A slang soccer term meaning: fake out, deceive, confuse your opponent
See examples Daniel Zavaro and Quincy Watson:
As the rising star in Houston, Daniel has found fame as Captain of his Pro soccer team and the city’s most eligible bachelor. Daniel has everything – except someone special – and that suits him just fine. He doesn’t want, or need, complications.
Quincy has baggage, and lots of it. After a tragic accident spins her world on its axis, she finds herself as a single mother, raising a newborn nephew she never knew she had. Between parenthood, her full-time job, and dealing with the suffocating grief of losing her sister, every day is a struggle.
When they begin to cross paths unexpectedly and often, an unlikely friendship starts to evolve. Feelings change. Lines get crossed. What happens next surprises them both…
Before they know it– they’ve been Juked.
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“I hope you don’t mind,” she says, changing subjects and breaking the tension. “Before you called, I was going to catch up on Outlander. I’m several episodes behind.”
“Fine with me,” I say. “I’m used to those soft-porn shows.”
“You know… Outlander, Game of Thrones, True Blood. Soft porn.”
She scoffs at me. “We’re watching Starz, Daniel, not pay-per-view.”
I lean back and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Baby, the only difference between Starz and porn is that actual porn doesn’t have a plot or as big a budget.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Soft porn,” she grumbles under her breath. She picks up the popcorn and puts it on the couch between us.
I snap up a handful and toss some in my mouth as the review of the last episode plays and the credits roll.
Adult language. Adult situations. Brief nudity.
That’s what the parental ratings warn us of. It is so, so wrong.
The first thing that pops up on the screen is a woman on a bed and a man is with her. With his head between her legs for a very long time. And now there’s nipples, lots and lots of nipples. And his head is still between her legs.
“Still trying to convince yourself it’s not high-budget porn?” I joke, trying to break the sexual tension that has sprung up again.
“Oh my god, this is so awkward,” she replies, eyes still on the screen. Her ears turn bright red, which is apparently her version of a blush. She looks so uncomfortable.
I sip my beer and munch popcorn, ignoring the woody in my pants from imagining that it’s Quincy and me on the screen. When all else fails, insert humor. “Man, he’s really going at it, isn’t he?”
“Would you shut up?” She laughs and smacks my arm. “This is weird enough without you making jokes.”
“Sorry. I’ll just sit here quietly while we watch the non-porn.” She rolls her eyes but smiles anyway.
“Mother, reader, storyteller – ME Carter never set out to write books. But when a friend practically forced a copy of Twilight into her hands, the love of the written word she had lost as a child was rekindled. With a story always rolling around in her head, it should come as no surprise that she finally started putting them on paper. She lives in Texas with her four children, Mary, Elizabeth, Carter and Bug, who sadly was born long after her pen name was created, and will probably need extensive therapy because of it.”
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl
Book Title: Feast of the Epiphany Author: Kathryn M Hearst Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance Release Date: June 17, 2016 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Immortal and a member of the Sinistra Dei, a secret order designed to eliminate threats to the Vatican, Giovanna was created to do the dirty work of the Church. This requires creative thinking and the ability to tap dance on the line between right and wrong.
As the commander she loves slowly sinks into insanity, she learns that dark immortals—the Execrati dedicated to destroying her kind— have snuck into New Orlean’s legendary French Quarter to hunt her friends. With the further discovery that one of Rome’s own has faked his death, and the unexpected evolution of her supernatural powers, Gia is no longer able to play by the rules.
How can she defy the man she loves, break the trust of a close friend, and explain the new set of wings on her back?
The answer is simple… she can’t.
Giovanna stalked her prey through the narrow alley of the French Quarter.
Nightfall brought music and drunken laughter. She followed the man, waiting for the opportunity to judge and, perhaps, to kill. Above her Torben crouched on the rooftop waiting.
“Where are you?” she whispered.
“I’m right here.” A man stepped into the dim light. Shadows deepened his gaunt features, accentuating the hollows of his cheeks.
“You selling?” She feigned a nervous catch in her voice.
“Naw, but I’m buying.”
Gia caught the gleam of metal in his hand. Even from six feet away she detected the sour scent of chemicals mingled with sweat, liquor, and stale cigarettes. The man before her was dangerous by human standards.
Gia took a step in the addict’s direction, and he lunged for her. She sidestepped his advance and shoved him against the wall. The scent of human blood assaulted her senses, made her stomach turn.
