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An Act of Courage (Acts of Honor Series – Book 4) by KC Lynn is now #LIVE! #OneClick this #NewRelease today!

“They say you will always remember your first kiss, but in my case, that’s a lie. Because any kiss I had before this one was obliterated the moment his lips fell upon mine.”

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🌼🌼 Review by  Tasha M 🌼🌼

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Where do I start telling you about a book that will bring you to your knees, Gut you, make you Heart Sigh with Happiness. How do I tell ladies that have come to adore Christopher as much as I have, how he is so much more than we love and expected. No words can do him or this story justice…..

K. C Lynn has given us gutt-renchening before but this, this is different cos we know this little boy and how damaged he was. We know how he has lacked love and understanding but we always saw his true worth, we always knew how loved he was when Faith found him. And By-God was it Beautiful and Magical watching him realise it.

Only Strongest of Women know how to take care of Men as Damaged as Cade and Christopher. These boys are so lucky to have her but more so Christopher and he is even more blessed cos he has Alissa, watching him love her and do what was best for her was Beautiful and at times Heart shattering. But these boys are not stupid they know when God hands then a second chance and when they grab on, they do so Gripping tightly with both hands. Christopher would move Heaven and Hell for his Ladies but for Alissa he would go Beyond that if needed, he would lay down his life for her. And he did it many times without even blinking. That’s the strength and bond of their love.

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Alissa she knew what she was getting into when she fell inlove with this tortured Soul and she knew she would battle all his demons even when he wasn’t strong enough to do it. She stood by him and held his hand even when he was against himself, she did that and way more. Only True, Honest unconditional Love and Courage can see you through what they went through. True Love will always win, it can be your Absolute strength, and it’s the only thing that can Heal a shattered Soul.

These two are such an amazing couple they prove Time and anger can never diminish love. Even if Christopher doesn’t see it Alissa has always seen them at the finish line Smiling, happy and stronger with thier own HEA. I loved seeing that. I loved knowing once he works through the all his baggage he is only gonna know Beautiful Bliss.

Grab this book ladies. I know there will be times you are a blubbering mess but it’s all so worth it especially knowing this will Heal and lead to Christopher and Alissa getting all the happiness they deserve finally.

Also for all the Cade and Ruthie lovers like me you will definitely not be disappointed.

This book is just So Magical and Beautiful. I hope you all love it as much as I did…

Enjoy!!!!!

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Preston’s Honor

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Review

With time comes understanding. For those of us that were young parents we certainly can understand now that back then we really didn’t know it all, that we really did need help and guidance. What happens when we don’t have that or when we don’t reach out and speak the words. Well so much gets lost. 

This story touched my soul. Words left unspoken could’ve impacted so many decisions and made for very different outcomes. I highlighted so many passages in this story but I can’t bring myself to spoil not even one second of this beautiful love story, a story that tells us how much we take for granted. A story of love that some how was not allowed to become all it could be. Sometimes what you think is best really is the opposite. But mostly knowing when to give in and let all you thought you knew go. 

I am a big fan of Mia’s but if I weren’t I would be after reading this tremendously beautiful heart warming story. 

#NewRelease #6stars #Lovethisbook #strongheroines #herosyoulove

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I think it’s my 3rd book by K.Langston and this woman is definitely an automatic one click Author. She writes so beautifully. With this book she has proved she touch people’s Souls so profoundly.

This book Gosh will it damage you. It will have you sobbing. You will want to slap Dean and shake him. Ask him how can he be so selfish. What type of a man does this to his family. God knew I could see he was lost but Fuck me I still hated him and the situation he put Sylvie and Caroline in. When you have the world in your palms and you refuse to see how you are destroying it until it was to damn late, that is it own damn fault.This book Proves an Age Old Truth. You can’t help Someone when they don’t yet know they need it.

Sylvie….My heart shattered for her. I wanted to hold her and be her friend. I wanted to say you tried. I was so proud of her and how she faced her responsibility head on. She was willing to fight for Dean, for his well being and even when she knew it was lost and she had to put herself and Caroline first she still wanted to see him through his dark times…

This woman’s strength and courage awed me. She was so Brilliant and it was a shame she blamed and hurt herself for something she had no control of.
To say Dean was a selfish Bastard feels so good. But how do we Judge when we know nothing about a person’s demons. His demons were so powerful that it almost took Sylvie as well. They day he fought and didn’t do what his mind was forcing him to do, I wanted to Hug him. Gosh the Pain, the Struggle the hurt fuckity it cut deep. You feel all their emotions. What one person’s actions can do to so many lives.

