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Title: LoveLines

Author: S. Walden

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 25, 2014

~Synopsis~

Arrive to work at 7:58 A.M. sharp. Check. Count forty-seven steps to cubicle. Check. Arrange pens in their red-blue-black-green-purple order of importance. Check. Apply hand sanitizer before opening email. Double check.

And that’s just the first few minutes of her work day.

Thirty-one-year-old proofreader Bailey Mitchell is a slave to her tics. She inherited Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder from her father, and it’s done nothing but inhibit her love life. She’s run the gamut of boyfriends—none of them willing or able to cope with her condition.

Enter 32-year-old Reece Powell, her new coworker at Beach Elite Marketing Firm. He’s more than willing to cope. He finds her habits cute and quirky . . . for now. Reece wins her over, and life coasts along for them until Bailey experiences a devastating blow. Tragedy exacerbates her OCD, and Reece realizes her tics aren’t so cute and quirky anymore. Just like all the others, he has the choice to leave.

But Reece isn't like all the others.

The Wilmington Saga

Follow the stories of Wilmington, NC residents as they fall in and out of love, mend and break hearts, grow, change, lose, win, and experience what it means to truly live in this small coastal community.

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~Excerpt 1~

“Annie!” I squealed, running and scooping her up before she had the chance to escape. I rained kisses all over her face. She was clearly confused, but she seemed to like it. The evidence? She dropped her doll and squeezed my neck.

Erica stared at me through narrowed eyes. “No one, including me, likes my children that much. What is going on?”

Annie giggled on cue, like she understood her mother’s words. I laughed outright.

“Your momma’s silly, isn’t she? Isn’t she?” I asked, poking Annie’s sides.

“Oh my God, who are you?” Erica demanded. “Where’s my BFF who promised me she’d never have children so I could live vicariously through her? I swear to God if you’re pregnant…”

“Calm down,” I said over the top of Annie’s head. She twisted in my arms signaling she was over my show of affection. I placed her on the floor beside her discarded doll. “How would I even be pregnant?”

“Sex. It’s called sex,” Erica replied. She finished folding the last of Little Noah’s shirts, then tossed it in the laundry basket.

“Don’t say s-e-x in front of the baby!” I chided.

“B, she doesn’t know what sex is.”

“She’ll repeat it.”

“Who cares?”

“Oh, so you want to be the mother with the kid who knows the bad words?” I asked.

“Bad word?” Erica asked, laughing.

“You know what I mean,” I said. “You want to be the mother who all the other mothers gossip about? Like about how bad your parenting skills are?”

Erica placed her hand on her hip. “Yeah, I do. Fuck ‘em. Fuck all those mothers. Fuck their playdates and mommy groups and fucking Melissa and Doug puzzles. Fuck their running strollers and baby couture and breastfeeding advice. Fuck their—”

“ERICA!”

“What?”

I looked down at the floor, but Annie was gone. She’d walked away somewhere, no doubt the kitchen since that seemed to be her favorite place to play.

~Excerpt 2~

My phone beeped some time around 6:30 A.M. the following morning.

Reece: We need to talk about that kiss. When can I call you?

I couldn’t read the tone. Who can ever read tones in text messages and emails anyway? My instinct, though, was to lean toward the negative. (Hey, I had a history to back it up.) I immediately thought the worst: He doesn’t like me. He doesn’t want whatever happened at the theater to go any further. I’m a bad kisser.

I glanced at the time: 6:31 A.M. Oh, what the hell? He was obviously awake.

“Reece?” I said hesitantly into the phone.

“Bailey!” he replied. “Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to wake you. That’s why I texted. I thought maybe you turn your sound alerts off at night. I’m sorry if I woke you. I’ve just been up all night. I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to call you yesterday, but I thought maybe I should leave you alone for a day or two. But then it just drove me crazy all day, and then I didn’t sleep last night. I think I mentioned I didn’t sleep. And I kept thinking about you and the theater and . . .”

I grinned from ear to ear as I listened to Reece prattle on about how he couldn’t get me out of his mind. Silly Bailey. And you thought you were a bad kisser!

