Abducted: Book 1 in the Alien Mate Index Series by Evangeline Anderson #ReleaseBlitz @bookenthupromo @EvangelineA


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Book Title: Abducted: Book 1 in the Alien Mate Index Series
Author: Evangeline Anderson
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Release Date: June 11 2016
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My name is Zoe McKinley. I have a boring life, an awful job, and a boss that throws staplers at my head. What could be worse?

How about being abducted by Aliens?

Being dragged through a mirror, naked and screaming, onto an extraterrestrial ship was bad. Finding out I had been sold to a huge alien male who looks like the Devil was worse. But learning he wanted to trade me to an intergalactic petting zoo was the worst of all!

Now I’m whizzing through the galaxy with a robot butler, a trio of nib-nibs (they’re like tiny green monkeys) for pets, and one huge, muscular, and very grumpy alien. The clothing they gave me shows all my lady-bits, the food-sim makes lemon pie that tastes like sauerkraut, and Sarden, my captor, is too hot to stay mad at, even if he is a jerk.

In fact, I think I might be falling for him.

What’s a girl to do? It’s all in a day’s work when you’ve been…Abducted.

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Evangeline Anderson is the New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred, Alien Mate Index, and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.

You can find her online at her website www.evangelineanderson.com

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Revenge (Phoenix Undercover #3) by CA Harms #ReleaseBlitz @EJBookPromos @Charms0814 #Giveaway

Title: Revenge
Series: Phoenix Undercover #3
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 7, 2016
Cover Photographer: Sara Eirew Photographer
Cover Designer: Wicked By Design
Living in fear was what they were all doing. 


It was no longer just the life of the woman he loved that was in danger, but also the life of their unborn child. The undercover case Josh led was now threatening to take away his true happiness. And he must find a way to keep his family safe from the hands of evil. 

Knowing that the devil is lurking in the darkness, Josh is left with no way to secure their safety. His fear is taking over. 

Soon Leo would finally get the chance to make them pay for ruining his life. 

His revenge was coming, and there was no one who could stop it. 

The devil is near and Gabby is his target…. 

And he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. 

The count down has begun. 

There’s nowhere to hide. 

They will all pay.

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“You can run Gabby, but I’ll find you.” He laughed with a sadistic cackle. A chilling fear rang clear as his laughter echoed off the trees. “There is nowhere to hide. No one to save you. You are mine now.” 

My feet ached as the branches broke beneath my bare feet. The darkness of the night left me with minimal clarity. It was scary being alone in the darkness, unaware of my surroundings and what may be lurking ahead. But hesitation only meant Leo may reach me; that was much scarier than any other danger ahead. 

“Gabriella.” Once again his voice rang out through the woods. 

I had no idea where we were, or how far from the city he had taken me, but I couldn’t think about that. I had to find a way back. I had to find help.  

“I’m coming for you.” A sick feeling filled my stomach as his voice sounded closer than only seconds ago. 

Something sharp cut into my foot and I gasped as I fell forward, catching myself against a tree. I reached down to pull out the sharp object that was now embedded in the heel of my foot. The blood oozed and a burning sensation made me wince as I dropped the shard of glass to the ground. A broken bottle of some kind. 

“I thought we were becoming friends. You were beginning to understand what I needed from you, and I was just starting to reconsider selling you. In fact, I even thought about keeping you all for myself,” Leo hollered. 

I hid behind a tree as I looked from side to side, hoping for some sign of where he was. I was turned around at this point and no longer knew which way I should run. 

“But you deceived me, just as your sister did. I don’t forgive easily, Gabriella. I think once we reunite you may have to give me a reason to reconsider.”  

The hidden meaning of his words terrified me. Chills ran through me as I thought about his hands on me. I cringed, remembering the way he had attempted to touch me only moments ago. There was no way I could take more. 

Thunder rumbled overhead and I jumped in surprise. A storm was approaching and I knew it would only make my escape that much harder. 

“Game’s over.” I jerked forward, trying to get away when Leo’s voice whispered in my ear. “It’s time for you to understand and accept who you belong to.” He gripped my arm as he stepped around to my side and circled his other hand around my throat. 

