Alana sets eyes on Morgann for the first time in several years and what does he do? He captures her! But Alana refuses to go meekly with the sexy Highland warrior. Her kidnapping will reignite the rift that’s existed between the two clans since her father accused Morgann of theft and she doesn’t want to see her father harmed in the inevitable war that will ensue.
Unfortunately for Alana, the faeries seek to interfere with her plans to escape. The sidhe have a debt to repay and Tèile, the green faery, is determined to mend the rift between the clans for good. And that means ensuring Alana and Morgann marry.
Morgann has his own reasons for taking Alana and they are nothing to do with marriage or war. He wants to use her to reveal a secret from the past, the one that had him accused of theft. If only he didn’t find his childhood friend so attractive. When circumstances force them together, Alana’s life is threatened and war is imminent. Can Morgann reveal the truth without losing Alana? And will the faeries meddling help or hinder his cause?
Samantha resides in Warwickshire, England with her twin girls and husband. She's a romance addict and has been devouring all kinds of romance for as long as she can remember.
Having studied archaeology, Samantha likes to blend her love of the past with her passion for romance to create thrilling and passionate tales set to medieval backdrops. She thinks there's nothing sexier than a rugged warrior and a feisty maiden falling head over heels for each other.
A love so strong, even eternity can’t separate them. Evie Starling has lived a relatively uneventful life hanging out with friends, gossiping about boys, and driving her 1966 Mustang.
All of that changes when she moves to Gunnison, Colorado, to start college and meets two mysterious men. For centuries, Alex Night and Emil Stone have yearned for Evie but they each have their own reasons for wanting to be with her. When both men claim to be her soul mate and tell her about an unbelievable past, Evie learns that she s not the person she thought she was. Soon, Evie finds herself in the middle of an age-old battle between the Amaranthine Society the soul protectors, and the Daevos Resistance the soul destroyers. With a past she doesn t understand, and a future rife with danger, Evie has to decide who she can trust. But Alex and Emil aren t the only ones who want Evie, and her soul is about to become the rope in an eternal tug-of-war.
As a child, Angela Corbett’s most prized possession was a set of read-along books. She used to follow along with the narrator on the stereo and dream of when she would be able to read by herself. Her childhood reading habit led her to consider her future career. However, after consulting with her parents, she realized she had already exceeded hobbit height and since fairies and dragonslayers were tricky jobs to get, she decided she wanted to create worlds of her own. She started writing poetry in elementary school and worked as a journalist in high school and college, but could never leave her love for writing fiction behind.
She is a graduate of Westminster College where she double majored in communication and sociology. She has worked as a journalist, freelance writer, and director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, and escaping in a good book. She lives in Utah with her incredibly supportive husband and their five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin, whose following of fangirls could rival Justin Bieber’s.
Eternal Starling is her debut novel and the first book in the Emblem of Eternity trilogy.
Title: Because of Lucy Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance Publisher:Limitless Publishing Release Date:August 2013 Cover Design:Eden Crane Designs
*Recommended 17+ due to strong language and sexual content*
life, there are some people you have to lose in order to find yourself."
Ness’s parents are shocked when she
turns down her place at Leeds University and takes on a full-time job in a call
center. Determined to begin her adult life the way she wants, Ness moves to
Leeds to live with her best friend Abby.
One night she meets Evan, who is
everything she hates about guys. He may be hot but he’s also drunken, arrogant,
and on top of that, he apparently has sex with girls and forgets about it. But
Evan isn't what he seems and Ness soon discovers they have more in common
than she thought.
Evan is struggling to escape from
his past too, and when Lucy appears she threatens his new relationship with
Ness. Unsure if she can deal with the effect Lucy has on Evan, Ness makes a
decision about her future which pulls them apart.
When their new lives don't go as
planned, Ness and Evan are both faced with difficult choices. All because of
I side step the
sink and turn. A guy leans against the doorframe, trying to appear nonchalant
but his slackened stance indicates he’s attempting to keep himself upright. His
brown hair is longer at the front and spills into his face, and unfocused brown
eyes appear to be looking in my direction. He’s one of the regulars. I don’t
pay a lot of attention, but he’s a good-looking guy and they never go
“Yes?” I snap.
I’m so not in the mood.
His eyes sweep
my figure. Unbelievable...
I straighten my sleeves and look at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Are you Abby’s
“Who are you?”
“Evan.” He rubs
his nose. “You’re not a student?”
“Correct, I am
the one not lying in a drunken haze on the floor contemplating my navel.”
Evan takes a
step forward, steadying himself with one hand as my witty repartee sails over
his head. “Why?”
“Why am I not
on the floor pissed?”
“Why aren’t you
“Because I work
pauses and grasps onto the sink, searching for a glass. I pass him the spare
one. “Did you fail?”
Evan fills the
glass. “Or are you just not smart enough for uni? What is it you do?” He gulps
the water in three mouthfuls then wipes his mouth with his hand.
I’m not smart enough. I’m living with Abby until I can find a nice man to marry
then I can have 2.4 kids and a house in the suburbs. Because, as I’m not a
student, I have no future.”
against the sink. “Fair enough.”
Oh my god he
believes me. How pissed is he exactly? “So, you think anyone who doesn’t go to
university is inferior to you?” I demand.
I’ve seen her
friends looking down their noses at me. Inverted snobbery. On top of that, the
locals hate students and the students hate locals. I’m neither. I can’t win.
We’re close now
and he stinks of alcohol and pot, a faint hint of deodorant lingering on his
clothes. Evan’s T-shirt has come untucked and rides up as he leans against the
sink. He’s toned, evidently works out. I can’t help myself, I check him out.
Beneath his curls he has deep brown eyes. Incoherent eyes. I hate to admit, but
something about him is seriously sexy.
Even if he is a
you’ll excuse me,” I say.
“You sound like
Not this again.
I get enough crap at work. I move from Cheltenham to Yorkshire and suddenly I’m
‘stuck up home counties girl’.
I don’t dignify
his comment with an answer and turn away from him, and walk out of the kitchen.
“Want me to get
the guy out of your bed?” he calls after me.
I stop and look
round. “You know him?”
My mouth drops
open at his arrogance. An attempt at a flirtatious smile plays around his lips
but the unfocused eyes kill the effect he’s trying to achieve. He’s serious. I
imagine he has a ready supply of eager girls. No surprise with a body and looks
like his, such a shame he needs a personality transplant.
I step towards
him. “Evan. I am not pissed. Nor are you getting into my bed. Good night.”
with my retort, I saunter towards the stairs. Behind me, Evan impersonates my
sentence with an exaggerated posh accent.
It’s a good
thing that I’m sober otherwise I’d go back there and punch him.
(Alternative Extract from
later in the book)
hovers close to mine, his warm breath on my skin. The effect on me is weird,
different to before, with other guys. Abby once told me she met this guy who
didn’t even need to touch her and she got aroused. At the time, I concluded
Abby was exaggerating. Now I think maybe there is something primal, where that
can happen between two people. Because the heat floods through my body towards
the surface, searing where his hand touches my face.
focus on my mouth. “Sorry I left last time.”
“Who said I was
inviting you to stay last time?”
But I did kiss you goodbye.”
Is he teasing
me again? Because Evan’s mouth remains a tantalizing distance from mine, and
he’s not kissing me. I shift, trying to disguise my rapid breathing and realize
he’s waiting for me to make the move. Fine. I place my mouth on his, wriggling
into him. Evan winds his hand into my hair, and gently holds my head to his,
kissing me lightly, lips sparking power across my skin.
Our position on
the sofa allows me to lean against Evan, half on top of him and I push myself
into him, not taking my mouth from his. Evan’s arms wind around my waist and
pull me closer. Where I’m lying on him, I can feel his erection against my
thigh. Wow. I’ve hardly touched him - maybe I do the same to him? I pull my
head back and meet his eyes, the hungry look I expected is held in them.
pinning me down so I can’t leave this time?” he asks.
I smile. “No.
You can go now.”
“I think I’ll
wait for Matt to wake up.”
rough hands he holds my face again and his tongue darts into my mouth. He
tastes less of beer than last time. Our teeth collide and I move away from him,
holding my mouth. He watches as the dress rides up over my legs.
The short black
dress isn’t very decorous when it comes to lying on top of a man. But I’m not
behaving very decorously. Evan’s hand slides up my leg, stroking gently.
definitely had too much vodka but screw it. He’s here and he’s fucking hot and
it’s my choice. I’ll deal with the emotional fall out later. I don’t know if
it’s the alcohol, or the sexual confidence I’ve found from tonight - guys
watching me in the Union and Evan wanting me - but I make a snap decision.
“Do you want to
make it two?” I ask.
slept with in Leeds.”
I’ve seen the
look on Evan’s face before, the night in the pub when his mask slipped a few
seconds. He hesitates.
no?” I remove my hand from where I’m trailing fingers across his muscled
don’t know what to say.”
I tug him
towards me by his shirt. I’m a bit drunk and a lot reckless but what the hell,
it’s about time I had some fun. “How about you hit me with some poetry, I hear
the girls really…”
up.” He drags me onto him and crushes his mouth on mine, the breath sucked from
my lungs as the urgency of his kiss overwhelms me. The tiniest amount of
self-control I had just disappeared.
did you grow up?
was born in the UK and I grew up in Europe, travelling around with my military
family. Most of the time I lived in the UK and Germany.
do you live now?
you could live anywhere, where would you choose?
long have you been writing?
I was 8 years old when I had a poem published in the local newspaper. Last
year, I decided it was time I tried to find a publisher!
did you get the inspiration for ‘Because of Lucy’?
love the new adult genre - being able to write about the time of self-discovery
that comes from moving away from family
influences and into adulthood. I wanted to show the struggle that people often
have at this age when trying to forge an identity outside of the one that they
may have unwillingly been molded into.
love hidden secrets in books, but only ones which keep the reader guessing.
When I was half way through the first draft, I tested the story on a friend. If
she’d guessed who Lucy was before she was revealed, I would have scrapped the
Do you have any pets?
A Weimaraner named Tilly who is
not the brightest of dogs. She does a great impression of a Weeping Angel (geek
reference!). We also have a cat called Twinkle but, as all cat owners know,
we’re her pets.
Something about you not many
Until I moved to Australia, I had
never lived in one house longer than two years or one city longer than three.
Eight years later, I don’t want to move again!
would you cast as actors if a movie was made of your book?
always find this question tricky because every reader has their own pictures in
their heads of who the characters look like. When I started writing Because
of Lucy I was watching Supernatural
a lot and Evan looked a little like a younger Jared Padalecki in my mind. But
not as tall! Ness is more difficult - maybe I don’t pay enough attention to
female actresses lol.
you were a cartoon character who would you be and why?
Simpson. Because I was a little like her when I was younger (and we share a
first name and initials!)
Early bird or night owl?
is your next project?
currently finishing the third book in my paranormal romance series, Soul
Ties. I have also started writing a second
book featuring Ness and Evan. Because of Lucy
was going to be a standalone as it has no cliffhanger and a happy ending, but
readers have asked to follow more of Ness and Evan’s story. And I’m happy to do
that because...more time with Evan!
Lisa is originally from the UK but now lives in Perth, Western Australia. She splits her time between writing, raising a family and running a business. She even leaves the house occasionally. Lisa writes romance and is currently working on a series of new adult paranormal romance novels, the first book, Soul Ties, was published in July 2013. She also writes new adult contemporary - Because of Lucy was released August 2013.
What would happen if you lost everything? If the people who were supposed to love you unconditionally were no longer there for you, how would your world change?
That’s exactly what happened to Madeleine Becker when her parents died when she was ten years old. Ripped from her home and everything that she has ever loved, she is forced to start all over again. The only way for her to move on is to build walls around her heart and keep everyone at a safe distance. Her logic: she can't get hurt if she doesn't fall in love.
That theory is blown to pieces when she meets Reid Connely during her freshman year at college. He is gorgeous and darkly mysterious. He understands Maddy's pain all too well, but sharing his pain would mean breaking down the walls he put up around his own heart. Conflicted between loving Maddy and hiding his dark past, Reid starts to reevaluate his world. Maddy's inner strength, snarky personality and breath taking beauty help Reid to make peace with his past.
Together they find out what happens when they let love in.
Let Love Stay:
If you’re lucky, you’ll fall in love – truly, madly and deeply in love. But what happens when that honest and pure love isn’t enough to erase your fears? What happens when your past rears its ugly head and threatens your future?
Maddy and Reid had that kind of love – the all-encompassing, Earth shattering, once in a lifetime kind of love. Then life happened. Old wounds that were thought to be long healed and scabbed over are ripped opened and they are forced to face the possibility that, maybe, they are not strong enough to fight their demons and embrace the light.
Together, they found out what love is, but now they will each need to heal on their own before they can ever be together again. They must face their fears and beat down their pasts in order to find their way through this crazy uphill battle called love.
They’ve let love in, but now, they need to find out how to Let Love Stay.
I’ve always been an avid reader. Majoring in English Literature was a no brainer. Becoming a teacher and instilling my love for reading into my students was also a no brainer. I’ve spent the last ten years teaching and I’ve loved (mostly) every minute of it. When I was home on maternity leave for my third son, I discovered a new genre that sparked my creativity. My passion for writing sprang from my love of reading and once I knew I had a story to tell, I couldn’t wait to get it out there. I only hope that my readers enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Synopsis: It wasn’t his fault she lay broken and battered. He wasn’t responsible for the injuries covering her bruised body.
Her heart, however, told a different story. She endured the pain of its jagged edges as it shattered against her chest, ripping through the hope she once held. Her spirit was broken, and only one man was to blame for that. Cassandra Clarke had known better than to trust her all to a man like Logan West. She’d thought he was different—a better man than he’d portrayed to others. A man worth risking it all for. But she was wrong, and would never make that mistake again. What happens when you question everything you longed to believe—deny all emotions you still hold for a man unworthy of them?
Faced with Logan’s persistence, Cassandra must find the strength to keep her guard up or risk falling again for the one man her body feels…is irreplaceable.
The walls surrounding my heart began to shudder and shake, and it took everything I had to keep it hidden.
"Mm-hmm," I replied, my lips clamped together tightly.
His pained eyes searched mine. "You have to give me something to hold onto, sweetheart…a reason to keep fighting when you repeatedly push me away."
I’m here! I wanted to shout out to the world. Wait for me, please, but I stood silent, terrified. How had I become so weak? Seeing him with that woman had pushed me over the edge. He’d want more than I could ever give him, so it was for the best if he walked away. Better to get out now before it was too late.
He nodded after a long, silent pause.
I hated him for bringing me so low, for creating a storm of brewing rage deep in my soul. I hated myself for wanting to take him in my arms and kiss him until I forgot. I had to fight through it to find a way to get him off my porch.
Finally, I opened my mouth and swallowed the rough lump that had formed, speaking in a soft voice. "I was about to take a shower, and though you seem to think that’s our new thing, I prefer to do it alone. Goodbye."
Meet the Author...
I am happily married to my husband of five years, have three wonderful children and a beautiful feline companion that keeps me company during late night writing binges.
My love of reading has been life long but it was in early 2012 when I was inspired to finally put pen to paper and write my first story. Since then I haven't been able to stop, fueled purely by my passion to write a story and create characters that readers will enjoy.