Torben leapt from the roof, landing a foot to her right. He looked every bit the part of a tenth century Norseman—dark blond hair, blue eyes, well-muscled, and a scruffy pointed beard. He could have stepped off the cover of some cheesy Viking romance novel. Even his name was a cliché’. Torben, “the Bear of Thor”.
He hoisted the man up and held him at arm’s length while the little bastard flailed in mid-air. The man struggled, kicking and stabbing to no avail. Torben’s height gave him the advantage.
“Drop it.” Gia laced her words with compulsion.
The knife clattered to the ground.
The addict renewed his effort to break free. Torben wrapped an arm around the man’s midsection. “Be still.”
He stopped moving. “I got money. You want money? Take it. Got drugs too.”
Gia frowned. “I miss the old days when we had wars to fight. Hell, I wouldn’t even mind an assassination order. At least I could have some fun, get creative, you know?”
“Peace never lasts.” Torben adjusted his grip on the human.
She rolled her eyes. “Ever the optimist.”
“Do you want to read him or shall I?”
“I will.” Gia stepped in front of her would-be assailant. She pressed her fingertips on the exposed flesh of his wrist and closed her eyes.
Her mind exploded with images of the human’s life, memories, emotions, regrets, evidence of past sins laid out for her judgment. He preferred the intimacy of killing with knives and took trophies from the bodies—a finger from one, a pretty blue eye from another. She counted four women in total.
She detected no remorse. If he regretted his sins she could choose to release him unharmed, or perhaps release him with the knowledge of the pain he had brought to others in hopes that he would choose a different path for the future. The monster in Torben’s arms laughed as he relived the worst of his sins. There would be no mercy.
“Death. He had only pride in his skill. He was … nostalgic for his kills.”
Torben nodded and pressed his hand to the junkie’s face. “I’m not surprised.”
Without a word Gia rose to her tiptoes and wrapped her hand around the man’s neck. She opened a link between herself and the human, feeding from his energy, his prana. As she fed, her pale skin illuminated and she dipped her chin to allow her dark hair to hide the light.
“I love it when you glow.” Torben chuckled and began to feed.
“It’s fun in private but it draws too much attention on the streets.”
“I remember how fun it was in private.”
Gia narrowed her eyes. “What has gotten into you? Are you flirting with me? Again?”
“What if I am?”
“It’s been a couple of centuries since you have.”
“Have I told you lately how beautiful your eyes are? Like icy-blue jewels.” He grinned.
“Have I told you lately that you are a class-A pain in the ass?” She cut off the energy flow from the human but maintained the mental connection.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to read his thoughts as he dies.”
Torben’s eyes widened. “That’s rather morbid.”
“It’s fascinating. Sometimes I can see a light. It reminds me there’s more to this world than we can see.”
“You need to read a human to believe there’s more than the physical world?”
Gia shrugged. The connection between herself and the dying man flared to life. She shared his terror as ghosts of the women he murdered crowded the alley. Some cried for justice while others laughed. Even his mother came—not to comfort, but to condemn. They crowded around and pulled at him with cold dead hands. He struggled to escape, but his heart convulsed, and he clutched his chest. He died in the alley while his victims called for his soul.
Gia broke the link, dazed. No longer in his head she couldn’t see the spirits. “I wonder if the ghosts are still here.”
“They are manifestations of his mind. There are no such things as ghosts.” Torben eased the body to the ground.
“How can you be certain?”
“I can’t, I guess.” Torben slid his arm around her shoulders and led her out of the alley. His shoulders tensed and his expression grew more serious.
“We need to talk.”
She stepped out from under his arm. “I’ve noticed you seem more … attentive toward me. But, Torben, we can’t cross that line.”
“This is far more serious than our relationship, or lack thereof.”
“That sounds ominous.”
Torben stopped walking and turned to her. “It’s Lochlain. He’s—”
“He’s worried about Marin. It’s been a long time since he imbued a human. He’s fine.”
“He’s not fine. The day is coming when I’ll be forced to take control of the clutch.”
Gia refused to let his words sink in. “You’re wrong, and committing treason. Lochlain won’t let you take the clutch.”
“He may have no choice.” Torben met her gaze. “I’m worried about your safety, Giovanna. Lochlain isn’t in his right mind. He is losing himself to the darkness. You of all people have to know this.”
