Saturday, 31 January 2015

Tagged for Life by Sam Destiny COVER REVEAL!

Title: Tagged For Life
Author: Sam Destiny          
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 Expected Release Date: Mar. 31, 2015
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Blurb: A career. A perfect future. Everything he could wish for. That’s what Corporal Jesse ‘Jazz’ Connor thinks about his life. He can’t understand why his comrades feel the need to find a girl and settle down when the Army career latter has so many steps to climb. Up, up, up; that’s where he’s looking – and that’s the reason, too, why he stumbles over the only thing that maybe can change his view on life forever: Tessa.
No job. No plan. An open future. That’s how Tessa Connor likes to see her life as she starts a trip to see some friends half way across the world. And Jazz will be her first step to the new Tessa. Build up your confidence; show the world what you can do, that’s her new motto. The problem is that Jazz maybe turns out to be so much more than she could ever have hoped for – and still not be able to hold onto.
Together they need to find a way to make A and B come together with an ocean between them that threatens to drown everything – maybe even their love.
Once upon a time there was a young girl with her head full of dreams and her heart full of stories. Her parents, though not a unit, always supported her and told her more stories, encouraging her to become what she wanted to be. The problem was, young Sam didn't know what she wanted to be, so after getting her A-levels she started studying Computer Science and Media. After not even one year she realized it wasn't what her heart wanted, and so she stopped, staying home and trying to find her purpose in life. Through some detours she landed an internship and eventually an apprenticeship in a company that sells cell phones. Not a dreamy career, but hey. Today she's doing an accounting job from nine-to-five, which mainly consists of daydreaming and scribbling notes wherever she can. 
All through that time little Sam never once lost the stories in her heart, writing a few little of them here and there, writing for and with her best friend, who always told her to take that last step. Only when a certain twin-couple entered her mind, bothering her with ideas and talking to her nonstop did she start to write down their story - getting as far as thinking she could finish it. Through the help of some author friends, and the encouragement of earlier mentioned best friend, little Sam, now not so little anymore and in her twenty-seventh year,  decided to try her luck as an Indie author. She finished the story of the first twin, Jaden, and realized she couldn't ever stop. So, it is only after five that the real Sam comes out. The one that hungers for love, romance, some blood, a good story, and, at the end of the day, a nice hot cup of Chai Tea Latte.
And if the boys are still talking to her, she'll write happily ever after.

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Friday, 30 January 2015

Undeniable Love by Kelly Elliott PROLOGUE REVEAL!

Tristan Williams thought the path of his life was on the right journey. He had a successful career, good looks, and a carefree lifestyle. One conversation changed Tristan’s way of thinking forever as his father presented him with a bottle, representing his journey and forcing unwanted thoughts of a lasting relationship to the surface. Running from the fear of commitment, he pushed away the only woman he ever had feelings for and turned to the one girl he knew he didn’t love.

Ryn Webster was finally putting her past behind her. Moving to Texas and concentrating on the success of her own company, she had her life almost where she wanted it. One thing was missing though…love. She thought she had found love with Tristan until he casted her aside.

After being hurt by Tristan, Ryn does whatever she can to push him from her heart, even if it means being with a man she doesn’t love.

Regardless of the path one thinks they are on, the journey of life can cause unexpected turns, altering the planned course. Will Tristan and Ryn’s bottle be tossed about, lost in the rocky waves of life? Or will calm seas prevail to help Tristan and Ryn finally find their journey of love…together?


I had been sitting on the beach for the last hour just staring out at the black ocean. I tipped the beer bottle back and drank the last of my beer.
“Well hell. Looks like I have to go back,” I said as I got up and brushed the sand off my pants. I turned and looked back at the house. My brother Lark and his new wife, Azurdee had left two hours ago for their honeymoon and I couldn’t take watching Ryn another second.
I sucked in a deep breath of salty air and slowly let it out. My phone went off and I pulled it out of my pocket. I let out a deep breath when I saw it was Liberty.

Liberty: Just letting you know I’m thinking about you. If you want me to join you I’ll come down. Just text me back and I’ll be there.

Me: I think I just need some time to think, Liberty. We need this time apart.

