Romance author Jenna Heart is headed to the mountains of East Tennessee for a December writer’s workshop. Since her mother passed after a long illness, Jenna has had one wish: she doesn’t want to spend Christmas alone. Every night she makes her list of five things for which she is most thankful.
Meeting Nicolo Maldini, cover model and actor, could make more than Jenna’s Christmas wish come true. If Ember Morten, Nicolo’s ex girlfriend doesn’t do something crazy to stop Jenna and Nicolo from being together.
Her three favorite things are dark chocolate, visiting the beach and ocean, and hearing from her readers. Each letter, card and email is a treasured gift, like finding that perfect shell upon the beach.
“Spreading love one story at a time.”
Demons: Imagine Dragons
Bad Girls: MIA
Ain’t Born Typical: The Kills
Ride: Lana Del Rey
The One that Got Away: Katy Perry
Poison and Wine: The Civil Wars
Against the World: Machine Gun Kelly
Bleeding Love: Leona Lewis
See my Tears: Machine Gun Kelly
Dark Side: Kelly Clarkson
Maps: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Amber: I Found
Jaymes Young: I’ll be Good
Crazy in Love: Beyoncé (50 Shades of Grey remix)
Thinking Out Loud: Ed Sheeran
She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.
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(The Twin Duo #2)
I thought losing my memory was the worst thing in the world. Forgetting who you are, and where you came from was like driving on a road with only right turns. All leading in the same direction. A direction I wanted to avoid, a dark tunnel that I had to enter if I ever wanted answers.
Losing my memory wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Learning, who I was, and the secrets I had kept was way worse. The unbearable pull and the passion we shared, mixed with the past that I didn’t want to remember, created a whole new storm. The perfect storm of two kinds of crazy. Stupid little fish.
Paxton leaned up on his knees. “Is that Nick?” “Yes,” I replied as I fell into the same tense position he moved to. Elbows on knees, and eyes and ears on the voices. “Where the fuck are my kids?” I leaned up and hit pause, stopping it right there. “This is how it’s going to go? We haven’t even started yet, Paxton. I don’t know where they are. I just asked myself the same question. I’m assuming they were at one of the thousands of activities you had them in. I don’t know.” “You were supposed to be with them.” “Yeah, well, I wasn’t, and I don’t remember why. So. Do you want to do this or not? I don’t see where any good can come from it if you’re going to be like this.” “How the fuck do you expect me to be, Gabriella? You’ve been involved with Lane for the last year. And this shit. I don’t even know what you’re doing here, or why you’re not with our children.” “I’m done. You have fun watching it by yourself,” I said as I pulled my stone from his, and stood like it was really that easy. Paxton jerked me back to his side by my shirt, his hand went around my throat, and he told me how things were going down. Not my way. “You fucking did this to us. You’re the one that showed up here like this with all these lies and secrets. Let’s find out what you’ve been hiding. Okay? We said we were doing this together. That’s what we’re doing. Understand?” I couldn’t reply with one single word. Not even a nod. My eyes closed, my throat closed, trying to control it, and tears slid down my face. Paxton abruptly stopped, let go of me, and stood. “Fuck this, Gabriella. Fuck. I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m just so fucked up over all of this. You forget to stop and think about what it’s like for me. Look at what you’ve brought into this house over the last few months. How do you expect me to be?” Words spewed from my mouth as tears slid down my cheeks. “This isn’t working, Paxton. Let’s stop. I can’t do this with you anymore. I bring out the worst in you, and you do the same to me. It’s not fair to either one of us. We can be good parents without one another.” Paxton looked at me like I’d just punched him in his other eye. “We’re not quitting. No, Gabriella. We’re not quitting. Don’t you ever think you’re leaving me. You’re never leaving, not even if we find out that you’re the wrong wife. You did this. You’re not going anywhere.” “There’s not a lot you can do to stop me, Pax. I can’t do this thing with you.” I jumped a little when he moved back to my side, afraid of him for a second. “I’m sorry, Gabriella. I’m sorry. I don’t want it to be like this. I’m sorry. I swear I won’t get mad. I know you don’t remember any of this, but damnit. It’s so frustrating. Where the fuck was I? Why didn’t I notice this going on right under my nose?” “Paxton, I don’t know.”
Okay, these books have me reeling. There are parts that leave you thinking you know just what is going to happen, then BAM! You get thrown for a loop. The crazy love and hate relationship that is going on is crazy frustrating at times, but the hotness factor is definitely just right.
You are going to love finding out who the characters really are. Even as frustrating as Paxton and Gabby’s relationship can be, the shock and awe is really going to have you turning the pages of this read.
I was having trouble waiting for this one to come out, and I don’t expect anything less for the upcoming novella. You don’t want to miss out on these books.
(The Twin Duo #1)
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Jettie Woodruff is a lifelong writer, living in a pretend world since she was a little girl. Jettie spent hours filling pages of spiral notebooks with a number two pencil and a wild imagination. Her very first story was a scifi of all things.
Jettie writes more along the lines of erotica now. She likes to keep her readers on edge, and deliver a story that will pull out every emotion possible. Writing on the edge of taboo and dark, Jettie hopes to distribute an adventure you’ll not soon forget.
Married for twenty five years, raising two boys and one girl has left lots of writing material. She has recently become a grandma to not one, but two of the most beautiful little girls on planet earth.