“Reece?” I interrupted.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I talking too much? I have a problem with that. It’s something I’m working on. I talk more when I’m nervous—”

“Reece!”

He went silent.

“I wanted to call you yesterday, too,” I said.

He sighed into the phone. A happy sigh. “Really?”

“Yes. I nearly did, but then my sister called and wanted me over at our parents’ house last night. She needed to make an announcement and whatever. It’s not important,” I said.

“What announcement?” Reece asked.

“Oh, about how she’s getting married,” I said dismissively.

“That’s pretty cool.”

I grunted. We fell silent.

“I’ve been thinking about you nonstop,” Reece admitted.

“Really?” I asked. I wanted to confess the same thing, but I wasn’t sure it was wise for girls to be so transparent. I’d already initiated the first kiss. That was as far as I’d go.

“Oh, yes,” Reece replied. “I . . . I know we aren’t supposed to date.” Brief pause. “But I want to.”

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~About the Author~

S. Walden

S. Walden used to teach English before making the best decision of her life by becoming a full-time writer. She lives in Georgia with her very supportive husband, who prefers physics textbooks over fiction and has a difficult time understanding why her characters must have personality flaws. She is wary of small children, so she has a Westie instead. She is the USA Today bestselling author of Going Under. When she's not writing, she's thinking about it.

She loves her fans and loves to hear from them. Email her at swaldenauthor@hotmail.com and follow her twitter feed at @swaldenauthor.

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Promo Post and Giveaway: The Line that Breaks by JM Miller

~Synopsis~

*This is the follow up to The Line That Binds*

While searching for answers involving Stockton Estate's stone well, Ben Shadows and LJ Wayde discover one truth: the curse is real.

Unfortunately, that truth has LJ facing the same fate that's been tied to her bloodline for generations. The curse has given her the ability to help others conquer their greatest weaknesses, but it comes with a torturous price. As the rush of helping people starts to outweigh the pain of the consequences, LJ moves toward acceptance. She considers it a gift and a possibility to make up for the way she treated people in her past.

Ben pushes on to find an end to the curse despite LJ's reluctance. With reasons linked to her Aunt Janine's memory loss, Ben fears the real consequences are far worse than LJ's current symptoms. His love for her drives his need to protect her, even if it means hiding the next piece of the well's mystery.

When LJ finds what Ben has kept secret, she may never forgive him.

Will he lose her heart before he can save her mind?

**Recommended mature YA for mild language and mild sexual content.**

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~Excerpt~

Prologue:

November, 1864

Tonight was the last night.

Dahlia pulled on her jacket and stepped into the darkness. The air nipped at her face and fingers, but she pushed on, knowing this would be the last night she knelt before the well.

The moon hovered low on the horizon, giving just enough light to guide her across the still property. Winter was close. Color had fallen from the trees and the sun was setting earlier every day. Travel would be harder now, harsher, making the possibility of finding a new home more difficult. Nevertheless, it wasn't enough to dissuade Dahlia from leaving. The only thing that worried her now was how the Stocktons would treat her servant mother after she had gone. Mr. Stockton had passed last month, which meant Charles, with some guidance from his mother, was now in charge of the estate.

Dahlia stopped in front of the well and gazed up to the mansion like she had every night for weeks. Noticing a dim light in the farthest of the upstairs windows, she crouched low to hide. It was Charles' office, not his and Sarah's bedroom. Unfortunately, Dahlia knew which bedroom was theirs most of all─it could've been hers. In the weeks following the wedding, she'd been called upon to help clean their house. Their room. Every time she had to change the blankets on their bed, it made her physically ill. Thoughts of their lovemaking charged her mind. They ripped at her heart every day and haunted her every night. But they also fueled her anger, and kept her coming back to the well.

Seeing no movement within the lit room, she decided to continue. She stayed low and twisted sideways to keep an eye on the window. Digging into her pocket, she removed a thin iron pick. Its rounded tip had been worn close to its base. Her palm gripped the cool metal and its grooves settled into the cuts already etched in her skin. She located the final area of stone then started to scratch.

