Titles: Surviving Love
Author Name: Ada Frost
Series Name (or Stand Alone): Surviving Series Two
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 25
Publisher (or Self): Self
Word Count: 92,000 words
~ Synopsis ~
What do you do when
you find out you’re pregnant, your boyfriend rejects you, your sister is beaten
half to death and the most annoyingly gorgeous man takes up residence in your
house? Well ladies, there is only one thing to do, pull up your big girl
knickers and show the world your middle finger.
Louise
Beaumont is renowned for her sharp wit, smart mouth and sassy personality. She
comes out swinging in an argument, even when she’s wrong. But even some events
in life can knock her on her arse. And fighting through the sludge of emotional
pressure she’s had poured over her is taking its toll.
Johan
Senior is broken. A man with a deeply traumatic past, shadows and monsters
haunt his every waking hour. That is until a heavenly angel is sent in the form
of a loud mouthed chestnut haired vixen, who threatens his manhood countless
times. But his heart grabs onto her and refuses to let her go. The only problem
is, his mind needs to allow him the pleasure of human touch, and to take that
terrifying step of allowing someone into his heart.
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~ Excerpt ~
I climbed into the shower and sat beside him. It felt a little
stupid sitting on the floor of the shower with him but I didn’t know what else
to do.
“Who are they, Johan?”
“In the big house, they’ll know we’re here. He said I had to
stay quiet,” he whispered. He lifted his hand and pointed towards the door,
then frowned staring at his hands. “I can’t get it off. It won’t come off.
Look, I...it won’t come off,” he choked as he held his hands out in front of
him. I couldn’t see anything on his hands; they were clean, completely pruned
and wrinkly from the water.
“What’s on them?” I asked gently. I felt like I was talking to
one of the kids in class.
“Her blood, it’s everywhere.” He sobbed. His hands shook as he
twisted them wiping at imaginary blood.
“Sweetheart, nothing is there.” I put my hands around his, and
he pulled away from me so fiercely he banged into the side of the wall. I
flinched for him because that had to have hurt.
“Don’t touch me, I’m vile. You...I can’t spoil you,” he gasped,
curling into the corner away from me. Tears mixed with the water on his face.
“Johan, you can’t spoil me. I’m going to clean you, okay?
Together we will get you clean.” I shifted towards him slowly.
“I’ll spoil you. I make everything bad,” he said pleadingly. I
paused, puzzled by the beautiful, broken man before me.
“No you won’t, I promise. Come here...please,” I begged. I held
out my arms hoping he would come to me. The shower cubicle wasn’t large but the
way he was pulling away from me, it was as if the Grand Canyon stood between
us. I could see the indecision in his face before he moved into my arms. I
wrapped myself around him, cradling him to me as he sobbed loudly. He gripped
at my wet clothes, as if he wanted to be as close as humanly possible. I
stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head, whispering loving words to try
to soothe him.
The water had warmed his skin, but he still shivered.
“Johan?” I whispered.
“Why do the people I
love die? I have their blood on my hands, what did I do...to make them leave
me?“
Titles: Be My Hero
Author Name: Linda Kage
Series Name (or Stand Alone): The
Forbidden Men, Book Three
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 25
Publisher (or Self): Self
Word Count: 122,000 words
~ Synopsis ~
Once upon a
time, there was this pampered rich girl who was kind of full of herself. She
really only cared about appearances and hiding all her dark, ugly secrets under
the guise of an opinionated snob. But then Eva Mercer got pregnant, shot by a
psycho, and kicked out of the only home she knew. Now she’s broke, unemployed,
and has to start anew with a newborn to raise. But how?
On the
other side of town, sexy, tattooed orphan, Patrick Ryan, can’t get a break.
He’s out on parole for defending the last damsel in distress while trying to
help her support her child, but all he wants is to find his one true love. He
knows this woman by scent, smile, and laugh, but he’s never actually met her.
He doesn’t even know her name. He just knows she’s the key to fixing
everything.
One kind of
hero can save you from physical harm. Another can rescue you from a different
kind of doom. To reach their dreams, Eva and Pick can save each other. But
first, they must open their hearts and learn how to trust.