His grasp on my throat tightened as he leaned in closer, within inches of my face.

Rain began to fall and he smiled as he tilted his head back and allowed it to hit his face. 

His laughter broke free and I could feel the tears fill my eyes. 

I closed my eyes and pictured Josh’s smile. Memories of the day we brought our son into the world together filled my mind. That was a happy day. And if I was going to die tonight, it was the vision I wanted to be my last.
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.


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Second Shot #2
Sara Jane Stone
Releasing June 7th, 2016
Avon Impulse
second, sizzling book in Sara Jane Stone’s Second Shots series…
When Dominic Fairmore left Oregon to
be all he could be as an Army Ranger, he always knew he’d come back to claim
Lily Greene. But after six years away and three career-ending bullets, Dominic
is battered, broken, and nobody’s hero—so he stays away. Until he learns Lily
has been the victim of a seemingly random attack. He’ll do anything to keep her
safe . . . even go home.
Lily is starting to find a life
without Dominic when suddenly her wounded warrior is home and playing
bodyguard—though all she really wants is for him to take her. But she refuses
to play the part of a damsel in distress, no matter how much she misses his
tempting touch. He’ll leave as soon as she’s safe and Lily knows her heart will
never heal.
But as attraction stirs to so much
more, danger closes in. With more than Lily’s heart at stake, Dominic can no
longer draw a line between protecting Lily and loving her . . .

“You painted your toenails pink.”

Dominic Fairmore stared at Lily’s bumble-gum colored nails. He didn’t trust himself to look up. Downstairs, his dad’s dogs made the familiar trip to the water bowl and back, probably stopping to sniff the bag of Chinese take-out he’d abandoned on the kitchen table. The animals’ nails tapped against the hardwood floors, but otherwise silence filled the farmhouse. His little sister was at the beach and his dad was pulling a double at Forever, Oregon’s woefully understaffed police station. And yeah, he kept track of their locations because at twenty-two he still lived at home.

Lily raised one perfect eyebrow. “I have two hours before my mom expects me home and you’re looking at my toenails?”

Her ironic tone pushed him damn close to his breaking point. He’d take her. Here. Now. Against the wall, pictures falling to the floor. Because he knew she reserved her humor for him. The rest of Forever saw a blond-haired, blue-eyed woman who charmed a room full of five-year olds day after day. A girl who’d been born here, grown up here, and put herself through the local university while still living at home to care for her wheelchair-bound mother and alcoholic father.

But Dominic saw the only girl he’d ever loved. If he closed his eyes, he could still picture her, walking down the halls of their high school. She’d been one year ahead of him. She’d graced the dreary high school halls with her sunshine smile and confidence. And yeah, her short skirts.

He’d memorized the way her cheerleaders outfit teased her thighs while she led the squad her senior year. He’d been a junior, but already shepherding the football team to one victory after another. And sometimes it felt like he busted his ass on the field and won the game just to see her smile . . .

But he couldn’t close his eyes and block out the way Lily looked right now.  His gaze drifted up her calves. Every inch of bare skin wrapped around his heart like a noose. He took in the curve of her thighs and tried to go slow. His jaw tightened and his eyes disobeyed.

F*** slow.

His gaze locked on the slip of fabric disappearing between her legs.

“Your panties match your toenails,” he growled. There wasn’t a hint of humor in his voice. He couldn’t picture laughing now. In two days, he’d wreck her heart. He would shatter their love and leave her with nothing but memories and the promise that he’d come back.

I swear I’ll come back for her.

But so much could change while he was on the other side of the country training to be all he could be. And later, once he deployed, on the other side of the world.

Two more days. Two more nights. How many times could he make love to this woman before they ran out of time?

“Are you sure they match?” she teased. Her fingers brushed the waistband of her panties and then her thumbs slipped beneath the pink fabric.

His hands formed tight fists at his sides, watching as she drew her underwear down to her toes. Her upper body stole away his view of the blond curls, instead offering the sight of her full, bare breasts hovering in front of her legs. Long locks of blonde hair drifted down as she compared the color of her underwear to her nail polish.

“Lily,” he growled and stepped closer.