Hours later, after the last letter was done and her hands were raw and bloody once more, Dahlia read the words aloud and rubbed her hands over the stones. She thought of him as she spoke. Thought of him lying in her bed. His lips caressing hers. His promise for forever.

This was her promise to him and she was certain it would last longer than his had.

It would surpass their lifetimes.

Letting the pick fall to the ground, Dahlia turned toward the house again. A silhouette stood at the window, darkened by the dim light at its back.

It was him.

Charles.

She stared at his figure, knowing he was looking at her too. For one weakened moment, she longed to see his green eyes, taste the breath of his kiss, and feel the comfort of his arms again. Warm tears rolled over her icy cheeks, waking her from the spell.

He'd made his choice.

It wasn't her.

So she walked away from the well, leaving the darkened figure behind and never looking back.

~About the Author~
JM Miller

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J.M. Miller first discovered her love of writing in high school where she penned poetry for extra credit in English class and even braved

the anxiety of an open-mic night at a local coffee shop. Life soon followed, with a couple of careers, marriage, and a baby. The urge to write again came not long after her daughter’s birth, this time calling for more than a few lines in a messy composition notebook.

She is a military spouse, and a veteran herself, who finds inspiration in the people she’s met and the places she’s lived and traveled.

J.M. Miller first discovered her love of writing in high school where she penned poetry for extra credit in English class and even braved the anxiety of an open-mic night at a local coffee shop. Life soon followed, with a couple of careers, marriage, and a baby. The urge to write again came not long after her daughter's birth, this time calling for more than a few lines in a messy composition notebook.

She is a military spouse, and a veteran herself, who finds inspiration in the people she's met and the places she's lived and traveled.

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Promo & Blog Tour Post: Black Box by Cassia Leo

BLACK BOX

SYNOPSIS

♥ Three fateful encounters....
♥ Two heart-breaking tragedies....
♥ One last chance to get it right.

From New York Times best selling author Cassia Leo, comes an epic love story about rewriting destiny.

Over the course of five years, Mikki and Crush cross paths on three separate occasions. Their first encounter changes Mikki's life forever, but their second meeting leaves them both buried beneath the emotional wreckage of a violent attack. Mikki is left with more questions and grief than she can handle, while Crush is forced to forget the girl who saved his life.

Now nineteen years old, Mikki Gladstone has decided she's tired of the mind-numbing meds. She books a flight to Los Angeles to end her life far away from her loving, though often distant, family.

Twenty-one-year-old Crush has always channeled his blackest thoughts into his music, but he's never had great aspirations. He decides to fly to Los Angeles to record a demo of the only song he's never performed in public; a song he wrote for a girl he doesn't even know: Black Box. He has no expectations of fame and he's never felt like his life had any purpose... until he meets Mikki in Terminal B.

When Mikki and Crush cross paths for the third time in Terminal B, neither has any idea who the other person is; until they slowly piece together their history and realize that fate has more in store for them than just another love story.

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~EXCERPTS~

Black Box

 Chapter 6

Mikki

(Excerpt)

The club is tiny and very dark, but it’s warm; and not just because the heat is working. Something about this place feels … safe.

We sit down on some stools at the bar, which runs almost the entire length of the narrow room. I take off my coat and lay it across the stool next to me and Crush does the same.

“When Jimmy gets here, he’ll make you the best damn martini you’ve ever had.”

“This place has the best music and the best martinis? Sounds like heaven.”

“It is,” he replies proudly.

We sit in silence for a moment; just long enough for the dark anxiety to start building inside me again. I begin thinking of how I almost freaked out in the alley a few minutes ago and wondering when my craziness is going to be too much for him to handle.

The alley.

Don’t think about it, the voice inside my head shouts. But, on any given day, my thoughts vary between a leaky faucet and a fire-hose of negativity, drowning me or just annoying the hell out of me until I’m forced to do something to make them stop.

“What are you thinking?” Crush asks, and suddenly I notice that he’s holding a crushed penny in his hand; actually, he’s rubbing the penny between his thumb and forefinger.

