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    I want it that way by Ann Aguirre

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    Nadia Conrad has big dreams, and she’s determined to make them come true—for her parents’ sake as well as her own. But between maintaining her college scholarship and working at the local day care to support herself, she barely has time to think, let alone date. Then she moves into a new apartment and meets the taciturn yet irresistible guy in 1B…. 



    Daniel Tyler has grown up too fast. Becoming a single dad at twenty turned his life upside down—and brought him heartache he can’t risk again. Now, as he raises his four-year-old son while balancing a full-time construction management job and night classes, a social life is out of the question. The last thing he wants is for four noisy students to move into the apartment upstairs. But one night, Nadia’s and Ty’s paths cross, and soon they can’t stay away from each other. 


    The timing is all wrong—but love happens when it happens. And you can’t know what you truly need until you stand to lose it


    jODIE’S REVIEW

    This book took me on a roller coaster of emotions which in all honest I wasn’t expecting… 
    This story is about Nadia, a college student but it’s not your typical college story…. This tells the story of hardship and struggles faced whilst at college…. Nadia is a bright young thing, studying special education but doesn’t come from money so is on a scholarship so has to work hard at college whilst holding down a job…. She moves in to a flat share and discovers Mr Hot Ginger in flat 1B…. 
    Ty is a struggling student / full time single dad …. Who spends most his time being a grumpy arse but he has a life plan and is scared to change it because that could risk him and more importantly Sam his adorable son getting hurt but Nadia comes crashing into his life literally and she just takes root but it’s all on his terms or no terms at all….
    Nadia is willing to take what ever she can get…. Their attraction and draw to each other is electrifying …. They seem to just fit but this story is real and raw and nothing is easy and there is pain, heartache and tears as both Nadia and Ty figure out what they want in life….
    I will be totally honest I started reading this book and thought it was a little slow to beginning but it soon picked up and just had me hooked I couldn’t put it down, I laughed, I cried and I rooted for Nadia and Ty…. For me this book so relatable, you can’t help but love it….
    I can’t wait for more from this author and this trilogy in the future …..
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    Ann Aguirre is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author and RITA winner with a degree in English Literature; before she began writing full time, she was a clown, a clerk, a voice actress, and a savior of stray kittens, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in sunny Mexico with her husband, children, and various pets. Ann likes books, emo music, action movies, and she writes all kinds of genre fiction for adults and teens, published with Harlequin, Macmillan, and Penguin, among others.
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    Anne has worked for her sexy, ex-surfer, businessman boss for seven years, and she’s been in love with him for two. Jake doesn’t think about her as anything but his ever-efficient assistant, though. She’s been trying to get over her feelings by dating other men and interviewing for other jobs—which doesn’t make Jake very happy. But Anne is determined not to put her life on hold for him.



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    Release Date: March 12, 2013
    Synopsis

    Skylar Montague has learned that nothing good comes from trusting others…. especially men. After escaping an abusive relationship she attempts to start a new life in a new city.

    Living close to her childhood friend Chantal, she’s finally starting to feel at home. Men are the last thing on her mind, that is until she meets her smoldering bad boy neighbor Nathaniel Jackson. Her hesitation is huge, but the attraction is even greater. Nathaniel doesn’t do relationships, just can’t see himself as being a one woman man.

    His instant attraction to Skylar makes him think that he could change. Their connection is explosive. Nothing has ever felt this good. Being together with Nate, Skylar feels like she can finally trust a man. That is until they are presented with an unexpected surprise. Exes reemerge and with them a falling out neither saw coming. 
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    For five long years, Chantal has been in love with Dom. They have always had a great friendship and flirted with each other like nobody’s business, which just seemed to be their thing. Chantal’s feelings for Dom were obvious to everyone but him.

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    If you want to spot Mr Steel at an event, he wears a t-shirt which reads “My wife writes porn”. There’s really nothing better than a supportive husband. 

    ANGEL’S BOOKS: Sweet Temptation (Sweet, #1) Sweet Surrender (Sweet, #2) and NEW RELEASE Harpers Little Spitfire (Harper’s Series)
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    SYNOPSIS
    Darkness is the only thing I see. Ever since the day my
    life changed. The day that everything and everyone I held close to me ceased to
    exist. The day I lost it all and the demons of my past consumed my every waking
    moment.
    I tried to keep others at arm’s length. Tried not to let
    my darkness taint them. Ruin them. Harm them. And whether I want to admit it or
    not, as much as I wish I could keep them locked out, they refuse to leave.
    Refuse to let me suffer alone.
    If I hadn’t been so focused on keeping those demons from
    flying free, I wouldn’t have missed how one perfect angel was able to sneak her
    way under my skin—refusing to let go. Making me want things I don’t deserve.
    She consumes me. Her beauty knows no end. The love she
    promises tempts me every time she’s near. But that pure heart that makes her MY
    Emmy is the one thing I’m convinced I’ll destroy if I ever let her close.
    I’m a broken man. A broken man with too much darkness in
    his soul to ever let her light shine upon me. But even that doesn’t stop me
    from craving her with every single breath in my body.
    **This is the final book in the Corps Security series.
    This book is not suitable for younger readers. There is strong language, adult
    situations, and some violence.*

