No Apologies by Sybil Bartel

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No Apologies by Sybil Bartel 
Published by: Carina Press (HQN)
Publication date: June 23rd 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Synopsis:

Never apologize

Hard-edged rocker Graham Allen has it all. He’s flush with cash from playing bass in a band by night and restoring classic cars by day. And there are plenty of women willing to share his bed for a night, complication-free. Perfect, because if there’s anything he learned from his past, it was to never get attached—to anything. So when bartender Carly Sullivan flashes her innocent smile, Graham isn’t prepared for what happens next.

Never fall in love

Two rules, that’s all Graham has—never apologize and never fall in love. He knows Carly is everything he should avoid. Cheerful and sweet, she has “relationship” written all over her. But Graham can’t stay away from her probing questions and concerned blue eyes.

When Graham discovers Carly is hiding a crushing secret, he’s prepared to risk it all. Until in one single moment, everything changes and Graham’s past threatens to collide with his future. His life is crumbling down around him, and soon no apology in the world can save him.

He should’ve known to walk away.

91,000 words

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AUTHOR BIO

Sybil grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She used to dream of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books about wistful summer days and first loves drew her into the world of storytelling. Her true literary love is the New Adult genre but really, any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful, makes her swoon.

Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she’s not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer who stole her heart.

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Wicked Sexy by Anne Marsh

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Wicked Sexy
Uniformly Hot!
By: Anne Marsh
Releasing June 17th, 2014
Harlequin Blaze

Blurb
Too sexy to resist?Danielle Andrews was supposed to be on her honeymoon. Instead, she’s back on Discovery Island licking her wounds and running for shelter when she sees Daeg Ross coming her way. Years ago, on this very beach, Dani started something with the special ops aviation rescue swimmer. But she refuses to be tempted by the wickedly hot military hunk again.Daeg Ross is used to jumping into treacherous waters. But his feelings for relationship-shy Dani are a whole new type of risk. They are volatile—and irresistible. When their lives are threatened by the invading winds and endless rain of a tropical storm, Daeg and Dani are forced to take shelter and ride out a wild night. Together, will they sink…or swim?Uniformly Hot! The few, the proud, the sexy as hell!
BLACKHIPPIECHICK’S REVIEW:
This book had me sucked in from the very beginning, after all, who can resist a story about a former Navy special ops hottie. He’s back on the island that used to be like home, the only one he’d ever had anyway.
He is surprised when he discovers the bikini clad woman he’s been admiring, is the only woman he’s denied himself. When she discovers his eyes on her she is hit with overwhelming emotion; she can’t believe her luck, not only is she dealing with being alone on what should be her honeymoon, but the first man she’d ever loved, but rejected her, is staring at her with a fierce hunger in his eyes.
Find out if Daeg & Dani can overcome their past, and allow themselves a chance at true love.
Or, will his fear of commitment, and his past rejection & the pain of her broken engagement prevent them from having the love they deserve?
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Author Info
After ten years of graduate school and too many degrees, Anne Marsh escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, Anne enjoys gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled up with her kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?” She lives in Northern California with her husband, two kids and four cats.
You can reach Anne Marsh at http://www.anne-marsh.com or email her at  annemarsh@ymail.com

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Sharp Love by Ava March (June release) [Goodreads]

London, 1822

William Drake has lived among thieves, bastards and beggars all his life, doing what’s necessary to survive. As a young orphan, that included looking after his best friend, Jack Morgan. But as they grew older, Jack took the honest path, leaving Will behind to fend for himself the only ways he knows how.

When an unsavory errand for his employer brings Jack back to London’s underbelly, he needs Will’s help. It’s there, among the alleys they ran through as children, that the love he’s always felt for Will returns. As their nights together grow hotter, Will discovers something new about his old friend—Jack’s need to serve extends into the bedchamber.

Will has never fully abandoned his dream of escaping London with Jack. But what could the Duke’s driver want with a dishonest cheat like him, beyond a bit of rough sex? It takes the gamble of Will’s life to find out if he can win Jack’s heart…

The Lost Year by Libby Drew (June release) [Goodreads]

Devon McCade is no stranger to adversity. As a photojournalist, he’s seen all manner of human struggle. And as a kid, it’s what brought him to Neverwood, to his foster mother Audrey. It’s what he’s facing now, as he and his foster brothers work to restore the once-stately mansion amidst surprising signs from Audrey herself.