“Do you think saving someone’s life cancels out taking another person’s life?”

He looks horrified by this question. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said. If you kill someone, can you erase that sin by saving someone else’s life?”

He drops the penny onto the bar. “Why would you ask me that?” I wait for him to pick up the penny before I reply.

“Look, it’s just a question. No need to freak out. I didn’t kill anyone.”

“That’s not what I was implying.” He shakes his head. “Just excuse the minor spaz-out. The answer to your question is no. I don’t think saving someone’s life cancels out killing someone else.”

He casts his eyes downward after he says this; a sure sign that he’s lying or he’s hiding something. “Have you ever killed anyone?”

****

Black Box

Chapter 8

Crush

(Excerpt)

Staring into Mikki’s green eyes, I swear I’m looking into my own. She’s hiding something from me that I haven’t quite figured out yet, but I’m positive it has to do with her trip to L.A. There has to be a reason someone as skittish as her decided to have coffee with me rather than go home when her flight was canceled. And there’s definitely a reason greater than curiosity for the question she just asked me.

If it weren’t her asking, this would be the point in our conversation where I begin to suspect her of being an undercover cop or journalist. But it is Mikki. And something about this girl tells me she’s not here to find out what happened in a dark parking lot three years ago.

“That’s a trick question,” I reply. “If I tell you I’ve never killed anyone, then you’ll think I’m a good guy and you’ll stay, because even though it’s not a very exciting answer, it means you’re safe. But if I tell you I’ve killed someone, you may find it intriguing or frightening. Either way, intrigued or scared, you’ll probably try to get the fuck away from me, and I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

She smiles as she looks down at her fingers, which she’s tapping on the surface of the bar. “That’s a real suave way to dodge the question. It also sounds like something a murderer would say.”

“Really?”

She looks up and meets my gaze again. “Who did you kill?”

I pause for a moment as I try to figure out where she’s going with this conversation. Then it hits me. “Do you want to die?”

“What?” she asks, shaking her head far too adamantly. “That’s … that’s a stupid question.”

“Why is it a stupid question?”

“Because,” she snaps at me. “It’s just stupid. I don’t want to die.”

She continues to look down at her hands, which are still trembling as she fidgets with her silver thumb-ring. I get an urge to grab her hand again, to stop the trembling and fidgeting, but I don’t.

“I’m sorry. I guess that was kind of a stupid question. I was just wondering why a pretty girl like you would hang out with me when you could be at home in your warm bed with your pjs on. Or out with your friends … or your boyfriend.”

She finally chuckles. “So, accusing me of wanting to die is your way of avoiding my question or is it just a really messed-up way of asking me if I have a boyfriend?”

“It’s just me being a total dick. And … do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.” She looks up and fixes me with a steely glare. “Most guys don’t appreciate a girl who’s crazy and also doesn’t put out.”  I’m not quite sure how to respond to this statement. It’s probably best to change the subject or reach for a joke. “Yeah, I know how you feel. Most girls don’t appreciate a guy who can cite Shakespeare and won’t put out. Actually, I think that’s a line from Macbeth.”

Her glare melts into a reluctant smile. “You’re not a total dick.”

“Still not putting out.”

****

Black Box

 Chapter 8

Crush

(Excerpt)

I successfully manage to get her to slow her downward slide into Crunksville by asking Jimmy to switch us to tap beer, which he cuts with a little club soda. Then I keep her talking to keep her mouth busy. Soon, three hours have passed and we’ve only had three more beers. Unfortunately, with the lack of food, she’s looking pretty loose as she leans over the bar with the side of her head propped up on her fist.

“And that’s the tragic story of why my dad gave Bradley away when I was six.”

She’s just spent the past twenty minutes telling me the story of her dog Bradley Snickers, a chocolate Labrador Retriever. The only pet she ever had.

“You took your dog for a walk on thin ice to see if it would hold you both?”