Liberty: I didn’t mean to push you. I’m always pushing you, I know. I just really wanted to see your parents and would have loved to have seen the wedding but I understand you have your reasons for going alone. Things haven’t been so great with us lately. I’ll work on that. Promise.

Me: We’ll talk when I get back to Austin.

Liberty: Okay. I love you, Tristan.

I let out a sigh and shook my head. I’ve never told Liberty I loved her. I wasn’t sure anymore how I felt about her. We had been on and again and off again so many times I was beginning to lose count. Currently, we were off. All she had been doing is pushing an engagement ever since she found out Lark and Azurdee were getting married. When I thought of my future I didn’t see Liberty. I only saw ... Ryn. And that scared the piss out of me.
I turned my phone to silent and shoved it in my pocket. I started heading back to the house and began putting on my game face. The one I’d been wearing for the last ten months. The one where everyone thought I was happy, but deep down inside I was the unhappiest I’d ever been in my life.
I walked up the stairs to the deck and the first person I saw was Ryn. She was leaning against the railing with her head back and her eyes closed. There was no one else out here.
She looked tired. I smiled when I thought about what I had overheard earlier when Mom and Azurdee’s best friend, Jessie, were talking. Ryn had taken a two-week vacation and was renting a house on the beach just two houses down from here. I already began planning ways to ‘run in to her’ while we were both here.
She hadn’t talked to me in over ten months. No matter how many times I called and left her messages begging her to call me, she never would.
Her cell phone rang and she quickly answered it. I walked around to the other side of the deck and sat down to where she couldn’t see me.
“Hey, Dodge. Are you on your way? Yes. I thought I could, but I can’t. I need you.”
Dodge? Who the fuck is Dodge?
She laughed at something he said and then she let out a sigh. “Well, considering I still need my RFB, I’d say yes ... it’s been a sucky last three days.”
I peeked around the corner and saw her smiling. She reached her hand up and began playing with her nipple.
What the fuck?
“That sounds like heaven. Yes. I’m going to need it a lot. I don’t know, you’d think after all this time you’d have been able to fuck him out of my head and heart. Maybe you’re not as good as you think you are?”
My mouth dropped open and I quickly turned back and stared out in the night sky.
She laughed again and said, “I’m still at the wedding. Yes. It was hard to see him. I don’t know. Maybe, I’ve thought about that. Yes. I realize I only use you for sex to forget about Tristan, but maybe I’m falling for you and just want your company. You ever think of that?”
My heart started beating faster and I wanted to pound this asshole’s head in.
She let out a sigh and said, “Okay. I’ll see you then. Oh trust me. I’ll be waiting and I will most certainly be ready for you. Yes naked. Hey, Dodge? Hurry please. I need to be fucked in a bad way. Bye.”
She let out a sigh and then I swore I heard her crying. I slowly stood. She was looking out toward the ocean. Her shoulders were moving up and down and when I saw her wipe away her tears, my knees about buckled out from underneath me.
I started making my way toward her. I didn’t want to walk up on her crying, so I cleared my throat and asked, “May I join you?”
She quickly wiped her tears away and looked the other way. “It’s your house,” she whispered. “How have you been, Ryn?” She turned and looked at me. If looks could kill, I’d be on the floor right now. “You’ve ignored me for three days and now you ask how I’ve been?”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I wasn’t sure you wanted to talk to me.” She let out a small laugh.
“Usually people attempt to talk to a person before they make that assumption.”
“Well, considering I’ve been calling you for months, and you ignore my calls—” She took a step back and shook her head.
A look of hurt moved across Ryn’s face as she slowly said, “You’re seeing ... another ... girl.”
“It’s not like that. We are kind of off and on. I mean ... I’m not seeing her right now.” She rolled her eyes before looking into mine.
“Do you have any idea how much you hurt me?”
My heart felt like it was physically hurting as I swallowed and said, “I just thought ... I wasn’t planning on—” I looked away and then back into her eyes. “I thought you just wanted to have fun, Ryn. Then you started acting different and I started having these feelings and ... I was confused.”
Anger replaced the hurt in her eyes. “The only thing that confused you is why you brought the wrong girl to meet mom and dad.”
She turned and began walking into the house. I wanted to call out for her but I couldn’t. My heart felt like it was squeezing in my chest as I stood there and listened to her retreating footsteps.

