Excerpt from Craving: Forbidden by Olivia Night #amreadingromance

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Day 6 of 9 excerpts from Craving: Forbidden

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Bad Blood by Olivia Night

Vera blinked her eyes. She blinked again. Dark. Black. Empty. She saw nothing. Moving her hand around, she felt carpet beneath her. What the fuck had happened? And then the throbbing ache in her head made itself known. She reached up to touch the area and her hand came away wet. Shit. She hissed as she found an open wound. 

Using the wall directly behind her, she pushed her way into a standing position. 

Suddenly a door directly across from her was thrown open and blinding light seared into her eyes. 

Her blurry vision took in the behemoth of a man in front of her. 

She’d daydreamed a lot over the last ten years about what he would grow to be. Her protector, her best friend. But never, in her best dreams, hashe envisioned the man before her. He towered well over six feet and his body was stacked with muscles. His booted feet gave way to massive thighs that any girl would love to run her hands over. He wore jeans and a plain back tshirt that was loose, but did nothing to hide the fact that his chest and abs were most likely equally impressive, if not more. His biceps tested the strength of the cotton, and she watched as he crossed his tattooed arms, making them stand at attention. He wore a black leather cut over the shirt, and nothing else. The simplicity of it made it somehow incredibly masculine. Reluctantly her gaze moved to his face. Dark brown eyes stared down at her. He had several days stubble on his face that emphasized the hard angles of his jaw and cheekbones. He was gorgeous. He was a walking orgasm.

But he was also trouble. Because standing before her was Rider Hawkins. The President of Satan’s Sentinels. They were murderers. Every single one of them. 

Fuck.

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Author Olivia Night stopped by to give us that awesome excerpt and to answer a few questions…

Do you consider being a writer a gift or a curse?

I think it’s a little of both. There are times when the words flow right off my fingertips and I love the world that my brain has created and then there are other times when I have this world up in my head and I can’t seem to get it out. That can be really frustrating. It can also be super frustrating when you have this great idea and aren’t able to stop and write it down so it sits there taunting you for hours.

What is your most favorite line you’ve ever written and why?

The last line in my first series (spoiler alert, it’s an HEA.) I had grown so attached to the characters that I had been writing about for several years (before I took a deep breath and submitted them for publication) and so when it was done I was sad to move on.

 Sarah looked down from her place on the deck at the three men who were surrounded by their laughing children and grinned. Logan glanced back to Sarah, his eyes soft, before he allowed all of the kids to pull him in the direction of their tree house.

Full of life. All of them.

And as life did, it continued on.

How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?

I have seven. They are all in various forms. Some are nearly complete and I am waiting for the characters to tell me how their story ends, some are just little seeds with only a few paragraphs and some are complete outlines that have yet to move beyond that form.

What is your favorite childhood book?

Definitely Anne of Green Gables. I love her spunk and the way she views the world. I try to experience things with a lens of awe like Anne.

 What’s the sexiest accent?

I know it’s not a super popular opinion, but I love the Boston accent on men. There’s something gritty about it.

Did you chose the genre you write in or did it choose you?

It chose me. I was a nanny during college and worked crazy hours. Like, get there at six in the morning, get the kids ready for school etc., go to my own classes and then back to pick the kids up and I was usually there until around eleven in the evening. During the summer months when I had a bit more time I noticed the mother had a bookshelf full of an author, Suzanne Brockmann, and my love of both romance and romantic suspense was born.

ABOUT OLIVIA NIGHT

Olivia Night, a fictional character herself, has always been an avid reader and writer. She found the romance genre in college and has never been able to get enough. One sleepless night, the main characters of Book One in her Men of FTI  eries sprang from her head fully formed. They demanded she tell their story; so she did. As they revealed themselves, so did two other intriguing characters. Those characters convinced her to give them their own books because their stories were worth telling too. And so Olivia suddenly became a romance author. When Olivia is not writing, she has the best job in the world, which, too, will remain a secret. In her free time, she reads, write, drinks wine, or is, most likely, out emulating Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Olivia lives in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the U.S.—Baltimore. She lives with her cat, whom she is convinced was a gladiator in his past life. Olivia plans to continue being awesome at this thing called life. Really, that’s her only goal.

Website: http://olivianight.weebly.com/

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Excerpt from Craving Forbidden by Poppy DuBois #amreadingromance

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Day 5 of 9 excerpts from Craving: Forbidden

Welcome to the fifth day of excerpts from Craving: Forbidden, we hope you enjoy our latest anthology. You can purchase this collection of novelettes for only .99¢ or read for free on KindleUnlimted. Download your copy here.

I Never Told You by Poppy DuBois

Jill and I got to Pete’s early. She said she wanted to get the best table, but I know my best friend. She wanted to have a drink to calm her nerves before this mystery man and his buddy showed up for their “date.” I’d broken my Friday night plans with Egyptian cotton sheets and reality television shows after a hellishly long day to play wing-woman, largely because of Pete’s. Jill’s mystery man already earned points in my book for picking the bar and suggesting they each bring a friend. Pete’s was the kind of place where the beer was cold and cheap, the music was loud and classic, and where everyone from bearded hipsters to old-school bikers actually used the pool table. He clearly wasn’t trying to show off by choosing some hot spot.

The floor was littered with peanut shells. The air was thick with the distinct smell of stale smoke and spilled beer. The waitress was none too friendly when she came for our drink orders. Her black shorts and skin-tight white tank top did not leave a lot to the imagination.

“What do you want?” She popped her gum, punctuating her annoyance.

“I’ll have a rum and diet,” Jill answered. That was her drink of choice. Not too fancy, not too trashy. Just a hint of cool girl.

“Whatever cheap light beer you have on tap.” I wasn’t worried about being fancy or trashy. I just like the sudsy tickle.

The waitress walked away without another word.

“Okay, so tell me about the guy you met.” I wasn’t going to guilt Jill too hard for yanking me away from home and the comforts of my window AC unit. Yet. “You know I planned to stay in tonight. I only answered your call ’cause I thought you were bleeding out on the side of the road somewhere.”

“No offense, but I’m not sure you’d be the first person I’d call if I were bleeding out. I’ve seen your sewing skills. My life would be over for sure.”

Jill and I both laughed. We met in law school when we joined the same study group. It wasn’t too long before our sarcastic senses of humor bonded us. We became inseparable, even though we were also complete opposites. She was Susie Homemaker, who could whip up a complete meal from scratch in half an hour. I could barely boil water. She could sew, I could not. She was organized…and so on. Her hair and makeup were always flawless. My hair practically pulled itself into a ponytail. We were the yin and yang of best friends. And she was the only person who could drag me out on a Friday night when I had only wanted to stay in.

“Yeah, yeah.” My voice came out in a cackle-like snort laugh. “So tell me how you met a guy at the post office. I have so many questions. Why were you at the post office? Does he work there?”

“No, he does not work there. Though, the shorts they wear are kind of cute. And you know I have a thing for a man in a uniform. But, no. He was in line ahead of me. The line was, like, forever long and we started chatting. He was super cute. Kind of nerdy with big black glasses. Not pocket protector nerdy. But like hip nerdy. Did I mention he was super cute?”

I tapped my lips with my finger. “I think that rings a bell.”

“Do I look okay in this light?” Jill looked around the bar nervously.

“It’s so dim in here that I don’t think the light makes much of a difference.”

“Well, that makes me feel better.” Jill stuck her lips out in a pout.

“Jill, you look great. This guy has already seen you in the fluorescent light of the post office, so I think he knows what you look like. Unless of course his glasses were smudged when he saw you.”

Jill laughed as she threw a salt packet at me. “You’re a jerk. Why did I ask you to come?”

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“Oh, that’s right.”

We both dissolved into a fit of laughter. The waitress brought our drinks over and set them on the table without a word. Despite her bad attitude, the cold beer was exactly what I needed. It was refreshing. Rejuvenating. 

“I think he’s here,” I whispered.

Jill’s face went pale and her body stiffened. “Really? How does he look?”

“Well, he’s not your normal type. You said he had a bushy gray beard and a beer gut, right?”

Jill turned around and saw the old guy who entered the bar. Black suspenders held up his faded blue jeans and his beard nearly reached his belly. Jill had chosen to sit with her back to the door so I could scope the guy out before he saw her. I couldn’t let that go to waste. One small prank served her right for dragging me out tonight.

“You’re a jerk. I bet that guy would be cool to hang out with, though. Imagine the stories he has to tell!”

After a few more sips of her drink, Jill started to relax. Her smile was a bit more natural and her shoulders less rigid.

The door to the bar opened again.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

“Is he here?” Jill asked turning in her seat.

“Benji.” My voice was barely audible. It had been ten years since I’d seen him last, but I remembered him as clear as if it had been only ten minutes before. I took him in as he stood illuminated in the neon bar lights. My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I quickly wondered if there was a back exit where I could leave. Maybe Jill could tell them that I had the runs or it was that time of the month. Both of those would be better than facing what was walking toward me. Was the air getting thick? Had the restaurant always been spinning? I was going into full-blown panic, melt-down mode. I suddenly became an awkward girl of twenty and didn’t know what to do. And then there he was, standing at our table.

“Holy shit.” His voice still had the same husky tone that I remembered.

We both froze, staring at each other, not moving. Jill stood up as the second man walked up to her.

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Excerpt from Craving Forbidden by J.S. Andersen #amreadingromance #giveaway

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Day 4 of 10 excerpts from Craving: Forbidden

Welcome to the fourth day of excerpts from Craving: Forbidden, we hope you enjoy our latest anthology. You can purchase this collection of novelettes for only .99¢ or read for free on KindleUnlimted. Download your copy here.

Unblooded Love by J.S. Andersen

Casual chit chat went on until Kris got up to get more food. “Jenni, could you run into the food storage and grab another jar of pickles, please?”

“Sure.” She ate another chip and got up. “I’ll be back to tell you more about the Puget Sound  monsters.” The kids laughed.

Jenni went into the room, having no idea Stan followed her. As she reached for the jars, the door shut and she jumped. “What in the heck are you doing?”

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“Trying to figure out why you’re avoiding me.”

“I’m busy.” Stupid excuse. She knew it. He knew it.

He ignored the comment. “Remember nineteen years ago in the room down the hall playing doctor?” He moved closer to her.

She felt the heat on her cheeks. “Yes. I thought you’d forgotten.” His breath became hotter against her face. His presence, his closeness enveloped her. There was no escape. It was a fright that endeared as much as it terrified her.

“Never. Are you avoiding me on purpose?”

“No.” It came out too fast like she was covering a secret. She was. She loved her cousin and wanted him bad. The hunger in Stan’s eyes didn’t help either.

“I think there is. Want me to tell you?” He nosed her check, burning a trail down to her neck.

“Maybe?” Crap.

He reached out and held one of her hands. “You want me.”

Jenni had a hard time holding back with the truth. “Problem, isn’t it?” Her mouth searched for his but he never met, instead teasing her. It made Jenni mad.

Stan moved up against her body. “It is. I want you back.” He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss…it was enough for Jenni to want more.

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Excerpt from Craving Forbidden by Jessica Calla #amreadingromance

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Day 3 of 9 excerpts from Craving: Forbidden

Welcome to the third day of excerpts from Craving: Forbidden, we hope you enjoy our latest anthology. You can purchase this collection of novelettes for only .99¢ or read for free on KindleUnlimted. Download your copy here.

The Widow by Jessica Calla

As soon as the door opened, Tessa jumped into my arms, crying.

“No, no, don’t cry,” I said, rocking her against m41401616_730752093939766_5917961348972544000_ne, petting her smooth hair. “What happened?”

She sniffed into my shirt. “I thought you weren’t coming.” 

“I’ll be here whenever you need me. Danny said you didn’t call this week, and I thought…

She drew a quick breath as she pulled away from me. “That’s not true. did call, but he said you weren’t available. Asked me if I wanted someone else.”

That son of a bitch. “I’m sorry.”

She pouted, her bottom lip quivering. “I thought I’d done something wrong, that you didn’t want to see me anymore.” She shook her hands in front of her body. “You’re the only one I trust with my feelings, you know? My real feelings.” Her chest rose and fell with her sobs. I held her arm to steady her. “And since James died, I have trouble confronting people and—”

I shushed her as she started to gasp for air between tears, pulling her body to mine. “I’m here now. For as long as you want. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.”

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Excerpt from Craving Forbidden by Evan Grace #amreadingromance #giveaway

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Day 2 of 9 excerpts from Craving: Forbidden

Welcome to the second day of excerpts from Craving: Forbidden, we hope you enjoy our latest anthology. You can purchase this collection of novelettes for only .99¢ or read for free on KindleUnlimted. Download your copy here.

On My Honeymoon by Evan Grace
We reach my bungalow and the bellhop carries my luggage into the bedroom and then quickly shows me around and telling me where everything is. I hand him a tip and then shut the door behind him.
 
I kick off my shoes and then walk around the space, I’m in awe at the pure beauty of this place. There are a set of double doors in the bedroom that when I push them open I gasp. The view is breathtaking. It’s blue as far as the eye can see. I move to the end of the deck, a light breezes blows the loose strands of my hair all around me.  
 
I walk to the stairs that lead right into the water, and sit down on the top step. I tilt my head back, and close my eyes, letting the sun beat down on me. When I stand up I find my neighbor standing on his deck as well. It’s the man from the plane. He’s wearing a white linen shirt, khaki shorts and he’s barefoot.
 
I hurry inside before he catches me gawking at him. For my first night I decide to just stay in, and relax. When I finally slip into the huge tub I sigh because it’s heavenly. While I soak I begin to analyze my relationship with Alex. It wasn’t perfect, but I thought we were happy.
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Excerpt from Craving: Forbidden by A.J. Norris #amreadingromance #giveaway

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Welcome to the first day of excerpts from Craving: Forbidden, we hope you enjoy our latest anthology. You can purchase this collection of novelettes for only .99¢ or read for free on KindleUnlimted. Download your copy here.

While on the run, mob enforcer, Earl Pirelli meets an angel. At least he thought he had until learning the truth about Daisy. She’s the daughter of his rival, sent to track him down. Will she lead him to his death or prove that guys like him can have a happily ever after?

Excerpt from Made by A.J. Norris

Uh!

A warm hand clamped over her mouth and an arm went around her waist from behind.

“Don’t move,” Elmo growled in her ear, yanking her backward so she was pressed against his body. “Who are you?”

“No one,” she said, but with his hand covering her mouth the words sounded muffled. Her heart pounded.

“I don’t believe you.” Elmo marched her into the villa and sat her in the living room chair. “Stay put.” He closed and locked the doors, then sat on the ottoman parked in front of her. “I’m going to ask you again. Who are you? And don’t lie to me, because I’m not in the mood for bullshit.”

“Daisy. I wasn’t lying about that.”Guys like me don_t get ahappily ever after.”

“Why are you sneaking around in the dark?” He narrowed his stare. “Who’s paying you?”

“No one. I was curious about you.” Well, that was half true.

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Y-Yes. It’s the truth.” She buried her face in her hands.

“What’s the job?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I was worried about you.”

He exhaled and glanced at the ceiling. “Have you told them anything?”

“Told who what?”

“Where I am. Kilpatrick’s men. How long have you been watching me?”

“I haven’t been watching you, I swear it. I came by to tell you that you left your flip-flops at the bar.” She said the first thing that popped into her head.

“Okay, so you thought sneaking up on me at night to tell me this was a good idea?”

“Not anymore.”

“Well, all right, you’re here now, so give me the shoes.” She bit her bottom lip. “Um…”

“You don’t have them, do you? What’s the real reason you’re here?” Elmo smoothed his hair back with his fingers, groaning under his breath. He mumbled something that sounded like why did you have to be so beautiful?

“What did you say?”

“My father always told me a beautiful woman would lead to my death one day.”

He thinks I’m beautiful? This was probably not the most important part of that sentence. Except it was all she was focusing on at the moment.

“So why are you here if it’s not the shoes or a job?”

What was she supposed to say? Hey, I just wanted to know more about you before I signed your death certificate. Not stalking you or anything. “I forgot them?” she eked out.

“Is that a question?”

“No?” She squirmed in her seat.

He snort-chuckled without humor. “Your cover story isn’t well thought out, is it?”

“It’s not a story, I swea—”

“Yeah, I got it, you swear. Listen, can you at least give me a head start?”

“I’m telling you the truth on my mother’s life.” Okay, blatant lie. Sorry, Mom. Her mother passed away two years ago.

“Well, in that case…how long she been dead?”

“She’s not. I wanted to see you, all right?”

“Why? What turned you on, was it my excessive drinking?”

Daisy smiled. “You’re not drunk now. I thought you looked sad when I found you on the beach and I wondered why. Maybe I can cheer—”

“Believe me, Daisy, I’m not someone you need to be cheering up. You don’t know me.” He rubbed the back of his neck and left shoulder.

“I can help you with that.” She stood and inched out from between the chair and ottoman.

“Hey. What’re you doing?” His body tensed when she placed her hands on his shoulders from behind and started massaging.

“Oh, God, that feels…” he breathed. He grabbed one of her wrists. “This isn’t a good—”

“Shhh. It’s only a massage.” What was she doing? There were a million reasons why this was a bad idea. In fact, she couldn’t think of one good reason it wasn’t. If she lay with him one or both of them would end up shot in the head. And she wasn’t so sure if she would die by his hand or one of Kilpatrick’s goons.

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