She pulled away. “I need to get back to work.”
“I’ll walk with you.”
Torben fell in beside her as they walked back to the bar on Bourbon Street. Gia lost herself in her thoughts. What would become of the clutch if Torben forced Lochlain to step down? Could they survive it?
Gia turned to him. “Torben, you’ve been by Lochlain’s side since you joined the Order of the Sinistra Dei. What? A thousand years ago?”
“Something like that.”
“If what you say is true you need to help Lochlain. You two are like yin and yang. The clutch will fall apart without that balance.”
“I know you love him, Giovanna, but it may be too late.”
She ran her hands up his chest, using his desire for her to her advantage. “Lochlain has a quick temper and loves the sound of his own voice, but that doesn’t mean he’s evil.”
“There’s more to it than that.” Torben put his hands over hers and removed them from his chest, though he didn’t release them.
“Torben, you’re scaring me. Not many of us remain in the world. Letting even one slip into darkness, or be put to death by the Church—”
“I’ll do what I can for Lochlain.” Torben conceded.
Kathryn M. Hearst is a southern girl with a love of the dark and strange. She has been a story teller her entire life, as a child she took people watching to new heights by creating back stories of complete strangers. Besides writing, she has a passion for shoes, vintage clothing, antique British cars, music, musicians and all things musical (including theatre). Kate lives in central Florida with her chocolate lab, Jolene; and two rescue pups, Jagger and Roxanne. She is a self-proclaimed nerd, raising a nerdling.
Another page-turning contemporary romance in the Tavonesi Series
featuring love, suspense and adventure!
NO STRANGER TO LOVE
The Tavonesi Series #9
Released May 29th, 2016
STRANGER TO LOVE, USA Today Bestselling Author Pamela Aares delivers another
page-turning contemporary romance in the Tavonesi Series featuring love,
suspense and adventure!
Juliet Cabot is no stranger to
trouble, but she never imagined that her work defending endangered sea turtles
on a beautiful Greek island would turn deadly. Threats to her life force her to
call for help from the man who’s haunted her dreams for years—wine country
landowner and international polo star Parker Tavonesi.
Parker owes Juliet big time for
getting him out of a fix in the past. Handsome, resourceful and fearless, she
trusts him with her life but she vowed she would never trust him with her
heart. When danger enshrouds them and warm island nights cause their bottled-up
passions to flare, Juliet’s every fantasy could become reality . . . unless the
dark secrets of a sultry paradise prove fatal, not just for the struggling sea
turtles but for Parker and Juliet as well.
There was nothing Parker liked better than a great party. Well, almost nothing. He did like winning a ball-busting polo match and the satisfaction of a great grape harvest.
He stared out at the party he’d arranged for his brother’s birthday. The band blared out a brilliant cover of “Stand by Me.” Dancers shouted and raised their hands over their heads on the dance floor, and Beau gave him a thumbs-up from across the room.
But his thoughts weren’t caught up in the swirl of lights, pulsing music and celebrating dancers.
Five minutes before the first guests had arrived, Juliet’s email had arrowed into his life, upsetting the smooth facade he preferred to show to the outside world.
He hadn’t heard from Juliet since the day of the Sommelier shoot, two and a half months ago. Except for her formal thank-you for his donation to the seal rescue center. On letterhead. Typed.
A week later he’d sent her the email announcing the party for the First Flight launch. He’d added a postscript reminding her that if she ever needed him, all she had to do was ask. She’d responded by checking the response box that said Not Attending.
Though he appreciated what social media made possible for marketing his business, he preferred old-fashioned, face-to-face communication. It left less to interpretation.
To the imagination.
He didn’t blame Juliet for taking off without saying goodbye. Just as he couldn’t be angry with his sister. He regretted his insensitive remarks, but by the time he’d heard of their conversation, the damage had been done.
Perhaps Zuri’s truth-telling had been for the best. He wasn’t relationship material. And a woman like Juliet deserved a man who was.
After the wine launch, he’d thrown himself into hard riding, harder work at the vineyard and crafting the perfect elaborate party for Beau’s birthday. As if the fiendish buzz of busyness would salve the regret that tugged at him.
He skirted the dance floor and walked along the rose-lined garden path that led to his library. A tap of his finger and Juliet’s message lit his computer screen.
Her simply worded email alarmed him.