I turned and stared out at the dark ocean again. That’s what my heart felt like.A dark deep sea of ... darkness.

About the Author

Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason...he claims it's because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas hill country and write.

One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with Gus....her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.

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Into The Fire by T.a. McKay RELEASE DAY BLITZ!

Into The Fire (Into The series #3) by T.a. McKay

Release date: January 30th 2015

Cover designer: K23 Photography and Design


Noah Cole has it all.

The high profile job, money and a beautiful fiancé.
There’s only one problem. He doesn’t want any of it. When he imagined life he didn’t see this, he saw happiness in the arms of the only girl who ever held his heart. She wasn’t the one who got away, she was the one he chased away.

His best friend. His soul mate.

Madison Leigh remembers the day she met Noah. He walked into her life full of charm and sexiness, and he crushed her without even trying. Walking away was one of the hardest things that she's ever had to do, especially since all she wants now is him.

Now years later they are friends, sticking by each other through thick and thin. But when one of their worlds come crashing down, changing everything they thought they knew, will there still be a place for them in each others life? Or will it become too hard to hold on to each other?

Will life get better for them, or will it be like leaping from the frying pan...

Into The Fire.

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Into The Deep (Into The Series #1)

Into The Dark (Into The series #2)

Excerpt one:

I walk past my dark bedroom and I realise my mistake when I’m grabbed from behind by a strong pair of arms. I can't believe he was hiding, and I can't believe I fell for it. A scream leaves my throat as Noah’s arms tighten around my waist and he lifts me off the floor.
“Got you now, little girl. Whatcha gonna do about it?” The words are spoken close to my ear, his breath fanning over my face. I'm torn between being scared of what's about to happen and being more turned on that ever before, but my decision is made when I feel him moving towards ... the bathroom I think? I try to pry his hands off me but I know it’s going to be useless.
“Noah, what are you doing? This is silly. Let’s just call a truce and go tidy up the hall? You don't want anything to be stolen. This is a bad neighbourhood.” I feel his body vibrate and his laughter reaches my ear before he speaks.
“Nice try, Angel. That’s all tidied up, your door is locked … it’s just you and me.” How the hell had he cleaned up so quickly? I must have been trying to calm down longer than I thought.
He turns our bodies around and I see we’re in the bathroom, and he’s moving me towards the bathtub. No, no, no. He wouldn't? I struggle harder but he’s just too strong to fight against.
“Noah, don't you dare. I swear if you do this I will make you suffer. It won't be worth it. Noah, no!” He doesn't stop moving, my pleas falling on deaf ears as he moves me under the showerhead and reaches his hand out for the cold tap.
“Noah, please. I'm sorry okay? I promise never to laugh at you, no matter what epically stupid thing you do.”
“Wrong answer.” He turns the tap and within seconds freezing cold is spraying over me, drenching through my clothes and making my breath catch in my chest.

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The tears finally fall from her eyes and she bites her lip, trying not to cry. My heart is close to breaking in two. This is worse than the first time I lost her, but at least then I had youth as an excuse. This time it’s just because I'm an arsehole. She nods her head and takes a step away from me, giving me space that I don’t want. I feel that step is creating a huge rift between us, the few feet feeling like miles.
“Ok, I understand. Will you call when you get home safe?” She is trying not to make eye contact with me, and I hate to see her like this. She is usually so confident, but now she is so unsure of herself.
“I will try and call, but if I can't I’ll text.” I know I won’t call. I won’t be able to hear her voice without wanting to be back here with her, wanting to give up everything just to be with her. I turn towards my car and open the door, and as I'm about to get in I hear her voice. It’s soft but I hear her as clear as day.
“Stay. Please don't leave me, Noah. I want you to stay.” I close my eyes and drop my head. I can't do this, I need to leave. I don't turn to look at her, I know if I do then I won’t be able to resist staying with her. If I honestly thought she wanted me the same way I want her, that she loved me, then I would stay.