~ Excerpt ~
“Does she
need a blanket?” I asked when her tiny frame shuddered in her sleep as if she
was shivering. “She looks cold.”
The nurse’s
lips pinched with irritation. “She’s fine. But you really need to get back to
your own room. They said you just got off dialysis yesterday. You don’t want to
overdo it.”
I nodded as
if agreeing, but answered, “Just a little bit longer.”
With a
grumble, she spun away and stalked off. When I heard the phrase, “...typical
single teen mother. Thinks she knows everything...” I turned and stared after
her, watching the extra twenty pounds of weight on her waistline shift back and
forth as she marched off in an angry huff.
I don’t
know why I let her comment get to me. Maybe it was still pregnancy hormones
swimming through my veins, the start of some baby blues, or normal insecurity
issues of a typical new nineteen-year-old mom. But tears immediately filled my
eyes. I turned back to my child, small and helpless, fighting for her life, and
the floodgate opened even more.
What the
hell did I think I was
I’d gone
into this with my usual fake confidence, thinking sure I could raise a kid.
Millions of women popped out babies every year. Why would I have a problem with
it? And look, I’d almost gotten Skylar killed.
I sobbed
even harder, my chest heaving. I had to pull my hand free of Skylar’s incubator
and bury my face in both my palms to muffle the gut-wrenching sounds so I
wouldn’t wake her.
She was
here, like this, because I was unfit, because
“Hey,” a
cheerful voice interrupted my pity party. “Well, looks who’s up and out of bed
already.”
He sounded
so relieved and happy. I turned to look up at Pick. He stood in the doorway
with the biggest grin and a pink gift bag dangling from his hand. When he saw
my face, his smile dropped flat.
“What’s
wrong? Skylar?” He dropped the bag as he hurried to the incubator.
The worry
on his face warmed my heart and helped calm my tears. “No, she’s okay. Getting
better every day.”
A heavy
sigh escaped him as he set his hand on the clear plastic separating him from my
daughter. “Thank God.”
I blinked,
still in awe over how worried he’d been. “How did you get back here?” They
hadn’t even allowed Reese into the NICU. She still had to look at Skylar
through the window in the hall.
“Being a
flirt comes in handy sometimes.” He finally turned to me and winked. “The
nurses love me.” His grin was brief though. His worry returned almost
immediately as he reached down to pluck me out of the chair. “Now what’re all
these tears about? You’re looking better, by the way. The yellow skin and
swollen face scared the shit out of me.”
I didn’t
realize he was going to sit me in his lap until he was already settling me into
place. I felt even younger, and stupider than I had when I’d started my crying
jag. A silly little girl needing to sit on a nice comforting lap to get over
herself.
“I don’t
know,” I mumbled, wiping the drops off my cheeks and feeling lame. “I’m just
so...overwhelmed.” Along with scared, worried, lost, unsure—ugh! What happened
to the cocky Eva Mercer I’d been a year ago? I’d take a nice, big dose of her
right now.
Pick
chuckled and kissed my forehead, stirring up a nest of butterflies in my
stomach. Or maybe it was the staples in the c-section cut that created such a
sensation, except I really couldn’t feel much in that area. Awesome drugs and
all.
Unable to
help myself I plunked my head onto his nice, wide comforting shoulder. I mean,
he was offering it. I couldn’t resist. And it felt good, so amazingly good to
let someone hold me for a minute.
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~ Author Bios ~
Ada Frost: Hi! What to say about myself...I don't really have anything
interesting to offer other than I love to read, and create stories for others
to enjoy. I've always been told I have a vivid imagination, I just lacked the
confidence to pursue putting it onto the the written page. But finally I
embarked on making a single dream come true.
I love to read, and write. I only read romance,
any genre really, but it has to have a beautiful romance. I also demand a HEA,
even if it takes two or three books to get there. Reality is too broken and
jaded without having to live through the trauma and angst in a book for it to
end unhappily.
I would love to connect with readers to hear
their views on my work.
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Linda Kage: I grew up on
a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight children. Now I live in
Kansas with my husband, daughter, and our nine cuckoo clocks. My life's been
blessed with lots of people to learn from and love. Writing's always been a
major part my world, and I'm so happy to finally share some of my stories with
other romance lovers.
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