I need you for a matter of great importance. Come to Zantos. I’ll explain when you arrive.
The three short sentences were already pulling him across the thousands of miles to Greece. Knowing her, she’d had to swallow her pride to even ask him for help.
He owed her. Big-time. More than she knew.
The magazine cover and five-page article had shot First Flight and his vineyard to world prominence. He’d sold out the vintage and had orders for the next. The cover photo of him and Juliet kissing had gone viral. No one could buy publicity like that.
He stared at the cover he’d had framed to hang on the wall of his library. Like a sentinel guarding a world beyond his grasp, the cover glared at him, mocking him.
How could memories be both delicious and disturbing at the same time?
He could still feel the lushness of Juliet’s lips and the heat of her skin beneath his hand. He’d loved the spunky way she’d sparred with him. Loved? Maybe too strong a word. He wasn’t sure he was cut out for that fine emotion.
He ignored the voice of warning whispering in the depths of his mind as he put his fingers on the keyboard. She’d asked for help, he would give it.
With a few clicks, he had a reservation for a flight to Athens the next evening. And a flight out to Zantos Island after he had time to clear customs. Another few clicks, and a few typed words that didn’t reveal any of the mixed emotions roiling through him, and he’d informed Juliet of his arrival.
Pamela Aares is a USA Today
Bestselling, award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance
novels. Her contemporary series, The Tavonesi Series, explores the lives,
loves, friendships and sizzling romances of the Tavonesi family.Her popularity as a romance writer continues to grow with each new book
release, so much so, that the Bay area author has drawn comparisons by
reviewers to Nora Roberts.Pamela Aares writes romance books that she loves reading, particularly those
that entertain, transport and inspire dreams while captivating and tugging at
the heart. She takes her readers on a journey with complex characters in both
contemporary and historical settings who are thrown in situations that tempt
love, adventure and self-discovery.Before becoming a romance author, Aares wrote and produced award-winning films
including Your Water, Your Life, featuring actress Susan Sarandon and NPR
series New Voices, The Powers of the Universe and The Earth’s
Imagination.If not behind her computer, you can probably find her reading a romance novel,
hiking the beach or savoring life with friends. You can visit Pamela on the web
Susan Grant is back with an all-new, stand-alone tale of two improbable lovers,
their daring secret, and the gamble destined to alter the course of their
She was playing with fire…
Jemm Aves battles to keep her dreams
alive on a dead-end world. Working for the mines by day, she’s a successful
bajha player at night, disguised as a male to be allowed to compete in the colony’s
dangerous underworld where club owners will go to extremes to retain the best
players. Every win puts her one small step closer to her goal: saving enough to
escape Barésh with her family. When a nobleman from one of the galaxy’s elite
families recruits her to be a star player for his team, it’s because he doesn’t
know her secret. Her ruse proves to be her most perilous game yet when it puts
both their lives—and her heart—at risk.
Prince Charming he was not…
Prince Klark is eager to reverse his
reputation as the black sheep of the Vedla clan, a family as famous for its
wealth and power as it is for being a bastion of male-dominated tradition. If
his bajha team can win the galactic title it would go a long way toward
restoring the family honor that his misdeeds tarnished. He travels to Barésh to
track down an amateur who’s risen to the top of the seedy world of street
bajha, offering the commoner a chance of a lifetime: a way off that reeking
space rock for good. But his new player comes with a scandalous secret that
turns his plans and his beliefs upside down. He sets out to win a very
different prize—his champion’s reluctant heart.
Grant is a New York Times bestselling author who enjoys being able to
indulge her love of travel and adventure by piloting jumbo jets around the
globe. Her careers as a commercial pilot and air force pilot have provided
endless inspiration for her books. Susan is the author of The Star King, launch
book of her popular Star series about a spacefaring Earth family, as well as
the RITA-winning novel Contact. Her new series debuts in 2016 with The Champion
of Barésh. Susan and her family live in the scenic foothills of northern
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Book Title: Down For The Count Author: Christa Cervone Genre: Sports Romance Release Date: June 17, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
I’ve always been a fighter,
Even before I knew it was in my blood.
I fought the demons of my past.
I fought for my life.
I fought for the future I wanted.
Growing up in a foster home, after my father killed my mother,
I fought for who I was,
Who I could become.
And now, it’s what I do, what I am.
My career is in the ring, taking down every opponent I face,
Every enemy who threatens me.
