honestly don’t think you need something so extravagant,” I said, running my hand through his curly hair.
Jax started to convince me of all the pros of getting him a fancy phone, but I cut him off.
“I’ll think about it, baby boy. I don’t want you to keep your dad waiting. Remember what I said. Call me if you need me, and I will see you Monday. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mommy,” Jax said and smiled.
I gave him one more kiss on the forehead, and got a quick whiff of his hair as he headed out of the door. Before he was out of my eyesight, Jax said one more thing, “Mom? Can you at least get me a phone that I can play Candy Crush on?”
I smiled, nodded, and with that he was gone.
From the New York Times Best Selling Author of the Accidentally On Purpose trilogy…
“You were born to be mine and I was born to be yours.”
Donya Stewart’s chest filled with the soft beating wings of butterflies when she first met Emmet Grayne’s green eyes at the ripe age of five. Unable to identify the tugging pressure within her when in his presence, Donya moved through the first several years of her life addled by her feelings for the boy who was her best friend’s brother, and very much like her own sibling. But one cool autumn night in her mystifying teenage years, Emmet erases any ideas Donya has of him being anything like a sibling.
Donya and Emmet, unable to deny the invisible cord that fetters them together on an incredibly visceral level, begin a long journey on a road abounding with challenges, hurdles, and destructive forces. Their love for one another is absolute, and the emotional link between them is strong, but when they make a series of painful decisions and mistakes that pull them apart, the strength of that tether is challenged.
Donya’s career as a model took her around the world and away from Emmet who was working hard for his law degree. When Donya makes a hard decision for both of them, the tether between them stretches beyond what seems possible.
“The tether contorted and quivered and groaned in protest.”
Happy endings aren’t always a guarantee, even for two people who were born into this world for each other. With age comes maturity and hindsight. Will Emmet and Donya have to live apart and with the consequences of their choices? Will the link between them bring them together or prove to ensnare them in heartache?
If you are in search of an angst-filled romance novel, get tied into Tethered…
Book Heaux Rating: 5++++ Stars
Holy mother of God, This book knocked my shoes, socks and pants off. Seriously! It was everything I could’ve asked for and so much more. L.D Davis really outdid herself this time. I was sucked into this story from the very first word and wished that I didn’t have to work or do anything but read this. Donya and Emmet frustrated me like no other couple before me had. But, when the love is strong and it’s real, this is to be expected. We all know L.D knows how to write drama and sex, but who would’ve thought she could be so angsty? She’s definitely the kind of author I would 1-click without even reading a synopsis. I just wish more people knew about her, she’s a damn good author. Keep up the good work woman!
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We can’t wait to read this!
I sat in the front row of the church with my left hand locked tightly into my mother’s, my right hand locked tightly into my best friend’s, and a small book tucked under my arm. I listened intently as person after person stood to read scriptures or offer words of comfort. Each person stopped in front of me, dabbed their red, swollen eyes as they gave me hugs and kisses, and offered me condolences. Like a robot, I automatically thanked each and every one of them and smiled as best I could.
My mother stood and approached the podium. She gave a beautiful eulogy; she summarized the ten short years of her grandson’s life better than anyone else could, including me. She told a few stories about the love between my sweet boy and me. Some even I had forgotten. She broke down a few times as she spoke…
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When Bree Prescott arrives in the sleepy, lakeside town of Pelion, Maine, she hopes against hope that this is the place where she will finally find the peace she so desperately seeks. On her first day there, her life collides with Archer Hale, an isolated man who holds a secret agony of his own. A man no one else sees.
Archer’s Voice is the story of a woman chained to the memory of one horrifying night and the man whose love is the key to her freedom. It is the story of a silent man who lives with an excruciating wound and the woman who helps him find his voice. It is the story of suffering, fate, and the transformative power of love.
THIS IS A STAND-ALONE NOVEL. The first three books in the series need not be read to enjoy this book. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Book Heaux Rating: A Gazillion STARS!!!!
OK, so the first thing you need to do is… GO BUY THIS BOOK!
Just like every other book by the lovely and talented Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice blew me AWAY! This book is unlike any other book you’ve read or will read. AND if you do end up reading a book similar to this in the future… That Author learned from Sensei Mia! This book was so good that I got pissed at my family when they tried to pull me away from it. I didn’t want to cook, clean, or sleep.. I just wanted to read more about Archer and Bree.
Archer is unlike any other book hero you’ve ever met. Which was good for me because I’ve just about had enough of the filthy rich, playboy, alpha-male.
Archer’s story is touching, Bree’s story is touching and together they make a new story that’s just…. Beautiful.
“I had his heart, and his thoughts, and him. And it was more than enough. In fact, it was everything.”
So beautiful that I tried to talk Mia into keeping Archer between her and I… I didn’t want to share him! LOL!
But, in the end we both agreed that there was enough of him to go around 😀
Not only is Archer hot!
“I had never seen at 8 pack, but there it was, right in front of me. I guessed that even slightly strange, silent hermits weren’t exempt from exceptional physiques.”
But he’s diabetic coma inducing sweet
“What I know, is that you walked through my gate that day and I lost my heart. But not because it could have been any girl-because it was you. I lost my heart to you. And Bree, in case you’re wondering. I don’t ever want it back.
And knows just how to love a woman.
I decided that I was more interested in focusing on the great privilege I’ve been given in having you at all.
Doesn’t he sound perfect to you ladies? Because he does to me. Have a seat on your throne Queen Mia! You deserve it!
More about the Author
I’m Mia Sheridan and I’m an avid reader, and now writer! of romance and erotic novels. I live in Cincinnati, Ohio with my husband who is a police officer and my biggest fan (not necessarily in that order). We have four children here on earth and one in heaven. When I’m not sitting on my couch with my head buried in my Kindle, I can be found writing or doing anything creative from building a patio, to sewing pillows. The wild hairs I get know no bounds. Leo is my debut novel, but my head is swimming with more…
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