Emma Hart has a New Series…Dirty Secret

We are so excited to announce a brand new series from NYT Bestselling Author Emma Hart!!!
Release
Date: Dec 1, 2014
Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back.
Where she’s been for the last two and half years is a
mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, she’s
back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the same time
Conner’s band Dirty B is home on a tour break.
Sofie Callahan has spent the months since her father’s death
avoiding anything to do with her home town. But with her brother in
Afghanistan, she has no choice but to return and sort out her father’s house,
even if it means facing the boy she fell in love with and revealing the reason
she left.
Conner has questions, and when his broken heart and her
guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their present is rocky,
their future unknown. Only one thing is certain:
Sofie’s daughter will change everything.
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That kid that could be mine.

I get up and let the empty bottle drop to the floor. The woods are eerily quiet, as if it can sense my anger. As if it knows the bitterness that lingers in my veins, as if it knows the burn of not knowing anything.

Like the woods, I’m left in the dark. Completely.

Branches and twigs crunch under my feet as I increase my pace to a gentle jog. And again, to a slow run. Then to a sprint.

The need to know increases with every footstep, as evenly paced as the ticking of the clock. It doesn’t matter that I’ve probably drunk too much beer to be here or that we’ve only been back for a matter of days.

I can’t be in this shithole full of memories without knowing. I can’t move on until I know. I can’t forgive her for a single fucking thing until I know—and even then, maybe I won’t be able to.

Maybe she’s unforgivable.

Instead of knocking on the back door like I did yesterday, I round the side of the house to the front door. The front room light glows softly through the curtains, but the rest of the house is dark.

My chest heaves with the exertion of my run here and I grab the doorframe to balance myself. I’m definitely too fucking drunk for this conversation, but what the hell.

I bang on the door, once, twice, again and again and again. “Sofie! Open the fuckin’ door!”

“Shut up!” she hisses, yanking it open. “The hell’re you doing here?”

I smirk, leaning against the wall. “Shouldn’t I be askin’ you that, princess?”

“Are you drunk?” Her voice rises a little at the end, and her eyes widen.

Those eyes. Fuck, those baby blues that have always undone me.

“Drunk? No. If I was drunk I’d be sitting at home like a miserable bastard and not here facing the cause of my misery.”

“You’re being an asshole. I don’t have to listen to this.”

She pushes on the door, but I wedge my foot in front of it. I let go of the wall and grab the edge of the door.

“Actually, you do.”

She can’t overpower me, and she knows it, because she lets up and the door swings open. “Why are you here, Conner?”

“You have a kid.”

She smacks her lips together. “Yep.”

“When? When did you have her?”

Sofie takes a deep breath in and presses her hands to her stomach. They’re shaking, even as she links her fingers to hide it. I can see that fucking tremble.

She whispers something but I’m too pre-occupied by her hands to hear it.

“What?”

“August last year,” she repeats, still a whisper.

August. Last year. My stomach clenches as I meet her eyes. “When? When in fuckin’ August, Sofie?”

“August fifteenth.” Her voice hitches halfway through the ‘fifteenth.’

Almost seven months to the day she walked out on me and the rest of Shelton Bay.

Adrenaline hums through my body, and I stare at her. At the tears building in her eyes, the quiver of her lips, the bob of her throat as she swallows harshly.

It’s no different from the burn in my chest, the twisting of my stomach.

“Is she mine?”

She shudders and a tear drips from her eye.

“Sofie. Is. She. Mine?!”

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult
author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful
little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she
fancies – usually wine – and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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Cover Reveal for Filthy Beautiful Lust by Kendall Ryan

 

Release Date : NOVEMBER 10, 2014
From
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Kendall Ryan, comes the third
book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series.
Pace Drake loves sex. He knows where get it, what to say, what to do, and he makes
no apologies for satisfying his needs. But when he meets single mom, Kylie
Sloan, he’s enthralled by her, and begins to question his standard operating
procedure. After all, there’s no chase, no mystery when banging a woman in a
nightclub bathroom. Kylie’s depth and determination make the sloppy, drunken
hookups that fill his weekends seem empty and shallow. She’s the opposite of the
desperate, clingy women he’s used to. She doesn’t want or need anyone to take
care of her and that only makes him want to care for her more.
Kylie’s trust in men has vanished. The last guy she was with played ding-dong-ditch-it
with her uterus and left her with a baby to raise. Now her infant son is the
only man she has time for, even if she misses sex and intimacy more than she’d
ever admit. Opening her heart up to a younger man who’s best known for
no-strings-attached sex and his casual lifestyle is probably the worst idea
she’s ever had. But Pace wants to prove to her there are still a few good guys
left, and watching the sweet way he interacts with her baby makes her want to
try…but she can really trust that his days of hitting it and quitting it are in
his past?