About the author:

I'm a contemporary romance author , and I am just about to complete my first series of books called The Into The Series.
I live in Scotland with my husband and three amazing children. I live in a very small village in the country so writing makes it easier to have friends, even if they are in my head.
I have always been a huge reader but it wasn't until 2013 that I was...lets say write my first book. I published on my birthday in 2014 and have been on a crazy roller coaster ever since.
My favourite things to read about are tattooed alphas...and if they have a dirty mouth its all the better!
I have met so many awesome people on this journey and I never imaged talking to some of my favourite authors, never mind calling some of them my friend.
If you ever go to a signing and there is a Scottish redhead fangirling in the corner....well thats probably me!

Twitter: @tamckayauthor

Loyalty & Lies by L.A. Cotton RELEASE DAY BLITZ!

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Book Title: Loyalty and Lies (Chastity Falls #1)
Author: LA Cotton
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 2015

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Eighteen-year-old Savanah Parry just moved three thousand miles across state to escape. The memories…the whispers…the pain.
Chastity Falls Academy is supposed to be her fresh start; her salvation. And when Ana meets mysterious Jackson, she begins to think it is. She hasn’t smiled in almost sixteen months; not since the night her life changed forever, and despite her guilt…her loyalty, Ana can’t deny that Jackson is breathing life back into her. With Jackson by her side, Ana wants to believe she can heal and move on. But she isn’t the only one living a lie, and the small private Academy has secrets of its own. All is not what it seems, and Ana is about to find herself in a tangled web of lies; fighting for survival, again.
Loyalties will be tested, lies will be told. Welcome to Chastity Falls.

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Gardner's class was nothing compared to the torture of sitting so close to Jackson in Shakespeare. After his warning to stay away from him, I thought he might pick an alternative seat, but that didn't happen. Instead, he brushed straight passed me, dropped into his usual chair and acted as if nothing had happened. I had to fight back the urge to ask him why he had told me to stay away from me. I mean, it wasn't like we hung out. There had been coffee at the shifty sea front hut…once, and then the embarrassing sprained-ankle-in-the-storm incident. “Today, class, I want us to look at the character Iago…” Professor Shacks’ voice echoed around the small room. “Iago is the voice whispering in Othello’s ear, playing to Othello’s own paranoia and insecurities around his relationship with Desdemona. Of course, Othello trusts Iago implicitly, why wouldn’t he trust his long serving friend and lieutenant? A fact that Iago uses to his own advantage…” Jackson shuffled next to me, and then quickly dropped a white note onto my desk. What now? I sighed, feeling frustrated at his mixed signals. How’s the ankle? Okay thanks I balled up the note and tossed it onto his desk, watching him through the corner of my eye. A slight smirk played on his lips, and it was obvious he was aware I was pissed at him. He started scribbling a reply, which landed in front of me seconds later. I’ve heard coffee (or a banana shake) can work wonders for a sprained ankle… healing properties or something. I scowled at his slightly scruffy handwriting wondering what game he was trying to play with me. Thanks. I’ll make sure I have a banana shake before bed Feeling pleased with myself, I held out the note for him and he plucked it out of my hand, silently laughing when his eyes scanned the words. How about a shake before bed… with me? My eyes blinked. And blinked again, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over my face. Was he flirting with me? I felt thirteen all over again. Mikey Crand used to send me love notes in Biology and me and my friend Lacey would giggle over them. Feeling brave, I handed him my reply. Are you inviting me for a shake? Or to bed? Jackson’s eyes widened and he shuffled slightly in his seat. Take that mister confusing, I thought, pleased with myself. Are you saying yes? I inwardly groaned. Jackson: one, Ana: zero. I couldn’t keep this up without drifting into territory that terrified me. Jackson was the first guy—the only guy—that made me smile… made my stomach flutter… made me feel anything since Danny. It wasn’t the plan, not what I ran to CFA to find, but somehow I had found it. Found something—someone—that made me feel again. Was that enough to try and get to the bottom of whatever was going on with Jackson? Of why he had warned me to stay away? To the shake… maybe Meet me round back five minutes after class I was heading for a one-way trip into purgatory, because as I discreetly watched Jackson out the corner of my eye I knew. Knew there would be no way I could walk away. Right or wrong, sensible or stupid, he had awoken a part of me that I thought I would never find again…and I couldn’t just give that up. Not for all the warnings in the world.
Ninety-minutes later, I was sitting in Black’s suffering some kind of post-Jackson whiplash. “I’m surprised you asked me for coffee again.” I slurped up the thick banana shake. Jackson watched me, his eyes were more the color of the bluey-green ocean today, than their usual shade. “Actually, I invited you for a shake.” He quipped back. I tried broaching the subject during the ride to Black’s, but he just shrugged me off, talking about the weather. The freaking weather. I was done with his evasion techniques. “After you warned me to stay away from you the other night?” He placed his mug back on its plate and sighed. I watched, captivated, as he ran his hand through his messy dark hair, the longer strands falling back into place, a five ‘o’clock shadow cloaking his jaw. “About that… I may have been a little hasty.” “Hasty?” “See the thing is…” His eyes held mine, smoldering at me, pleading with me. “I’m not sure I can stay away from you.” My lips moved to say something but nothing came out. Jackson watched me intently and I gulped. It felt like he was willing me to agree, to accept that there was a reason we should stay away from each other, but to ignore it. And I got the feeling it was a no questions asked kind of arrangement. “It’d be better for you… for us, if you stay away from me, Ana. But I don’t want you to. I’m too selfish to walk away.” “But-” Jackson cut me off. “No questions. That’s the deal. We spend time together, get to know each other, but you can’t ask any of the questions I know you have swimming round in that pretty little head of yours.” “Okay, but-” His hand found mine across the booth, and his fingers grazed my knuckles. “No questions. That’s just the way it has to be for now.” I nodded. Unsure what I was agreeing to. “You won’t regret it Ana Parry, I promise.”



