Fallout (The Incorruptibles Book 2)

Fallout (The
Incorruptibles Book 2)
Release Date: March
24, 2016

 

Summary:

From Amazon bestselling author S.D. Wasley comes a new adult
paranormal romance series, The Incorruptibles,
perfect for lovers of Lauren Kate’s Fallen and the Jennifer L.
Armentrout’s Obsidian series.

 

Even when love seems
unbreakable, it can still be battered, distorted—damaged beyond repair.
 
There’s only one thing Frankie yearns for these days, and
that’s to share the gift that makes Cain so extraordinary. But no matter how
inferior she feels, she’s determined to help the man she loves with his secret
rescues, hoping that one day she will access a higher power of her own.
The one thing she knows for sure is that nothing will ever
come between her and Cain again.
Then a stranger arrives in their midst, disrupting the solid
loyalties in Cain’s group. This man has the very thing Frankie needs to unlock
her powers, but the price is higher than she could have dreamed.
Can Frankie and Cain’s love survive the fallout?
Fallout is book 2 in
the new adult paranormal romance series, The Incorruptibles, by Amazon Bestselling
author S.D. Wasley.

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Excerpt

What?” Liz was indignant when I told them about the episode that night. “Frankie, I don’t think you could possibly know that. Only Cain knows who belongs with us.”

Cain shushed Liz. “Why do you think this girl’s like us, Francesca?”

“I saw in her notebook?just one page?but it said stuff like, girl on bike, dark hair, schoolbag
strapped to rack with red luggage strap.
And old lady opening screen door for cat, wedges it open with yellow brick.
I gazed around at their faces as they registered the familiar. “It was like reading from our ledger.”

“Who is she?” Jude asked. He knew plenty of people around our age in Augur’s Well.

“Helen someone. Apparently she was in our year at school.”

“Helen Niven?”

“Maybe. Blonde girl, quite pretty. Her dad?”

“Yes, that’s her. Helen Niven.”

Cain’s face had lit up. “I need to see her.”

I nodded. “I got her number. Maybe if I ask her to meet me somewhere, you can come along too. If you watch us from a distance you might recognise Helen. If she’s one of your faces then you can come over and I’ll introduce you.”
“When?” There was an urgency to his tone.
“Uh, tomorrow maybe? She’s caring for her mother so I’ll need to find out when she’s free.”
“Message her now,” he said, nodding at my phone.

I complied, sending Helen a brief text message to ask if she wanted to meet tomorrow. Unsurprisingly, the message hung. The signal was unpredictable at best in this underground stone chamber. I figured it could wait to send until I was going home but Cain, noticing, offered to take my phone up to ground level to ensure the message went through.

I got to my feet. “I can go myself.”
He came with me anyway. I moved clear of the ruin and stood in the bright moonlight to watch the message finally blink with a sent time. Behind me, Cain slipped his arms around my waist and squeezed me close. “You are so goddamn amazing,” he breathed into my hair. “You can run into a girl at a coffee shop and identify the next member of our group
from a couple of words written in her notebook.”
“Uh, slow down,” I said. “We haven’t confirmed anything yet.” It was hard to focus on anything except his touch, especially when he pushed my hair to one side and pressed his lips to my neck. I tried to be business-like, repressing a shiver of pleasure as I checked my phone. “Do you want to go down now?”
“Do I want to go down?” he asked with a low laugh. “Oh, hell
yes!”
“Cain!” I got flustered. “That’s not what I meant.” However, he liked his meaning better and slipped a hand under the front of my shirt, kissing down my shoulders.
“We can’t do this.” My knees trembled as his hand made contact with the skin above my navel and inched its way upwards.
He nipped at my earlobe. “Why not?”

“Because one of the others might follow us up here.” I was rapidly losing conviction in my own argument. I twisted my head around to get my lips onto his. He pushed his fingers underneath my bra and I made a noise that sure didn’t sound like a protest. My phone chose that moment to beep with a new message, startling us both. I adjusted myself hastily and checked the screen. Cain groaned, trying to get his lips back onto my neck, but I twisted away. “Look. Helen’s replied.”

