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CARDS OF LOVE: THE MOON by Sierra Simone @TheSierraSimone @CandiKanePR #NewRelease #NowAvailable #Review #Excerpt #TheUnratedBookshelf

She’s angry that I left. I’m angry that I died. It’s the trouble with our two lives: we don’t only have one past to work through, but...

10 October 2018

She’s angry that I left. I’m angry that I died.
It’s the trouble with our two lives: we don’t only have one past to work through, but two. Double the pain, twice the betrayal.
A million times the tragedy.
The Moon is the story of Merlin and Nimue from the New Camelot trilogy. It’s recommended that you read the trilogy first, as there are American King spoilers in The Moon.
(Cards of Love is a massive multi-author project, a series of love letters to the mysterious and inspirational world of tarot cards. These can be read in any order, as the only thing the Cards of Love books share is their common inspiration from the world of tarot.)
Merlin was always one of my favorite characters, so I was pretty excited when this novella became an actual thing. I. Loved. Every. Moment. I won’t give anything away, but I will say you must read the new Camelot series first. Everyone should give s those books and and this novella their time. I am absolutely in love with these characters!!
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EXCERPT
A hiss in the darkness, then a flame, bright and dancing and unwelcome.
A match, I think, and then I think, why?
And then: where am I?
“You’re awake,” says a voice like water. A voice I love. It still doesn’t help me figure out where I am.
“Am I?” I ask. “Awake?”
Like I said earlier, I don’t dream as such, but when I close my eyes, the memories and visions are there, dogging my sleep. And I think maybe—yes, there is also a memory like this. A memory of a dark-haired girl and a cave sparkling with light, the night air heavy with the ecstatic cries we fed it.
“You are awake, Merlin.” The flame moves, calves another flame, and then is blown out. A candle now glows softly against the face of a woman standing at the end of the bed I’m on.
Dark brows arch high over clear blue eyes and a long nose curves gracefully down the woman’s oval face, framed by a high forehead and cheekbones, and a beautiful, if narrow, jaw. Her lips are on the thin side, but perfectly sculpted, giving her an expressive, fascinating mouth. Coffee-dark hair hangs in glossy sheets around her face and down her back.
She’s haunting. Haunting even as a girl, but now even more so as a woman.
“Nimue,” I say, and for the first time I notice how thirsty I am. I make to sit up—and realize my hands are tied to the bed.
Nimue sets the candle down on an end table, and it illuminates the space enough to show me that 
I’m indeed in a room and not in the damp mouth of a cave.It means it’s now and not then, which I suppose I should be grateful for.
After all, I died then.
A silver key glints from just below the smile of her clavicle, the bottom tip of it pointing to the sweet valley between her breasts I used to know so well. They are small and pert—her body still the lithe dancer’s body she had as a girl—and my flesh responds to the sight of those little handfuls, the memory of them. The fantasy of her dusky nipples dragging along the underside of my aching cock is enough to have my body warming, and that’s when I really become aware that I’m not only tied to the bed, but I’m also dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.
Well, nothing else except for the padded cuff around my ankle.
Nimue leans forward to untie my wrist, which leaves the front of her swishy dress gaping forward enough that I can see those nipples now, dark rose and erect.
I’d tasted them frequently once upon a time.
Once upon a time, twice.
In another life, I’d known the feel of her breasts against my lips and tongue better than I’d known almost anything else.
With one of my wrists freed, Nimue straightens and nods at the other. “You can untie yourself. You’ll find that the chain allows you more than enough length to do everything you need. I’m obviously trusting you not to do anything self-destructive, but should the need arise, I can take away this particular freedom.” She says it cheerfully, almost as if the idea of taking away my freedom delights her.
The key on her chest glints as she steps back, and I understand that it’s the key that unlocks my cuff—the same cuff that is connected to a ring in the floor by a length of slender chain.
Anger comes.
And with it shame.
And with that, fear.
I died once this way, and I’d rather not do it again.
I lunge for my other wrist to untie it, needing to be free, needing to reach for Nimue to kiss her or kill her—but by the time I untie myself, she’s out the door with it shut and locked behind her.

