Cover Reveal- Wicked Impulse (ALFA PI, Book 3) by Chelle Bliss


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Wicked Impulse
Chelle Bliss
Releases December 13th

There’s only one thing worse than dating a friend’s sister–sleeping with his mother.

Fran DeLuca’s known for her bossy, overbearing personality almost as much as for her love of nylon tracksuits. But when someone runs off with fifty thousand dollars, she becomes involved in an ALFA investigation and catches the eye of silver fox biker, Bear.

Bear North, ALFA’s resident bad boy, has never thought of Fran as anything more than his buddy’s mom. When she trades in her elastic pants and orthopedic tennis shoes for a pair of skintight jeans and high heels, he takes notice of the fifty-something MILF.

When the money trail leads closer to Fran than expected, Bear takes charge of the investigation and will do anything to protect her. Can Bear track a thief, claim Fran, and keep Morgan DeLuca in the dark long enough to solve the case?


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RELEASE- Finding My Reason by Claudia Burgoa



Title: Finding My Reason
Author: Claudia Burgoa
Genre: Adult Contemporary/Women’s Fiction
Release Date: October 19, 2016





It was only supposed to be a one night stand at a wedding. 

I was supposed to have fun and move on. 

But she infused my life with light and laughter. 

Now I can’t breathe at the thought of her ever being out of my life. 

Being apart from her suffocates me.

We agreed to stay together, until we didn’t make each other happy.

I wasn’t afraid of and, I was afraid of but. But what if I’m not enough for her to stay?  


I met this guy I really wanted to kiss.

I thought he was going to be just a crush who became my dream boy. 

A perfect, delusional dream I would keep in my heart until I had my life in order. 

He made me feel like I could take over the world.

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.

We agreed to stay together, until one of us wanted something different. 

I wasn’t scared of but, I was scared of and. And what if he leaves? 

And our fairy tale came to an end.

But did it have to end or can we find a reason to stay?


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Once we enter and the doors close, she pushes a different number than mine. Is this over?

Not by a long shot.

“Why don’t you join me?” I insist. Grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. Wanting to run my lips all the way up her shoulder and kiss her. Hard. Slow. Deeply. Instead, I think of the right words to keep her around for just a little longer. Long enough to taste her. “We can order as many movies as we want. The groom is paying.”

She bites her lip as if considering my offer. She glances around the elevator. But then she stops, connecting it with my gaze briefly. Her eyes move to my lips and linger there for a couple of beats before they drop to the floor. At least I think that’s where they are. Unless she’s looking at my pants, that can barely contain my throbbing dick. A kiss. At least one kiss before we say goodbye.

I step into her. Reaching out, I cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me. She sucks in her breath; her eyes widen, but she doesn’t step back. I’ve been wondering what she tastes like, how it’ll be to kiss those plumped, shaped heart lips. Imagining the feel as I run my hands over her luscious curves and taste her, feel her body quiver under mine while she screams my name. My heart slams hard against my ribcage, but my lungs stop working because something inside my heart tells me that if we do more than kissing, I won’t be able to let her go easily.

The logical side of my brain suggests I turn around and leave. Call it curiosity, lust, or the fucking pull Jade has on me, but I push away all reason and let my heart lead. Just a taste. One kiss. Before I chicken out, I slant my mouth over hers. As we touch, the electrical current we produce increases, knocking me off my stride. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before, and I want to taste more. All. Fuck, why did I wait so long to kiss her? I ask in silence as my hands tighten around her waist. She brings her arms around me. Pressing herself closer to me, my dick pushing hard against her abdomen. Our tongues dance as our kiss switches speeds. From sweet to demanding, to… I stop as the elevator’s bell dings and the doors open.

“This is me,” she says, catching her breath. Stepping out of the elevator, she turns around and waves at me. Her brown eyes watch me, and I want to understand what they’re saying, learn what she’s thinking, and… God, I’m screwed. “Thank you for everything.”“When will I see you again?” I ask, holding the doors open. Missing her lips already.


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Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.

She now lives in Colorado working for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

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RELEASE BOOST- Written in the Scars by Adriana Locke



Title: Written in the Scars
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 20, 2016




Falling in love is easy.Falling out of love is the hardest thing in the world.

And Elin and Ty Whitt are terrible at it.