Linc was an Angel in disguise. Yes he was Slyvie’s best friend. Yes she loved him so much but even a blind person knows that the Best Love Stories start with Amazing friendships. Dean definitely saw this and I don’t understand why he stood in the way of it. Why he never set Sylvie free without Hurt and Guilt. That was not love. Love always wants you to be happy not trapped. You love someone you set them free if they don’t feel the same.

Linc the Polar opposite of Dean. This man’s patience and love has the brightest light ever seen. His hope was unwavering. His knowing and understanding towards Sylvie was astounding. His love was Pure Magic. Love that was from the Depths of his soul and you feel it all. He knew. He understood that what you love set it free and if it’s meant for you it will find its way back. He knew Sylvie was his and eventually would be by his side. That unwavering faith can shake a person.

God really put Linc on this earth for Sylvie. He was what she needed every single moment in this book.

This story teaches you about healing and letting Go of things you don’t have the ability to change…Yet it is so Breathtakingly Beautiful. The words written by this Author will have you hooked from the Prologue.

Grab this book ladies and be prepared to not want to put this book down till you read the Epilogue.

Floved this book. Enjoy Ladies.

#MackDaddy #PenelopeWard #WhosYourDaddy #SecondChances

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Mack Daddy

“We all have that one person. It’s not necessarily someone we end up with. But it’s that person who, for whatever reason, gets under your skin and stays there. You can live on, but parts of them are always with you. Sometimes, if things never had a chance to develop, if feelings are still unresolved, that person becomes an even more powerful force in your life, even in absentia.”

 

Beautiful, powerful, funny, and heart warming. You will fall in love with Mack from the beginning. He can be my daddy any day 😉.
Mack tries everything in his power to get back into Frankie’s life. He does everything in his power to get his son the help he needs. Frankie is the perfect person to understand what his son his feeling. So for Mack it’s a win win situation. He gets his son help and he gets to be in Frankie’s life.


But that’s not all. There are a few twists and turns that will blow your mind. Because well like in real life things just aren’t that easy. Now Mack and Frankie need to figure out if they are friends more then friends or nothing at all.

With a loving old no filter neighbor maybe Mack can figure things out with her advice.

Hold on to your hats because you will enjoy this emotional roller coaster ride. And don’t forget MackDaddy is totally mine.

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MACK DADDY
(A standalone)
Release date: 2/13/2017
A Contemporary Romance Novel

New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
Penelope Ward

Synopsis:

From New York Times bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a sexy, STANDALONE second-chance romance.

They called him Mack Daddy. No, seriously, his name was Mack. Short for Mackenzie. Thus, the nickname. Perfect, right?

So was he: perfect. The perfect physical male specimen.

At the private school where I taught, Mack Morrison was the only man around in a sea of women.

Everyone wanted a piece of the hot single father of the sweet little boy.

I was riddled with jealousy, because they didn’t know that—to me—he was much more.

They didn’t know about our past.

He’d chosen my school for his son on purpose, because Mack and I, we had unfinished business.

As my friend Lorelai so eloquently put it: “Unfinished business between two people who are clearly attracted to each other is like an eternal case of blue balls.” And I was suffering in pain from my case.

I was still intensely attracted to Mack. I tried to resist him, immersing myself further into a relationship with another man just to protect my heart.

Not to mention, getting involved with a parent was strictly against school rules. But seeing Mack day in and day out was breaking me down.

And soon I might be breaking all the rules.

Author’s note – Told in alternating points of view, Mack Daddy is a full-length standalone novel.

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Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

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MACK DADDY
(A standalone)
Release date: 2/13/2017
A Contemporary Romance Novel

New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
Penelope Ward

Synopsis:

From New York Times bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a sexy, STANDALONE second-chance romance.

They called him Mack Daddy. No, seriously, his name was Mack. Short for Mackenzie. Thus, the nickname. Perfect, right?

So was he: perfect. The perfect physical male specimen.

At the private school where I taught, Mack Morrison was the only man around in a sea of women.

Everyone wanted a piece of the hot single father of the sweet little boy.