But when another anguished soul arrives at Neverwood, Devon can’t hide behind his camera. Nicholas Hardy is certain he saw his runaway son, Robbie, in a photo Devon took of homeless children. Devon knows all too well that a young teenager on the streets doesn’t have many options—and Robbie has been missing for a full year.

Searching for Robbie with Nicholas stirs memories and passions Devon had thought long lost, yet knowing that Nicholas will leave as soon as Robbie is found keeps him from opening himself up to something permanent. Devon must learn to fight for what he wants to keep—his love, and his home.

Maybe This Time by AM Arthur (July release) [Goodreads]

As a regular at gay hotspot Pot O Gold, Ezra Kelley avoids his tangled emotions with the simplicity of one-night stands and attachment-free hookups. Until the night bartender Donner Davis picks him up off the floor after a misunderstanding and too much tequila. Ezra can’t remember the last time someone was…nice. It’s more than he deserves.

Witnessing his lover’s death two years ago has Donner trapped in a holding pattern: living in his sister’s basement, working at the Pot and flirting with the customers. He’s not above spending a night with the gorgeous Ezra, but love is not in the cards. That’s more than he’s ready for.

A passionate night leads to a connection neither man expects, and they take the first steps to something that looks like a real relationship. But Ezra’s been running from himself so long he doesn’t know how to live any other way. And Donner can’t risk his heart just to lose everything again. They’ll both need the strength to let go of the past if they want to get it right this time.

Stranger on the Shore by Josh Lanyon (May release) [Goodreads]

Twenty years ago young Brian Arlington, heir to Arlington fortune, was kidnapped. Though the ransom was paid, the boy was never seen again and is presumed dead. Pierce Mather, the family lawyer, now administers and controls the Arlington billions. He’s none too happy, and more than a little suspicious, when investigative journalist Griffin Hadley shows up to write about the decades-old mystery. Griff shrugs off the coldly handsome Pierce’s objections, but it might not be so easy to shrug off the objections of someone willing to do anything to keep the past buried.

Author Bios
Libby Drew glimpsed her true calling when her first story, an A.A. Milne /Shakespeare crossover, won the grand prize in her elementary school’s fiction contest. Her parents explained that writers were quirky, poor, and often talked to themselves in supermarket checkout lines. They implored her to be practical, a request she took to heart for twenty years, earning two degrees, a white-collar job, and an ulcer, before realizing that practical was absolutely no fun. Today she lives with her husband and four children in an old, impractical house and writes stories about redemption, the supernatural, and love at first sight, all of which do exist. She happens to know from experience. Libby’s State of Mind received rave reviews for being fast, clever, and relentless and was nominated for a Bookie Award for Best M/M Novel of 2011. 40 Souls to Keep, Libby’s third novel, has been described as intense and heart-poundingly good and was praised by Publishers Weekly for maintaining a high level of suspense. An avid supporter of gay rights, Libby donates her time to the Trevor Project and organizations that work to support marriage equality. More information about Libby’s books can be found on her website: http://www.libbydrew.com/

Bestselling, multi-award-winning JOSH LANYON is the author of over fifty titles of mystery, adventure, fantasy and romance. Josh is the author of the critically acclaimed Adrien English Mysteries series, including The Hell You Say, winner of the 2006 USABookNews awards for GLBT Fiction. Josh is an Eppie Award winner and a three-time Lambda Literary Award finalist. When not writing Josh enjoys gardening, film noir, fine wine, vintage mysteries, and night swimming.

A.M. Arthur was born and raised in the same kind of small town that she likes to write about, a stone’s throw from both beach resorts and generational farmland. She’s been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long, in a losing battle to make the fictional voices stop. She credits an early fascination with male friendships (bromance hadn’t been coined yet back then) and “The Young Riders” with her later discovery of and subsequent love affair with m/m romance stories. When not exorcising the voices in her head, she toils away in a retail job that tests her patience and gives her lots of story fodder. She can also be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments. Contact her at am_arthur@yahoo.com with your cooking tips (or book comments). You can also find her online (http://amarthur.blogspot.com/), as well as on Twitter (http://twitter.com/am_arthur), Tumblr (http://www.tumblr.com/blog/am-arthur), and Facebook (A.m. Arthur). Other titles by A.M. Arthur are available from Samhain Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, and Musa Publishing.