The first time the local basketball star smiled at Elin, she was a goner. It was just so damn easy to fall for the dark-haired hometown hero with his charming smile and strong, athletic build.

Thousands of sleepy smiles, aimless drives down country roads, and squeaks of the backdoor after a swing shift later, reality hits. And it hits hard. Falling in love was definitely the easy part. Watching it break apart was impossible.

Through the tears, the second-guesses, the memories of a life built together, the world keeps spinning. With each turn comes clarity and hope—sometimes in the form of a pair of muddy boots by the back door or from the words of a wise friend.

When Ty shows back up with a new found determination to put his family back together, Elin’s torn between the fights of the past and the possibility of a new start. This is the man that holds her heart, the man she loves beyond anything else. But this is also the one person in the world that can cause her the most pain.

Life’s not always easy. Love’s not for the faint of heart. But with life comes lessons and Ty and Elin have the scars to prove it. But it’s their love written in those scars that will hold them together … or break them apart.



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“Locke has created magic!” – NYT Bestselling author SL Scott“A book you must read—just keep the Kleenex close.” – NYT Bestselling author Melanie Moreland

“Written in the Scars is without a doubt one of the best books I’ve ever read, and I give it all the stars.” – author Rachel Brookes

“This book … one of the most emotionally powerful and beautifully written books I’ve ever read.” – BB Belle, Goodreads review

“A top read of 2016 … Impeccable and stellar!” – Dawn, Divas Book Lounge

“The words will seep into your soul.” – Books and Boys Book Blog

“What a beautiful book that left me in tears.” – Minxes Love Books

“There are no words to express how much this book affected me.” – Kristin, Book Lovers Obsession
I pull her into me, trying to put her, me, our life back together with my embrace. Her arms find my waist, and I hold her in the middle of the driveway, swaying back and forth in a moment I’ll never, ever forget. The feeling of my world careening back into focus, into the places it should be, nearly drops me to my knees with my girl in my arms.“I should go in,” she says, looking up at me.

“It’s cold in there.”

She shrugs and I see her start to slip away from me again. Frantic, I struggle to find a way to stop it.

“Let’s go for a drive,” I suggest.

She looks at me warily.

“It’s just a drive,” I promise. “The house can warm up and then I’ll drop you back off, if that’s what you want. What can it hurt?”

“You won’t try to make out with me or anything, right?” she teases. “Because I know that look in your eye, Tyler Whitt.”

“Only if you ask,” I wink, opening the door to my truck and watching her climb in. Before I shut it, I lean in and whisper into her ear. “Hey, E.”


“Please ask.”


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USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.

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BOOK BLITZ- Across the Way by Amy K. McClung




Title: Across the Way
Author: Amy K. McClung
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2016



Marie has her twenties planned out. Her dream to see all fifty states before she turns twenty-five finally comes true. With a two-year trip ahead of her, she says good-bye to her family and her best friend Jayce. Though fearing the trip could change their friendship forever, a pact is formed. They’re determined not to let distance impact on their relationship.Amidst triumph and heartache, new relationships and friendships, Marie soon discovers her journey is so much more than an adventure. Instead, she finally realizes where she truly belongs.


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“Holy mother shit son of a fucking asshole!” I screamed at Satan’s head as it appeared between my legs. No, I didn’t suffer from Tourette’s syndrome. I suffered from labor pains. Satan was how I referred to my gynecologist as she cheered me on with a smile while I tried to push a watermelon out of my vagina.
When my contractions began five hours ago, my mother drove me to the hospital. As we walked into the emergency room, I was able to take some of the pain away by easing myself into a wheelchair. With my feet placed strategically on the footrests, my mother quickly wheeled me to the registration desk.
“My daughter is in labor. Her contractions are about three minutes apart now. Can you please page her doctor? Dr. Grainger.” The girl at the desk immediately picked up her phone and then typed something into the computer to dial the doctor directly. When there was no answer, she paged her overhead.
A few moments later, they wheeled me into the room and up on the bed. Instantly I grabbed my mother’s hand and screamed out once more as the contraction hit.
“Where is he?” I asked in a panic.
“He’ll be here soon, Marie. I checked on his flight a few minutes ago, and it is still showing on time. He should be landing any minute now.”
“I need him here! He’s the reason I’m in pain right now. He should experience this!” How was it that men got to do the fun part of making a baby, but didn’t have to go through any of the pain and suffering?
My mother chuckled.


