Hold Me Closer by Hilary Storm


Holden Walker has put his personal life on hold to help Rebel Walking with security on tour. His ‘all work and no play’ attitude has him in trouble with some of the new female family members in his life.
Lainey Douglas couldn't pick a good man if her life depended on it. She’s been burnt one too many times and isn't thrilled at all when she's tricked into a date. Her attempt to run him off almost works—until he has to save her from danger.
What happens when Holden meets the most frustrating woman in his life? Will Lainey stop pushing him away long enough to see that he's not like all the other guys? Can she open her heart after everything she's been through?

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The Rebel Walking Series

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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Enid, Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling 'Rebel Walking' series. Book one: 'In a Heartbeat' was released June 2013, Book two: 'Heaven Sent' was released in September 2013. Book 2.5: 'Banded Together' released Jan 2014. Book 3: 'No Strings Attached' released March 2014. Book 4: 'Hold Me Closer' is due out beginning of May.

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The Refrain by Ashley Pullo


Their paths have crossed, setting the refrain in motion.

Ever since flannel and Doc Martens were considered edgy fashion, Canadian cousins Natalie and Chloe have dreamt of a life in New York City. But now that they’ve finally scored a Manhattan zip code, their teenaged fantasies are overshadowed by an adult reality. With Natalie struggling to accept a long-distance relationship—and her constant battle with loneliness, her survival depends on Zach’s safe return. And with Chloe’s endless need to find balance and purpose—and her embarrassing secret holding her back, can Adam Ford be the one to understand her completely?

Change is inevitable and fate is insisting. And when panic follows crisis and love is questioned, stories can change in unexpected ways. The narrative becomes the verse, the part to the whole—the story within the story.


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Slamming her hand against the keys to the piano, Chloe shouts, “Who is she?”

“The client is a forty-seven year old man.”  
“Not the client, who are you fucking?” Chloe demands, her voice deep and raw.
Adam takes two steps closer, glaring down at Chloe’s pitiful face. “I’m not fucking anyone.  Not even my wife,” he snarls.  It’s the answer Chloe needs to hear, but not the one she wants.  
She moves a step closer and pokes his chest. “Then explain this to me.”
“Explain what?”  
“This—this tension.  Why don’t I trust you?  Why am I so angry—where the fuck have you been?”  Chloe’s voice is dry and emotional, the words stinging her throat and falling from her mouth like hot embers. She punches his arm, hits his chest, and slaps at his smug expression.  
Adam grabs her arms, his fingers digging into her flesh, but Chloe fights him. “Stop it,” he says.  Chloe continues to wave her arms, desperately trying to break herself free.  Adam tightens his grip and twists her arm behind her back, controlling her…controlling her behavior.  “I have a career.  Do you understand that?  I’m working, I’m being a provider, I’m being a dad—doing the right thing.”
With as much contempt as she can gather, she shouts, “The right thing?  The right thing—your life is just one blob of obligation now?  Fuck you, Adam.  Always trying to be perfect—always doing the right thing.  We wouldn’t want anyone to know what you really are!”
“What does that mean?”  Adam eases his grip, upset by her threat.
“You’re a wall.”  Chloe yanks her arms free and shoves Adam’s chest.  “A fucking brick wall—no emotion and no attachment to anything that doesn’t fit your definition of right or wrong.  I’m sick of it!” Chloe’s voice is shaky and inaudible, tears suddenly drowning her words.
“Really?”  He smirks.  “You need me.  You need me to be your wall—you need an excuse to be destructive.  But then when you need that brick wall again, who’s supposed to build it?”
Chloe grits her teeth and holds her breath, rage setting in.  “You’re a fucking asshole.  God, you’re so arrogant—fuck you.”  Chloe shoves past Adam, running straight to the front door.  She hesitates momentarily to study her bare feet but then impulsively decides to run out into the summer rain.  She wants to run away, she wants to feel that sense of purpose again.  Adam follows behind her, shouting her name.  He’s enraged and bewildered—this is why he loves her—this is why she needs him.
“Chloe stop.”  Adam catches up to her and grabs her hand, yanking her in his direction.  The raindrops conceal her tears, there’s no end to one and a beginning of another—no separation of pain and passion.  Possibly the secret to any great romance…passion evolves from pain.
Adam takes Chloe in his arms and forces her against the large maple tree.  The fullness of the branches protects them from the rain, but their emotions are completely exposed and unrefined.
Chloe sobs, jerking her hand from his tight grasp.  “Leave me alone.”
“No,” he responds.
Adam pins her against the tree, slamming his hands above her shoulders.  They stare into each other’s eyes—carnal lust brimming with each sensation, old and new…this is one of those moments.  Chloe’s chest rises and falls.  Rain splatters against the tree.  Adam’s lips quiver with need.  Eyes wander over familiar features.  Drip drop—it’s rhythm.
And then, associating pain with passion, Chloe bites Adam’s lower lip—sucking and licking the delicate, rain-kissed skin.  Adam’s hand moves to her neck, squeezing gently to signify his control.  He kisses her, deep and satisfying, absorbing every last drop of painful doubt from her mind.  Chloe’s arms move to his shoulders, grasping…searching…
Words are meaningless.  Words are breathless.
Adam releases his hold, but not his authority.  In a hasty, yet sensual effort, he lifts Chloe into his arms—positioning one arm under her legs and the other tightly around her back.
“Shut up.” He commands with a smile.
And just like Rhett Butler seizing Scarlett O’Hara with passionate fury, Adam reclaims Chloe. Under the pouring rain.  Up the steps of the ironed stoop.  Through the door of their centuries-old brownstone.  Dripping wet.  Hearts racing.  Souls connecting.
…and then he slams the door.