08 October 2018

If I were dead, I wouldn't be able to see.
If I were dead, I wouldn't be able to feel. 
If I were dead, he'd never raise his hand to me again. 
If I were dead, his words wouldn't cut as deep as they do. 
If I were dead, I'd be beautiful and I wouldn't be so...ugly. 
I'm not dead...but I wish I was.
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This is a story about a girl that spends the first 25 years of her life involved in all forms of domestic violence. I was devastated for her during the entire first half of the story. It's a tale about overcoming every bad thing that comes at you, and coming out even stronger and better than before. A story of redemption that is worth reading and worthy of being shared. It's unbelievable that that these type of situations actually exist. So much heartache, but also, so much happy ending. A totally epic read.
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EXCERPT
Prologue
It’s days like today I wish I was dead. 
“Lily Anderson, you get your ugly ass out here right this minute. Don’t make me come after you,” Daddy screams. 
He’s so angry. I knew the moment I heard him come home from work I was in for it. I was in my bedroom, lying on the floor trying to do my math. He slammed the front door so hard the windows in my room shook. 
And then I knew, I knew I was in for it. 
“Lily Anderson!” he yells again. 
As soon as I heard him yell I ran to my hiding spot. I’m inside the closet in the hallway, wedged as far into the corner as I can get. Mom’s old coat hangs in front of me and I can still smell a faint waft of the perfume she used to wear. 
“Lily Anderson!” he shouts. I can hear the anger in his voice and I can already feel the pain he’s going to inflict on me when he opens the closet door. I know what’s coming. 
I close my eyes tight, scrunching them up so no light can seep through. I put my hands over my ears so I can’t hear him. 
“I swear to God; if I have to find you, you will not sit for a month.” 
My knees are folded into my chest. I’m trying to make myself small, invisible, so he forgets I’m here. I’m rocking myself, trying to block out what he’s saying. 
School is safe. School is safe. School is safe. I keep repeating the mantra because in a few short hours I’ll be back at school. Maybe tomorrow I can go to the library after school, stay there until it closes and then sneak in after Dad’s passed out, because he’s had too much to drink. 
It was never like this before. Ever. 
I’m twelve years old and I can remember when Mom, Dad, and I were all happy. But that was years ago. It’s been a long time since there’s been any happiness in this house. 
Well, before Mom died anyway, and not a day since. 
Mom died when I was nine. I don’t remember much about her, except I remember her telling me how ugly I am. How life would be better if I was taken away from them. How I’ll never be anything, because I’m stupid and ugly. 
Sometimes I dream happy things. Like me, Mom, Dad and a little blond-haired boy all going for a picnic. The sun beamed down on us as we played outside and laughed. We’d eat yummy sandwiches Mom made for us, and we’d drink homemade lemonade. We’d spend hours outside, laughing and talking and just having fun. Mom would tell me how pretty I am, and how much she loved me. She would play with my hair, braid it, and then we’d go and pick bright flowers to take home and put in a vase. Dad would smile and call us “his girls”, always kissing Mom and hugging me. Dad would put the little boy on his shoulders and run around the park, trying to catch the clouds. 
I love those dreams, and I hold onto them; wishing they were real. But I’ve never had a mom like that, and my dad doesn’t talk much unless it’s with his fists, or to tell me how ugly and useless I am. 
I feel him walking around the house. The floorboards creak and the vibrations from his footsteps come through the floor to where my bottom is. I close my eyes tighter and try and breathe as quietly as I can. 
Please go away, Daddy. Please go away. 
My heart is beating so fast. My hands are shaking and I’m trying really hard not to think about what’s going to happen the minute he opens the closet door. 
Shhh, it’s so quiet. The only sound is my heart thrumming in my ears. Nothing else. Not a whisper, not a rattle…nothing. 
Maybe Daddy’s left. Maybe he’s gone to the pub to have a few drinks. Maybe, just maybe, he’s left...forever. 
I take a deep breath and just relax for a moment. My shoulders drop and I finally stop rocking. 
Slowly I take my hands down from my ears, and I’m so happy because I can’t hear him yelling at me. I can’t hear him at all. 
Gradually, I begin to unscrunch my eyes from the way I’ve tightly closed them. But something’s not right. There’s light coming into the closet. 
I don’t even get a chance to open them fully before a rough hand reaches in, latches onto my ponytail and yanks. 
“I told you it’d be worse for you if I had to find you,” Dad says, as he drags me out of the closet by my hair. 
I’m desperately trying to hold onto my head so he doesn’t rip my hair out. My feet are trying to find traction on the dirty floorboards. 
“Please, Daddy. Please. You’re hurting me,” I begin sobbing as I plead with him. 
“Then your ugly ass should’ve come when I called you, you stupid bitch. You’re fucking worthless, you ugly idiot,” he says. But now his voice is calm as he continues to drag me toward the family room. 
That’s when he’s most scary. When his voice is low and his eyes are filled with hate. 
He throws me against the side of the sofa and takes a step back to look at me. 
I look up and can see he’s the angriest I’ve ever seen him. “You dumb, ugly piece of shit,” he says, as he paces back and forth in front of me. 
“Sorry, Daddy. Whatever I did, I’m so sorry.” I cower into myself, trying to make myself as small as possible. 
“You’re just too fucking stupid, aren’t you?” he spits toward me as he brings his hand up to scratch at his chin. 
“I’m sorry,” I say again. Tears are falling hot and fast down my cheeks. My head hurts from where he was pulling my hair, but I don’t dare try to rub the spot. 
“You ugly fuck.” He kicks a boot into my leg. 
The pain is instant and my leg feels like it’s shattered. “Please, Daddy,” I beg again, burying my face into my hands. 
But ‘please’ never seems to work. 
Nothing does.
I’ve just got to take the beatings, because that’s what stupid, ugly girls do.
From USA Today Bestselling Author K Webster, comes a new MM standalone novel! I’m used to being in charge. In the courtroom. In life. In the bedroom. But then I met him. He brings me literally to my knees. Handsome. Charismatic. Sexy as hell. He’s everything I desperately crave to possess. I’m burning to get him beneath me just to have a taste. Turns out, though, one taste isn’t enough. And he’s starved for me too. Two alphas fighting for dominance. He thrives on control and I can’t give it up. A battle of wills. The bedroom is the battlefield and our hearts are on the line. 
I loved these guys!! They were so sweet and sexy and neither one of them were even trying. They fit together perfectly. This story was beautiful, and heartfelt. I couldn’t imagine anything better for Dane than Nick. Everyone must read this amazing taboo treat!!
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05 October 2018