“I’m not saying it wasn’t a stupid thing to do, but I was only six years old. I think my dad may have overreacted just a little.” She guzzles the dregs of beer in her glass and looks up at me, her eyes unfocused and a bit teary. “I loved that fucking dog. It was the only thing I ever loved. I would never have purposely hurt him.” I reach up to brush a piece of hair away from her eyes and she smacks my hand away. “Don’t touch me. I didn’t say you could touch me!”

“Sorry. I – I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, just don’t do it.” She chuckles a little after she says this. “That’s what my mom used to say to me when I got in trouble and I tried to apologize for being bad. She’d say, “Don’t apologize; just don’t do it.” Like it’s that easy to always do the right thing.”

“Mikki?”

“What?” she snaps at me as she slides her empty beer glass away so she can rest her head on top of her arms.

“Where are you staying tonight?”

She heaves a deep sigh as she closes her eyes. “Don’t know. Right here seems just fine.”

Jimmy raises his eyebrows as he pretends to be busy popping the seeds out of the lemon wedges he just cut. I can’t help but watch her face with a bit of awe. Even with her black hair, her lip ring, and the tattoos on her fingers, she looks so sweet and innocent. I feel strangely protective of her, like I should tell Jimmy to buzz off. She can spend the night wherever she wants. Can’t you see she’s broken?

I can tell by the shiny bit of drool accumulating at the corner of her mouth that she’s already beginning to fall asleep. I take a risk and reach for her. Gently grasping her arm, I give it an easy shake. She doesn’t flinch this time.

She groans softly and her eyelids flutter open. “Sorry. I didn’t sleep last night.”

“Maybe we should get you a room so you can get some rest.”

She pushes herself up from the bar and blinks a few times. “If you try anything I’ll kill you,” she mutters, reaching for her purse. “And I don’t mean that figuratively. I will actually murder you. I have nothing to lose.”

“Not if I kill you first.”

****

Black Box

 Chapter 8

Crush

(Excerpt)

I nod and ask Jimmy to get another round of dirty martinis ready. “How do you like that martini?”

She picks up the martini glass and guzzles down the rest of the drink, leaving the olive at the bottom. “Delicious.” She grabs the other glass that Jimmy just set down in front of her and takes another long swig. “Definitely the best martini I’ve ever had in Boston.”

“Have you ever had a martini in Boston?” I ask, then I guzzle the rest of my first martini so I can keep up with her.

“Not nice, young lady.” Jimmy chides her and she lifts her martini glass to him.

“Still the best,” she declares, then she finishes martini number two.

Jimmy throws me a brief glance that probably means, Where’d you find this one? or, Am I gonna have to eighty-six her at eleven a.m.?

“Maybe you should eat a little something before you transform into a walking dirty martini. All you had was half a muffin.”

“The bottom,” she clarifies, looking at Jimmy. “I’m not hungry.”

“I make a pretty mean green olive and maraschino cherry kabob,” I reply, and Jimmy lifts the condiment tray onto the bar.

I grab a toothpick and stack two olives and two cherries, then I hold it out to her. Her face looks a little gray as she shoots my concoction a look of disgust.

“I said I’m not hungry. You eat it.”

I pop the toothpick into my mouth and pull it out clean. The bitter brine of the olives hits me first, then the cloying sweetness of the cherries. I take my first chew and it all explodes into a squishy mess in my mouth.

“That’s disgusting,” she remarks.

I gulp down the rest of my shit-kabob and Jimmy shakes his head as he sets a glass of ice water on the bar for me to wash it down. “Yeah, but it got you to stop jonesin’ for a martini for two minutes.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m more of a beer girl, anyway.”

“You and I are going to get along very well.”

“I thought we were already getting along pretty well.” 

~About the Author~

Cassia Leo

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo grew up in California and has lived in three different countries. She loves to travel and her dream is to one day score a record deal based on her awesome shower singing skills. She is the author of the Shattered Hearts series (Relentless, Pieces of You, Bring Me Home, Abandon) and the Luke and Chase series.

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~Synopsis~

Book Three in the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series by S.E.Hall, Entice can be read following Emerge, Embrace and Entangled (novella) or as a stand-alone.