New Adult romances are my go to books to read as well as to write. They are young, fresh and full of hope. What's not to love!
"Just don't give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong."
ago I became known as the girl with cancer.
refuse to cry.
refuse to give in.
relationship with a man is the last thing I’m looking for right now, but one
night with Parker changes everything. He is persistent, and he knows what he
treat me like I’m fragile.
doesn’t know, and I’m not ready to tell him.
if it changes everything?
found me when I was seventeen.
me when I was twenty-one.
My nameisAundrea McCall, and this is my journey.
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About the Author
I am the mother of two little boys, married to the love of
my life, and living in one of the smallest towns in Minnesota. When I’m not chasing or cleaning
up after my boys (yes, all three), I can be found writing or snuggled up with
my kindle, a glass of wine, and spending time with my fictional friends and
grateful when I reach the door to the ladies room that there isn’t anyone
around. I reach for the handle when I hear from behind me, “Not going to use
the men’s room again?” I know that sexy voice. It’s the same one as earlier
this evening in this same area.
heart picking up pace, I turn around smiling sweetly, “No, I’m going to sit
down and pee this time.” My smile spreads a little wider and I say a silent
thanks to sweet baby Jesus for letting me find my voice this time.
doesn’t respond. He just steps closer to me with the corner of his lips
breathe. Not when he is this close.
smells amazing. Like a mixture of spice and mint. Maybe a hint of beer too.
It's the type of scent that would awaken a primal desire within any female, and
good God do I feel awakened.
off before I could thank you for the dance earlier.” No, thank you. His
voice is a faint whisper and his face is now so close that our noses are almost
touching. I glance down at his very attractive red lips just as the corners of
his mouth move up into the most beautiful smile. Shit. He knows I’m looking
at his lips.
transfixed by him. In this very moment, I would do whatever he said or answer
to any name he called; even if it was one of those fluffy names like baby or
princess. All I can think about is the desire flowing through my body for those
lips to be on mine. I would take him in this hallway. There I said it. Or,
did I think it?
back at his lips.
I lick my
think about anything but wanting to feel his lips against mine. All thoughts go
out the window of me not being able to pick up a man at a bar. I don’t care,
but I will say any cheesy pick up line if it means I get to go home with him.
he’s watching me. He has to be thinking about my lips too because just then his
tongue comes out licking his own. I try to think of something else to do, but
nothing comes to mind. I feel him close the distance between us. He puts a
finger under my chin for the second time tonight lifting my face so I’m looking
right into his eyes. Without taking his eyes off mine he speaks in a quiet,
low, raspy whisper, “I’m going to kiss you now.”
waiting for my permission, his lips crash down against mine. He takes my top
lip into his mouth tugging ever so gently. I let out a soft moan as his tongue
lightly traces my lips- tasting me. I can smell the fresh mint and beer off his
breath and all I can think about is tasting it. I grab his neck brining him
closer -opening my mouth- inviting him in. He groans as I wrap my arms around
his neck running my hands through his hair.
if I die tomorrow, I can die a happy woman knowing this was my last kiss.
tongue enters my mouth and I meet it with my own. He reaches down to lift me up
and I let him. I wrap my legs around his waist just as he slams my back against
the wall in the corner of the hallway. There’s a rush of pain that shoots down
my legs causing me to cry out. He must take that as a cry of pleasure because
he kisses me harder.
my dress rise all the way to my waist exposing myself for anyone that walks by.
My head falls back against the wall and he immediately starts kissing down my
chin to my neck, then up to my earlobe bringing it into his mouth biting down.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He whispers so softly into my ear I almost
don’t think I hear him correctly. When he asks me again I just nod in
agreement. Afraid if I were to say anything it wouldn’t be yes, and I really
want it to be yes.
me down, he runs his hands over my dress laying it back into place, then grabs
my hand and starts speed walking away heading towards the red exit sign.
What’s Left of Me. Copyright 2013. Amanda Maxlyn. Unedited
and Subject to Change.