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The Refrain, read The Ballad, book 1 & The Intermission, book 2

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Hey y'all! I'm Ashley Pullo, a New York transplant with an abundance of Texas charm and a proclivity for all things pop-culture. I like to think that I'm witty, gorgeous and highly intelligent but honestly, I'm not that funny. I'm a suburban mom living the dream with my handsome husband, two perfect children and a moderately cool dog, Roscoe. Life is pretty awesome, and you taking the time to read my words makes it that much sweeter! The Bridge Series is designed to involve the reader in the authenticity of life, love and loss. Enjoy the journey…revel in the imagery…and fall in love with modern storytelling at its finest.

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The Casanova Series by Seraphina Donavan -- the Boxset Blog Tour

The Casanova Series Boxed Set features all three installments of the Casanova Series: Curves For Casanova, Caught With Casanova and Kept By Casanova in their entirety ALONG with ALL NEW BONUS MATERIAL. An original epilogue and a sneak peek at the follow up novel featuring Gavin McBray’s trusted bodyguard, Ronan. 


Liberty Jones and Gavin McBray met once before, sharing a passionate encounter until doubt sent Libby running for cover. Now, as the newest and lowliest employee at McBray Enterprises, Libby is stunned and horrified to realize that the man she made out with is none other than her new boss. 
While Libby might be horrified, Gavin is relieved to have finally located the dream woman who got away. But when they get stuck in an elevator together, the perfect opportunity to confront her turns into something dark and dangerous. Someone is out to kill Gavin, and now Libby is caught in the crosshairs. Can he keep her safe and convince her that he's ready to give up his Casanova ways? 


Gavin McBray, billionaire and tech genius, has finally found the mystery woman who ran out on him. In spite of exploding elevators and paparazzi, he's determined to keep her safe and keep her with him. 
Liberty Jones is a fiery redhead with curves that would make any man sweat. Independent, smart and determined to make it on her own, Libby is uncomfortable with Gavin's wealth and the luxurious world that he moves in. Still, passion flares between them, too strong for either of them to deny. 
From posh mansions in the Hampton's to glittering and glamourous hotels in Monaco, Libby and Gavin try to outrun the danger and cope with the intensity of their desire for one another in Caught with Casanova. 


Gavin McBray is known as a playboy billionaire and a tech genius. But on his way to the top, he made powerful enemies. Now that he's found the woman he wants to spend his life with, he's having to pay the piper. They're on the run from a deadly assassin…a ruthless killer who isn't above using Libby as leverage. 
Libby Jones can't bring herself to trust that Gavin wants her for more than the short term, but that hasn't stopped her from falling in love with him. She'll pay any price to keep him safe, even if it means making the ultimate sacrifice. 

Libby's willing to risk her life, but will she be able to risk her heart? 