Sawyer Beckett does everything full throttle— he’s fiercely loyal to his friends, always the life of the party and impossible for the parade of women in and out of his bedroom to forget.

Surrounded by true love and happily ever afters, Sawyer's not sure if he's enhancing the what-ifs in his head, or if the goddess on stage that night really is worth the search and nagging in his chest.

At the most inopportune moment possible, Emmett Young comes "skipping" back into his life...and for the first time, Sawyer is the one left wanting more. But Emmett can't give her heart; it's already committed—for life.

The only one strong enough to bring the elusive playboy to his knees is the one he can't have. Luckily, Sawyer Beckett doesn't give up easily.

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Sighing, I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door, ready to try and be at least a level of cordial I know is only right. “Listen, can I-“ “She’s gone.” I look up, startled by Laney’s voice and shocked to see her sitting on my bed. Thank God I put on a towel. “Where’d she go?” “Home I guess,” she shrugs, “I didn’t ask. I heard the front door slam and got up to see what the hell. Since you’re here and she’s not, I’m assuming it was her.” How did I not hear the door slam? Not that I would have chased her. “Alright, she left. But what’re you doing in here?” She stands, grabbing some shorts off my floor and throwing them at me. “Go put those on and we’ll talk. Since I’m up,” she shoots me an evil glare. I head back in the bathroom to change, and stay in there, locking the door. I am over six feet tall and lift almost every day, and yes, I’m scared to face Laney. Not only is she a hellcat when she wants to be, but I don’t want to see the disgust or disappointment in her eyes. She’s one of my best friends, even more so after becoming roommates, and her opinion means a lot to me. “Get out here,” she yells when she finally realizes I must be stalling. “Take it like a man.” Well, I might as well go out or she’ll undoubtedly come in here, kicking in the door or taking if off the hinges in what I have no doubt would take her less than five minutes. I open it and she pats the bed beside her. “Come sit down. We’re doing this now.” I hesitantly take a seat beside her, my knee bouncing as I wait for her to speak. “First, and of the upmost importance, you know I call my father ‘daddy.’ So hearing your visitors scream it repeatedly in the middle of the night freaks me out. I wake up thinking I’m in some bad Lifetime movie.” Fighting my smirk I agree. "Okay, got it." "Second," she stands and tucks a pillow between my headboard and the wall, "leave that there." She once again sits down beside me. "School and game nights, booty call curfew is eleven. That work for you?" "Yeah," I sigh and run my hands along my head, wishing I had some hair to pull. "It won't happen again Gidge, I'm sorry." She places a hand on my shoulder with a small smile. "Don't be sorry, this is your house too and we hadn't talked about it. Now we have, so we're all good. Any rules you want to put in place?" "Nah, I'm easy." "Made crystal clear by the parade of women coming in and out of here." She laughs and scoots away quickly, ducking the pillow I grab and swing at her head. “Speaking of which, been busier than usual lately. You trying for Guiness or Gonorrhea?" Here we go - what she really wants to talk about.

 

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S.E. Hall

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S.E.Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading.

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Review: Tainted by K.A. Robinson

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Part One: Facing My Demons
Drake lost everything the day Chloe walked away from him. Feeling angry and hurt by her abandonment, he dives deeper into his cocaine use. Each day becomes a struggle for him. After his band is picked up by a recording studio in Los Angeles, things go from bad to worse. What happens to a man who has lost everything he ever truly cared about?

Part Two: Learning to Love Again
When Drake showed up on Chloe’s doorstep, begging for forgiveness, she couldn’t turn him away. To Chloe, loving Drake is like breathing and she couldn’t bring herself to let him go again.

But what happens next? Follow Chloe and Drake as they learn to forgive and heal together.

Will Drake’s fame get in the way of their happily ever after? Or is love enough to keep them together?

The epic conclusion to Drake and Chloe’s story.
















