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Renegade, by Heather DahlgrenBrooklyn Adler has the life she’s planned for. Job, house, and boyfriend – in that order. It’s a boring, routine life where there are no surprises and nothing is spontaneous. It’s safe, it’s mundane and she’s fine with that. Crosby Fitzgerald, better known as Fitz from the band Renegade, has a life he never planned for. Popularity, women and success – not always in that order. Everything he does is spontaneous and exciting, because life is worth living to the fullest. A chance meeting with Brooklyn and Fitz alters both of their worlds – ensuring neither will ever be the same.
Forever Marked
Marked Series; Book 1
Published: August 19, 2015
Published by: Jesse Lorenzo
Blurb:
At only 23 years old, Ellora’s life is turned upside down. She captures the unwanted attention of a dangerously ruthless man who’ll stop at nothing until he possesses her. Haunted by nightmares of the brutal attack she barely survived, Ellora flees the country desperate to hide. But the longer she runs the deeper his obsession grows.
Behr is a hard working bachelor whose life is stuck on repeat. That is until a beautiful stranger stumbles into the local pub and into his heart. Even though he is immediately drawn to her raven black hair and deep green eyes, he knows she’s hiding a secret. One he’s determined to uncover.
Can Ellora stay safe in this small harbor town?
Or has the twisted game of cat and mouse just begun?
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Ellora raced down the hallway as fast as her legs could carry her. Dread gripped her when she heard his heavy footsteps pounding on the hardwood floors behind her. His powerful presence echoed around the eerily empty house. It didn’t matter how fast she ran; he was always right on her heels.
Her body quaked violently when she made it to the stairs. If she couldn’t make it out of there, she’d never survive. Reaching out, Ellora gripped the railing with both hands and used the leverage to fly down the steps. He thundered down after her. The smell of his rancid panting breath snaked its way over her shoulder. The stench stung her nose. Ellora risked looking back, finding his large black eyes, vicious with a murderous rage zeroing in on his prey. He was close enough to grab her.
Her heart hammered inside her chest painfully as it worked hard to push her broken body to its limits. Her ears throbbed as he screamed out her name.
Oh my God, this is it. He reached out… And…
Ellora shot upright in her bed, crying out. Her weary body trembled violently as the all too real images continued to torment her. She swiped at her tear-stained cheeks with weak hands.
Unspeakable memories played out in her mind, gripping the sheets tighter, Ellora curled up into a ball and sobbed. After what felt like an hour, the emotionally wrecked girl stumbled out of bed on shaky legs.
“I might as well stay up,” she mumbled to herself.
There was no point in trying to go back to sleep with her heart still pounding the way it was. She sauntered over to her large opened window, glancing out at the breathtaking view along the harbor. Ellora watched as the sun came up casting pink hues through her pale yellow curtains.
The rising sun, a bright burnt orange, looked as though it was climbing right out of the sea. The frothy waves gently rolled to shore, still cold looking from the long winter months. The peaceful rhythmic motions calmed her erratic heart.
Ellora tore her eyes away from the dark blue waters, seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, glancing down at the large man walking out of the pub one floor below. It was Behr.
He stopped mid-stride on the sidewalk, deep in thought. After a few moments, he turned and looked up at her window. He seemed shocked at first, seeing her looking down on him. Behr’s eyes warmed over, a big beautiful smile lit up his features as he took her in.
Lifting his hand in greeting, the large man winked at her flirtatiously. Ellora felt brave enough to openly stare at him from the safety of the second story window. Whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not, Behr was a magnificent man to look at.
What was she going to do with this burly guy who’d barged into her life? She couldn’t wait to find out.
Beyond Redemption
Marked Series; Book 2
Published: February 29, 2016
Published by: Jesse Lorenzo
Blurb:
What happens when malicious acts change your path in destiny?
Giddeon Cane has become blinded by his obsessive need to find the twisted monsters who've destroyed his life, and exact his wrath.
An unexpected and devastating revelation throws him back into his painful past. Tormented by sins that can never be forgiven, he breaks down and comes face to face with an Angel.
Determined to pull Giddeon out of the darkness where he dwells, Eva fights to give him back his future, a future she desperately needs to be a part of.
Will Giddeon choose the revenge he's fought so long for?
Or will he choose the Angel who seeks to redeem him?
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Behr rose to stand, the soft light from the lamp posts on the pier outside trickled through the window, illuminating beautifully around his immense and imposing frame. His keen eyes explored the exquisite beauty that lay sprawled out… waiting for him.
Clutching a fistful of fabric, Behr pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. When his eyes found hers, he was astonished when longing burned hot and bright in Ellora’s eyes. She gazed up at him in the most intimate and vulnerable way, that expression nearly pushed him over the edge. He wanted her in the worst way.
Behr dragged his pants zipper down its track, letting them fall open in a painstakingly slow fashion, as if testing her level of comfortability, but succeeded only in heightening the tension. It hung thick and heavy in the air between them.