 

 

Filthy Beautiful Lust is the third book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series, however it can be read as a standalone novel (no cliffhanger). To understand the full growth and development of the characters, it is recommended that you begin with book 1, Filthy Beautiful Lies.

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Pace
I take a sip of the liquor
and immediately decide drinking is a bad idea. I’m already on edge and
frustrated. The alcohol will only make me obsess more. Abandoning the glass, I
sit down in a leather chair across from Colton and let out a heavy sigh.
“Tell me about Kylie.”
His gaze narrows. “Fuck
no. You and Kylie?” He shakes his head, rising to his feet. “No.
Abso-fucking-lutely not. If this is what you came here to talk about, you can
leave now.” He points to the door, his expression unwavering.
Goddamn. “You’re no
fun.” Changing my mind, I stride over to the cabinet, pluck up the glass
and down the rest of the drink. It burns like a mother fucker on the way down,
but it’ll do the trick, numbing whatever this weird sensation is inside my
chest.
“I’m serious, Pace.
She’s a good girl. She doesn’t need to get tangled up in your…ways…”
“My ways?” Now I’m
getting pissed. He’s saying I’m not good enough for her.
“Hit it and quit it.
Pump and dump. Whatever you want to call it, it’s not happening. Not with
Kylie.”
“I know that, asshole.
I wanted to take her out – like legitimately take her out to dinner. Enjoy her
company.”
He frowns at me again, that
crease in his forehead deepening. “You’re telling me you don’t want to fuck
her?”
“Don’t be a dumbfuck.
Of course I want to. But I’m just saying that I wouldn’t hit it once and never
call her again.”
“What would you do,
then? Move in? Marry her? Raise her son?” he challenges.
“I haven’t thought that
fucking far ahead. Christ.” Now I’m suddenly pacing the floor of his
office and I have no idea why. This entire exchange is stressing me out. I came
here hoping to get her number, and instead I’m getting grilled like a steak.
He’s pulling the older brother card on me like he does so often. The dick.
“And that’s exactly why
I don’t want you messing around with her. You don’t have a plan. Kylie needs a
man with a plan. Not one with an agenda that only includes getting his crank
yanked.”
I sink down into the chair,
hating this concerned older brother act.





Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.
She’s a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and reading.
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FINNCLUB Exclusive: Fractured Lines by Jen McLaughlin

FL AmazonFractured Lines by Jen McLaughlin will be releasing October 14th, but first we have some exclusive content to share. Each week, FINNClub team members will be sharing special details from the book, and series, in order to share their excitement for the new novel.

Today we have an author guest post from Jen McLaughlin explaining why she chose to continue the series by bringing in an adult title.

 

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Finn and Carrie—adult style

When I decided to write another Finn and Carrie book, I knew where I had to pick up the story. At the end of OUT OF MIND, we fast forward seven years. So if I wanted to give the readers what they wanted—which was more Finn and Carrie—that’s where I had to pick up.

To take a NA book and turn it into an adult book is (to my knowledge, anyway) not something that’s been done before. It’s a bit daunting of a prospect, but I knew that it was something I wanted to try anyway! And I have to say, it’s been so much fun to take these NA characters, make them grow up…and put them through hell all over again, so to speak, lol.

I’m hoping that by taking these younger characters and turning them into something new and fun, in a way, it can let people who haven’t experienced these characters as NA characters to enjoy them as adults. And on the flip side, it will let the readers who came along on their earlier journey experience a new side of Finn and Carrie…their mature/adult sides.

What do you think of this concept? Would you like to see other NA characters turned into adult books?

 

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The lines we once crossed so easily have widened and torn us apart…

Once upon a time I thought Finn and I would live happily ever after, but real life doesn’t always have a happy ending. He’s testing my trust, and I’m losing faith in the man I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with, and there’s nothing I do can stop it. He’s the one I trusted to keep me safe, but now he’s the source of my greatest pain…

Forgiveness is fragile, and some fractures never fully heal…

One mistake—a slip in a moment of weakness—might cost me everything I’ve worked so hard for. The thing about trust is that it’s a lot easier to lose than it is to build. Just as I’m about to give up and surrender to the demons from my past, an unexpected threat reminds me what I’m best at: protecting the woman I love. Whether or not she wants me, I will fight for Carrie and our daughter, and I will keep them safe—no matter the cost.