Brittany's Review

4.5 Stars

Characters- The characters fit perfectly with the storyline especially the band members. I love Chloe and Drake together!
Plot/Storyline- This is the 3rd book in the Torn series and it's broken down into 3 parts. I understand why K.A. did that I thought it was something different. The plot follows Chloe and Drake where book 2 Twisted leaves off and also the few months before and after that.
Steam Factor- HOT!!!! Drake is scrumptious ;)
Cover- I think my mouth fell open when I saw the cover. YUMMY! Definetely reminds me of Drake except for the hair.
Cliffhanger- NOPE! This is the beautiful end to their journey.
Overall- I am so happy that their was a third book to Chloe and Drake's story. This book really ties up all the loose ends from Twisted. I'll say it again, how much I loved the breakdown of time and parts in this book. I felt that I had better closure with each part as I read it and could officially move on with their story.

Reading the first part of the book was difficult only because Drake is on such a low. I felt so bad for him but then I was SO angry with him too. My heart ached for Chloe because she had a to make such a hard decision knowing how much she loved Drake. Everything just goes downhill after Chloe makes her decision and it gets pretty dark and depressing. Drake and the band Breaking the Hunger get an offer they can't refuse with a record label in LA. Even though Drake is trying to "self medicate" he wants to make his and the bands dream come true and win Chloe back.

Time flies in LA and the band is on fire with recording songs for their new record until it all comes crashing down due to Drake being out of control. Thankfully, Drake gets the reality check he needs an finds help in more ways than one. I loved getting to this part because finally the REAL Drake was back. The sexy, confident, smart ass was back and I knew he was determined to get Chloe back too. The reunion for Chloe and Drake was so cute and sweet! I loved how mad Amber was for Chloe!!

Part Two takes over 3 months later and Chloe has decided to move with Drake and go on tour with the band in LA. Drake knows he has to regain Chloe's trust and prove to her that he is a changed man.    During the long drive to LA, Chloe and Drake get to rekindle everything they lost over the past several months. It was very touching and beautiful. They both had to face a lot of demons in their past and we really get to learn a lot about Drake and his parents. They also are trying to take things slow in their relationship HAHA! So you feel all the sexual tension between them but don't worry, K.A delivers in that department and it's so incredibly HOT!

In the end, Chloe and Drake finally settle into their life in LA and they do hit a few bumps in the road especially with Drake and the band trying to make it big. Chloe is trying to adjust to the fame and Drake just wants Chloe to be happy. Their is a little bit of drama thrown in especially with Drake's manager Brad but Drake is not afraid to put him in his place. The ending is so sweet and not what I expected but I'm so glad that it did happen that way ;)

Part 3 was short but beautiful! It was the perfect ending to their story and I'm glad it was 7 years later so they actually had time to enjoy each other. I'm sad this is the end of their journey but I will always have a special place in my heart for Chloe and Drake. Thanks K.A. Robinson for this awesome trilogy and for keep us wanting more! XOXO




Favorite Quotes:

"There are things that people try to forget. It's not that they don't want you to know, it's just the simple fact that they don't like to think about it."


"He had every part of me-my heart, my soul, and my body. So yes, I was always vulnerable when it came to him. I tried to calm my racing heart as he started kissing me again."


"Life was always so fucking hard, and I'd refused to deal with it. I always found a way to make me forget-drugs, women and finally Chloe. I didn't accept anything. I evaded."


"He ran his tongue between my breasts and then slowly down my stomach to where my sleep shorts were sitting low on my hips. He used his teeth to slowly pull them down, and I lifted my hips to help him. When they were gone he pulled off my underwear next. I felt the impulse to cover myself, but I didn't. I loved him and I wouldn't let my shyness get in the way of our healing or the awesome sex that was about to happen."


Purchase this book:

Kindle~http://www.amazon.com/Tainted-Torn-K-Robinson-ebook/dp/B00I10V104/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=8-1&qid=1391744626

Nook~http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tainted-ka-robinson/1118231168?ean=2940148186731

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~Purchase Books 1 & 2~

Book 1: Torn

Torn: Book 1 in the Torn Series

Book 2: Twisted

Twisted: Book 2 in the Torn Series