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Amy McClung was born in Nashville, TN. She is the second oldest of four girls and occasionally suffers from middle-child syndrome. She met the love of her life online in August of 2004, on his birthday of all days, and married him in September 2005.

Currently they have no human children, only the room full of colorful robots that transform into vehicles and the large headed Pop Funkoes, who represent their favorite characters. Collecting movies, shot glasses, Pop Funkoes, and dust bunnies are some of her favorite pastimes.

Amy began writing in September of 2011 and independently published her first YA novel, Cascades of Moonlight, Book one of the Parker Harris series the following May. Her first book was a means of therapy for her, enabling her to escape reality for a while during a difficult transition in her life.

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Book Blitz- Playing to Win by Ashlie Knapp

Title: Playing to Win
Author: Ashlie Knapp
Release Date: June 12, 2016
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Spunky, quick-witted twenty-one year old Callie Thompson is a University of Oklahoma journalism student by day and NBA Oklahoma City Thunder dancer by night. Callie hopes her connections with the franchise might get her foot in the door for a sports broadcasting job when she graduates. She just has one rule: never date the players. 
Kyle Kelly is the deadly handsome and charmingly Southern Thunder man of the hour. All the twenty-six year old is looking for is an NBA championship to call his own. An unexpected meeting with an opinionated, feisty Callie, however, who is very unimpressed with his celebrity status, sets his sights toward winning two things: her heart AND the championship.
With a laugh, Callie saluted her friend, grabbed her bag, hoisted it over her shoulder and walked out the door just as her phone began ringing. “Hey, daddy,” she said, walking down the long corridor that led to the underground parking lot where all the players and cheerleaders got to park.  
“Hey, Sunshine.” Her daddy said he called her Sunshine from the moment he saw her blonde head of hair when she was born because he knew she was going to be his ray of sunshine. “I watched the game on TV. Boys did pretty good.”
“Yeah, it was a pretty good game. Kelly stunk it up in the first half. It’s a good thing he has some good teammates to cover for him.”
“Now, don’t be so hard on the kid, Sunshine. Last time I checked, you had a bad game or two in your lifetime.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. You don’t need to remind me. There’s just something about him that rubs me the wrong way, that’s all.”
“There’s something about all professional athletes that rub you the wrong way, sister. That doesn’t mean they’re all like Matt.” Her daddy knew her too well.
“Ok, ok. Point taken. I gotta go, daddy. I’ve got a big test I have to get home and study for.”
“Alright, Sunshine. You coming over Friday night? I’m grilling my famous burgers.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.” Callie threw her phone into her purse and went scrounging for her keys, which apparently were not wanting to be found. “Come on, you stupid keys. Ugh. Where are you?!”
She rounded the corner of the parking garage, slamming her bag against the brick wall as she simultaneously slammed her body against what felt like a brick wall. Bouncing back from the force, her shoulder rammed into the wall, knocking her bag loose, the contents spilling out all over the floor.
Well, at least this made finding my keys easier, she thought with a sigh. 
Callie looked up to find the reason she found herself and the contents of her bag scattered across the parking garage floor. She had to look up. And up. And up. And wouldn’t you know her luck? It was the man of the proverbial hour.
The night of schmoozing the big wigs had Kyle even more tired than the four quarters he had played before it. All thoughts of Ramen noodles gone, he wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed with his cat, Garth, and sleep for two days.
He had just reached his cherry red BMW ¬¬¬Z4, reached in his pocket for his wallet and phone to put in the door and realized he had left both of them in his locker. With a sigh, he pressed the lock button on his fob and headed back down the walkway to the locker room. 
Muttering to himself about his dumb luck, Kyle turned the corner just in time to run right into a mop of white blond curls. The curls bounced off his chest, sending the girl and the contents of her purse? Bag? Small piece of luggage? Flying all over the parking garage floor.
“Damn it, jerkface! You can’t just-“ her voice trailed off as she looked up and saw the reason she was on the floor. 
Great, Kyle thought. Another one of my mindless, speechless, adoring fans. He hoped she wasn’t hiding in the bathroom like the last one.
“You,” Curls spit, her eyes turning into slits and her forehead crinkling in a frown. “You could at least friggin’ apologize for knocking me to the ground and spilling all my stuff.”
