I'm living the dream. I'm the starting wide receiver for a Big 12 college football team. I have a full ride scholarship. On paper, I have it made.
Just one problem with that, though, it's someone else's dream.
Now I’m bridled with rules and curfews stuck in a classroom when I would rather be back home, working at my brother’s custom car and motorcycle shop.
To top it all off, she's back in my life. The one girl that turns me into a total dumbass.
And she wants nothing to do with me.
Hannah
I'm finally in college. I'm exactly where I want to be. Free of my religious father. Well, for the most part. I'm living my life the right way, and if I fall out of line, I always have my dear friend Rachel right there to correct me.
But then everything changes when I see him again. The man that makes me brave and cowardly all at once.
I know deep down I need to keep him away, but he’s just not taking the hint. He sees it as a challenge.
And I know Lucas Monroe never backs down from a challenge.
*Unbridled is a New Adult Romance novel that contains mature content and is not suitable for anyone under 18.
***Although, Unbridled is technically a part of the Monroe Series, Luke and Hannah's story can easily stand alone. ;)
Tyler Andrews, Olympic swimming superstar, has always gotten his way—until he falls in love.
Living in the spotlight was just part of Tyler’s life. Magazines, paparazzi, and being the topic of every sports radio show in Australia…it was either adjust or be driven insane. He’d gotten used to his fame. Hell, he even enjoyed it. But there is one thing he can’t get used to—his girlfriend, Ava Jacobs, hates being the center of the public’s attention.
Ava has lived her life in the shadows—and that’s exactly how she likes it.
But after fulfilling her lifelong dream to have her debut novel published, her world is turned on its head by Tyler’s fame. She writes novels for a reason—it’s a quiet, peaceful profession. The last thing she wants is to be thrown into the spotlight.
Love and life don’t always fit as well as fame and fortune.
Frustrated by Ava’s continuous reluctance to publicly embrace their relationship, Tyler takes every opportunity to make his own declarations—social media posts, visiting her at work, and even crashing her first television promotional appearance, which she grudgingly accepted as part of her publishing deal.
So when something changes and Tyler abruptly pulls away, Ava knows something is terribly wrong.
With Olympic selection looming, Ava’s publisher eagerly awaiting a sequel to her hit novel, and day-to-day life taking a toll, Tyler starts to see that life is much easier in the pool than…
Rebecca, one of four kids to her parents who are both primary school teachers, was born in Wollongong on the south coast of Australia before moving to the country with her family. After a few years of embracing all that country life had to offer, the family relocated to Port Macquarie with its white sand beaches. After a brief period enjoying the sun and the surf they finally settled in Canberra where Rebecca still lives today. But all through her childhood a notepad and a book where never far away. These days Rebecca is an avid reader, and when she isn’t buried in a book or cheering on her beloved football team she’s spending time with her husband Robert and their overly spoilt dog Levi.
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Brantley Cage is a standout D-man on Great Lakes University hockey team. Now that his dream of signing with the Detroit Red Wings has come true, his goals for senior year are simple: Work hard. Score big. Stay away from love.
And then he meets her. There's just one problem. She's the sister of his best friend, and he’s been warned that she’s off-limits…
Cassie Rivers is a musician desperately in need of a do-over. Leaving the past behind, she transfers to GLU in search of something, or someone, that inspires her.
And then she meets him. Her brother's best friend and teammate. But according to the Bro Code he's supposed to be off limits…
You’ve heard what they say about forbidden fruit… One taste is more addictive than one of them is ready to admit. Will he keep skating away from love? Or has this player finally found his Jersey Girl?
Raul was abandoned by his parents and hurt by the one person he loved most in the world on the same day. So he has on rule. Don’t get involved. That strategy worked really well until Sam showed up. Sam is recovering from a humiliating break up. But he has a goal to build his dream house. The last thing he needs is to fall in low again.
Sam and Raul struggle as jealousy and daily stress take a toll and threaten to destroy Raul and Sam’s future.