Jettie also hates doing this bio. That’s all you get. She loves to read and write. What else is there? ❤
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Interview with an Angel: Meet Angelle Smythe
What do you think of tabloid articles about normal humans seeing angels? For instance, Duck Hunters Shoot Angel – with a picture of a caricature angel in choir robe floating over pond. “I swear Clem thought it was uh goose…”
Most humans don’t see angels, so it’s possible the hunter did think it was a goose. Now, if the dude was really an arcane hunter (a/k/a supernatural hunter), he was probably hiding under the guise of playing it stupid because he was caught on film (Sometimes the real angel gets photographed, but that angel uses his or her powers to distort the image – hence the funny cartoon angel). Those type of hunters don’t care if the supernatural is good, bad or ugly. If it’s not of this world, then in their eyes it must die. My message to them: Get educated on your so-called prey!
What are the nature of angels, as they are described as completely different beings from humans? They must look very frightening as their first words are always “fear not” or its equivalent.
All beings are created in the image of God, not just humans. However, celestial angels in their true form would blind a normal human, whose eyes were not created to withstand the glorious sights of (and from) Heaven in the Earth realm. Hence, when angels first appear to those humans who are “tuned in” to them, the angel’s form is typically distorted. They tell the human to “fear not” so they know they mean them no harm. The human is naturally programmed to ascertain otherworldly creatures (hair on back of neck rising, etc). Of course, it’s up to the human to choose to acknowledge those warning bells.
Are their (angel) functions as messengers, guardians, worshippers, etc.?
There are 9 choirs of angels:
The 1st Choir are the Seraphim and take care of God’s Throne.
The 2nd Choir are the Cherubim and are guardians of the way to God’s throne as well as to the tree of life in the Garden of Eden.
The 3rd Choir are the Thrones and are symbols of God’s justice and authority.
The 4th Choir are the Dominions and regulate the duties of the lower angels.
The 5th Choir are the Virtues and control the elements – earth, wind, fire, and water.
The 6th Choir are the Powers, warrior angels loyal to God and Him alone.
The 7th Choir are the Principalities and serve Christ.
The 8th Choir are the Archangels, who watch over everything.
The 9th Choir are the lower Angels who communicate directly with humans in some form or fashion. There are four ranks:
- The Counselors are the guiding angels.
- The Messies are the messenger angels.
- The Keepers are the guardian angels.
- The Gypsies are the nature angels (aka gypsies).
Why do people on earth think they become angels after they die?
Preconceived misconception. Humans cannot become angels. Of course, there’s always a first time. God has the power to do anything He wants, and as far as I know, this rule might have changed. I’ve only been back on the Celestial for a short number of human years.
Of course, angels, on the other hand, can become human, as was I. Yet the process is not easy.
I must point out that humans can become demons by several different ways – infecting their blood, if Satan chooses it as punishment, and many other ways.
What is God like?
God likes everything – LOL.
He is everything a Father figure should be – protective; has unconditional love for all of His creatures, including Satan; playful; has the best sense of humor; stern when the situation calls for it; generous. I could go on and on with praise for Him.
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eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back
and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be
hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the
burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend’s sister.
Strong language and sexual content, not intended for readers under 18.
lips. “I don’t know you? Really? What part don’t I know? Maybe I don’t know the
way you move your hair to cover the side of your face when you’re nervous. Or
maybe I don’t know how you bite your bottom lip when you’re deep into your
strings. Or do you mean that I don’t know the way you freak out if it’s too
dark in a room and you won’t walk in? Or maybe I don’t know that you bite your
fingernails when you think no one is looking. Oh wait, here’s a good one. I
don’t know that you’re trembling in your skin right now. I don’t know that your
heart is beating a million miles a minute, your hands are clammy, and you can’t
swallow. How there are hundreds of thoughts going through your mind, but the
top one being how bad you want me to kiss you. How bad you want me to fuck you.
How bad you want me to claim every fucking inch of your perfect body,” I paused
to let my words sink in, and her flushed complexion gave away that everything I
was saying was true.
smile in my sleep. I don’t hear that ridiculous giggle you have when I’m away
from you. I don’t see those dark brown eyes every time I close mine.” I leaned
in a little closer so she could feel my breath against her lips. “I don’t
stroke my cock to the memory of your sweet pussy pulsating down my shaft and
the taste of your come dripping down my chin.”
anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex!
She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
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Raylan: Men of Mercy Novella by Lindsay Cross
Raylan Wild lived up to his last name. He spent his youth sowing his oats and living life for the moment. Then he met Amber and after one incredible night, Raylan was ready to give up his wild ways. But then a call from his ex turned his world upside down. Raylan sacrificed his tender new feelings and left town to raise a son he’d never even known existed.
All the while, dreams of a beautiful brown haired girl haunted his dreams.
Amber Atkins had given everything to Raylan. Her virginity and her soul. Convinced she could tame the notorious bad boy, she was devastated when he left without a word.
Now six years later, Raylan has returned to Mercy to convince Amber that they can’t live without each other. But can Amber find the strength to trust again?
As a stalker grows bolder, Amber’s life is in danger and she’s forced to turn to one man for help – Raylan Wilde. In order to survive, she must trust the man that nearly destroyed her with her body and soul.
Redemption River – Men of Mercy Book 1
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Hunter James didn’t want or need redemption.
Until one mission turns his world upside down.
He left Mercy to fight for his country and escape a broken heart. Years later, he is hard. Cold. A man without mercy. Part of an elite Task Force, he tracks a brutal terrorist to his home town. And runs into the woman who betrayed him…
Evangeline Videl was destroyed when Hunter left. Determined to move on, she finds another man, but discovers too late the monster hidden beneath his smooth smile. Struggling to find the conviction to live, Evie finds her life spinning out of control.
Then Hunter returns…
Forced to band together to find the terrorist before its too late, Hunter and Evie must learn to forgive or risk losing the promise of redemption and their lives…
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