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a relationship with one of these dogs. But I can see in her eyes how much the idea of my ‘training’ excites her. So I’ll play along. For now.
Title: Bed of Lies [Bed of Thornes Trilogy, Book Two]
Author: Angel L. Woodz
Pages: 98 pages
Publisher: Angel L. Woodz; 1 edition
Cover Designer: J. N. Sheats
Release Date: February 24, 2016
ASIN: B01C7HE4ZK
Summary: Veronica Thorne and Adrian Montez have taken separate paths in life, unwillingly for him. Months have passed since she decided to leave for France to broaden her career. His devastated wounds from the painful thorns she left behind have yet to heal.
Adrian’s point of view takes us on a twist of battled emotions as he learns of Veronica’s darkest secrets. His fight for her heart has tattered his own. Is there such a thing as Happily Ever After or are their complicated opposite desires bringing them to the ultimate breaking point?
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Meet the Author: Author of multiple Romance sub-genres including; Contemporary, Comedy, Mystery, Paranormal, Drama, Erotic, and General.
Debut title: Bed of Thornes Trilogy.
With a passion for reading and writing since youth, Angel excelled in such subjects through her school years and won various awards for her written work; Speeches, Shorts Stories, Song Lyrics, Poems.
Her love for books grew stronger through the years. It wasn’t until recent that she decided it’s time to share her love of stories with the world. Now published, her passion has consumed all of her time outside of being with her family and friends. Inspiration comes in many forms for her work, music being one of the top tools used during her writing process. She was raised in a very musical and quite talented family that has always given her inspiration in countless ways.
Expect an abundance of upcoming titles in the works from this Author to be released to the public very soon. With the massive [and beyond appreciated] support of family/friends, fans/followers, readers and fellow Authors; Angel L. Woodz is heading straight to the Next Bestselling Author lists. #AuthorQueen
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couch. Law was persona non grata in the DeGrace house.
The truth is in my lyrics.
Uncontrollably controlled.
I bleed many things one being Rock & Roll.
I don’t date or make love, I fuck real hard.
Did you know the ace of spades is considered the death card?
Love doesn’t exist in my world, it never did.
Love won’t exist in my world, it’s something I forbid.
My name is Ace and I’m the ace of spades.
Proceed with caution, because I’m sharp like a blade.
The Band of Brothers novels are full length and will follow each brother in the band.
They can be read together or separately.
Tonight I would fuck the blonde in the front row who continued to visually rip my clothes off with every little blink she took. Her tits were hanging out of her shirt and she licked her lips and batted her eyes at me. The set was nearing the end and I could feel her gaze. When I looked away and back at her, it was like her eyes had never left me. I liked when a woman knew what she wanted.
Blue and green lights flashed over the stage then washed across the crowd. When we made eye contact again, her tongue traced the outside of her plump bottom lip and at that moment I knew she was DTF. Her being down to fuck made this so much easier but then again, being the lead singer of the Band of Brothers made panties magically melt. I’d be her fantasy for the night. I’m sure there would be many more one night stands considering each show from Florida to New York, all the way to California was sold out.
The drums beat on as I screamed out the next few lyrics. “I won’t let the world decide. I’ll die before that happens.”
The drums stopped and the distortion was cut leaving a melodic strum of Nikolas’s guitar.
The lights faded when walked off stage leaving the crowd screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs. Jex, Nic, and Rex had huge smiles covering their faces as they chugged the water the technicians handed us. This would never get old. Moments like this were the ones we lived and worked for. Once the chanting and clapping rose to the maximum volume, the four of us walked back onstage and gave the fans what they wanted, an encore.
Green and yellow lights flashed over the crowd and smoke hovered at the bottom of the stage. We played three more songs. People sang and swayed to the lyrics and music. Some jumped up and down, feeling the full beat of the drums while others banged their heads. The feeling of having thousands of people chanting my words would never become real. More often than not, I felt like I was in a dream, one that I never wanted to wake from.
During the last song, I pointed to the blonde. By the way she was dressed in a tight pink shirt and a skirt that showed the bottom of her ass cheeks, I knew she wanted to be seen. She could have possibly had this night planned from the beginning. Randomly, I chose a few others from the crowd to join us, to dance in front of our audience, to feel the temporary power. It was something I did every show, every tour. It was a habit of sorts.
Security helped the girls climb on the stage and they lifted their arms and shook their asses. Before the song ended, the technicians led the girls’ side stage as cannons of small fireworks shot from the floor. After the final song, my brothers and played the crowd and threw drumsticks and guitar picks. The yelling didn’t stop for minutes and the audience realized we weren’t coming back out. I walked side stage where girls anxiously waited us. I smiled, popping an eyebrow at my chosen woman for the night, and she instantly came to me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and hers hung on my waist. My brothers stopped in the green room with the other girls, but Blondie and I walked to the bus.
“I’m Lindsey,” she whispered in my ear before we reached the end of the hallway. I smiled at her and pushed open the exit door. Groupies and fans waited near the bus and as soon as we walked up they rushed it.