Well, there goes the speechless idea, he thought with an internal smile. This girl was feisty with a capital F. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Curly?” he asked her, dropping to the ground to help pick up her stuff.  Well, everything but the tampons. He wasn’t touching those things with a ten foot pole.
“I have a name. Kelly,” she spit back at him. “Not that you would know. Or care.”
“Now, Curly, that’s not nice. Here I am, helping pick up all your stuff. The least you could do was tell me your name,” he said, turning on the charm.
“You really don’t have any idea who I am, do you? Figures. Why would a big, famous guy like you have any idea who I am? It’s not like I stood by you for the last three friggin’ hours smiling a cheesy ass smile for all the idiots trying to grab my butt all night.”
Kyle stood up, handed her the items he had picked up and stared at the firecracker in front of him. Crazy blond curls pulled up in a haphazard bun on top of her head. Big, hazel eyes on a makeup-less face. A dotting of adorable freckles on her nose. A big baggy green Sea World t-shirt that looked about a hundred years old and a pair of Under Armour sweats. Why in the world would she think he knew her?
“You are insufferable!” she yelled, shoving him in the chest with both her hands. “It figures you wouldn’t recognize me with clothes on!”
It then dawned on him. Curly was the fancy little Thunder dancer that was locker room fodder every time Vanessa pulled out a new routine for the squad. The looky but no touchy dancer that hated all things NBA player. Kyle thought every guy on the team, married or not, at one time had a crush on the little vixen standing in front of him. He contributed it to the fact that she oozed unavailability. But he did have to admit, Curly filled out a Thunder cheer suit very nicely. However, if given a choice of this stripped down version or the dolled-up, decked-out dancer made up for the masses, he would have to say he much preferred this one.
“Well, now Curly, I didn’t recognize you without your pompoms,” he said with a grin.  ”And all the gunk on your face. I must say, I think I prefer this look to you all dolled up.”
“Said no man ever,” Curly said with a hint of a smile.
“You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say although I did like to see you half naked.”
“And that’s the chauvinistic spirit of all men in general I know and love.”
“Do you hate all men in general or is it just me? Do you bat for the other team?”
“What? No!” Curly’s face turned red as one of the cherry tomatoes he helped his Mema pick from her garden every summer. “I just know your type.”
“My type what?”
“Your…man type,” Curly moved her hands all around his torso in a sweeping gesture. ”Tall. Athletic. Handsome. Full of yourself.”
“You think I’m hot? And how do you know I’m full of myself? I may be the most humble person on the face of the planet. You don’t know me.”
“Handsome. I said handsome. And you, mister,” she said, poking him in the chest with her pointer finger, “Are most certainly not humble.”
“I think a game of horse says differently.”
“A game of horse. Have you been around the game of basketball much? Or do you just shake your booty and call it good? Don’t worry. It’s a fairly simple game. I’m sure I can teach you. My four-year-old nephew caught on pretty quickly.”
“I know how to play horse,” she said, stomping her foot.
“Well, that’s great. Then we play.”
“What happens if you win?”
“You have to go out on five dates with me so I can show you how humble I am.”
“I don’t date professional athletes.”
“Fine. We hang out,” Kyle continued with finger air quotes, “Five times. And I choose the places we hang out. No arguments.”
Curly paused, her fingers absentmindedly twirling an errant curl that had strayed from the wild bun on top of her head. Kyle had no idea what made him throw the idea out at her. Maybe it was the fact that she made him forget about how tired he was. Forget about how the only thing he wanted to do was go home to his nine-year-old cat. Or maybe it was the fact that his heart skipped a beat when she gave him that slight smile and blushed when she got caught calling him handsome. Whatever the reason, it was enough to have him crossing his fingers that she would say yes.
“Fine,” she said in a huff. “You’ve got a deal.”
“What happens when you win?”
“I guess you’ll just wait and see.”
“Oh, Curly. We won’t ever see. Because, even though I am a gentleman, I don’t even let my four-year-old nephew beat me at my favorite game.”
“And I see that humility you keep trying to get me to believe you have has gone flying out the window.”
Kyle threw his head back and laughed. It was turning out to be an interesting evening.
Ashlie Knapp is a small-town Oklahoma mom who loves hanging out with her coaching husband, bookworm daughter, comedic son, eleven year old Cocker Spaniel, cantankerous cat and fraidy-cat Guinea pig. If you can’t find her on her couch religiously reading any book on her Kindle Unlimited account or watching an entire season of Psych on Netflix, then you can probably find her shooting hoops with her son in the front yard or singing Taylor Swift or Dolly Parton songs into cooking spoons in the kitchen with her daughter.