She glanced up at him and slowly, as if she knew every movement of her body turned him on and pushed him closer to that place where he lost control. But hell, after six years together, Lily Greene damn well knew how to drive him crazy with lust and longing.

“My nails are a light pink. I think the bottle said ‘Ballet Slipper.’ But my underwear is closer to fuchsia.” She tossed her panties at him. “See?”

Years of training on the football field kicked in and he caught the slip of fabric in his right hand. “You’re right,” he said and he took a step forward. He threw her underwear down to the carpet without bothering to study them.

“You need to be home in two hours?” he asked.

Her teasing smile faded at the reminder of the reality beyond the bedroom walls. “You know I do.”

“We might not have time for the Chinese food.” He momentarily blocked his view as he drew his ‘Go Army!’ T-shirt over his head. He discarded the reminder of where he was heading in two days’ time. He wanted to leave this town and the dead-end future it promised, but not Lily.

“I hate Chinese,” she said.

She reached forward and grabbed onto the belt buckle his father had given him after he won the state championship with his high school football team. He pressed his palms flat against the wall, one on either side of her head. He couldn’t touch her. Not yet.

“I know.” He allowed her to pull him close, her fingers working to free his belt and undo his jeans. “I didn’t want to run the risk that you would want to eat first.”

She smiled as her hands won the battle with his belt. Drawing his zipper down, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Smart man.” Her hands pushed his pants over his hips and then went in search of their target.

“Lily,” he gasped as her fingers wrapped around the part of his body that thought ‘slow’ spelled disaster. Hell, it just might. He wanted her so damn much he might come in her hand. “Careful,” he added. “Or I’ll be about as useful as I was the first time. In the front seat of my truck.”

“Have as much self-control now as you did at seventeen?” she challenged, her hand moving up and down now.

“You know it.” He took his right hand off the wall and cupped her jaw. Angling her lips up to meet his, he kissed her. He knew her mouth. He’d memorized the way she liked his tongue to tease hers.

His hand moved down her neck and over her shoulder. His fingers froze, hovering on her collarbone. He knew the feel of her soft skin as well as he knew his own. But dammit, he couldn’t take the weight of her breast in his hand, her nipple brushing against his palm, and still maintain control.

She broke the kiss. “Don’t hold back, Dominic,” she whispered. “You never have before. Don’t start now. You know how to touch me. You’re the only one—”

His growl cut off her hushed words. He was the only one who knew the color of her panties. The only man in her bed. The only one who heard her sly humor. And yeah, the only man in Forever, Oregon who loved her.

For now . . .





several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara Jane
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romance novels. Sara Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York with her very
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The Sentinels #3
Alexandra Ivy
Released May 31st, 2016
and cursed by their hidden abilities, the Sentinels have no choice but to live,
and love, on the edge of humanity…
The Sentinel assassin, Bas, is
facing the greatest challenge of his outcast existence. His young daughter,
Molly, has been kidnapped. But her disappearance has brought the return of her
mother, Myst, whom Bas has never forgotten–or forgiven.
Haunted by a vision that she’s
destined to create a weapon that will destroy thousands, Myst was never
impulsive–until she met the irresistibly handsome Bas. But with the
Brotherhood, the enemy of the high-bloods hunting for her, Myst had to stay on
the run, to keep her child, and the world, safe. Now, with the most important
thing in both their lives at stake, she and Bas must embark on a treacherous
journey to save Molly, to confront the truth of Myst’s fate–and to face their
fierce desire for one another.

Pacing toward the long bar that was set near the leather sectional couch, Bas grimly poured himself a scotch. Tomorrow he would have the suite cleaned from top to bottom. Maybe that would get rid of the lingering scent of honeysuckle.

He was on his second drink when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps and he whirled to study the woman who came to a hesitant halt in the center of the room.

His brows snapped together. He told himself it was be-cause she was an unwelcome interloper and not because she looked as delicate and ethereal as a moonbeam.

A very sexy moonbeam.

She wrapped her arms around her slender waist, making a visible effort to meet his gaze.

“There’s no need to glare at me,” she chided.