There he stood in all his glory, wearing nothing but the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, putting to shame any statue ever carved of the powerful Roman gladiators. Ellora’s heart pounded inside her chest in anticipation as the bed dipped under his impressive weight as he crawled his way over to her.
Hovering over his raven haired beauty, he carefully gauged her reaction to his close proximity. Seeing his hesitation, Ellora pulled him impossibly close, desperately needing to quench the overwhelming need to have his arms wrapped around her.
Behr ran his work-roughened hands up and down her quivering back, trying his best to sooth her. “I’m right ‘ere, love. Always right ‘ere by your side. Nothing can keep me from you. I’m yours for the night.”
Dalton waited until he was sure they were both completely asleep. He crept out of the shadows of his hiding place. He had been waiting there for the last few hours, watching, biding his time, to finally catch a moment alone with Ellora… waiting for the bastard to leave.
His intention was to act upon every fantasy he’s clung to since arriving in this town. Dreaming of doing exactly what that deplorable man was lucky enough to do right now. Dalton’s need to feel her soft body pressed against his, to savor her full lips, made his need to take her escalate to unbelievable heights.
His blind obsession with this girl clouded the reasonable side of his brain. Dalton had an overwhelming craving to slit the bastards throat while he slept for touching her, but the thought of staining her porcelain skin with his repulsive, filthy blood stopped him from going through with the task.
He would enact Behr’s inevitable downfall soon enough. He would come to Ellora on another night. the next time, he would definitely be alone with her. The smell of her delicate perfume beckoned to him, drawing Dalton closer to the Vulnerable young girl.
Dalton needed to taste her lips before he left. He needed this. Just one caress from her delicious mouth and he’d leave. The snake crawled out from the protection of the shadows and inched his way closer to her sleeping form. He stalked across the old wood surface until he hovered over her bed.
His sinister smile grew as he stared down at her tempting body. That smile faded when his eyes adjusted on the ingrate’s arm wrapped protectively around the woman who belonged to him. Dalton kneeled down, settling a mere inches from her face.
“Soon, my love. Soon I will feel the heat of your body wrapped tight around mine. Soon, you will be mine…”
About the Author:
Jesse Lorenzo (formerly Lady J) is a romantic suspense writer and author of The Marked Series. Her debut novel, Forever Marked, released in August of 2015 and the rest is history.
She was born and raised in Central New York. This is where she met, fell in love with, and married her husband, in what can only be described as a whirlwind romance. Together, with nothing but the clothes on their backs, they forged an adventure across the country to sunny Arizona.
Now, Jesse spends her days raising her three beautiful daughters, and two fur babies... Her nights belong to writing and the creation of exciting new worlds.
Self proclaimed coffee connoisseur, lover of all book genres, camping, shooting, and all things outdoorsy.
First of all, read this if you haven't yet, you can find it HERE. And then you can have a look see at these screen shots taken of her interaction on IABB today: Before I go on, I need to give props to Chip Davis... who is totes awesome. We already knew this prior to these shenanigans, but I felt the need to point it out again. Sofia said I needed to take a picture... so here is one of me reading the blog post. I know, I am damn sexy. J. Hooligan's response to LisaYou probably do not know me, but that is okay. Because as a follower of IABB confessions, someone who volunteers to help out on the blog and page, and a person who does whatever she wants, I have taken it upon myself to reply to you anyway.
An important thing to note... you were not banned because of the horse/mule thing. It was because you were making IABB an unplesant place and people were very umcomfortable with you. Now, T could have let you continue spewing your hatefilled comments... or she could have done something to benefit more people. In this case, it was to remove the negative... AKA you. Continuing on... yes, you do have the right to free speech. Say whatever the hell you want, whenever the hell you want. Thing is, nobody is obligated to listen to you. IABB is NOT government run. You being banned does not infringe on any of your constitutional rights. You are allowed to be an asshole as much as you want, and IABB is allowed to think you are an asshole and remove your access to their awesomeness. Another point I wanted to bring up. I don't know if you are aware, but posting on facebook is not the same as publishing a book. People are not expected to write properly. Slang is used in common talk, which is the preferred method of communication when speaking with peers. IABB is not a business, it is a community. Nobody is required to speak professionally there. You being unable to move past that does not make you look smarter than the other people. It makes you look like an asshole. Being unable to have an arguement with someone without name calling or nitpicking grammar rules does not make you look intelligent. It makes people cringe and feel uncomfortable being around you. In case you haven't yet figured it out, you are not welcome on this blog. Please go ahead and insult or complain about us as publicly as you would like. Me and the other members of this blog will stand by our defense of IABB and the decision to have you removed.