For a moment his desire warred with his sense of duty.
Before either could claim victory, I pushed him back from me and held my phone
up in front of his face. “She said tomorrow is good for her. Three-thirty at
the same café I met her in today.”
He nodded, defeated. “I’ll wait nearby. If I recognise her I’ll join you.”
“Come on.” I took his hand. “Let’s go back inside. They’ll think the worst if we stay out here any longer.”
“They’d be just about right,” Cain said, pulling me back effortlessly and locking me in his arms. “I’ll go back inside with you now but you, Francesca, had better stay around after everyone else has gone home tonight.”
Oh God, yes.

 

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The Bridges Before Us

 

THE BRIDGES BEFORE US

Book 3 of the FIX IT OR GET OUT series
AUTHOR:  Christine Ardigo
Stifled by her narcissistic mother, twenty-four-year-old Samantha Hart is tired of putting her life on hold. Determined to find her own happiness, she volunteers within the community. Who’d ever guess her good deeds would land her in trouble? Frustrated and at a loss, Samantha decides a walk on the wild side might do her some good.
Intrigued by the scandalous lifestyle of her dynamic coworker Cara, Samantha attempts to transform herself into Cara’s sinful image. But, as she finds her new path meaningless and hollow, she looks for someone with better judgment to steer her in the right direction, and it’s someone she least expects. Can Samantha trust a man who hates everything about her, or does he see beneath the bad girl façade?
A romance like no other, The Bridges Before Us, teaches us to love ourselves, embrace who we are, and never change for the sake of pleasing others.
Samantha ran out of the house and down the driveway. The distinct sound of the front door pulling away from its frame, followed.
“You can’t just pick up and leave! What’s wrong with you lately? Where are you going?” Her mother stepped onto the front porch, a frigid aura surrounded her.
Samantha careened out of the driveway and away from her home. She entered Jericho Turnpike and maneuvered along the congested road, blasting the stereo. Despite the chilly evening, she rolled her window down, and the wind rushed in, whipping her hair onto her face. She thrust her head out, and sang so loud and dramatic, you’d think she was an escaped psych patient. Drivers stopped to look. A few honked their horns or danced along, but most tossed dirty looks. Jerks.
She gripped the steering wheel tighter. Her mother’s words cut through her again. The daily insults and attacks, followed by the deliberate guilt trip for never being good enough, caused her eyes to lose their focus as they grew with tears. How much more could she do for that woman? Was she that much of a failure?
Twenty minutes and five songs later, her ears frostbitten and her throat dry, she pulled into a small shopping center. Rob Roy’s Deli called to her. Her car smashed into one of the many potholes created from the never-ending blizzards and she rolled the window back up. She flipped the hood on her black sweatshirt over her head, instantly finding security in the armor.
She slammed the door closed, kicked her car’s tire, and screamed. She refused to shed another tear. Rage tore through her instead. Tired of being nice and people taking advantage of her. Tired of always doing the right thing and being the good girl while other’s walked all over her. She was done.
After exiting the deli with a big fat tuna fish hero, she yanked her car door open. The sandwich rolled onto the seat, the paper unraveled, and tuna fish scurried out from the suffocating and confining bread. She wanted to escape, too. Maybe hanging out with Cara and Eryn would do her some good. Try ‘sinful and scandalous’ for a while. Nice was getting her nowhere.
Hate your boss? Want to Strangle Your Husband? Be Glad Your Co-Workers Can Keep a Secret.
Can Cheating on Your Husband Bring Unimaginable Pleasure or Completely Destroy Your World?
To her three daughters, Heather is a fun-loving, silly mom. Her co-workers at Norlyn Plains Hospital think she has it all, including a handsome lawyer husband.
But when a flirtatious new doctor chooses Heather to spend his down time with, he reminds her of the man she regrettably gave up so many years before. Each interaction breathes new life into her and she gives in to the doctor’s seductions, threatening her fifteen year marriage.
Her co-workers Victoria and Catherine, are stunned by her actions, but when they see the positive transformation in Heather, and question their own crumbling marriages, they wonder if she has the right idea.
Can cheating on their husbands bring the three of them happiness? Or will they be destroyed by the consequences?