About The Author
Catherine Scott writes romantic suspense novels and M/M romance. “When You Least Expect It” is her debut novel and the first in the Great Expectations series. “Later than Expected” was her second novel in that series. The Men of the G-Spot series is a M/M romance spin off with Raul, a character first introduced in “Later Than Expected” as the central character and focus of book 1, “You Never Know.”
Catherine grew up in the Chicago area. She fell in love with the Southern Illinois region while attending university where she studied psychology and special education. Catherine has taught the best kids in the world for more than 15 years. Catherine lives in Kentucky with 3 dogs and the love of her life. She loves to travel and is obsessed with All Blacks rugby.
ღ(¯`v´¯)Blog Tour.`•.¸.•´ ★Farewell Apathy¸.•´.•´¨) ¸.•¨) Jenn Hype(¸.•´(¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`* ღ #SassAuthorFarewell ApathyThe world is a scary place, even when you know who you are, where you come from and most importantly, who your enemies are.So imagine how I felt when I woke up inside of Mayford Mental Institution, strapped to a bed in a dark, empty room with no recollection of how I got there. Try to picture having no family or friends to help you try to remember and adjust to a totally new life.If only my problems stopped there. If only I didn’t have someone trying to torment me at every turn. If only my life didn’t become more and more complicated the more I started to remember.It started out okay enough - my friend-turned-psychiatrist Mark found me a job and a place to live. My neighbor Keegan took me in under her wing and helped me adjust. Wyatt, a dark, brooding and dangerously sexy new tenant moved in a week after me, taking on the task of reminding me what blinding lust feels like.What goes up, must come down, and as soon as life starts to feel like something I can handle, the gravity of my messed up life yanks me right back down on my ass. Kind of crazy how quickly you can go from being completely apathetic about your unknown future, to fearing that your future might not even exist at all….Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1WHpAYsAmazon US https://amzn.com/B01F5MCN0MAmazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01F5MCN0MiTunes http://apple.co/1QppDkdGiveawayshttps://www.facebook.com/jennhype/photos/a.439840862869339.1073741829.439053322948093/537406376446120/?type=3&theaterhttps://www.facebook.com/jennhype/photos/a.439840862869339.1073741829.439053322948093/536874739832617/?type=3&theaterExcerptWithout opening my eyes, I already know I’m somewhere unfamiliar. Something wide that feels a lot like leather is currently wrapped tightly around my ankles and wrists. Why does every inch of my body ache? Even my hair hurts. My fingers twitch from the instinct every human is born with; the one that makes you want to rub your injuries in an attempt to soothe the pain. Only my hands remain strapped down, which makes that instinct turn into agony.One eye blinks open at a time, my lashes crusted together and my corneas drier than the Sahara. If the room weren’t pitch black, I know my retinas would be running for their lives, because it takes zero time for my eyes adjust to the darkness. I’ve been in the dark a while, it seems.Just how long have I been strapped down like this? It feels like someone took a razor blade to my tongue and then stuffed my mouth full of cotton. I can’t even pool enough saliva to swallow, so it’s no surprise that when I try to call out, the only sound I make is a hoarse whisper.Anger, fear and confusion team up with each other and throw a tantrum. I knew it was futile when I started kicking and yanking at my restraints, but just laying here helpless seems just as foolish. Of course it doesn’t take long for me to wear myself out, and in a matter of minutes my body goes back to being limp.Dammit. All I’ve accomplished is to make myself feel even more weak and dehydrated. I can think of a hundred deaths that would be less painful than this.The light scent of cologne wafts through my nostrils, and out of the corner of my eye I make out the shape of a shadow within the depths of the darkness swallowing the room. Whoever it is could be here to save me or finish me off. Whichever one it is, I hope they do it quickly. I’m about two seconds from freaking the hell out.Without saying a word or giving me some kind of heads up, the lights flicker on. Jesus, did someone just turn on the freaking sun? My poor corneas are fighting to not turn to ash, begging my tear ducts for help, but I’m too dehydrated to find any relief. Even with my eyes clenched shut, I can’t get away from the blinding spots, yet again being reminded that my hands are strapped down.Why are they strapped down, again? Oh yeah, that’s right, I still have no freaking clue.The saying ‘splitting headache’ takes on a whole new meaning thanks to the axe that’s wedged into the back of my skull. At least, I think there’s an axe back