I was riddled with jealousy, because they didn’t know that—to me—he was much more.

They didn’t know about our past.

He’d chosen my school for his son on purpose, because Mack and I, we had unfinished business.

As my friend Lorelai so eloquently put it: “Unfinished business between two people who are clearly attracted to each other is like an eternal case of blue balls.” And I was suffering in pain from my case.

I was still intensely attracted to Mack. I tried to resist him, immersing myself further into a relationship with another man just to protect my heart.

Not to mention, getting involved with a parent was strictly against school rules. But seeing Mack day in and day out was breaking me down.

And soon I might be breaking all the rules.

Author’s note – Told in alternating points of view, Mack Daddy is a full-length standalone novel.

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Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

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#AThousandLetters#ReleaseBlitz #SecondChances

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A Thousand Letters.

Staci Hart brought me to my knees with this book. She is a first time author for me and I wanna know if I was dead that I never noticed her work before. This woman has the ability to capture you from the First Sentence. My God this woman knows what she is doing and doing it so so amazingly well.

I think that no matter what I or anybody says you will never know how beautiful, how Magical, How powerful this book is. You have got to just read this book and experience Real, Raw Emotion in its best way possible.

From two young kids that made mistakes and ran away cos really they were just to young, then we the circumstances that bring them back together and the pain the heart ache they go through, the mending of hearts and the past, dealing with the worst family ever was so emotionally draining.
But what I loved most is the way Elliott fought and stood by her beliefs. Watching her grow a back bone and stick up for herself, for what she wanted was as Beautiful as watching a Catipillar become The most Beautiful Butterfly.
I see so much of myself in Elliott and trust me the struggle is real when put in her situation.

Wade fighting his own battles emotionally and mentally tries very hard to block out Elli. Silly man didn’t realise the power of true love. Watching him realise this and deal with so much made you wanna hug him so tight. But at the same time I have to admit there were many times I wanted to shake him or kick him in gonads.

Overall Ladies this book, the characters, the story, the side characters and the writer only way to describe it all is to say this book is love, Hope and Forgiveness

This book has an unshakable place in my heart and will forever stay with me. When you read this book then and only then would you understand true beauty in its simplist form. Have plenty Tissues and a glass of wine ready.

“Lyrical, heartbreaking, and emotionally intense, A THOUSAND LETTERS is a beautiful portrait of an undying love that deserves a second chance.”

Melanie Harlow, USA Today Bestselling Author

A Thousand Letters, an all-new emotional standalone by Staci Hart is LIVE!!!

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Sometimes your life is split by a single decision.

I’ve spent every day of the last seven years regretting mine: he left, and I didn’t follow. A thousand letters went unanswered, my words like petals in the wind, spinning away into nothing, taking me with them.

But now he’s back.

I barely recognize the man he’s become, but I can still see a glimmer of the boy who asked me to be his forever, the boy I walked away from when I was young and afraid.

Maybe if he’d come home under better circumstances, he could speak to me without anger in his voice. Maybe if I’d said yes all those years ago, he’d look at me without the weight of rejection in his eyes. Maybe if things were different, we would have had a chance.

One regretted decision sent him away. One painful journey bought him back to me. I only wish I could keep him.

*A contemporary romance inspired by Jane Austen’s Persuasion*

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About the Author

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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SINGE is the first book in an ALL NEW smokin-hot standalone series by Aly Martinez NOW AVAILABLE!

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She was my nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched her fall into that inferno. Over and over, I failed to save her.

I hadn’t been able to reach her, and the guilt only burned hotter over time. Four years later, I was the unreachable one.

Heroes aren’t always saints. Sometimes, we’re nothing more than jaded sinners driven by sleepless nights and hearts full of darkness.

And then I met her. She was a dreamer who managed to soothe my scars and heal my wounds.

But, as the flames closed in around us, I feared I wasn’t the right man to save her. That is until I realized she was the one woman I’d burn the world down to protect.

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Chapter One

Jude

“Tomorrow, it’s on me,” I said, standing up off the barstool.

Behind the bar, Carmen waggled her eyebrows, seductively calling out, “Funny, I could be on you tonight if you stayed awhile longer.”

I laughed at her innuendo and tossed her a wink. “I gotta get home, babe. Seven a.m. comes way too early.”