“I’ll be out in a bit,” I said, smiling at them with pearly whites. “My brothers are coming out that door over there. Really soon.”
Lyra Parish loves to write, glamp, and sing obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make her gush. She is a firm believer that a person can never have too many cups of coffee, cats, or happily ever afters. When she isn’t busy writing, she can be found sipping various beverages from her non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her bike. Lyra lives in Texas with her glassblowing, guitar-playing hubby and black cat named Nibbler.
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Carla hoped Trunk hadn’t noticed the flush she’d sensed in her face when he said he’d move in. Thankfully, new customers arrived, giving her the chance to escape. She made her way to the three tables, took their orders, and scurried back to the kitchen to slap burgers on the grill.
The heat from the cooking food was nothing compared to the heat in her body from Trunk’s news. He was like a magnet, drawing her to him for the past two years. The way his shirt pulled over his wide shoulders, his lean waist, powerful biceps, and what she guessed were tight abs, invaded her dreams at night. Of course, he had a cute butt, which she tried not to notice. A couple of times he’d caught her checking him out. She always had a snappy retort that made him laugh. But she saw the lusty light in his eyes, and it made her shiver.
She remembered the first day he’d come in. She’d been joking with Griff Montgomery that he never brought his good-looking teammates in for a beer. Then, Trunk Mahoney had walked through the door, and Carla hadn’t been able to speak. Her mouth had gotten dry while other parts had gotten damp. His powerful body, barely concealed in tight jeans and T-shirt, coupled with his confident swagger, had made her knees weak.
He’d flashed a sexy grin and raked her body with a smoldering gaze from beautiful, light blue eyes. If he had ripped the clothing from her, she couldn’t have felt more naked.
Trunk Mahoney was sex on wheels, and she’d wanted him, until she’d checked out his left hand. There it had been, the colossal mood killer—his wedding ring. So, Carla had locked up her feelings and swallowed the key. Her ‘no touch’ policy applied to all married men, no matter how attractive they were. And that included Al Mahoney.
In the locker room, Trunk noticed Griff slapping something on his face.
“You’re married. Still use that stuff?”
“Drives Lauren wild. Not that she’s in any condition to be wild, right now,” Griff said, chuckling. “But she likes it, so I use it.”
“What’s it called?”
“Midnight for Men. Now that you’re single again, better get used to using this shit. Women love it. Try it.” He passed it to Al.
Trunk finished shaving, wiped the shaving cream remnants from his face, and opened the bottle. He took a whiff. “Nice. Okay. I’ll give it a shot.”
“Just stay away from my wife, will ya?”
Orphaned at thirteen, he had turned to football to deal with his anger at his parents’ death. Shuffled from one relative to the next, he had learned to stomach insecurity. He had succeeded at the sport, making a name for himself in every town he called home at one time or another. Being a football star meant a big welcome from each new school he’d attended.
Having nothing, Al had gone to work young, doing odd jobs—raking leaves, mowing lawns, running errands. Sports had anchored him. His coaches had helped him stay on a good path, avoiding drugs and crime. Being a hero fed his heart, but he never outgrew the yearning for someone to care about him. He thought he’d found it in Mary, but he had been wrong.
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Title: The Spider Jockey Academy: The Journey Vol.1
Author: Christopher Craft
Pages: 128 pages
Publisher: Looking 4
Release Date: October 20, 2015
Summary: At the Academy, the toughest test you’ll take is the test of will. Do you have what it takes to pass?
Across vast caverns and dangerous valleys, there lies a place unlike any other, tucked away into the mountainside, which only a privileged few will ever see.
It is here, in the Academy, where the men are separated from the boys, and good separated from the evil.
Join Boris, the only flesh-covered human to ever step foot within its walls, as he navigates the treacherous and, at times, deadly halls of the infamous Academy, in his daring pursuit to become a legendary spider jockey.
In the Academy, you pass or you die. Do you have what it takes to make it to the top of the class?
Find out this and more in the first installment of The Spider Jockey Series! Grab a copy today!
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Meet the Author: Christopher Craft loves gaming! He has played a ton of games. He loves letting his imagination run wild when he is building in Minecraft or defending against attacks in Clash of Clans.
He holds nothing back when gaming, just like in his adventures! So come along and immerse yourself in epic quests that will take you into realms only ever imagined.
All these amazing stories came to life through Christopher’s dreams. From Minecraft to Clash… from Angry Birds to League… there are no limits to his dreams or his imagination!
The Obsidian Knights Adventure Series takes you on a fantastical journey filled with Intergalactic Dragons… Knights from an Ancient Order… Worlds formed before the foundations of time… The universe you know is not all that there is, as you will soon discover!
Minecraft Fan Fiction Parodies are one of his favorites! He has always wondered what they might try and tell us if they could. So come along and venture into galaxies and alternate game realities.
Fit for all ages.
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I'm not a lover either – but I wished to be – that’s why I needed her.
I met a girl in the pouring rain.
Sounds cliché, but it's true. It changed everything.
Because of love, I learned to fight.
Betas come second, but in this fight, my story is first.