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Author of NA Contemporary Romance, L. A. Cotton loves writing about those first looks, first kisses, and happily ever afters. A wearer-of-many-hats, L.A juggles being a full-time mum to two little people with two part-time jobs and college. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find her immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life. LA has two books currently self-published: Fate's Love and Love's Spark. Loyalty and Lies, is book one in her NA college series: Chastity Falls. You can connect with her at:

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Thursday, 29 January 2015

The Traveling Man by Jane Harvey-Berrick BLOG TOUR!!


Title: The Traveling Man (Traveling, #1)
Author: Jane Harvey – Berrick
Release Date: January 27, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance




81qgUqK9ilL._SL1260_I was ordinary. Nice. He was extraordinary. And he wasn’t always nice. Moody and difficult, brilliant and beautiful, Kes scared me and he protected me. He could be incredibly hurtful and incredibly thoughtful. He wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me. He challenged me, he took me out of my safe little box and showed me the world could be magnificent. He was everything I wasn’t. Aimee Anderson is ten when the traveling carnival first comes to her nice little town. She doesn’t expect her world to change so completely. But meeting Kestrel Donohue puts her life on a different path. Even though she only sees him for the two weeks of the year when he passes through her home town, his friendship is the most important of her life. As a child’s friendship grows to adult love, the choices become harder, and both Kes and Aimee realize that two weeks a year will never be enough.  

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At first I really didn't know what to expect from this book, it's just so different from anything I've ever read. About 2 chapters in and I was well and truly hooked, Jane has recreated the magic of the carnival flawlessly, I felt that same rush reading it that I felt when I was a child hyped up on sugar charging around from ride to ride.

Kes and Aimee's story is a real captivating and in places utterly heartbreaking tale. At times I really did want Kes' POV because his mind works so differently, I think seeing the world through his eyes would have been a real treat. I'm not a mushy person but I was floored by the way the emotions were projected, if they felt it, then you did too. I really cannot express how much I loved experiencing the magic that flowed through the pages of The Traveling Man, it drew me in so much I couldn't put it down, I was mesmerized by it. I really liked that Jane not only wrote about the carnival in full swing but also in take down and set up, it helped me appreciate all the hard work that would have gone into creating that magical atmosphere and gave me an appreciation for the carnie way of life that probably wouldn't have been there otherwise. I'm so incredibly glad that I've never read a circus/carnival based book before because it means I was able to go into The Traveling Man with no expectations and just enjoy it for what it is, a beautiful story with an amazingly magical setting. There is one hell of a cliffhanger though that left me speechless for a good 5 minutes (which if you know me then you will know is damn near impossible!)
If you want one hell of a love story that will suck you in and make you believe in magic again then I suggest you pick this up today. I am waiting with baited breath for the sequel!