“Well, offer’s on the table,” she purred.

It always was with her. And, if I wasn’t careful, I’d eventually take her up on it.

Not that sleeping with Carmen wouldn’t have been good. But, when you find a cheap bar only five minutes from your house, you don’t fuck that up by dipping your cock into the bartender.

“Later, Carmen,” I called, pushing the door open and heading to my car.

I wasn’t out of the parking lot before I heard, “Officer Levitt? We’ve got an alarm going off in Park Hill. You mind taking a look on your way home?”

Banging my head back against the headrest, I groaned to myself. Park Hill was about as “on my way home” as swinging past California on the way to Maine.

Switching my radio to my other hand, I complained, “I’m off the clock, Jocelyn.” I had been for several hours, even if I hadn’t made it home yet.

She laughed. “I’m sorry, but you’re the only one remotely close. I had to send two cars out to the Laslows’ to break up another argument between Cam and his old man.”

“They at it again?” I asked.

“Apparently, Cam told Lindsey he didn’t want the baby. Lindsey told his dad. Old Man Laslow lost his mind.”

I chuckled, putting my blinker on and then doing a U-turn in the middle of the empty road. “Christ. I bet he did. I know the man’s seventy-five, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want to go toe-to-toe with him.”

“I’m with you on that. So…you gonna head out to Park Hill?” she asked in a sugary-sweet tone.

I grumbled deep in my chest. “You’re gonna owe me some of that banana bread for this. I missed it the other day when you brought it up to the station.”

“I don’t owe you anything.” She giggled. “However, as a personal thank-you from the state of Illinois, Park County, and the owners of Park Hill, I’ll bring you in a loaf on Friday. Deal?”

“Deal. I’m en route now.”

“Stay safe, and radio in with your report.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, knowing exactly how much thirty-year-old Jocelyn loved being called ma’am by a twenty-five-year-old man.

“Don’t you—”

“Gotta go.” I turned the volume down to mute her, grinning to myself as I flipped my lights and siren on.

I’d been a cop for two years. And, in that time, I’d been out to the privately owned Park Hill estate at least a dozen times. It wasn’t unusual for the alarm on the mansion to get triggered. It never amounted to anything. The expansive estate was on the very edge of the county, and trouble didn’t usually travel that far out. More often than not, a bird at a window or a bumbling new member of the grounds crew would accidentally trip the alarm. Truth was, no one actually lived in Park Hill. The owners visited sporadically. But, for the majority of the time, it remained empty.

Some minutes later, I cut my siren as I pulled up to the entrance. The cold air assaulted me as I stepped out of my patrol car with my flashlight in hand and aimed at the keypad on the massive security gate that blocked the driveway off. That damn thing alone had to have cost more than I’d make in a lifetime. Forget about the house inside.

The smell of wood burning in a fireplace wafted through the night air. I guessed someone was home for a visit.

I typed in the emergency code on the gate panel and then climbed back in my car and made my way down the tree-lined driveway. I’d spent the day on patrol, and, with the exception of some minor vandalism across town, it had been a slow one.

Though, in the blink of an eye, that would change.

Along with my entire life.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed as the main house came into view on the top of the hill.

After throwing my car in park, I jumped on the radio at my shoulder. I could barely get the words out as I slung my door open and took off at a dead sprint.

“This is Officer Levitt! I need fire support at Park Hill immediately!”

And then I froze as a wave of adrenaline crashed into me like a tsunami.

An inferno roared in the night sky, but it was the small silhouette of a woman perched outside a third-floor window, smoke pouring out all around her, that knocked the breath out of me. My heart stopped, but my feet continued to pound against the pavement.

Jocelyn’s voice caught me. “What’s going on?”

“I need medical too!” I barked as I got closer. “The whole damn place is in flames and there’s a woman trapped!”

The woman’s long, black hair blew out behind her like a battered flag whipping in a storm. I couldn’t make out her face or her skin color or even guess at her age for the black soot covering her, but her fear was unmistakable.

And unforgettable.

“Hang on!” I yelled up to her.

“Oh my God!” she screamed before it turned into a fit of coughing. “Help me!”

“Hang on! Don’t let go!”

Frantically, I searched the perimeter for a way in, but it wasn’t only her house that was on fire. Flames were encompassing her. The yard and all the surrounding flowerbeds. Top to bottom. The first and second floors were completely engulfed, and if the sound of shattering windows was any indication, it was quickly making its way up to the third floor—to her.