Ava March is an author of sexy, emotionally intense M/M historical erotic romances. She loves writing in the Regency time period, where proper decorum is of the utmost importance, but where anything can happen behind closed doors. With over fifteen works to her credit, her books have been finalists in the Rainbow Awards and More Than Magic contest, and deemed ‘must- haves’ for Historical M/M romance by RT Book Reviews readers. Visit her website at http://www.AvaMarch.com to find out more about her books or to sign-up for her newsletter. Blog: http://www.avamarch.blogspot.com Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/Ava_March Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/avamarchbooks/ Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/ava_march Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/avamarch/

For Dylan by Amelia Swan

Dylan

For Dylan

By Amelia Swan

 

Blurb: A happily married woman. Her bisexual husband’s ex-lover. What won’t they do…for Dylan?

Claire is determined to fulfill her husbands every desire, even encouraging him to sleep with other men. For years he doesn’t seem interested in taking her up on the offer. And then he accidentally discovers someone from his past.

Dylan is perfectly happy with Claire, the love of his life. He doesn’t feel the need to have another partner. Until he runs into Jay, an ex he thought he’d never see again. Now he craves something more. And what he wants will change their relationship forever.

Caught unaware when Dylan asks her to join them, Claire agrees. What she discovers along the way surprises them both…

Publisher’s Note: This title contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual situations,

ménage (m/m/f).

 My Review of Dylan-

This is a really quick read, it should only take the reader a few minutes. However, it is really well written and I think it does a really great job of examining the complexities of Poly relationships, even that of the “Threesome”. As side from that, It. Is.Hot!….Seriously, it is hot.  What are you waiting for? If you’ve ever had a threesome fantasy, or think two guys is kinda hot, please do yourself a favor & read this ;).

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Amelia Swan writes contemporary, erotic, and new adult romance. She’s interested in characters that are smart, sincere, and somewhat artistically inclined. All of her heroines are girls she could totally see herself being friends with.  Reader Email: Amelia@ameliaswan.com

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Review of Burn for Me by Lauren Blakely

BURN FOR ME
by:  Lauren Blakely

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Book Synopsis: She’s the one fire he can’t put out…
Jamie Lansing has had it bad for firefighter Smith Grayson for as long as they’ve been friends. Yes, he’s ridiculously charming and she might stare a little too long at his abs, but his dirty-talking, rough-around-the-edges ways aren’t for her. Plus, she knows that as a serial dater, Smith isn’t the type to settle down. But then a terrible, fantastic, mind-blowing mistake leaves her body craving more than one night.
Smith Grayson has only ever had eyes for one woman in town—his best friend Jamie. But convincing her a relationship between them will work is next to impossible with her refusing to see beyond his past. But when she asks for a week of no-strings-attached sex to get him out of her system, Smith knows this is his one chance to prove he’s not just the man she needs in her bed, but the man she needs in her life.
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My Review: This book was a quick read, in fact I couldn’t put it down. Not only does it have a great storyline, but it has smoking hot scenes with a firefighter. Believe me, if you enjoy a story about friends who aren’t sure if they want to change the nature of they’re relationship, but can’t give up the chance to have their secret desires met, if only for one night….this is the book for you. Be forewarned, you may need a large glass of iced tea when you read this, to help cool you down.
Author Bio:
Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in her novel, FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. She loves hearing from readers! Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, Trophy Husband, Far Too Tempting, The Thrill of It, and Every Second With You, Night After Night and After This Night. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.
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The Howling Heart by April Bostic

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Chapter Two

The dream lingered when I arrived for work. I sat at my desk and immediately booted my laptop. I should’ve been reading company e-mail, but I went on the Internet, instead. After a quick Google search, I found a photo of a white wolf and saved it as my wallpaper. I immediately closed the browser, my eyes darting around the office. I had to be cautious when browsing the Web. My boss could walk by at any minute, and she didn’t tolerate a moment of company time spent indulging in personal, online pleasures. If she caught you, you had better have a convincing reason, or she’d fire you on the spot.

I took my position seriously and enjoyed my dream job at Elle, a prestigious fashion magazine. I started as an intern five years ago while I was a freshman at New York University. When I graduated last year, they offered me a position as the Assistant to the Creative Editor.

Nina Fuentes is my boss and one of the most respected Creative Editors in the magazine industry. She’s also the first Latina to hold the position at Elle. I’ve always been ambitious and hoped to sit in her office one day instead of outside of it.

My phone rang, and I heard our receptionist, Lacey’s, voice on the other end.

“Nina is on her way up and wants to see you in her office, now.” Her voice sounded serious.

“Sure, but how did Nina sound when she called you? Did she sound pissed off?” I nibbled my bottom lip nervously.

Lacey giggled. “No, she sounded normal. I don’t think you’re in trouble.”