Release Blitz- Souls Collide by Cynthia A. Rodriguez

Title: Souls Collide
Series: Crashing Souls #2
Author: Cynthia A. Rodriguez
Release Date: Oct 26, 2016
You remember me. You still hide from me, despite my fleeting weakness. Despite seeing my heart. Despite witnessing the miraculous moment I gave to a young man with the purest intentions.

The singular moment that changed everything. Lives hung by threads and I not only cut one, I mended it, changing everything without realizing the repercussions.

I could give them hope. I could even help them fall.

But I could not repair the trust they damaged.

You think you know their story.

But you do not know everything.Most people don’t get second chances, but Dexter Andrews can’t seem to get it right. Not when he’s connected with his soul mate and not years later when he finds out about the tragic secret she kept from him. Now it’s his turn to set her free and pray that she finds her way back to their love. Even when it hurts so badly he feels like he can’t breathe.

Noa Cruz knows she isn’t perfect. She knows she is selfish and a liar, but she’s different now and that means putting her responsibilities before the love she keeps quiet.

Two lovers, made for one another, defying their destiny.

Souls Collide is a companion novella to Crashing Souls, the story that introduced us to the sweet Dexter and his passionate yet troubled soul mate, Noa.
I got in the shower and tried not to think about it as I scrubbed my skin and washed the hair I’d have to pull back today. It was getting too long to wear down. The absence of the hot water when I turned the shower off had me reaching for my towel quickly.
I wiped the fog from the mirror, my eyes immediately drawn to the words in my skin. My mind was already Noa’s, but now she owned my body and she’d always own my soul.
Every time I saw the tattoo, it was like a portal straight to Memory Land where Noa was the ruler. The sweetest hell.
It was no wonder she could so easily forget. I’d been the fool to get a tattoo as a reminder of her ownership of me right where I could see it every day. She’d been the smarter of the two of us to get it somewhere she didn’t have to see it.
But did anyone else ever see it and ask her what it meant? And if they did, what did she say? What did she feel in that split moment when she allowed herself to remember that night when we ventured out into the world after hours of lovemaking and marked each other in a way the world couldn’t ignore?
Did I own her in that moment?
My chest constricted at the thought. Even if she was mine for only that moment, I’d take it. Moments strung together like Christmas lights were enough to make the world just a little brighter.
I didn’t wipe the mirror when my image began to cloud with steam again. The dark smudge of the words in my skin were still visible. I remembered those four words and what they meant to me.
She only seems free.
She no longer seemed free. She was free. Noa was free of me.
I dressed with care, as I usually did. Having a put-together appearance usually kept people off my back. If I looked like I had it all, no one would doubt it.
I was grabbing my favorite pair of dress shoes when my hand brushed against something. I closed my eyes momentarily before grabbing it and straightening.
My camera. The one Noa had gotten me for Christmas.
What Noa didn’t know was that this device, built with plastics and metals and glass had moments of ours trapped inside. I turned it on, ignoring the flicker indicating a low battery. A few button presses later and there she was. The smooth expanse of naked skin, her hair piled on top of her head, her fresh tattoo, the bubbles surrounding her. I caught her before I started cooking dinner. Pressing the button with the arrow pointed right, it was like watching her come to life in slow motion. Each inhale, exhale, and inhale…as if she were taking deep calming breaths. If I listened close enough, I could hear the sound of the water filling the tub.
The camera’s screen shut off, and just like in real life, I hadn’t experienced her nearly enough. A story without a conclusion, a movie cut off nowhere near the end credits.
I shoved the camera back where it was hidden. I wouldn’t charge it. I hadn’t touched it since the day Noa gave it to me. As I turned off the light in the closet, I shook my head.
I’d likely charge it as soon as I got home from work. Each memory was a hit of emotion. It reminded me that I was living and breathing.
Cynthia A. Rodriguez hates writing her own bio. In her spare time, you can find her watching movies, ranging anywhere from classic movies to action flicks (she has a weakness for Marvel adaptations), and reading steamy novels. She is stationed in North Carolina, where she lives with her husband and their Miniature Pinscher, Winnie (as in Pooh).