LOCK
A stand-alone romance novel in the Rebel series – a Redemption series spin-off
The next thrilling installment in New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Molly McAdams’s REBEL series.
I’ve waited for him for over a decade.
Loyalties kept us apart. A death set us free.
Our passion unleashed, nothing could stop us.
Until my world was rocked—my greatest failure leaving me with my greatest heartbreak.
Now Maverick is baring his soul to me, begging me to let him in. God knows I want to, but I love him, and that means I’ll do anything to keep him from the pain haunting me. Even if it destroys us both.
Someone has been waiting for this perfect moment to strike.
Watching me. 
Studying me. 
Waiting for me to be too consumed with hurt to notice he was there.
Someone who knows me.
I’m Einstein . . . like the genius, only smarter and with better hair.
There’s nothing I can’t hack into, crack open, or figure out. Well, almost nothing.
And if I can’t beat his sinister game, it won’t just be my heart that stops beating.
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Wow... this story was freaking amazing!! I could not put it down!! Einstein and Maverick rocked my world, and this story really had me at a loss for words. I will be rereading this book multiple times, and telling all of my friends about it. this was a Completely unforgettable, and absolutely fantastic MUST READ story!!
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04 October 2018

Fitz Baker was the world’s biggest sex symbol. Until he disappeared.
Fed up with the trappings of fame, he traded his world of Hollywood for a quiet life on Newman Lake. He was perfectly happy living as an island. Until he met her. 
Returning home with nothing but a failed music career, all Maggie Sharp wants is to rebuild her life. A life that doesn’t involve the surly, arrogant stranger now living across the lake.
Still, there’s something about Will…Something familiar. Something Maggie can’t quite put her finger on…
She only wanted the spotlight.
He gave up his life to escape it.
The real question is if they can remain discreet.
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This story is intense and raw and really deep. It will leave you breathless and dying for more. These characters pull at all of your heart strings. I want to tell you everything, but I'm choosing not to tell you anything. This is a story worth experiencing blind. A truly amazing book, with fantastic characters, that will leave you wanting more. I need the second part of this duet, like last week!
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EXCERPT
“I don’t like feeling like this,” Will said. 
I sucked a breath through my teeth. “Feeling like what?”
“Like this.” He took a step toward me, and I fought not to step backward. Will had a quiet authority about him, and in the shadows of the moon, his shoulders seemed to broaden, his legs seemed to lengthen. He seemed larger than life. 
When he had me backed up against the porch railing, he raised a hand, floating his fingers around my jaw, over my cheeks, but never actually touching me. I arched toward his hand. I couldn’t help it. But he hovered, never making contact. 
“You make me feel…” Will started. “Out of control.” 
I couldn’t move. “Oh?”
“Like I actually have to care about what someone else thinks. Like I’m not alone anymore.” He paused. His eyes opened wide, following the path of his fingers as they took hold of a strand of hair in my ponytail and twirled. “And for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I don’t want to be.” 
He tugged lightly on the strand, and I felt the slight pinch like an arrow through my body, shooting down my arms and legs, and coming to throb in that place no man had been for so, so long. I bit my lip. Will’s eyes dilated. 
“Tell the truth, Lil. What do you want?”
You. The word echoed distantly, like a bell tolling from miles away. I didn’t understand it. I was broken. A mess. What should I want with this man? We had a connection, sure, but overall, he was nothing but trouble. He was grouchy. A loner. Clearly had serious social and emotional control issues.
And yet. There was no denying that something was here. Since we met, it certainly felt at times as if the universe itself was tilting on its axis, trying to knock me into him. Breakdown after breakdown. Meeting after meeting. And now… 