there. It’s the only way to explain why my head feels like it’s being cracked into two halves like a coconut. Slowly, so very, very slowly, I finally start peeling one eye open at a time. He’s blurry, but I can tell he’s a man, and he’s standing right next to me. The only detail of his face I can make out is his mouth, which is formed into a placid smile.Is he trying to be calm and reassuring, or is the jerk enjoying seeing me suffer? Either way, he looks creepy as hell.He stands stock still while my eyes continue adjusting, and remains unmoving while I take in every detail I can about him. If I make it out of here alive, he’s either getting a gift basket for saving me, or a personal sketch of his face when I book my ass to the police station and report him for cruel and unusual craziness.He is actually pretty good looking, with blonde-ish hair that’s a little too long on top, like he’s missed his most recent trim. A smattering of facial hair puts a dusting of blonde scruff along his jaw and chin, giving his otherwise youthful face a much manlier feel. His dark grey eyes are strangely piercing, and though his smile is close-lipped, I don’t doubt that behind those lips are perfectly white teeth.He’s not said a word this whole time, and I’m still studying his face when he speaks, scaring the crap out of me. “How are you feeling, Brailey?” He tenderly brushes a lock of my hair out of my face and pushes it behind my ear. The gesture in itself is affectionate, his expression unreadable. If he knows me or has some sort of connection to me, I don’t remember him. And why the hell isn’t he getting me out of here? Don’t fix my hair, un-restrain me, asshat.“Where am I?” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He lifts a cup to my face, tilting a straw towards my mouth. Could be the crazy Kool-Aid, but I’m too thirsty to give a damn. I’m pretty sure it’s water, but I suck it down so fast I wouldn’t have been able to taste it anyway.“You don’t know where you are?” He asks incredulously, yanking his hand away from my face quickly.“No, I don’t know where I am. That’s why I asked.” He scowls at my sarcastic retort. “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark though and guess I’m not staying at the Hilton.” I wiggle my fingers for good measure, his eyes darting to my hands briefly before returning to my face.“I’m sorry, you just surprised me. I wasn’t expecting you to not know where you are. What is the last thing you remember?”His calm demeanor is really starting to piss me off. I don’t want to answer his questions; I want him to answer mine.“I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to think when I’m strapped to a bed in a place I don’t recognize. Maybe if you’d let me up and quit evading my questions then I might be more cooperative.”I’m snarling, I can feel it, but he doesn’t appear put off by it. My feistiness only seems to please him, because his smile widens, revealing those beautiful teeth I knew he was hiding.“Of course, I’m sorry. I saw you were awake and I got carried away. I’m just glad you’re okay. Let me go get the guards to release you, and then we’ll talk.”My body starts to relax, until I realize he said guards. Why the hell are there guards? Am I in prison? I don’t care if there are sharks or lions or man-eating dragons outside of this building; I’m escaping this make-shift Alcatraz one way or another.He returns with a man as big as a mountain, who turns an odd shaped key into the buckles of my restraints, undoing each one with quick, rough jerks of his hands, causing a sharp pain to shoot through every part of my body. Asshole. If I thought it wasn’t intentional before, I’d be proven wrong by that smirk he walks away with as I rub my wrists.Sitting up is a bitch, and dizziness hits me in waves that have my whole body rocking. My wrists and ankles are covered in wide, angry looking bruises. I don’t remember it, but I had to have fought against those restraints before today; it’s the only reason I would have so much bruising. Not to mention several of them are already starting to yellow, meaning they had to have happened days ago.My fingers and toes flex, and it feels amazing and excruciating at the same time; like stretching out a sore muscle by further abusing it. All I want is to be out of this cold, sterile looking room and somewhere I recognize. A cheeseburger and fifty gallons of water also sound pretty awesome right now.Strong arms wrap around my middle, catching me when my legs give out from underneath me. I look up into those piercing grey eyes and I’m met with a warm smile. “I’m Mark. We have a lot to talk about.”Author BioWhat's up world - I'm Jenn Hype.Author, mother, wife, singer/songwriter, aspiring comedian - I wear many hats. Some of them fit, some of them look ridiculous, and all of them are fun. Life's too short to take anything too seriously, so I don't.Sarcasm is my go-to, especially when it's most inappropriate. Need someone to make an uncomfortable situation even more awkward? I'm the girl for the job.I'm ridiculously A.D.D. and I own it. I have a serious addiction to ecards and the majority of my Pinterest account is dedicated to them. The key to my heart is glitter and caffeine - my needs are basic.I'm a bookaholic and I crush hard on my book boyfriends and their authors. Some might call me obsessive, but I disagree. That word really doesn't do justice to how crazy I get when it comes to something I'm passionate about. I'm not afraid to go fangirl on you, so don't test me.Anything else you want to know, feel free to ask. 