Even if I have to put my life and my heart on the line.

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FRACTURED LINES is now up for pre-order on amazon! If you purchase the book before its release day it will be just .99 cents! This is for pre-orders only! Grab it while it’s on sale.

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Jen McLaughlin is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy New Adult books. Under her pen name Diane Alberts, she is a multi-published, bestselling author of Contemporary Romance with Entangled Publishing. Her first release as Jen McLaughlin, Out of Line, released September 6 2013, and hit the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal lists. She was mentioned in Forbes alongside E. L. James as one of the breakout independent authors to dominate the bestselling lists. She is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.
Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal-clear water. Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal-clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, and a cat. Her goal is to write so many well-crafted romance books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.

Website: http://dianealberts.com/
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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are Back! Making of the Masks…..

You can tell I live in the land of boys because I spend my days with Angry Birds, Transformers, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT).  Our older minion decided he wanted a TMNT themed 6th Birthday party.  Most of you that know me, think I am crazy for the details but I like to just call it completely thorough.  Of course, once he made his decision, I got on Pinterest and created a board for TMNT parties.  I quickly decided that our party favors would be in a pizza box because we all know the turtles love a good pizza.  I also wanted to make mutagen (slime), nunchuks (yes, I know they are a weapon but our version is pretty soft), and masks.

This post is about my good friend Karen who made the masks for me.  I will never pretend that I have the time to do all of these things by myself and more importantly I generally lack the patience.  I’m getting better with each year that rolls by.  Karen is my “beyond useful” friend.  She is the person (well and her husband Kevin) that if there is a zombie apocalypse, I am finding them first.  She can make anything.  There is never a project she tells me “no”.  So, I sent her on a mission to make TMNT masks and here is what she found!

Searching the internet for a pattern and tutorial I was dismayed. What I found were many not so inspiring go-bys. The felt masks (which were many) did not look like a TMNT mask. Then there were the ones that used felt and elastic. These did not look good either. I decided to reinvent the TMNT mask for that b-day party.

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Yes, I bought T-Shirts to use.  It was a very frustrating search for the fabric, the right color, the right texture, the right stretchy, etc.  I was browsing the men’s clothing section in a retail store and came across the perfect material.  I cut the shirt into strips, 2 1/4″. A couple of the shirts had seams on the side, due to this and not wanting the seam in the facial area I cut the strips on the front center.

 

 

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I then went on a search for the sticky back felt. I found it in blue and red. For the orange and purple I had to use regular felt and applied permanent fabric double stick tape. The felt is used to give structure to the light weight t-shirt fabric and is soft on the face. The felt should be on the inside of the mask, not showing. It also keeps the fabric from fraying around the eye holes.

I made a paper stencil pattern and traced onto the felt with chalk. Chalk works great on this and easily wipes away.  I cut out the masks, but not the eyes yet.

 

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Here I have all my strips of material ready for the felt application.

 

 

 

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Progress, lots of eye holes, but worth it. I also used a small rolling tool to make sure that the fabric and felt had a nice flat consistent fusing.

 

 

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I applied the sticky felt to the middle of the fabric strip and then cut out the eyes. A little time consuming but way better that trying to line up eye holes on stretchy fabric and sticky felt.  (Note that my strips are the same width as the felt mask. These are for 5 and 6 year old kids. I would suggest that if you make these for older kids or an adult costume you will want to make sure it is scaled accordingly as well as the eye placement.)

 

 

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I applied all the masks to the fabric strips so that I could just continue to cut eye holes without having to stop, apply, and cut.

 

Ready for a turtley awesome birthday party!

 

 

All done and clearly the minions loved them.  Don’t mind the bad pics, hard to catch a moving target!

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Next up, nunchuks!

Outlander…my new guilty pleasure!

images-4If you haven’t read the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon then you are missing out. These books are monsters…usually 800 or 900 pages but once you start, you can’t stop. In August, when there is absolutely nothing to watch on TV, STARZ released the TV series based on the series Outlander. I’m hooked…addicted…can’t get enough of it. I could watch the episodes again and again.

The Starz Channel has not had many shows that I thought had a high production value. I was worried that they wouldn’t get the background scenes and actors right for this much loved book series. Much to my surprise, the writing is superb, the actors are excellent and the production sets are unbelievable. You can literally feel the coldness and harshness of the Scottish highlands through the television.

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This book series has a bit of science fiction, a ton of Scottish history (and the Gaelic which is hard to follow in the book and on TV), and lots of romance. The show is brilliantly paced to the point that it is driving me insane. I can’t get enough of Jamie and Claire but if you read the books, the show is right on par.