I released a breath. Although I’m ambitious, I tend to be a little absentminded at the wrong times. It’s never intentional, and I hope I hadn’t exhausted Nina’s patience. I couldn’t count the number of instances where I thought she’d fire me. I guess she realized I had potential if I could organize myself better. The BlackBerry she gave me really helped, and I’d gone five months without forgetting anything important. That was a record for me. She was the one who hired me as an intern. I thought that perhaps she saw me as her protégé. Any opportunity she presented to me, I always tried to impress her and give 110%.

After I hung up the phone, I walked swiftly to Nina’s office. I should be sitting in her office when she arrives, not the other way around.

The door to her office was open, so I took a seat on the other side of her massive, birch wood desk. She’s meticulous about her belongings, and everyone in the office knows never to touch anything unless she gives you permission. I sat patiently with my hands folded in my lap and watched the second-hand tick on the fourteen-karat gold Tiffany clock on her desk. I heard her voice within close distance, so I quickly retrieved my BlackBerry from my pocket. In addition to working on my absentmindedness, I worked hard on my preparation skills.

I heard Nina’s voice behind me, her Spanish accent prominent. “Ah, Paige. I needed to see you.”

I turned my neck to look at her, but she quickly walked to her desk. She wore a turquoise dress by Donna Karan featured in this month’s issue, and silver pumps with stiletto heels that clicked on the floor. My gaze followed her every move intently. I was secretly envious. Nina always dressed like she could be photographed at any moment.

“Yes, is everything all right?”

Her black tresses were styled bone-straight with a part in the middle. She put her Coach bag on the desk before she sat in her cream leather office chair. She didn’t answer me right away, and I just looked into her toffee brown eyes in anticipation.

She smirked and lifted an arched brow. “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.”

I sighed in relief before I let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, that’s good.”

“I wanted to thank you for helping us get Hilary Duff for the August cover. I saw her photos from the shoot, and they’re beautiful.” She smiled brilliantly with perfect Veneers and leaned back in her chair.

“You’re welcome. When Keira Knightley canceled, I knew Warren would be pulling his hair out and running around like a headless chicken trying to find a replacement. I had the contact number for Hilary’s publicist, so I figured it was worth a shot.”

“When Farrah was injured and went on disability, you stepped in and took the lead on her unfinished projects. The people from Burberry told me they were very impressed with you. I want you to know I appreciate you coming through for us in times of desperation.” Her voice lowered. “I know I don’t always thank you.” She leaned toward me and crossed her arms on the desk. “I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been working.” She paused and sighed. “I know you’ve had problems organizing, but you’ve improved tremendously. I think it’s time we recognize everything you’ve accomplished here.”

I felt my blue eyes widen. The anticipation to hear the rest of her conversation was killing me.

With a smile, she said, “As you know, we’re doing a shoot in three weeks for Vera Wang’s new Princess bridal line.”

I unconsciously leaned toward her and felt my BlackBerry about to slip out of my sweaty palm. I clutched it tightly.

“I want you to lead the project. I’m giving you full creative control. This will be your photo shoot. Consult with me if you need anything that requires my approval.”

I gasped, and her shimmering, glossed lips spread into a wide grin. “You do know what this means, don’t you?”

I swallowed against a nervous lump in my throat, and my voice was a pathetic croak. “No…what?”

She leaned back again but tapped her French manicured nails atop the desk. “I’m promoting you to Creative Designer.”

I squeezed the life out of my BlackBerry. I was so stunned that I gaped openly.

“Yes, you’re excited. I know. I can tell,” she said dryly.

I smiled in relief, and this time, I could appropriately express my gratitude. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She started typing on her laptop, indicating she was dismissing me. I rose slowly from the chair, because my knees felt weak.

As I turned to walk out, she said, “Wait, I need you to get Marc Jacobs on the phone. I must speak with him as soon as possible.”

“Sure, right away!” I scurried toward the door.

“Oh, and Paige…”

I paused in the doorway and whirled around. “Yes?”

She gave me a hard look. “Don’t let me down.”

I hoped she could hear the earnest conviction in my voice. “I won’t…I promise.”

After I connected Nina with Marc, I went downstairs to the Advertising department to share my promotion news with my boyfriend, Trevor, who worked as a Junior Executive. Relationships in the workplace were not encouraged, but we’ve successfully kept ours a secret for the last six months.

Excitement filled me as I walked swiftly down the hallway. His office had a giant window facing the hall, and what I saw inside made me halt my steps. He had a visitor, and they seemed a little too close for my comfort. Heather, one of the project leaders, was a smitten schoolgirl while she chatted with my man. With her legs crossed, her short, black skirt rode high up her thigh as she sat casually on the arm of his loveseat.