Victoria watched Heather crunch on each grape as if it were a Godiva chocolate truffle. Something she’d been doing all week. “What’s going on, Heather?”

Heather’s eyes widened, then she glanced at her Styrofoam bowl. She looked back at Victoria and her face changed.

“What is it? Something’s up, you’re too happy.”

“I can’t be happy?” Heather sank into her chair.

“Spill it.” Victoria dumped her spoon in her bowl, refusing to give in.

Heather peered over her shoulders and then bent in leaving only six inches between her and Victoria. She opened her mouth, then shut it. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“You’ve never kept anything from me in the five years we’ve worked together. And when have I ever repeated anything you’ve said?”

Heather flashed a smile. “Okay, but…” She lowered her voice further until barely a whisper crept out. “I slept with Dr. Silvatri over the weekend.” Heather plopped back in her chair and winced.

Victoria’s jaw plunged. The two of them studied each other. Victoria could not piece together the information. Sleeping with someone else? Cheating on Lance? Sure, she was miserable, sure he was an incredible ass, but she loved her daughters more than anything and to risk her marriage? For what? Some new doctor?

Heather grinned like a child admitting she pulled the fire alarm in the school hallway. Victoria continued her silence. Was she upset with Heather? No. She was actually…intrigued. Curious.

“Are you going to give me the details or what?”

Do you believe in second chances? Third? Fourth? Destiny’s determined to keep offering another shot…if they’re brave enough to grab it.
Heather, the quirky non-conformist, is the complete opposite of her conventional, yet highly sought after boyfriend, Lance. She doesn’t know it yet, but her perfect boyfriend isn’t perfect for her. When Nicolo, a vibrant new employee starts at her job, he ignites a fire inside her, and she finds herself second-guessing her boring future as a lawyer’s wife.
Nicolo always questioned his purpose in this world, until Heather’s dynamic personality finds a way into his heart. She makes him believe he can conquer the world, while he gives her a glimpse at an adventurous future. Before they reveal their true feelings, a vindictive boss fires Nicolo, leaving Heather with no possibility of contacting him.
Five years later, Lance, deeply engrossed in law school, has yet to propose. During a rare night out, fate reunites Heather with Nicolo and that old spark is still very much alive. Torn between losing him again and the emotions she can no longer suppress, they launch into a powerful love affair. Heather discovers passion and warmth, and knows she must leave Lance.
With love this perfect, what tears them apart a second time?
Fate continues to step in, as Heather and Nicolo cross paths every five years. Will they ever fulfill their destiny, or will insecurities keep them apart?
Every Five Years is a witty, heartfelt story of true love and what happens when life keeps getting in the way.

She stepped back, but before Nicolo could throw it, a wave ripened and clobbered her. Heather’s head smacked into the sand. The crunch of her shoulder was the last thing she felt before the wave spun her. She attempted to stand, but before fully erect, another wave smacked hard, buckling her knees, and pushed her toward the sand. The taste of salt water burned her throat. Strands of hair coiled and blocked her vision.