“No! Don’t leave me!” she screamed, panic thick in her garbled voice, as I started around the side of the house.

A wall of heat stopped me in my tracks. Throwing an arm up, I did my best to block my face while scanning the building for any possible entry—or, in her case, exit.

But there wasn’t a surface of that house that wasn’t ablaze.

Except the roof.

Son of a bitch.

I spoke into the radio. “I need an ETA on fire.”

Jocelyn replied, “They’re on their way. Five minutes out.”

I didn’t have one minute, much less five.

Fuck.

My pulse quickened, sending blood thundering in my ears. I was a cop. I’d trained for chaos. I should have been able to come up with a solution for a situation like this, but they didn’t teach you how to conquer the impossible at the Academy.

And, as I took inventory of the flames dancing beneath her, I knew that was exactly what I was up against.

My gut wrenched as I helplessly sped back around the house. She appeared almost childlike, hovering barefoot on that narrow brick ledge, but her long-sleeve top and her loose-fitting pants clung to the body of a woman.

Jesus Christ! Where was that fucking fire truck?

“Is anyone else in the house?” I yelled up to her.

Not that I could have helped them, either. Short of running into a burning building, on what would surely be a suicide mission, there was not one thing I could do. And didn’t that little reality feel like a wrecking ball to the chest.

“No!” she cried, a loud sob lodging in her throat. It turned into more coughing, her body shaking violently with every heave.

I fisted my hands at my sides as my anxiety spiraled higher.

“Please. Do something!” she begged.

I ground my teeth together and once again glanced around as if a water hose and a ladder were going to suddenly appear out of nowhere. “Hang tight, okay? Fire trucks are on their way.”

“I can’t hold on much longer!” she cried.

“Yes, you can,” I demanded.

“I…I think I need to jump,” she coughed out.

I assessed the massive fire below her. I’d never be able to reach her before it swallowed her. But there was no way I’d be able to stand by and watch her burn.

No. If she jumped off that ledge, she was going to get us both killed.

“Don’t you dare,” I barked. “Don’t even think about it. Two minutes. They’ll be here.”

“I…I can’t.”

“Two minutes,” I repeated. “Hold—”

Suddenly, a window to her left exploded, shooting glass and flames in all directions.

I covered my face as she screamed in a paralyzing mixture of fear and agony. It cut me so deep that I knew I’d bear the scars for the rest of my life, and that had nothing to do with the glass and everything to do with the heavy weight of my failure already lingering in the smoke-filled air.

When I opened my eyes again, I caught a glimpse of orange flickering in the window behind her. Panic built in my chest.

“You need to move!” I yelled.

She shook her head and continued to cough and cry.

But it wasn’t an option. I couldn’t help her. Though I damn sure refused to watch her die.

“Please. Just listen to me.” I swallowed hard. “You can’t stay there.” I looked to the roof.

Sending her higher seemed wrong and went against everything I’d learned in my limited fire training. But fuck, my options were having her jump into a conflagration or scale up the side of a building in hopes of buying us the precious minutes needed for the fire department to arrive.

Drawing in a smoke-filled breath, I made a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life. “You need to climb up to the roof.”

“I can’t!” she shrieked.

My stomach twisted, but I gentled my voice. “Look, I know you’re scared. But I’m right here. I’ll help guide you up, but, sweetheart, it’s bearing down on you. You gotta move, and I mean now.”

She choked on a mouthful of smoke as she attempted to look over her shoulder.

“You’re going to be fine. I swear to you,” I lied. “But you have to move.”

“I’m not going to make it!” She had to have yelled it in order for me to hear her, but I felt her defeat slither over my skin like a whispered goodbye.

I took a long step forward, too focused on her to feel the heat singeing my skin. “Yes, you are!” I declared. “Move your ass up to the roof and we’ll both be out of here in time for breakfast.”

Her gaze landed on mine, tears forging paths down her soot-covered cheeks, her disbelief obvious even from yards away. “Are you sure?”

It was a ridiculous question. It wasn’t like I could make any guarantees. It was fire, for God’s sake. But that didn’t stop me from covering my heart with my palm and vowing, “I swear on my life you’re going to make it through this.”