Kes returned a minute later with Brian’s BMX. According to Jen, it had been her ex-husband’s early mid-life crisis gift to himself, but one that he hardly ever used. 
Kes adjusted the seat to accommodate his longer legs, then left it resting against a tree. Then he levered off his boots and socks, and whipped off his t-shirt.
Every set of female eyes was focused on him, and I wasn’t the only one who had to reel in my tongue.
The whip-tight body he’d had as a teenager had morphed into something amazing. You could count every muscle of his abdomen, which I did twice, because I lost count the first time. The V-shaped ridge that disappeared into his low slung jeans was advertised by a line of dark hair pointing down from his navel. Then he stretched his arms above his head, making his muscles dance and ripple. When he rotated his hips, I wasn’t the only one having a hot flash.
Obviously these were his warm-up exercises, but honestly it was the closest thing I’d ever come to watching porn.
Jennifer seemed to agree.
“Holy shit!” she whispered. “To think that you’ve slept with that!”
“Believe me,” I hissed out of the corner of my mouth, “he was hot as a teenager, but now…”
I was lost for words, but I think Jen understood because she nodded, following his every movement from behind her sunglasses.
“He moves like a dancer,” she sighed. “It’s a waste having him covered up in leathers all the time when he’s riding his motorcycle.”
I had to agree.
Kes wandered over smiling. He looked happy and relaxed; very different from the tense, angry man I’d met again less than a week ago.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said. “Those kids look like a tough audience.”
I laughed. “Tell me about it. Sometimes third grade is more like crowd control than teaching.”
“I’ll need my assistant for this show,” he reminded me with a wink.
He held out his hand, and I could have sworn that I heard my sister sigh.
Kes strode to the center of her backyard and yelled out, “Who wants to see some magic!”
“Me!” all the kids screamed loudly.
One by one, he invited the kids to come and have coins and toys and carrot sticks appear out of their ears, out of their pockets, even out of their noses, which was really gross but funny to watch their shocked little faces. Then he did the same with the moms: conjuring up cell phones and wristwatches, and in one case a wedding ring. He winked as he passed it back to the astonished woman.
I had no idea that Kes had those skills, such magic in his hands. I wondered what else I didn’t know about him.
He started off juggling with a soccer ball and a football, telling jokes the whole time. I watched for his nod, then tossed him the watering can. Soon he was juggling four mismatched items, and then five, then six. The children’s mouths were open and their eyes bright with amazement. They all laughed when Kes tossed the watering can to me and I dropped it. Yes, let’s all laugh at the clumsy person. 
After that, I was officially resigned as Kes’s assistant and the kids all took turns at throwing odd for things to him to juggle. He never missed once, even when their throws were nearer his knees than his chest.
By now, Kes was really sweating in the formidable summer sun. But instead of looking disgusting like anyone else would, it made his smooth skin gleam, and I couldn’t help following the drops of perspiration as they tracked down his broad chest, disappearing into that loose waistband.
Finally, he grabbed hold of Jen’s bicycle and started showing the kids wheelies and various balancing tricks. Of course, it was slower and less sensational than his stunt riding, but I think it connected with the kids better because they all rode bikes themselves. What they couldn’t do was somersault off them like Kes, or do handstands on the seat and over the handlebars. It was like watching an Olympic gymnast perform in your backyard. I had no idea he was so flexible—and my mind went straight to the gutter.
He finished with a flourish, cartwheeling off the bike, which brought a round of applause from the adults and whoops and cheers from the kids. 
I hoped that none of them tried to copy him at home, or there would be an epidemic of broken bones in the neighborhood.
Then he flopped down on the grass and let the kids jump all over him. I bet some of the moms would have liked to jump all over him, as well.
“Oh my God!” gasped one mom, her hands fanning her face. “Does he do kids’ parties?” 
“Forget that!” said her friend. “I want him for my party!”
I watched him playing with the kids, listening to each of them, making everyone feel special. I realized with a pang, but no sense of shock, that I was in danger of falling for him again—and there was no safety net for love.

About the Author

I lived in London for over 10 years and have a love affair with New York. It's only since I have moved to the countryside, that the words have really begun to flow. I live in a small village by the ocean and walk my little dog, Pip, every day. It’s on those beachside walks that I have all my best ideas. Writing has become a way of life – and one that I love to share.  

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