Title: Declan Reede: The Untold Story
The Complete Series
Author: Michelle Irwin
Genre: New Adult/Sports/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: August 12, 2016
Blurb
As high school sweethearts, Declan Reede and Alyssa Dawson didn’t always see eye-to-eye. Especially when it came to his dream of being a driver in the ProV8 series. When he’s offered the chance at the career of his dreams, Declan straps himself in for the ride regardless of the cost. Older, but not wiser, Declan is on the path to becoming a racing legend. Only, regret haunts him around the track and threatens to send him off-course. When a chance encounter offers the opportunity to correct his mistakes, Declan must learn to manage the curves if he wants to claim the ultimate prize. Experience Declan’s complete story. Includes the RONE-nominated novella “Decide” and an exclusive bonus novella “Decode”. Purchase Links 99c AMAZON US / UK / AU B&N / KOBO / iBOOKS Excerpt
My list of things I needed to do before I left grew with every passing second. I realised I would definitely need my passport, so I’d have to hunt it down. The last time I’d used it was the team trip to Bahrain, but the trip back home had been a bit of a blur and I struggled to remember where I’d put my passport after that. I ran downstairs to check in the study, and saw my passport on the desk next to my old answering machine. The sight made me pause.
It was a relic of the days when I’d first moved to Sydney and was no longer used. It wasn’t even plugged in to the phone line anymore. All it was good for now was storage. With everything running circles through my head, it would be dangerous to listen to a single message, but I couldn’t help myself. With a deep breath that hurt like a motherfucker, I steeled myself and pushed play. “Hey, Dec. I hope you don’t mind your mum giving me this number, but I need to talk to you. Call me. Please?” Alyssa’s voice filled the room. Even though she started strong, her words were teary at the end, especially as she added her quiet plea. The recording wasn’t the first time she’d tried to call—I didn’t have those early ones. Instead, it was from after I’d first moved into something slightly more permanent than Morgan’s spare bedroom, a little over a month after I’d arrived in Sydney. I didn’t know why I kept it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to delete it. I frowned as my finger hovered over the delete button. She’d moved on anyway, why should I keep her old messages? Before I had a chance to act, the next message started. “Dec, please. I need you to call me.” Her tone was harsher, but still filled with sorrow and the weight of expectation. “What happened to you always being my friend? To you always having my back? I need—” The message cut off as I yanked the machine off the desk, pulling the plug on the power with the movement. With Alyssa’s tear-filled voice echoing in my ears, I hurled the answering machine across the room, turning away before it smashed against the wall. She’d moved on from that—moved on to smiles and races with another man. “Fuck you, Alyssa,” I said to the empty house. Maybe I didn’t have her to keep me company, but I had something better: I had my wet bar. Screw the doctors and their no alcohol with the pain medication rules.
Author Bio
Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page. Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.
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Title: Declan Reede: The Untold Story
The Complete Series
Author: Michelle Irwin
Genre: New Adult/Sports/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: August 12, 2016
Blurb
As high school sweethearts, Declan Reede and Alyssa Dawson didn’t always see eye-to-eye. Especially when it came to his dream of being a driver in the ProV8 series. When he’s offered the chance at the career of his dreams, Declan straps himself in for the ride regardless of the cost. Older, but not wiser, Declan is on the path to becoming a racing legend. Only, regret haunts him around the track and threatens to send him off-course. When a chance encounter offers the opportunity to correct his mistakes, Declan must learn to manage the curves if he wants to claim the ultimate prize. Experience Declan’s complete story. Includes the RONE-nominated novella “Decide” and an exclusive bonus novella “Decode”. Purchase Links 99c AMAZON US / UK / AU B&N / KOBO / iBOOKS Excerpt
My list of things I needed to do before I left grew with every passing second. I realised I would definitely need my passport, so I’d have to hunt it down. The last time I’d used it was the team trip to Bahrain, but the trip back home had been a bit of a blur and I struggled to remember where I’d put my passport after that. I ran downstairs to check in the study, and saw my passport on the desk next to my old answering machine. The sight made me pause.
It was a relic of the days when I’d first moved to Sydney and was no longer used. It wasn’t even plugged in to the phone line anymore. All it was good for now was storage. With everything running circles through my head, it would be dangerous to listen to a single message, but I couldn’t help myself. With a deep breath that hurt like a motherfucker, I steeled myself and pushed play. “Hey, Dec. I hope you don’t mind your mum giving me this number, but I need to talk to you. Call me. Please?” Alyssa’s voice filled the room. Even though she started strong, her words were teary at the end, especially as she added her quiet plea. The recording wasn’t the first time she’d tried to call—I didn’t have those early ones. Instead, it was from after I’d first moved into something slightly more permanent than Morgan’s spare bedroom, a little over a month after I’d arrived in Sydney. I didn’t know why I kept it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to delete it. I frowned as my finger hovered over the delete button. She’d moved on anyway, why should I keep her old messages? Before I had a chance to act, the next message started. “Dec, please. I need you to call me.” Her tone was harsher, but still filled with sorrow and the weight of expectation. “What happened to you always being my friend? To you always having my back? I need—” The message cut off as I yanked the machine off the desk, pulling the plug on the power with the movement. With Alyssa’s tear-filled voice echoing in my ears, I hurled the answering machine across the room, turning away before it smashed against the wall. She’d moved on from that—moved on to smiles and races with another man. “Fuck you, Alyssa,” I said to the empty house. Maybe I didn’t have her to keep me company, but I had something better: I had my wet bar. Screw the doctors and their no alcohol with the pain medication rules.
Author Bio
Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page. Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.
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