Her hesitation was evident, but with one last sob, she inched her small body farther out onto the narrow ledge, reaching the tips of her shaking fingers out for the windowsill above her.

“Good girl,” I praised, a fraction of relief washing over me.

And then I sucked in a sharp breath as one of her shaking legs slipped out from under her.

“No!” I yelled.

On instinct, I rushed toward the flames, my arms stretched out in the air as though I could catch her.

A scalding heat blistered my face and forced me to stop, but the real pain was in my chest. I watched in horror for what felt like a lifetime as she fought to right herself, her dainty arms flailing like a wounded butterfly frantically trying to catch the wind.

But there was none to be found.

My heart lurched into my throat, and my breath seized in my lungs.

And then a deep, guttural sound tore through me, shredding me from the inside out, as I watched her fall.

I woke up in a cold sweat. It wasn’t exactly something new. I’d been dreaming of Butterfly for over four years. She always flew directly into the flames, screaming as I stood helpless to save her.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I cradled my head in my hands and tried to pretend I was okay. That wasn’t exactly something new, either. I could still feel the heat on the back of my neck. My lungs were still thick with smoke. The pressure in my chest never left me.

The distance while I was living in LA had helped. But, in the week since I’d been back in Illinois, I’d woken up every morning at that blazing house. I didn’t even have to be asleep for the memories to assault me.

I should have gone back to sleep. It was my first day at my new job, and the last thing I needed was to show up haggard and sleep-deprived. But, as I’d learned over the years, another fiery butterfly awaited me on the other side of REM. No way I was volunteering for that.

I pushed myself off the bed and tugged a T-shirt on, preparing to head down to the hotel gym with hopes that I could outrun the mental fog that had been hovering over me since I’d returned. There was a reason I’d thrown all of my shit in my car and driven as far as I could all those years ago.

Yet, somehow, I’d come full circle.

But I’d come back a different man.

At least that’s what I’d told myself as the deafening roar of doubt had overwhelmed me the moment I’d driven across the state line.

Regardless, it had been time to go home.

I’d been gone too long.

Or, as I’d decided as I’d passed the exit to Park County, not nearly long enough.

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This book is the type of book you wanna drop everything you doing, reading or watching for. This book is utterly Heartbreaking and Heartwarming at the same time.

The beauty in a book is always when you are addicted to a story from page one. You know you in for a rollercoaster, the best kind of rollercoaster when the Prologue starts in such a Gripping and Heartbreaking way.

Rehion and Jude have the most spectacular bond. Fate brought them together. Fear, heartbreak, understanding, hope and the power to see nothing but how precious your soul mate is, is what had them bonded so strongly…..

There is no way you can talk about these two as separate ppl. Cos really there is no one without the other and that Alone For Me shows you the kind of Love these two had for each other. They represent really what and how all relationships should be. Ladies their love and Care for each other was so Darn Powerful. It really would touch you deep within your soul. It’s something that you will stay with you for Forever.

Jude for reasons realistic reasons he was so Protective of Rhion. When he called her his Butterfly there is now way we couldn’t melt like Goo. When he made promises to Wipe out Species for her in order to always Protected My Heart Swooned and Sighed with Happiness. No two other ppl deserved happiness and love like these two. Destiny really messed with their lives. Twists and turns, Surprises both good and bad, we get to see it all first hand and at times it will definitely shock you.

Don’t get me wrong as much as Jude’s love was the best kind of healing power for Rhion so was her love and Admiration for the man he was. She showed him that he was worthy of love of a better life with her and most importantly he wasn’t to blame for anything that happened to her. She Healed him just as much as he healed her. These two were Swoony when they were together but also Sweet, Genuinely you could see these two were meant for each other. Their Love making scenes were just as hot, think Steamy Kindle, Cold shower, panty melting Hot…

Now any Side Character that is not a villian in this story I loved, they Totally Rocked. They were so great and important to this book. Everything they said you enjoyed greatly. I loved reading about the Side Characters. Actually you end up falling in love with them to.

Yes this book is so different but Honest To God it should be #1 book of the year 2017. Any other book competing for that title this year has a tough act to beat.

Aly Martinez has really done it again. She Hit the ball out the park and what a spectacular time it has been.

Enjoy this book ladies. You in for an emotional ride but so worth it the end…

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Blurb

She was my nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched her fall into that inferno. Over and over, I failed to save her.