Release Blitz- Water Under the Bridge by Britney King

Title: Water Under the Bridge
Author: Britney King
Release Date: Oct 25, 2016
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My whole life I’ve wanted nothing more than to fit in.
Only, my whole life I’ve done anything but.
That’s probably because I’m anything but average. After all—female serial killers seem to be a minority in today’s society.
And that’s ok—because I’ve longed for a change for quite some time now.
Which brings me back around to fitting in.
You know what one has to do to fit in?
I do.
One has to blend.
Which is great news!
Because I realize my clock is ticking, so to speak, and now I want a family. Luckily, I’ve always been good at getting what I want.
So I figure what better place to blend than suburbia?
All that stuff I did before—it’s water under the bridge now. I just hope it’s not too late to change my ways. Here’s to hoping for suburbia’s sake, too.
I mean, what are the odds I could be the girl next door?
Apparently, they’re better than you might think.
Your whole life you’ve wanted to fit in.
Only your whole life you’ve done anything but.
That’s probably because you’re anything but average— you’re a killer— but, then so am I.
You say you’ve longed for a change for quite some time now.
This is good because, well, me too.
Your clock is ticking, you want a family, but you waste so much time.
I know because I’m watching, waiting, blending.
What you don’t realize is if you want me, and I think you do, then you’ll have to change your ways because sometimes hunters become hunted.
But what are the odds of that happening in suburbia?
Apparently, they’re better than you might think.
You told me by candlelight last night that your real name is not Ryan as it said on the dating site, as you said at dinner. It’s Jude. I wasn’t surprised. We all become someone different online. As you ran the tips of your fingers across my cheek, you promised you were sorry for lying, and then you showed me when you touched my scars with your lips. You asked for the truth about them, but I didn’t give it to you. You don’t get to be the only one who lies. Which is why I haven’t told you exactly who or what I am.
It isn’t time for whole truths about anything.
Speaking of names, it took a lot to pry Amy’s last name from your lips, and you see… you do still keep her close to your heart. You’re protecting her. This is how I know. It’s dangerous, Jude. She is dangerous, and you need closure, you really do. It’s too much to go around carrying the weight of her, believe me, I know. Morris was the answer you gave when you finally relented—but you lied. Your jaw did this twitchy thing, and that’s how I knew. We all have our tells, and apparently, that’s yours.
“No doubt, she’s married now,” you add, to cover your tracks, to conceal your lies, and you are still in denial, still protecting her, and it’s okay because, luckily, I know how to hunt people.
Later, I withdrew in your lies, and you sensed me pull away.
I started slowly at first, retreating into myself and then I left and didn’t speak to you for four days. You let me have my space, at first. I’ll give you that. But the thing you need to know about women is that it isn’t space we want, not really. We want a fight. We want a man willing to burn for us—someone willing to put it all on the line. We want to go to war.
I know you have it in you, I do. This is why I don’t return your calls. This is why I play hard to get when the truth is I miss you. I miss the way your arms feel around me, the way your eyes bore holes into my soul—all the ways you seem to know me even though you don’t. So on the fourth day, when you show up at my door, this is why I practically leap into your arms. You aren’t confused like most men would be. Not you. You come bearing gifts that aren’t flowers. You come bearing breakfast and plane tickets, and you are a warrior, Jude, you are.
Water Under The Bridge is a book like none that I have read. The blurb is what first caught my attention, I love Dark genre books, so this one looked right up my alley! The writing style took me by surprise. I did find myself none the less turning the pages all the way to the end! It took time to get use to the Monologue POV style writing, I wasn’t too sure I was going to be able to finish it, but honestly I couldn’t not see where this book was going to take me. It was dark, gritty, and suspenseful! It keeps you guessing, and was a fast read. If you like Britney King I would pick this one up. Its different, and will surprise you.


Britney King writes modern love stories for mature audiences. She also enjoys suspense and often finds her sweet spot penning a good mixture of the two.
Britney is the author of seven novels and is currently at work on number eight.
She lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, children, two dogs, one ridiculous cat and a partridge in a pear tree.