He set aside his empty glass, smoothing his face to an unreadable mask.

It was something that should have come easily. He was a cold, ruthless assassin, wasn’t he? Unfortunately, this woman had a unique talent of getting under his skin.

In more ways than one.

“You’ve been screwing with my daughter’s mind,” he said between clenched teeth, still unnerved by the revelation that this woman had been speaking with Molly without his knowledge.

Her chin jutted to a defensive angle. “I’ll admit that I’ve often communicated with Molly, but I was hardly screwing with her mind. We talked like any other mother and daughter.”

He narrowed his gaze. “You knew very well that I was unaware of your telepathic powers. You deliberately used that lack of awareness to take advantage.”

“Molly was the one to reach out to me.”

His scowl deepened. “How? You’re not trying to claim she’s a telepath?”

“No, but I could sense her,” Myst muttered. “She needed to know that her mother loved her.”

“A mother who loves her child doesn’t abandon her.”

She flinched at his deliberate attack. “I didn’t . . .”

“Didn’t what?” “Nothing.”

He studied her pale face.

She was hiding something. But what?

“Why are you here?”

“You know why.” She hunched a shoulder. “I’m here to see my daughter.”

“Why?” he pressed again. “Four years ago you left her on my bed and walked away without looking back. Surely you can understand my confusion why you were struck

with a burning need to see her now.”

Her lovely face, which looked far too young to be a mother, flushed at his accusation.

“Molly was traumatized when she was kidnapped.” His breath hissed between his teeth.

The memory of Molly’s kidnapping was still a raw wound that made him think about killing things.

“You don’t have to remind me,” he snapped. “We were all traumatized when she was taken.”

The velvet-brown eyes widened with something that might have been confusion. “I’m not blaming you.”

“Then what are you doing?” he asked.

“Trying to explain that after Molly was taken she reached out to me in terror,” she said, her voice trembling as if she’d been as tormented as he’d been by her abduction. “She couldn’t tell me where she was, or who’d taken her, so all I could do was try to give her comfort and swear to her that I would come and visit if she would be a good girl and do everything they told her to do until you could come for her.”

Her soft words should have infuriated him. What right did she have to make promises to his daughter?

Instead, he went hunter-still. “You were so certain I would find her?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.


He struggled to keep his face devoid of emotion at the insane flare of pleasure that raced through him at her absolute confidence in his skills.

What the hell was wrong with him?

It wasn’t as if this woman’s opinion mattered, did it?

“Is that why it took you a week to get here?” he snapped, angered by his ridiculous reaction to this female. “Or were you just too busy to care that your daughter was in danger?”

Her head snapped back, an unexpected fury tightening her delicate features.

“Don’t ever say I don’t care about Molly,” she spit out, her hands clenched into tiny balls. “I left the second I knew she’d been taken. If I hadn’t had to make sure I wasn’t being followed I would have—”

She bit off her impulsive words, stiffly turning to walk toward the bank of windows.

“Followed?” he instantly pounced. Was this a trick? A lame excuse for not rushing to help in the search for Molly?

“By who?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Bas kept his gaze locked on the fragile profile reflected in the window.

“It does if you’re in danger.”

She hunched her shoulders, a visible shiver shaking her body.

“All I’m asking is a few days to spend with my daughter,” she said in low tones.

Bas was moving before he could halt his forward progress, grabbing her shoulders so he could turn her to meet his searching gaze.

“I want to know why you think you’re being followed,” he insisted.

Her ridiculously thick lashes lowered to hide her expressive eyes. A sure sign she was about to lie.

“You’re always in hiding,” she muttered. “I didn’t want to accidentally give away your location.”


Her jaw tightened, but her gaze stayed lowered. “Can I stay?”

His grip eased on her shoulders, his fingers compulsively stroking the satin-soft skin of her back.

“For how long?” he demanded.

“A few days.”

“And then you intend to disappear into the ether once again?”


Some undefinable emotion clenched his stomach at her blunt admission that she couldn’t be bothered to spend more than a handful of hours with her child.

His hand moved from her shoulder to grasp her chin, tilting back her head so he could study her delicate features.

So innocent.

The face of an angel.