Heather struggled upward, unaware which direction she faced. A mounting wave walloped again. The taste of gritty sand in her mouth and the inability to see sent her into a panic. She coughed, spit, then pushed up on her palms one more time. She needed to escape. Now.
Powerful arms swept her from the water’s depths. With her toes flying over the foamy surf, Heather coughed and clawed the hair away from her eyes and mouth.
Nicolo placed her on their blanket and removed the sand from her face. Her breathing adjusted and she opened her eyes. He blocked the sun with his hand. “Are you okay?”
She sputtered. “Yes, thank you.”
He brushed the suffocating hair off her neck, pushed it back over her forehead, then gazed at her, silent. His hand continued to stroke her hair, and gently caress her face. Droplets glistened off his skin. Waves of black, slick hair dripped with seawater and landed on her chest.
Feeling his magical fingers on her, seeing his face this close to hers again, made Heather want to taste his lips like she had imagined so many times in the past.
“You scared me.” He ran his finger down the side of her face to her chin.
“Don’t worry, you won’t lose me again.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” She smiled.
Nicolo collapsed next to her on the blanket and snuggled in until the warmth from their arms merged. She tilted her head onto his shoulder, wishing he would wrap his arms around her. He rested his chin on top instead, and held her hand, squeezing it tight. Their eyes closed.
School and work no longer occupied her mind.
CHEATING TO SURVIVE
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EVERY FIVE YEARS
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THE BRIDGES BEFORE US
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I’ve lived in New York my entire life and can’t imagine living anywhere else. I have the beaches, the bay and the city, all a half hour away. I’ve built memories here with my husband, two silly daughters and a bunch of crazy friends, all whom I love very much.

Cover Reveal – Downfall (The Incorruptibles Book 1) by S.D. Wasley

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Downfall (The Incorruptibles Book 1)

by S.D. Wasley

Release Date: January 7, 2016

Summary:

From Amazon bestselling author S.D. Wasley comes her first work of (new) adult paranormal romance perfect for lovers of Lauren Kate’s Fallen and the Richelle Mead’s Bloodlines series.

Frankie’s cousin wants her to do three things this year:

1. Lose her inhibitions
2. Do something spectacularly stupid
3. Fall madly in love

Travelling was Frankie’s life. As the daughter of a big-name evangelist, she’s been able to feed her hunger for new sights throughout most of her teenage years. Then a hushed-up scandal gets her thrown off the tour circuit and stuck at her uncle’s house in the town of Augur’s Well.

Forced to repeat her failed senior year, it looks like a dismal existence for Frankie—until she’s invited to the bizarre meeting place of four mismatched people … and falls hard for the fascinating, secretive Cain Aleister.

Furtive meetings in an underground chamber … Latin words carved into a stone wall … intense desire … and a secret so elusive she’ll do almost anything to bust it open. Until now, Frankie never believed in grand passions—but that’s not the only one of her beliefs about to implode right before her eyes.

Looks like Frankie’s going to score three for three.

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A New Release By the Amazing Jude Ouvrard!

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Title: Body, Ink & Soul (Ink #1)

Author: Jude Ouvrard


Publication Date: July 23rd, 2014

Genre: New Adult Romance

 

 

 

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Synopsis

Phoenix Silverstone more commonly known as Nix, is a twenty-one year old that has finally discovered her freedom. After living under the strict rules and protection of her mother, Nix moved out with her two best friends in a quaint little Seattle apartment. For the first time Nix is finally able to spread her wings and breathe. Together, they get a job working at a bar and for the first time everything is perfect.

Freedom, friendships, a great job and a fantastic man on the verge of becoming hers. Tristan is the suave, intelligent, not to mention gorgeous law student who Nix has her eyes and heart set on. For the first time, she has her life together; that is, until her path crosses with Levi. The charming, tattooed and downright sexy bad boy that Nix knows she needs to avoid.

But when one of her friends moves out, she is shocked to find that her new roommate is none other than Levi. Flirting. Desire. Undeniable temptations. Nix can’t deny the chemistry surging between them but she can’t forget her mother’s extreme hatred towards bad boys.

Will Nix have the strength to listen to her heart? Or will her mother’s rules cost her everything?

 

Excerpt

After a few seconds, a strange sensation started spreading through my body. I lifted my eyes from the photos and my heart stopped. The blood drained from my face and I was pretty certain I was going to pass out. 

Ink boy was standing not three feet away from me. He had that perfect, sexy grin on his face and he was obviously happy to find me here. ”Are you stalking me now, princess?” 

”Princess?” I repeated, with a quirk of my eyebrow. 

”I know, I know. Geez, I’m sorry. What are you doing here…? Phoenix?” he asked in an alluring voice. The sound of his voice was so different here, without the club music pulsing in the background. 

”What do you think I’m here for, Levi?” 

