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Title: A Broken Forever
Author: Megan Noell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2014
Grey and Stefan knew from the moment they met that they were destined for one another. Despite the none-too-quiet protests from his family they married straight out of high school. Their love was strong and only grew when a year later they welcomed their baby girl into the world.
Life was perfect…until one night changed everything.
A horrendous accident destroyed them; stripping them of everything they knew, taking away their happiness and their daughter. While mourning the loss of their little girl they were also suffering the loss of each other. Stefan blamed himself for their daughter’s death, drowning away the guilt in liquor.
Grey had never been so alone. Stefan had died inside the day their child did. Doing the only thing she could to save herself, she ended their marriage.
Seven Years Later
Stefan Harrison is the most eligible bachelor with a wallet and company that continues to grow. Every night he has a different woman on his arm with the next not far behind. Grey Desmond is the lead stylist and co-owner of a reputable salon with the perfect fiancé and a beautiful wedding in her future.
But one chance meeting between Grey and Stefan is all that is needed to reawaken the feelings from the past.
She tries to avoid him but he won’t let her. Losing Grey was Stefan’s biggest mistake and he won’t stop until he wins her back. But Grey doesn’t know if she could ever trust him again. Leaving her heart to decide between the perfect future…or the past she never let go
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Deciding that my overactive hormones were under control, I turned back toward the rest of the room but gasped as soon as I did. Stefan stood directly behind me, eyes looked up from hooded lids. The slight tension from before was almost out of control as he closed the distance between us. With each foot in my direction, I responded with a step backwards, until finally the wall stopped me. His tongue slid out over his lips making them glisten in an exceptionally tantalizing way.
Not that I noticed of course, but someone might.
“Is something wrong, Greyson Rose?” My name rolled off his tongue as he annunciated every syllable.
“No, wh…” Deep Breath. “Why do you ask?”
He took one more step closer. “You suddenly got very…” His face leaned down toward my chest, as he listened to the rapid beat against my ribs. “Jumpy.”
The scent that covered every square inch of him took my senses hostage. Shivers raced up and down my spine and I tried to clear the intoxicating haze from my awareness.
“I’m not.” I choked out.
A mischievous grin touched his eyes and as much as I wanted to hate him for getting some sick pleasure out of what he was doing—I couldn’t. The urge to shove him back and pull him closer raged a war deep in my psyche. Stefan slowly lifted his arms and pinned the wall on either side of my shoulders. His feet stayed firmly planted but he lowered his upper body within an inch of mine.
“So, last night you got me to promise I would shut down my work, at a time much earlier than I anticipated leaving. Do you remember?”
“Yes,” I stuttered out.
Stefan nodded, keeping his intense gaze trained on me. “Now I have something I want you to do for me.”
My heart leapt into my throat and a sudden rush of heat swirled low in my belly. The heaves of my chest brushed faintly against his and each touch made my breath catch.
“Wh…what’s that?” The shake of my voice became unbearable as I struggled to remain vigilant.
“I just want you to answer one simple question for me.” His right hand left the wall, he held up one finger an inch from my nose.
“You need to answer me with complete and absolute honesty. I’ll know when you’re lying to me, Greyson Rose. Will you promise to answer truthfully?”
At this point I couldn’t filter my answers even if it was the difference between life and death. My tongue licked out onto my incredibly dry lips. For the first time Stefan’s eyes left mine as they focused onto my mouth. I forced down a rising groan.
I am Megan Noelle! I have been writing for many years and currently have two books out that are part of a series. My For You series were the first novels I published but I had to stop everything to write Stefan and Grey’s story in, A Broken Forever. I have been writing since I was old enough to hold a pen and finally pursued my dream of becoming a novelist. Writing is my passion and I am all for following one’s passions! One of my other passions is being a mom of my adorable daughter Peyton. When I’m not writing I’m a stay at home mom and a full time student. I’m getting close to finishing my 2-year degree and I am more than ready for a break. There are many things I want to do in life, but if I can write, be with my daughter and my family—I will be happy!
5 *NEW* Random Things You Don’t Know About Me!
1. I have recently retired my love for Diet Coke and focused solely on Diet Pepsi. And yes, I know all about aspartame, and all that bad stuff. But, it’s delicious.
2. I would someday love to write a book that Tim Burton wants to make into a movie!
3. I have an unfailing love for many movies I watched growing up (not just Disney) and it is very difficult for me to like anything new. Some of my favorites set the bar too high apparently! (When Harry Met Sally, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Father of the Bride Part I & II, & many more!)
4. I have a horrible wonderful addiction to book covers!
5. I have more story ideas in my head than I will ever be able to write.
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You know how it ends, now see how it all began…
“It doesn’t matter how many women have touched this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul.”
Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he’s come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She’s the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn’t mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again.
For five years he’s regretted that decision, but the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan’s world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course not, I just met you.”
“Then how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?”