I slowed my steps and proceeded with caution. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so I continued to observe them. Trevor has always been outgoing and friendly with everyone, but his demeanor toward Heather caused me concern, especially the way he hovered over her and rested his hand on that exposed thigh.

She flipped her long, blonde hair over one shoulder and dipped her head back as she laughed. I knew that move—expose the curvature of your neck so he wants to put his mouth there. Her tangerine top was cut ridiculously low this afternoon and showed more cleavage than was professionally necessary. The closer I crept, the more details I noticed. Her black lace bra peeked out from underneath her top, and Trevor’s long fingers made small circles against her skin.

When Heather put her hand on his cheek, and he encouraged her by moving in closer, I entered his office without knocking. The doorstop twanged as I swung the door open. Trevor jumped away from her, and his hand went to his chestnut hair in a nervous gesture.

He stammered, “Oh hey, Paige. What’s up?” Then, he cleared his throat and glanced warily at Heather.

Busted.

I stood with a fake smile plastered on my face. “Hi, Trevor. Got a minute?”

He returned a tight smile. Then, he focused his blue-gray eyes back on Heather. “Could you excuse us?”

She sucked in her cheeks and threw me a superior look.

I lifted an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip. Bitch, I dare you to say something to me.

She took her time getting up, almost reluctantly. Rolling her blue eyes, she huffed in annoyance. “Yeah, whatever.”

I held her steely glare as she walked past me, and I was tempted to extend my foot. In my mind’s eye, I saw her fall ungraciously into a heap of slutty clothes and cheap hair extensions. I heard her voice behind me, sounding like a seductive purr.

“Talk to you later, Trev.”

Trevor gave her a dismissive wave. “Okay, yeah.”

I heard Heather’s footsteps until they faded around the corner. I waited for Trevor to explain, but he just looked at me with a blank expression. I guess my hard stare was making him uncomfortable, because he moved to sit behind his desk.

“What’s up?”

I marched up to his desk. “What’s up? I should be asking you that question. What’s up with you and Heather? What was that about? You guys were a little too chummy, don’t you think? Your hand was on her thigh, and you looked like you were going to kiss her.” My jealousy bubbled just below the surface, now.

Trevor wouldn’t meet my gaze, and I felt my anger rising. To think that I came here, excited to share my good news. Thanks for bursting my happy bubble with your playboy tendencies.

“I was bribing her, because I need her help with something,” he said nonchalantly. “She’s attracted to me, and I know she’ll give into me if I pretend to flirt with her.”

I scoffed. “Really? You expect me to believe that bullshit?”

He finally met my gaze. “Yes, I do.”

He stood abruptly and came around to the other side of the desk. His six-foot-two stature towered over my five-foot-seven frame.

“I expect you to trust me.”

I sighed. “Yeah…well, it’s difficult when I see you in compromising positions like that.”

His arm encircled my waist. “I’m sorry, babe.” His expression softened. “It was nothing…really. I’m just using my natural, God-given gift of charm to get what I want from her. She means nothing to me.” He winked and gave me a roguish look.

I was about to put my arms around his neck, but I remembered people could see us. My arms remained at my sides.

“What if she wants something else in return? Like a jump in the sack?”

He laughed lightly. “No way. I told her I had a girlfriend.” My eyes widened. “Don’t worry. I didn’t mention your name.”

Deep down, I wished he had.

I sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. “I came here to tell you some good news.” Trevor smiled and perched himself on the edge of the desk. “Nina promoted me to Creative Designer.”

His brows shot upward. “Really? That’s great, hon.” He put a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hey, you deserve it,” he said tenderly. “I hear you’re always helping people get out of tight situations and still meet their deadlines. It’s about time Nina recognized it, too.”

“Thanks, baby,” I replied fondly.

He moved from his spot to stand behind me. “Do you know what we should do?”

I felt him massage my shoulders, and a soft moan escaped me. “No…what?”

“We should celebrate.”

“Really? How?”

He moved in front of me, his expression joyous. “What about a little get-together at your apartment? You could serve finger foods and break out the champagne. It’ll be awesome!”

I smiled at his enthusiasm and agreed with his great idea.