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We are almost through Season 1 and we learned that Season 2 is a green light. Please tell me we don’t have to wait for too long! I am a believer in this show and recommend it to all Gabalon fans but also tell people who haven’t read the book, check out the series and then go get the book!

Bang Bang by Rachel Van Dyken is here! I love this series!



He was my best friend. 
Until he became my enemy. 

All within the span of one night. 




Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang. 



The rapid fire of gunshots became the soundtrack
to my life. 



This is the Mafia. Lines are blurred. Choices
are never black and white. And the life you thought you knew is… one giant
lie. 



He was dead. 



And I didn’t want his life to be in vain, so I
tried to make something of myself. I tried and failed. 



Now he’s back. Alive. And he wants something… 



Me. 



Nobody ever said the mafia played fair. 



Welcome to The Family. 


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I wanted his lips
more than I wanted my next breath, but how long before those lips were taken
away? How long before my heart would get ripped from my chest a second time? I
almost didn’t survive the first — I knew I wouldn’t live through the second.
With a jerk I
pulled back and slapped him across the face. “How dare you!”
Ax swore and hit
the steering wheel. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed—”
“Assumed, what?” I
yelled. “That I wouldn’t be completely pissed off? That I wouldn’t be
shattered!” My voice wavered. “Totally wrecked forever because I’ve been
mourning the loss of my best friend for five damn years only to find out he’s
very much alive and suddenly wanting to play the white knight?” My body started
to shake. “I died that day!”
Ax’s face twisted
with pain. “Amy, I had to protect you… at all costs I had to protect you.”
“Your protection
broke my heart,” I whispered.
He sighed, running
his hands through his hair before answering. “Ames, sometimes what’s the best
for us — is exactly what hurts the most.”
I refused to look
at him. Instead I looked down, down at my bare legs, at the outfit I’d almost
paraded about in before a crowd of horrible drunk men in order to make money. I
wasn’t the same girl he’d left. I was damaged in the worst way. Because by
saving me, Ax had taken away all purpose from my life. When I thought he’d
died, my only goal was to live because he hadn’t.
And now? Now the
shame of my situation was crippling.
Foster care kid.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
And completely and
utterly alone. Abandoned, even by my best friend.
“Five years, Ax.
And now you come for me…” I licked my lips. “I’m not vain enough to think it’s
because you can’t find anyone to warm your bed at night, and I’m not confident
enough to think it’s because you missed me so much you just couldn’t stay away.
What do you want?”
“You.”
“Try again.”
He swore and looked
away. “It doesn’t have to be like this. Had I known you were in this position—”
“What?” I snorted
then bit down on my lip to keep from crying. “You would have driven here
faster? You would have rescued me sooner? Pitied me more? Take your pick, Ax.
Now tell me the truth. Don’t start off this new-found relationship with a lie.”
He was silent for a
while then whispered, “You have something I need.”
“A brain?”
Ax’s smile nearly
took my breath away “Besides that.”
I pressed my lips
together and looked out the window at my dark and cramped apartment. “I have
exactly one stuffed animal from my old life, the one you gave me when I was
six. I have a Polaroid picture, a toothbrush, enough clothes to get me through
a week and a half of living, a hairbrush, two elastic hair bands — Do you see
where I’m going with this?” I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. “I have
nothing you need, let alone want. Believe me.“
Ax studied my face,
his expression softened as he said, barely above a whisper, “Let me be the one
who decides that.”
I looked away.
“Don’t do that,
Ames,” he murmured. “Don’t shut me out.”
“Five years, Ax.” I
looked straight ahead. “Five years where my tears were the only thing keeping
me company at night. I think you lost the right to tell me what to do.”
He swore. The car
door opened. I gasped as humid air filtered in. “What are you doing?”
“Getting out of the
car.” He shrugged and gestured at the building. “Going into your apartment and
packing you up. We’ll stay at a hotel tonight.”
I snorted. “My
apartment not good enough for you?”
“No.” He pulled a
gun from his jeans, thumbed off the safety, and held it out in front of him. “I
just hate getting woken up in the middle of the night with gunshots ringing
out, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” I gulped,
my eyes still trained on the gun.
“Guns don’t hurt
people… people do,” Ax said softly. “Remember that.”
“I do.” I met his
gaze. “Because in the end, it wasn’t the gun that broke my heart — it was you.”





Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street
Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances.
When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and
plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir
Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing
journey at
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