“You’re Jones,” he said.  
Libby was fairly certain she squeaked as she said a fervent prayer that perhaps he’d enough champagne that night not to remember her.  Turning to look at him, her eyes wide and feeling like an idiot, she said, “Yes, sir.  Libby Jones.”
“Liberty, if I remember correctly,” he said.  
She could have groaned at that.  “Yes, sir.”
He nodded.  “How do you like working for me, Miss Jones?”
“I love my job, sir,” she lied.  She hated her job.  She loved the pay, but the work itself was about as challenging as a game of tic-tac-toe.  
“Really?” he challenged.  Libby saw the gleam in his eye.  He knew she’d lied.  
“Honestly,” she said, seeing that at this point fessing up was her only option, “I feel that I’m being under utilized.  I would prefer to have more responsibility.”  Satisfied that her answer was sufficiently businesslike, she tried to look anywhere but directly at him.  
He didn’t respond, just kept his gray eyes trained on her, his expression inscrutable.  Fearing she’d overstepped, or worse, been recognized, Libby added, “But, I am grateful to have a job.  I’m paid very well for the work I do, and I’m hoping that in time, I can advance within the company and put my skills to better use.”
He smiled then.  “What a diplomat you are, Miss Jones... Speaking of diplomacy, what is an appropriate way to address the sensitive topic of our first meeting?”
Libby closed her eyes.  “I was rather hoping that we wouldn’t.”
“Liberty, you ran from me.  Women never run from me.  How could we not?”
Libby didn’t respond, in part because she didn’t have an appropriate response and in part because the elevator made a sound unlike anything she’d ever heard, before it came to a shuddering halt.  “What was that?”
“I believe it’s called mechanical failure,” he said blandly.    He’d intended to make some inane comment and turn the conversation back to the burning question of why the gorgeous redhead had bolted, but the look of absolute terror on her face stopped him.  “It’s fine.  The elevator has a fail safe breaking system that works independently of the engine.  Just because it stopped doesn’t mean it will fall.”
“I know that,” she said.  Her voice sounded thin and breathless.  “I hate feeling trapped.  As long as it’s moving, it doesn’t feel that way, but with it stopped--”
Gavin had no idea what to do.  They were trapped.  For him it was an inconvenience, for her it was a nightmare.  Then she began to hyperventilate.  “Libby?”
Libby couldn’t answer.  She couldn’t speak, and she felt like her lungs were going to explode, but she was unable to stop drawing in the great lungfuls of air, even as her vision began to fade around the edges.  Just as she was accepting it, giving into the fact that she was probably going to pass out, she felt him step closer, his hands seizing her upper arms.  She looked up at him and his mouth was on hers.  Stunned, she simply stood there as he kissed her.  It wasn’t some horribly invasive kiss, where he shoved his tongue down her throat.  In fact, he didn’t use his tongue at all.  He simply melded his lips over hers, touching them softly, moving them expertly over hers in such a way that she forgot the elevator and everything else.  The files she’d been clutching fell to the floor.  The heat was there, blossoming between them just as it had before.  His hands on her arms and his lips over hers were the only points of contact, but it felt as if her whole body had simply been set ablaze.  A soft hum of pleasure escaped her, and she felt him smile against her lips.    His hands coasted over her arms, until his fingers twined with hers and he raised her hands to his shoulders, bringing them closer, until their bodies skimmed lightly against one another, a teasing and tantalizing promise.  Standing so close that she could feel the heat from his body, he lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her.  
“You kissed me,” she said, stating the obvious, but still sounding surprised.  
“You were hyperventilating... and I don’t have any paper bags,” he said.  
Libby had no idea what to say to that.   Kissing as first aid?   “Oh... thank you?”
He laughed.  “Since, I’m probably going to wind up in court anyway, I’ll go ahead and say it... I enjoyed kissing you, just as I did at Carlton’s party.  Just as I hope to again very soon.”

Seraphina Donavan is a hopeless romantic with a wicked & oh-so-dirty mind! Those things, combined with her love of writing, prompted her to take the leap and transform those fantasies into written words on a page. As a curvy girl herself, Seraphina has made it a point to celebrate those women with delicious curves with her work through writing and the hot men who love them.
She currently has 18 published books and one anthology and is working on many more..
Living in Central Kentucky, Seraphina spends her time rescuing stray animals, working for a non-profit agency and dreaming of becoming a best-selling author. She lives in a home that has more character than working parts and enjoys spending time with her fur babies. Feel free to contact her with any questions or thoughts on your mind.. She loves connecting with her readers & hearing from anyone!

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