I tipped my chin up so I could look directly at him, drawn like one of the moths circling the porch light. Winging through the dark, ready to dive into his golden inferno. 
“I don’t want Lucas,” I said quietly, drifting my gaze up and down his naked torso. A sheen of sweat glimmered in the moonlight, which also made the shadows of his muscles—the square pectorals, the solid rack of abs, the lickable V that dipped beneath his shorts—that much more evident. 
Will followed my gaze, and his hand dropped. He stepped between my legs, and his unique scents engulfed me. Working all afternoon only made them that much stronger—the scent of pine trees, lake water, and man swallowed me with a heady rush that made me shake slightly. And it was then, only then, that he finally touched me. My waist was encircled by his wide palms, so broad that his fingers nearly touched on either side. It was relatively innocent, but the intent was clear. Just like last night, he held me still; I couldn’t move unless he wanted me to. For that moment, I was his.
When I looked back up, his eyes were fixed on my lips. Unconsciously, I licked the lower one. His pupils dilated even more.
“Lil,” he whispered as he leaned a little closer.
“What are you waiting for?” I murmured. Now I was the one staring at his mouth—so soft and full under his newly trimmed beard. 
I panted. Will swore. 
“Fuck it,” he growled. “I don’t fucking know.” 
Sometimes you don’t know you wanted something until you have it. Sometimes you don’t know you need something until it’s there. 
His mouth found mine in a fury, one that surprised me for about a half second before. The hands at my waist gripped so tightly, I almost couldn’t breathe, and I felt like I was strangled—not for lack of oxygen, but for lack of him. Will’s lips made me feel like I was breathing for the first time; like I’d been under water my entire life, and he was the air I’d never known I needed.
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Releasing October 25, 2018

03 October 2018

She always ran to me.
Until he showed up.
For years, I sheltered her under my wing.
For years, I kept her safe.
For years, I loved her without bounds.
But my best friend, he stole my little lamb.
Yet, I'm the one sitting in a cell now.
Not the unkind son of a bitch thief.
Not long, Pretty. 
Not long.
Unspoken is a prequel novella to the upcoming Sal Raniero novel, “Hey Pretty.” 
Unspoken follows the She/He - A Duetbut is standalone.
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This was a dark and twisty prequel that will leave you completely speechless. It filled with all the darkness, and will keep you hooked all the way through. This story was twisted and I can't wait to see what comes next!
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Sometimes even the nerd gets the girl.
One too many nights sleeping in front of his computer has made Jameson a rising star in the technology world. But when a mysterious woman seeks the help of his family he puts his career on hold to protect her. She shows him that there is more to life than a computer screen one kiss at a time. Now, if only he can convince her to stay.
After losing her parents in a tragic accident, Poppy spent her childhood being raised by her elderly grandmother only wanting the chance to find the same love that her parents had. Her knight in shining armor turns out to be her nightmare and Poppy is left racing with her two daughters toward the last place she remembers feeling safe. But she never expects to find security in the arms of a career-driven tech geek.
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I have been in love with the Connellys since the very first book. this is yet another amazing addition to an already truly fantastic series. I never want these books to end. This is an absolute MUST READ series from beginning to end!!
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Interlude
Hostage
Deeper
Love Broken
Peep Show
Elements of Mischief
She Asked for It
Midnight Blue
Ten Night Stand
The Spark
Deviant
Too Easy
Signed
Afternoon Delights: A Collection of Hot Short Stories
Deep
In Deep
Prisoner
My Torin
Their Stepsister
The Fix