But now, I’ve got the biggest fight of my life,
Fighting for her, the one I want,
The one I can’t have.
Salem Harris is taken, but I swear to God,
She’ll be mine, even if I go down for the count,
I’ll fight like Hell for her,
Or die trying.
***Please note this book was formerly released as a two book series, On the Ropes and Going the Distance. It has been reedited and consolidated into one. Heavy sexual content including a F/F/M scene. If such a scene may upset you, this may not be the book for you.
Born and raised in New England, Christa is a married mother of three. She began writing her first book, Broken, in October 2012, as a love story to her husband, Frank. During the writing process, Christa managed to keep her book a secret from the majority of her family and friends, including her mother. She finally revealed that she had written a book on her personal Facebook page just two weeks before Broken was released.
Broken was released in February 2013, and within twenty-four hours of its release, it was on Amazon’s Movers and Shakers list as well as in the Top 20 Erotica. Christa released her second novel, On the Ropes – Book One in the Down for the Count series, in February 2014. On the Ropes has also climbed the charts on Amazon, hitting the Top 10 Sports Fiction and the Top 20 Romance Sports Fiction lists. Book Two, Going the Distance, was released July 2014 and claimed the number 3 spot in the Interracial category as well being in the top 20 in Erotica on Amazon.
Angelina has sacrificed everything
to be with the man she loves. Forced to abandon her family, and even her own
identity, Angelina depends on Haithem as never before. With no more secrets
between them, Haithem has become the source of all her needs. Sexually.
But not even Haithem can hide
While they’re sneaking across
borders, avoiding persecution from everyone who would see Haithem dead and his
prototype stolen, the media fascination surrounding Angelina’s disappearance
continues to mount.
For Angelina, it’s a brutal reminder
of what she’s left behind and the pain she’s caused to those who believe her
dead or held against her will.
To Haithem, it’s a warning: he
stands to lose the one person left in his life he loves beyond measure. The
hunt won’t be called off until his enemies have destroyed him, his life’s work
and everyone involved—including Angelina.
He has only one choice. He’s
promised to protect her. And Haithem always keeps his promises.
“What about an apple?” I held up the reddest of the two, rotating it back and forth.
I could practically see the thoughts hammering his head the same way they did mine. Maybe his were less obvious, his torment only visible because I witnessed the change in him.
He rested a hand on my thigh. “You eat. I’ll have something when we stop.”
I set the cooler down between my legs, keeping the apple but laying my other hand on his.
“Hmm,” I said.
He glanced at me. “What?”
“I guess I’m just disappointed.”
He frowned hard enough to make me pity the thing that dared disappoint me. I guess there was more evil in me than I’d known.
I sighed as audibly as possible. “Someone swore to fulfill my needs later…” I rubbed the apple against my lips, inhaling its sweetness. “But you’ve been driving all day—and haven’t eaten since six a.m.” I suppressed the spasm forming in my throat, and held my lips even. “Frankly, I don’t believe it’s going to be everything I was guaranteed.”
The brakes squeaked. We jerked to a halt behind the car stopping in front of us. Traffic hummed and groaned outside the car. Inside, silence screamed electric.
The hand beneath mine tightened over my knee.
I took a bite of apple to keep from choking on a laugh.
“Is that so?” he asked, his voice more honeyed than the fruit dissolving over my tongue. “And to think I thought you were sweet.”
Haithem turned my hand, raised it and clamped his teeth over the fleshy mound on my palm below my thumb. I gasped, the sting just enough to remind me he had bite. How easily he could chew right through me just like the apple I held, if he ever decided to use his teeth on me.
“Now, when I’m good and ready—” He turned his face towards me, let me catch the wicked promise in his eyes. “—I’m going to fuck you like you’re not.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
He’d been taking it easy on me all this time? He released my hand and pried the apple from my fingers.
Then ate the apple whole.
I’d never seen someone eat an apple that way—from top to bottom, core and all.
He ate the freaking stem.
He actually ate the stem.
Who eats the stem?
Apparently, Haithem eats stems. I reached between my knees and pulled a cola from the cooler, cracked the lid and took a gulp. Served me right. I got what I wanted…and now I’d get what I wanted…
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber
Bardan finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive
habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fueled adrenaline haze, writing
romance with a thriller edge.
with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers
outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance
Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.