How the hell could she be so cruel toward her only child?

Unless . . .

“Do you have another family?” he abruptly demanded.

She blinked, as if confused by his question. “Do you mean parents or siblings?”

His lips thinned. “I’m asking if you have a husband and pack of kids. Is that why you treat Molly like a dirty secret?”

“Of course not,” she breathed, a genuine outrage darkening her eyes. “And I don’t treat Molly like a dirty secret.”

Dropping his hands as if he’d been scalded, Bas took a step back.

He didn’t want to feel a sharp-edged relief that he’d been wrong in his suspicion that Myst was already claimed by another male.

He didn’t want to feel anything for this woman.

“No,” he said abruptly.

“No what?” she asked in bewilderment.

“No, you can’t stay,” he informed, retreating behind his icy composure. “It isn’t fair to Molly.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her expression stricken. “A visit from her mother isn’t fair?”

“You can’t just appear and disappear from her life when-ever you want.” He shrugged. “It’s too confusing.”

“All I’m asking is a few days.”


“Bas . . .” She held out a slender hand. “Please.”

Her soft, pleading expression didn’t touch him, he fiercely assured himself.

He was turning away and heading out of the room because he needed to check on Molly, not because he was trying to avoid the blatant yearning on her beautiful face.

And the strange emotion that was currently twisting his gut into tight knots wasn’t guilt.

Or regret.

No way.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he commanded, refusing to glance at her.

“I’ll return in the morning,” she said, the words soft but stubborn.

His steps never faltered. “You’re wasting your time.”

“It’s my time to waste,” she muttered. “I’ll be back.”

Bas had reached the end of the short hallway when he heard the sound of Myst’s retreating footsteps, followed by the closing of the door.


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and teenage sons. To stay updated on Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat
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Men of Circumstance #2
Addie Jo Ryleigh
Released May 18th, 2016
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Duke. A Runner. An Earl.
Three men, each born into different circumstances.
Each fighting to overcome their own adversity.
All striving to change their past.
much as Nathaniel Frederickson, bastard brother to the Duke of Wesbrook,
loathes the status and consequence of his lowly birth, he has reinvented
himself by becoming London’s leading Bow Street Runner. But no matter his success
or his charm, he never seems to be good enough.
Annabel Baines, self-professed bluestocking, has one goal in life. To create a
legacy for her deceased mother by ensuring the success of her school for young
ladies. Even if it means being beholden to a man intent on ruining her life,
forcing her to make impossible, heartrending choices.
to recovering stolen artifacts, Nate is thrust into Anna’s privileged world. To
make matters worse, he is forced to protect her from a mysterious threat she
refuses to acknowledge. While fighting Anna’s stubbornness—and his unwanted
fascination with the spoiled chit—Nate becomes the renewed target of a
blackmailer thought to be destroyed . . . while a killer sets his sights on
the well-born bluestocking ultimately save the bastard Runner?

His longer stride allowed him to reach her before she vanished into the shadows of the entry. Securing her elbow, he directed her to an empty room off to the left of the foyer. Time to remind Lady Annabel exactly who is in charge.

His quick maneuver only allowed for her to sputter in resistance. As soon as the door clicked shut, she yanked free and rounded on him. “How dare you mistreat me in such a way!”

The flash of fire in her eyes held him spellbound. Gone was the perfectly put together gentlewoman. In her place stood a wild and captivating woman. The kind of woman he would easily welcome into his bed.

At his silence she continued, “I should have you dismissed for your impertinence.”

With the return of the haughty noble, the spell was broken. The heat simmering in her glare would never melt the coldness born of the nobility.

His touch hadn’t been anywhere near brutish, but he recognized the meaning beneath her objection. “Forgive me, princess, for soiling your precious sleeve with my dirty hand.”

Given the narrowing of her eyes, she knew, as well as he, his hands were as clean as hers.

“I would never—”

He didn’t give her the chance to launch into a lecture. He’d brought her here for a purpose. “We need to set a few things straight.” He ignored her sharply indrawn breath. “Firstly, I’m not your lackey. You may have the rest of England on a tether but you’ll never have me. I’m here to do a job and I’m not about to let an overindulged, spoiled brat stand in my way.”