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Lethal Temptationsby Janine Infante BoscoTempted, #5Publication Date: May 24, 2016Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance, MC Romance
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Synopsis:BLACKIEMy name is Blackie, I’m the vice president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict.I’ve been trading one addiction for another for as long as I can remember.I make no apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them.Until my latest addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her.For the first time I want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity.I’m Satan’s soldier, a demon dressed in leather.She’s an angel, innocent and full of light, she’s my lace.Leather.Lace.Me.Her.A temptation so lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel.Guide me to the light.Take me from the dark.Give me back my life.Let me share yours.They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my truth.
LACEY PARRISHMy name is Lacey Parrish and I have a secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the world from.I am a manic-depressive.Just like my dad.Some days I’m high on life.Most days I try to escape it.People think they know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am. No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her.Except Blackie.He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker.He’s my knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his.He’s my leather and I’m his lace.Two broken souls that have the power to heal one another.This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations.A love story called Leather and Lace.
A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR
Dear Readers,Blackie and Lacey’s love is not an easy story. It’s not about fluff and if you’re looking to escape the reality of the world, this book is not for you. Lethal Temptations is true to its title and while there is a love story between the hero and heroine there is an individual story being told about each character.Blackie is a drug addict.Lacey is mentally ill.They each suffer with the demons that haunt them.Both issues are very much alive in our world and most of us will experience the torment of addiction and, or, mental illness. If not in ourselves than possibly through the people we love.The smiling person beside you who appears perfect may be suffering in silence, afraid of what society will say or more than that, afraid of admitting their truth.If you or someone you love suffers from addiction or mental illness, it’s never too late to find your voice and seek help.My wish for those in need is that they find hope within the pages of Lethal Temptations because, you’re temptations are only lethal if you allow them to be.Be heard.Your voice is your weapon against the things that drag you down.May is mental health awareness month, let’s turn society around and make it our bitch and save the fractured souls that struggle on a daily basis.Below you will find links on both addiction and mental health.Thank you for reading,Janine
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The Keith Milano Memorial Fund was established to help raise awareness about the devastating and deadly disease that is mental illness. Keith’s spirit and laughter is kept alive through our efforts to increase awareness about mental illness and to raise money for education and imperative research. Keith often struggled with society’s perception of mental illness. Our hope is that by having the strength to say that Keith was “Bipolar” we can strip away the stigma and help others to be more open about their disease.
I AM ON A MISSION.... Education and knowledge is key.... Most families and loved ones need guidance and I am here.... if you or your loved one is struggling don't hesitate to call Addiction Angel.... Licensed and professional volunteers and help is available, call 646-404-0637 (24/7)Professional interventions Guidance NARCAN training Resources to treatment Inpatient / outpatientDetox, Therapy Education Support groups for families and sibling groups Educational drug awareness forum "SCARED STRAIGHT" Drug awareness presentation for schools/ parents
Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.
Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.
She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.
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