My Review :
This book starts off during Paige Donovan’s youth. Her father & mother decide to take a family vacation at a cabin in the Colorado Rockies, unfortunately, her parents are unable to break their normal routine of arguing. After hearing her mother blame part of the problems on her for being too messy, Paige decides to pack a bag & run away. While she’s in the woods that she ran away to, she discovers she ran a lot further than she thought and starts to become scared.
Luckily for Paige, a wolf pup comes to befriend & comfort her. She begins talking to him, and even shares her juice box with him. His pack surrounds them and the young pup convinces his pack that she is a good person, and not to harm her. Paige hears her parents calling her and is able to locate them. When Paige wakes up the next morning she discovers a dead rabbit on her bed. Paige’s mom decides she’s had enough of the cabin, after another dead animal is on Paige’s blanket the following morning.
Fast forward 14 years, and we find Paige dealing with her father’s death, and discovering not only did her father not sell the cabin, but he’s left it to her in his will. Imagine her shock when she discovers wolf prints leading from the window to her bed. After trying unsuccessfully to convince the sheriff that indeed a wolf was in her cabin, she decides to get the neck out of dodge. However, she has a wreck on her way out of town, and is confused when she awakes in the sheriff’s house.
Paige quickly discovers that there is a secret that sheriff & his family are trying to keep from her.
After deciding to stay & discover the secret that the town’s residents are trying to hide, she discovers that the sheriff’s son is the wolf she’d met as a child. Riley convince her that he’s the wolf pup she met as a young girl, and that she’s been his one & only love for all these years.
Paige is faced with wanting to learn about the feelings of love she has for Riley, or leaving for the promotion she’d received the day of her father’s death. Can she give up everything she has, for life as a member of the pack? Or, will the guy who’s always been jealous of Riley & the girl who’s always wanted him, be enough to convince her to head back to New York?

The Howling Heart by

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An Excerpt:

Chapter Two

The dream lingered when I arrived for work. I sat at my desk and immediately booted my laptop. I should’ve been reading company e-mail, but I went on the Internet, instead. After a quick Google search, I found a photo of a white wolf and saved it as my wallpaper. I immediately closed the browser, my eyes darting around the office. I had to be cautious when browsing the Web. My boss could walk by at any minute, and she didn’t tolerate a moment of company time spent indulging in personal, online pleasures. If she caught you, you had better have a convincing reason, or she’d fire you on the spot.

I took my position seriously and enjoyed my dream job at Elle, a prestigious fashion magazine. I started as an intern five years ago while I was a freshman at New York University. When I graduated last year, they offered me a position as the Assistant to the Creative Editor.

Nina Fuentes is my boss and one of the most respected Creative Editors in the magazine industry. She’s also the first Latina to hold the position at Elle. I’ve always been ambitious and hoped to sit in her office one day instead of outside of it.

My phone rang, and I heard our receptionist, Lacey’s, voice on the other end.

“Nina is on her way up and wants to see you in her office, now.” Her voice sounded serious.

“Sure, but how did Nina sound when she called you? Did she sound pissed off?” I nibbled my bottom lip nervously.

Lacey giggled. “No, she sounded normal. I don’t think you’re in trouble.”

I released a breath. Although I’m ambitious, I tend to be a little absentminded at the wrong times. It’s never intentional, and I hope I hadn’t exhausted Nina’s patience. I couldn’t count the number of instances where I thought she’d fire me. I guess she realized I had potential if I could organize myself better. The BlackBerry she gave me really helped, and I’d gone five months without forgetting anything important. That was a record for me. She was the one who hired me as an intern. I thought that perhaps she saw me as her protégé. Any opportunity she presented to me, I always tried to impress her and give 110%.

After I hung up the phone, I walked swiftly to Nina’s office. I should be sitting in her office when she arrives, not the other way around.

The door to her office was open, so I took a seat on the other side of her massive, birch wood desk. She’s meticulous about her belongings, and everyone in the office knows never to touch anything unless she gives you permission. I sat patiently with my hands folded in my lap and watched the second-hand tick on the fourteen-karat gold Tiffany clock on her desk. I heard her voice within close distance, so I quickly retrieved my BlackBerry from my pocket. In addition to working on my absentmindedness, I worked hard on my preparation skills.

I heard Nina’s voice behind me, her Spanish accent prominent. “Ah, Paige. I needed to see you.”

I turned my neck to look at her, but she quickly walked to her desk. She wore a turquoise dress by Donna Karan featured in this month’s issue, and silver pumps with stiletto heels that clicked on the floor. My gaze followed her every move intently. I was secretly envious. Nina always dressed like she could be photographed at any moment.

“Yes, is everything all right?”

Her black tresses were styled bone-straight with a part in the middle. She put her Coach bag on the desk before she sat in her cream leather office chair. She didn’t answer me right away, and I just looked into her toffee brown eyes in anticipation.