She raises an eyebrow at me, and before I give her a chance to respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers hers, heat rapidly spreads through my body. She’s momentarily stunned. Her body is rigid against me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart liquid slide into her mouth.
I can’t believe I just did that.
I can’t believe she just let me.
After she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the taste of the sweet shot, causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist.
“Do you always break the rules?” she asks.
“No, not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.”
“Was that crazy?”
“Let’s do it again and find out.”
I lick my lower lip, tasting the sweet remnants of her lip gloss before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before lean down and press my mouth back to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, they way she smells. There’s something about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere.
I catch the cool beats to a song I recognize pumping though the air. “Do you want to dance?” I ask her.
“You can dance?”
“There’s only one thing I can do better.” I smirk.
Alana cocks her eye brow suggestively.
“Draw.” I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty girl.” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing Mac will look after our drinks.
Once we find a comfortable spot, I start to move to the smooth rhythm, leaving a little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing myself on her. Drake sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in sync to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then finally coming together in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart, thoughts, and pulse to race. Fuck, I’m drowning in want for this girl. I slide my hands up under her shirt and caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard.
She lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with lust and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving to the slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of her bare thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking her, grinding against her.
“Are you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants in my ear.
Marissa Carmel has loved writing ever since a young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political Science, but took as many creative writing classes in college as she could. She spent most of her twenties bartending, which is where she met her husband and a multitude of interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging out with her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the living room floor.
Mary Elizabeth Matthews is a reclusive novelist with a great appreciation for actor Cody McAllister, so much so that he inspires a character in her newest novel. Unbeknownst to her, Cody’s friend and co-star Jennifer Johnstone is a huge fan of her books and gives the newest one to Cody. She insists he find a way to make it into a movie, saying he’d be perfect for the lead. Cody is instantly lost in the world of this novel , absorbing it in one sitting. He makes it his mission to find the mysterious author and convince her to let him produce a film version, having no idea that the character he is so determined to play was written only for him…or how his mission would change his life…forever.
Adult, Romance, 18+ Includes some non-graphic sexual situations.
Too much. Too much, he said. My hopes and heart fell into the pit of my stomach as my eyes dropped to my clasped hands. I felt a fat tear hit the back of my hand as the disappointment washed over me.
Without taking the chance of looking at Cody and seeing his displeasure I turned and literally ran downstairs. I dashed out to the barn, finding Chris there putting the horses away for the day.
“Cuz, what’s wrong?” He asked worriedly.
“Give me Pony boy!” I ordered, swinging onto the horse and flying out of the barn.
I pushed Pony hard, harder than I should have as I rode for the pond. I didn’t know what to do, what to think, other than the fact that I apparently had screwed up the best thing I’d ever had happen in my life. With a heavy heart and tears streaming down my cheeks I slid out of the saddle and crumbled against the trunk of a tree. I buried my head in my arms and cried.
Lorraine Britt is a fourth generation Native Texan who is also immensely proud of her Louisiana heritage and solid Southern roots. As an enthusiastic lover of the written word, inspiration struck Lorraine and she began to bubble over with her own ideas. Grasping hold of her lifelong dreams, it wasn’t long before she was putting pen to paper and letting her fingers fly over a keyboard to bring her own characters to life. When she isn’t busy scribbling notes for her next idea you might find her whipping up delicious creations in the kitchen or putting miles on her car on road trip adventures. Lorraine is equally passionate about music, movies and sports. You’ll no doubt find these familiar themes woven throughout her books. Lorraine and her family currently make their home in northeast Texas.
Stinger by Mia Sheridan
“Lose control,baby. Just for one weekend. Let me take charge. I’ll take good care of you. I promise“
Teaser Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by Ana Carter, and Cassandra Livingston, at So Many Books So Little Time. Anyone can do it. All you have to do is: (1): Grab your current read. (2): Open it to a random page. (3): Share 1 or 2 “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS!! (4): Make sure you also mention the author and title.
After a nearly 30 year marriage to a man suffering from depression, Samantha Powell has decided a nice quiet, drama-free life is for her. She has demons to combat and self-esteem issues to overcome. She has decided to sell her house and find a nice little condo that places virtually no maintenance demands on her and allows her to work on herself for a while.
Grayson Kinkaide has waited his whole life, all 55 years of it, looking for his soul mate, the other half of himself. He suffered through an awful marriage with a manipulative, selfish woman who almost brought him to his knees. The only things that kept him strong were his children and his growing business.
When Gray meets Sam both of their lives are changed drastically. Sam’s dream of a drama-free life is jerked from her grasp as Gray’s exes do everything in their power to tear them apart. Gray finds himself having to fight, hard, to convince Sam they are meant to be together.
Sam walked out of the kitchen and into the living room and sat on the sofa. Gray followed behind her and sat at the opposite end. He faced her and rubbed his face in his hands.