I hadn’t been able to reach her, and the guilt only burned hotter over time. Four years later, I was the unreachable one.

Heroes aren’t always saints. Sometimes, we’re nothing more than jaded sinners driven by sleepless nights and hearts full of darkness.

And then I met her. She was a dreamer who managed to soothe my scars and heal my wounds.

But, as the flames closed in around us, I feared I wasn’t the right man to save her. That is until I realized she was the one woman I’d burn the world down to protect.

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Diane’s Review ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Leylah Attar weaves poetry and music into mere words on a page to build a story that is so beautiful and unique. Set in the Serengeti, beneath the shadows of the towering Mount Kilimanjaro, this is a tale as big as its backdrop.

“He had something more. Solidity. Substance. The kind of thing the moon does to the tides, making the waves rise to attention. Jack could give you goosebumps simply by circling past you. I shuddered to think what it would be like if he deliberately decided to slay you.”

An explosion in a mall is the catalyst for this story. Rodel “Ro” goes to Tanzania to retrieve her sister Mo’s belongings and finds post it notes that are just the first pieces of the puzzle to discovering about Mo’s life in the Serengeti.

“Perhaps when you’ve watched the lion bring down the gazelle, time and time again, when you’ve felt the earth tremble with the migration of millions of wildebeest, it comes naturally. You make friends with impermanence and transience and insignificance.”

Ro’s search for answers leads her to Jack, who she finds out had lost his daughter in the same explosion that killed her sister. Jack is still trying to come to terms with his child’s death and his guilt for not protecting her. He doesn’t want to get involved with Ro and her quest.

“So many pieces of him had been fed to the lions. And as dark and bitter as it had turned him, he was a gladiator for standing where I would have surely fallen.”

I loved the twists and surprises at every turn. This is ultimately an amazing romance, but even more than that it is a tale of discovery, as Ro discovers truths about herself, her sister, and her eyes (and ours) are opened to see truths about the world around us.

Drop everything you are doing and pick up this book right now!!!

 

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Synopsis

Once in Africa, I kissed a king…

“And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I discovered the elusive magic I had only ever glimpsed between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newborn butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale for fear it would slip out, never to be found again.”

When a bomb explodes in a mall in East Africa, its aftershocks send two strangers on a collision course that neither one sees coming.

Jack Warden, a divorced coffee farmer in Tanzania, loses his only daughter. An ocean away, in the English countryside, Rodel Emerson loses her only sibling.

Two ordinary people, bound by a tragic afternoon, set out to achieve the extraordinary, as they make three stops to rescue three children across the vast plains of the Serengeti—children who are worth more dead than alive.

But even if they beat the odds, another challenge looms at the end of the line. Can they survive yet another loss—this time of a love that’s bound to slip through their fingers, like the mists that dissipate in the light of the sun?

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”

A blend of romance and women’s fiction, Mists of The Serengeti is inspired by true events and contains emotional triggers, including the death of a child. Not recommended for sensitive readers. Standalone, contemporary fiction.

 

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Excerpt:

“Shit. We’re screwed.”

“Not yet. But we will be when the sun sets and the lions come out. Don’t worry,” he said, when the color drained from my face. “We’ll take turns keeping a look out. I’ll keep watch on the roof while you sleep, and then you can do the same for me. Here.” He tore off a branch from the tree, stripped the leaves, and handed it to me. “Start whittling. A long, sharp point is best.”

I held the stick, speechless, as he ducked into the car to get a knife. It took a moment before I caught on.

There are no lions prowling about here.

Sure enough, when I marched over and swung the door open, there he was, doubled over. Laughing. The sound of it was like ripples in a still pond, after a stone has been thrown into it. It radiated outward, enveloping me, until I couldn’t help but join in.

It was in that state of intoxication, that release from self-consciousness, between peals of laughter, that I realized I was totally, completely in love with Jack Warden. It hit me like a ton of bricks, that you could feel so alive, even though your heart was nowhere in your possession, and you knew that you were going to walk around without it for the rest of your life.

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Author Bio and Links

Leylah Attar writes stories about love – shaken, stirred, and served with a twist. Sometimes she disappears into the black hole of the internet, but can usually be enticed out with chocolate. Leylah is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance/women’s fiction.

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