So much for being reasonable. There was just something about the petite Lady Annabel that provoked him beyond anything he’d experienced before. More than just her title stirred his blood. Even when faced with the most condescending members of the ton, Nate still managed to hold onto his dignity and poise.

The entire mission might be manageable if she understood he would be the one setting the course. Moreover, if there was a threat to her safety, her rushing headlong into a situation could get her hurt—or even killed.

“Secondly, I am not your lap dog. I won’t sit and stay on command. Or obediently follow where you lead. If you have somewhere you absolutely must be, you will inform me before we go gallivanting all over England. Your father hired me to do a job and dammit, I will do it the best way I know how. Which doesn’t include you dictating our every move. I am the professional, after all,” he tacked on for good measure.

Given her glowering expression, she’d comprehended every word. And had found issue with each one.

Oh, hell. She was about to become indignant. The last thing he needed was an overwrought silk-stocking who felt the world had wronged her. Why couldn’t Lawson have sent him to some corner of the country lacking the delicate sensibilities of the nobility? He’d have gone to Scotland if need be.

Just when Nate thought he had her pegged and was prepared for her vicious onslaught, she took a steady breath and her eyes cleared like a passing storm.

Her voice held complete calm when she answered, “Mr. Frederickson, since you found it within yourself to speak so . . . honestly . . . with me, I feel I should return the courtesy. First, I will concede you are the expert. My father wouldn’t have entrusted myself—or his collection—to anyone less than capable. However, I’m not about to set aside my freedoms on what we both know to be an overreaction on my father’s part.”

She paused while he remained silent. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to respond. In the last minute, she’d destroyed every expectation he had.

He didn’t get an opportunity to think on it as her eyes suddenly narrowed and pinned his boots to the floor. He felt like a wayward student who’d spoken out of turn. “I have never in my life treated someone as a lap dog. No matter if their arrogance demanded it. If you are looking for someone who has acted childish, Mr. Frederickson, I suggest you place yourself in an empty room and look in a mirror. Overindulged, spoiled brat indeed!” Her chest expanded with visible outrage as she finished chastising him.



Addie Jo Ryleigh writes historical
regency romances that feature rakish heroes and strong feisty heroines. Addie
Jo lives in the same cold winter and hot summer area of Minnesota where she was
born and raised. And frankly, wouldn’t live anywhere else. Sharing in the
raising of her three extremely rambunctious boys is her very understanding
husband that so graciously enabled her to fulfill her dream of writing. Keeping
Addie Jo company while she writes (besides her wonderfully loud children) is
her yorkipoo, Bella, who is never far from Addie Jo’s side.
Addie Jo
has always had a love and passion for romance books and became engrossed in
historical romance (particularly Regency) soon after graduating from Lurlene
McDaniel’s young adult books. Currently, Addie Jo reads any genre that has a
great emotional story that keeps her reading into the early hours of the
Addie Jo
has a bachelor degree in accounting and is a financial coordinator when not
driving her children around central Minnesota, cuddled up with a good book, or
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Vivid Lies
by Alyne Roberts
Publication Date: June 6, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

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Two Girls. Two Boys. The math should be easy.

London and Brooklyn have shared everything their whole lives. They shared a birthday, a mother they never met, and a tragic past. Their bond is unbreakable and beautiful. The sisters may look identical but they are nothing alike.

Brooklyn is the wild and reckless sister. London is logical and responsible.

When they leave the only home they have ever known with their best friend Miles, their bond is tested.
Miles finally sees Brooklyn and London as more than the girls he grew up with.
He is smart and caring, everything London should want.
But it might be too late because a new stranger enters their lives, changing everything.
Kane is mysterious and troubled, with commitment issues.
He should to be perfect for Brooklyn and her wild side.

What happens things don’t go as they should?

Nothing goes as planned. Things are never as they seem. No one is who they say they are.

The lies are so vivid, they are almost real.


About Alyne Roberts

Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, two dogs and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn’t live without her coffee or her furry “children”.

Alyne wrote her first novel titled “Light to the Darkness” in 2014.

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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl