Cover Designer: Jo Raven
Title: How My Heart Breaks
Series: Try Again #3
Author: Stephanie Smith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le from By Hang Le Designs
Release Date: September 3, 2015
Hip-hop, Miami heat, and the Latin Lov-ah.
The second half to this year-long journey has taken me to Magic City…Miami. I’ve been hired by the nation’s top hip-hop artist Anton Santiago. His name is as sexy as him, and rolls off the tongue the same way his muscled body rolls to his music. He goes by the name Latin Lov-ah and boy does he work that title from his rock hard body, Latin hip-hop fusion dance moves, to the way he beds his women.
He’s raw, dirty, and one hundred percent player…and I want to wrap my naked body all over him and forget about everything.
Every word that comes out of his mouth is a sirens call.
Every thrust of his hips draws me closer.
Every breath against my neck sends me into a tailspin of need and desire.
After what happened in June, I need to rip the bandage off. Move on. Anton could be just the thing I need to get back to me.
I was hired to play the part of a seductress in Anton’s new music video but in the end, I’m was the one seduced.
In the seventh book of the Calendar Girl serial, Mia is sent to Miami, Florida. Still on her mission to save her father, she is hired to be in a hot new music video where her unique look and recent popularity will prove invaluable.
Each installment in the Calendar Girl Serial will release every month throughout 2015. The stories will feature Mia’s journey as an escort to twelve clients in twelve different locations.
Warning: This book is designed for audiences 18+ due to language and graphic sexual content.
Audrey Carlan is an Amazon Best Selling Author
who writes erotic contemporary romances, such as the wildly popular
“Falling Series.” She lives in the sunny California Valley two hours
away from the city, the beach, the mountains and the precious…the vineyards.
She has been married to the love of her life for over 10 years and has two
young children that live up to their title of “Monster Madness” on daily basis.
When she’s not writing, sipping wine with her “soul sisters”, or doing yoga,
she can be found with her nose stuck in book or her Kindle. A hot, smutty,
romantic book to be exact!
Loves comes in all shapes and forms, and sometimes it can be hard to distinguish which one you’re given.I run from my pain—that’s just what I do. It’s how I’ve managed to keep a handle on the shame and remorse at what I did the day my life changed. Has it changed me for the good, or for the worse—I can never be sure? Some days it’s one and most it’s the other.
Now, each day is getting darker, ever since I met the woman who has the power to ease my ache and got a taste for what could be.
Selfish? Maybe. Foolish? Definitely. But nothing can stop me until I prove to her she needs me just as much as it kills me to wake up one more day without her.
Her brow twitches. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She steps away, heading for the door.
Lunging from the chair, I catch her shoulder and spin her to face me. “Can’t do what? Why are you running?”
“Because being around you makes me feel things, and I know it’s wrong to.”
“Ramona, you need to tell me,” I plead, heart beating erratically. “What kind of ‘things’ are you feeling?” I need to know if they’re the same.
“Like you could be something incredible for me. But . . . ”
God, she’s killing me. “But?”
“It’s not the right time.” She smiles softly.
A beat passes with us staring at one another. I don’t want the moment to end. I don’t want her to walk away. “Do you love him?” My tongue is thick in my mouth.
Max is the author of the suspense filled, and highly emotive Butcher Boys series. She writes uniquely dark romance, featuring damaged alphas and the women who help them achieve balance in their lives.
Originally born and bred in Canterbury, New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn’t change a thing.
In her down time, Max can be found at her local gym, brain-storming through a session with the weights. Or, she may be out bumping, and jostling her way along a dirt track with the family in hubby’s 4WD.
Battered. Bruised. Broken. Every single day, my troubles worsen…
After nearly losing Gabe, I’ve come to realize just how much he means to me. Yet even though I might want to confess my true feelings to him, doing so would leave me far too vulnerable at a time when I can least afford it.
That’s because devastating news about the Link Protocol and my grandmother are threatening to send my career, and my life, spiraling out of control.
With the demise of my only relative seemingly imminent and Gabe’s unceasing demands weighing on me, I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I’ve never been under such relentless pressure…
What am I going to do?
afternoon sun, we intertwined our bodies, twisting arms and legs as the
sailboat rocked back and forth with the gentle currents. Between the sounds of
our hungry groans for one another, the lyrical cries of seabirds overhead
passed in and out of my awareness.A subtle breeze stirred the sail into action, causing it to flap and crack like
an oversized whip. I swirled my fingers in Gabe’s hair, gently twisting the
loose, damp curls. Gabe held me firm, with one hand around my midsection and
the other cupping my breast.When I thought I’d lost him, the feeling I experienced was about so much more than
the physical. But now, having him here again, holding me, touching me and
consuming me—I realized how connected I’d become to him.I allowed my fingertips to slide down the back of his head, along his neck and
towards the sun-warmed skin of his muscular upper back. Curling my fingers
under, I dug the tips of my nails into his flesh as I further sought to
reassure myself of his physical presence.
As I did, Gabe grunted and contracted his shoulder blades, drawing them
together in a tight ball of sinew. I moaned in return and relaxed my grip,
moving down further yet again until I reached the hard, round muscularity of
his perfect ass, squeezing it and pulling it towards my hips.
Just then, Gabe separated his mouth from mine. As the satin soft feel of his
lips moved away, I let loose with a disapproving pout.
Gabe chuckled as he looked down at me. “What’s the matter?”
Releasing one of my hands from his backside, I drew it up towards my face and
pointed at my mouth.
“My lips miss you already.”
“Which ones?” Gabe said, with a devious smile on his face.
I returned his grin with one of my own. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
Sloan Storm is a verbally difficult, yet physically generous, writer who pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and the women who challenge them.
As such, power plays and passion are the heart of each and every story. The writer’s creative tendencies may drift as the mood strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place… the polarizing difference between the sexes.
After all, what else is there in life?
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