She smirked and lifted an arched brow. “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.”

I sighed in relief before I let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, that’s good.”

“I wanted to thank you for helping us get Hilary Duff for the August cover. I saw her photos from the shoot, and they’re beautiful.” She smiled brilliantly with perfect Veneers and leaned back in her chair.

“You’re welcome. When Keira Knightley canceled, I knew Warren would be pulling his hair out and running around like a headless chicken trying to find a replacement. I had the contact number for Hilary’s publicist, so I figured it was worth a shot.”

“When Farrah was injured and went on disability, you stepped in and took the lead on her unfinished projects. The people from Burberry told me they were very impressed with you. I want you to know I appreciate you coming through for us in times of desperation.” Her voice lowered. “I know I don’t always thank you.” She leaned toward me and crossed her arms on the desk. “I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been working.” She paused and sighed. “I know you’ve had problems organizing, but you’ve improved tremendously. I think it’s time we recognize everything you’ve accomplished here.”

I felt my blue eyes widen. The anticipation to hear the rest of her conversation was killing me.

With a smile, she said, “As you know, we’re doing a shoot in three weeks for Vera Wang’s new Princess bridal line.”

I unconsciously leaned toward her and felt my BlackBerry about to slip out of my sweaty palm. I clutched it tightly.

“I want you to lead the project. I’m giving you full creative control. This will be your photo shoot. Consult with me if you need anything that requires my approval.”

I gasped, and her shimmering, glossed lips spread into a wide grin. “You do know what this means, don’t you?”

I swallowed against a nervous lump in my throat, and my voice was a pathetic croak. “No…what?”

She leaned back again but tapped her French manicured nails atop the desk. “I’m promoting you to Creative Designer.”

I squeezed the life out of my BlackBerry. I was so stunned that I gaped openly.

“Yes, you’re excited. I know. I can tell,” she said dryly.

I smiled in relief, and this time, I could appropriately express my gratitude. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She started typing on her laptop, indicating she was dismissing me. I rose slowly from the chair, because my knees felt weak.

As I turned to walk out, she said, “Wait, I need you to get Marc Jacobs on the phone. I must speak with him as soon as possible.”

“Sure, right away!” I scurried toward the door.

“Oh, and Paige…”

I paused in the doorway and whirled around. “Yes?”

She gave me a hard look. “Don’t let me down.”

I hoped she could hear the earnest conviction in my voice. “I won’t…I promise.”

After I connected Nina with Marc, I went downstairs to the Advertising department to share my promotion news with my boyfriend, Trevor, who worked as a Junior Executive. Relationships in the workplace were not encouraged, but we’ve successfully kept ours a secret for the last six months.

Excitement filled me as I walked swiftly down the hallway. His office had a giant window facing the hall, and what I saw inside made me halt my steps. He had a visitor, and they seemed a little too close for my comfort. Heather, one of the project leaders, was a smitten schoolgirl while she chatted with my man. With her legs crossed, her short, black skirt rode high up her thigh as she sat casually on the arm of his loveseat.

I slowed my steps and proceeded with caution. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so I continued to observe them. Trevor has always been outgoing and friendly with everyone, but his demeanor toward Heather caused me concern, especially the way he hovered over her and rested his hand on that exposed thigh.

She flipped her long, blonde hair over one shoulder and dipped her head back as she laughed. I knew that move—expose the curvature of your neck so he wants to put his mouth there. Her tangerine top was cut ridiculously low this afternoon and showed more cleavage than was professionally necessary. The closer I crept, the more details I noticed. Her black lace bra peeked out from underneath her top, and Trevor’s long fingers made small circles against her skin.

When Heather put her hand on his cheek, and he encouraged her by moving in closer, I entered his office without knocking. The doorstop twanged as I swung the door open. Trevor jumped away from her, and his hand went to his chestnut hair in a nervous gesture.

He stammered, “Oh hey, Paige. What’s up?” Then, he cleared his throat and glanced warily at Heather.

Busted.

I stood with a fake smile plastered on my face. “Hi, Trevor. Got a minute?”

He returned a tight smile. Then, he focused his blue-gray eyes back on Heather. “Could you excuse us?”

She sucked in her cheeks and threw me a superior look.

I lifted an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip. Bitch, I dare you to say something to me.

She took her time getting up, almost reluctantly. Rolling her blue eyes, she huffed in annoyance. “Yeah, whatever.”