“I’m so sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I didn’t know how you would handle the fact that I was going to be there with Suzanne. I know we have talked about being open and honest and I am so, so, sorry. I swear to you I’ll never do it again, ever. And for the record, that picture was not what it looks like. We did not spend a happy day together. I got there at the very end of the Grandparents Day gathering and Suzanne told Lily to come and ask me to have her picture taken with me. We were posing for our picture and Suzanne jumped in the picture at the last minute. I swear to you that’s what happened.”
Sam turned her head and looked out the window.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can’t be in a relationship like this. I want better—no lies, no manipulation. We’ve talked about this. I can’t do it.”
Gray gasped like she had hit him. “Sam, please no, please forgive me. I swear to you I’ll never lie to you again, I swear it. I didn’t want this scene, that’s why I didn’t say anything.”
Sam jumped up off the sofa. She was pissed. “This scene is happening because YOU LIED, you son of a bitch. I know that both you and Suzanne are Lily and Lincoln’s grandparents. I’m not an idiot. I asked you this morning if you had anything special going on today and you said it was a regular day. YOU LIED! Did you know yesterday that you were going? For that matter, how long have you known you were going to Lily’s school for Grandparents Day?”
Gray looked up at her. He had a tear sliding down his cheek. “I knew Wednesday.”
She was stunned; he had been lying for three days.
“You fucking jerk, you make me fall in love with you and you lie to me. You son of a bitch.”
She started to walk away, but Gray jumped up and grabbed her. She tried squirming away, but he wouldn’t let her go.
“Please calm down and talk to me. Don’t run away, please Sam.”
She fought to get away, but he was holding her tight. She finally quit fighting him and stood there, tears running down her face.
“You can call me all the names you want, I deserve it.”
Gray’s breathing was ragged and he was sucking in deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He wrapped his arms around her, tightly.
“Sam, you said you love me, is that true? Do you love me, Sam?”
Oh my God, she did say that! Crap, she did say it, and she did love him, but right now was not when she felt like saying it to him again. She was not going to tell him she loved him right now. Gray tightened his hold on her, they stood there for a long time. After a while he started rocking them back and forth, slowly, back and forth, back and forth. She heard him sniff and she could hear his heartbeat, strong and solid. He put his hand on her head and pulled her head to his chest. He put his arm back around her to keep holding her tight. He smelled good too, dammit. They rocked back and forth for a long time, maybe ten minutes, not talking, just rocking; she did feel calmer.
When he sensed that she had calmed down, he pulled his arms away slowly, he reached down and put his fingers under her chin and pulled her face up to his, as she looked into his eyes, she could see he had been crying too.
“I love you, Sam. I think I loved you from the first moment I saw you, but one thing I know for sure is I love you now. Please don’t leave me. Please try and work it out with me, please. I swear I will never lie to you again. I swear it.”
“Tell me why you really did it.”
She stepped back and looked at him. She needed him to look at her and tell her the truth.
Gray shook his head back and forth. “Sam, I really didn’t know how you would handle it. I meant to tell you, I tried a couple of times but I just couldn’t get the words out. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, I would never try to hurt your feelings. I didn’t know if I should invite you to come with me and I knew that Suzanne would be there, although she spends no time with the kids, I’m sure she was there because she wanted to do just what she did, manipulate the situation to look like something it wasn’t.
“After a little while, it seemed like too much time had passed and I had already lied to you on Wednesday when I told you there was nothing special going on this week and I was scared. I swear it, it’s the truth.”
Sam took a deep breath and turned to sit on the sofa. She put her head in her hands and looked down for a while. She needed a little time to process this information.
I was born in a suburb of St. Louis, Missouri named Bridgeton. During my time in Missouri, I explored the Ozarks, swam in the Mississippi River, played kickball and endless games of hide and seek with the neighborhood kids. Spending summers in Kentucky with my Grandmother, Ruth, are the fondest childhood memories for me.
At the age of thirteen, my family moved to Wisconsin to learn to farm. Yes, learn to farm! That was interesting. Taking city kids and throwing them on a farm with twenty-eight cows purchased from the Humane Society because they had been abused, was interesting. I learned to milk cows, the ins and outs of a breeding schedule, feeding schedule and the never ending haying in the summer and trying to stay warm in the winter. Our first winter in Wisconsin, we had thirty-six inches of snow in one storm and were snowed in our house for three days! Needless to say, I wasn’t loving Wisconsin.
I am now married with four children and two grandchildren and a new one on the way this summer. I have learned to love Wisconsin, though I still hate snow. Wisconsin and the United States are beautiful and my husband and I travel around by motorcycle seeing new sites and meeting new people. It never ceases to amaze me how many people are interested in where we are going and what we have seen along the way. At every gas station, restaurant and hotel, we have people come up to us and ask us about what we are doing and offering advice on which roads in the area are better than others and great rides others have been on if we are interested.
I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother and two of my sons and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud. Proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family has given.