”Are you always so feisty?” His voice sent shivers all over my body. 

I nodded. ”My turn to say sorry – I never know how to act around you. You’re so… different.” 

”Different? Is that all?” he asked cockily, his lips turning up in that damn smirk.

”You have the worst pickup lines I’ve ever heard.” I tried very hard not to, but I smiled for a split-second. It didn’t matter that I tried to suppress it – he saw me. 

”Was that a smile I saw on your lips?” he grinned, stepping closer. 

”What do you want from me?” I asked. Why did we pick this shop? Of all the tattoo shops we could have gone to, we had to pick the one place where he hung out? What were the odds? 

”You’re the one who’s here, in my shop, so I should be asking you what you want. Are you here for a tattoo?” 

”They’re all here for a tattoo. Stop harassing my client, jackass.” The tattoo artist who was prepping Bekka turned to grumble at Levi. 

Irritated, Levi looked at the tattoo artist. ”No,” he began, shaking his head. “This one is mine, Kyle. I’ll be the only one marking her.” Levi turned back to me. ”What are you getting tonight? I’ll be taking care of you.”

I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. ”A star. A pink star. He has the design,” I said, my voice trembling slightly, as I nodded toward Kyle. He marched over to Kyle, got the design, and looked at me again. He seemed disappointed. ”Well, I was hoping for something a bit bigger. It’ll only take fifteen to twenty minutes. Are you a virgin?” 

What? Was he seriously asking me such a private question in the middle of a shop? ”Hummm…” 

”Tattoo virgin, I meant. Have you ever had a tattoo before, Phoenix?” he asked, obviously amused by my flushed face. I shook my head and he glanced down at the design again. ”Are you sure you don’t want your star to be filled in with red? It kind of suits your skin.” 

I shook my head, not certain I wanted him doing my tattoo. I didn’t want to know the artist. It would be a lot easier, a lot less intimate, a lot less personal. Not that I knew Levi well, but I was nervous around him, and factoring in the location of where I wanted the tattoo – my nerves reached an all-time high. 

”Are you sure you don’t want something a little bigger? It’s a pretty small tattoo.” 

”It’s the only tattoo I’m ever going to get and I don’t want it any bigger. This is perfect.” 

”We’ll see about that. Where do you want it?” he asked, his eyes roaming across my body. I pointed to the exact spot where I wanted the tattoo, my eyes never leaving his. Being so close to him was challenging, my stomach was filled with butterflies and the need to touch him and get a closer look at his ink was driving me crazy. His gaze lowered to where I was pointing, a position just about my pubic bone. 

”Okay, I see,” his voice husky. “You’ll have to lower your pants or I’ll get ink all over them.” 

”Don’t worry about it. It’s alright.” I wanted to shake my head at my own stupidity. I’d already admitted he made me nervous, I didn’t need to sound like such an idiot! He smiled and it’s beauty surprised me – it was like seeing him for the first time. This was a glimpse of the real Levi – not the tatted up bad boy with cheap pickup lines. My cheeks grew hot as I blushed at this latest discovery. 

”Are you ready?” He offered me his hand and I took it, not knowing why, but I did. It was almost an involuntary reaction. Val was sitting next to Bekka and they both stared at us in disbelief, their gaze taking in our joined hands. This wasn’t normal behaviour for me and both of my friends knew it. He led me to his work area. ”I’m Levi, by the way.” 

”I know, you told me your name last night. I’m Nix.” 

”I know. You can sit down here and lower your pants for me. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He was trying to hide a smile, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew there was a double meaning behind his words and his smirk was due in part to my obvious discomfort.

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About Jude Ouvrard

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Jude was born and raised in a small village named Lacolle. She now lives in Montreal, Canada. She is the proud mother of a beautiful five year old son, and has spent the last thirteen years with her partner, Cedric. She also has two dogs, BruceLee and Rocky. French is her native language, but she prefers to write in her second language, English. Besides working full time in a law firm and being a mother, Jude has a passion for books, both reading and writing them.

 
 
 

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