I held her steely glare as she walked past me, and I was tempted to extend my foot. In my mind’s eye, I saw her fall ungraciously into a heap of slutty clothes and cheap hair extensions. I heard her voice behind me, sounding like a seductive purr.

“Talk to you later, Trev.”

Trevor gave her a dismissive wave. “Okay, yeah.”

I heard Heather’s footsteps until they faded around the corner. I waited for Trevor to explain, but he just looked at me with a blank expression. I guess my hard stare was making him uncomfortable, because he moved to sit behind his desk.

“What’s up?”

I marched up to his desk. “What’s up? I should be asking you that question. What’s up with you and Heather? What was that about? You guys were a little too chummy, don’t you think? Your hand was on her thigh, and you looked like you were going to kiss her.” My jealousy bubbled just below the surface, now.

Trevor wouldn’t meet my gaze, and I felt my anger rising. To think that I came here, excited to share my good news. Thanks for bursting my happy bubble with your playboy tendencies.

“I was bribing her, because I need her help with something,” he said nonchalantly. “She’s attracted to me, and I know she’ll give into me if I pretend to flirt with her.”

I scoffed. “Really? You expect me to believe that bullshit?”

He finally met my gaze. “Yes, I do.”

He stood abruptly and came around to the other side of the desk. His six-foot-two stature towered over my five-foot-seven frame.

“I expect you to trust me.”

I sighed. “Yeah…well, it’s difficult when I see you in compromising positions like that.”

His arm encircled my waist. “I’m sorry, babe.” His expression softened. “It was nothing…really. I’m just using my natural, God-given gift of charm to get what I want from her. She means nothing to me.” He winked and gave me a roguish look.

I was about to put my arms around his neck, but I remembered people could see us. My arms remained at my sides.

“What if she wants something else in return? Like a jump in the sack?”

He laughed lightly. “No way. I told her I had a girlfriend.” My eyes widened. “Don’t worry. I didn’t mention your name.”

Deep down, I wished he had.

I sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. “I came here to tell you some good news.” Trevor smiled and perched himself on the edge of the desk. “Nina promoted me to Creative Designer.”

His brows shot upward. “Really? That’s great, hon.” He put a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hey, you deserve it,” he said tenderly. “I hear you’re always helping people get out of tight situations and still meet their deadlines. It’s about time Nina recognized it, too.”

“Thanks, baby,” I replied fondly.

He moved from his spot to stand behind me. “Do you know what we should do?”

I felt him massage my shoulders, and a soft moan escaped me. “No…what?”

“We should celebrate.”

“Really? How?”

He moved in front of me, his expression joyous. “What about a little get-together at your apartment? You could serve finger foods and break out the champagne. It’ll be awesome!”

I smiled at his enthusiasm and agreed with his great idea.

My Review :
This book starts off during Paige Donovan’s youth. Her father & mother decide to take a family vacation at a cabin in the Colorado Rockies, unfortunately, her parents are unable to break their normal routine of arguing. After hearing her mother blame part of the problems on her for being too messy, Paige decides to pack a bag & run away. While she’s in the woods that she ran away to, she discovers she ran a lot further than she thought and starts to become scared.
Luckily for Paige, a wolf pup comes to befriend & comfort her. She begins talking to him, and even shares her juice box with him. His pack surrounds them and the young pup convinces his pack that she is a good person, and not to harm her. Paige hears her parents calling her and is able to locate them. When Paige wakes up the next morning she discovers a dead rabbit on her bed. Paige’s mom decides she’s had enough of the cabin, after another dead animal is on Paige’s blanket the following morning.
Fast forward 14 years, and we find Paige dealing with her father’s death, and discovering not only did her father not sell the cabin, but he’s left it to her in his will. Imagine her shock when she discovers wolf prints leading from the window to her bed. After trying unsuccessfully to convince the sheriff that indeed a wolf was in her cabin, she decides to get the neck out of dodge. However, she has a wreck on her way out of town, and is confused when she awakes in the sheriff’s house.
Paige quickly discovers that there is a secret that sheriff & his family are trying to keep from her.
After deciding to stay & discover the secret that the town’s residents are trying to hide, she discovers that the sheriff’s son is the wolf she’d met as a child. Riley convince her that he’s the wolf pup she met as a young girl, and that she’s been his one & only love for all these years.
Paige is faced with wanting to learn about the feelings of love she has for Riley, or leaving for the promotion she’d received the day of her father’s death. Can she give up everything she has, for life as a member of the pack? Or, will the guy who’s always been jealous of Riley & the girl who’s always wanted him, be enough to convince her to head back to New York?