    Prologue—Maddox
    Six
    weeks.  It’s been over a goddamn month
    since Emmy ran from me. 
    Just
    gone.
    It took
    me three days to find her—thanks to the tracking device I had placed on her
    car—down in some small Podunk town in south Florida.  Even if she had been trying to hide, she’d
    done a shit job of it.  One search for
    her parents would have brought me right to her.
    It took
    me longer to actually get eyes on her than it had to find her.  She was holed up in some cheap-ass hotel for
    three weeks.  She called in her meals and
    never left the room.  And unfortunately,
    I had to leave and rush home when things out of my control needed attention and
    I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass.  Now I’m back and I’m not leaving until I get
    my hands on her. 
    She
    doesn’t want to be found.  I know that,
    but damn if I’m going to let her run off and get away for good.  I’ve pushed and pushed her away.  Every bone in my body has screamed at me to
    take what she’s been offering for years. 
    I’ve seen her, I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt
    her.  Not my Emmy. 
    Since day
    one, she’s been the greatest temptation, but I refused to take everything
    innocent that is Emmy and let my blackness take her.  Because that’s what will happen.  It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke
    the life out of her.  Just like every
    other person I’ve allowed in. 
    I’ll
    taint her.  I’ll ruin her.  And in the end, it will destroy her.
    One smile
    from her made me fall.  So I pushed her
    away.  I told her that she would never be
    what I need—that I would never want her. 
    God, if she only knew.  I crave
    her and everything she keeps trying to hand me. 
    I crave her and everything she could give me.  My very being calls out to her, and I work
    daily to refuse it.
    So I
    pushed. 
    Until she
    ran.
    But that
    ends right now.
    Looking
    up at the gaudy neon lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I know that was
    my first mistake.
    SYN.
    A
    motherfucking strip club.
    This is
    not a place where my angel belongs.  Just
    the thought of her inside this club makes my skin crawl.  I can feel my anger becoming a force of its
    own as the blackness in my soul threatens to burst through.  It’s burning inside my veins and demanding
    blood.  My nostrils flare, making my
    breaths come in loud pants.  My fist
    clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy.  My skin feels tight.  Every vein in my body is pulsing with each
    wild beat of my heart.
    I’m going
    to explode.
    The
    bouncer doesn’t even give me a second thought. 
    He gives me a brief glance as I pay the twenty bucks to gain my access
    into the hellish place.   I immediately
    rip my sunglasses off, taking in every inch of the room.  Black walls with dim lighting, stereotypical
    red carpeting and leather booths lining the room.   They have the name right with the smell of
    this place—sex and sin with a mixture of smoke and sweat.  There are three stages set up around the
    room, the center one being the largest and two smaller ones to the left and
    right, with a bar against the back wall and one on the top floor.  
    The whole
    top-floor bar area is set up on a glass floor, giving these douchebags around
    the room the perfect view between the barely dressed servers’ legs.  Taking my eyes off the top floor, where the
    bartenders are clearly working the glass floor to their advantage, I scan the
    room again, squinting my eyes to see through the dim lighting and heavy smoke. 
    That’s
    when I spot her. 
    “What.
    The. Fuck,” I snarl under my breath.
    The anger
    I felt earlier burning through my body starts to boil.  It’s almost as if my body becomes a force of
    its own.  The monsters inside me wanting
    free. 
    There she
    stands, not even five feet away, looking exhausted, wearing next to
    nothing.  Her skirt—if that’s what you
    want to call it—is more like a napkin someone cut in half.  From the way she stands—slightly to the
    side—I can just make out the perfect roundness of her ass peeking out the
    bottom of the hem.  Her pert tits are
    pushed together and held in a tight bikini top, the fabric so thin that I can
    see the outline of her nipples clear as day.
    My eyes
    take in every inch of her exposed skin and I want to roar with rage.
    No one
    should see her like this.  No one but
    me.  And even though I don’t have the
    right to feel this way about her, there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me
    now.
    She
    hasn’t seen me yet, so I stalk over to where she’s standing.  She turns right when I’m about to reach out
    for her and her eyes go wide, shock and alarm clear in her beautiful,
    honey-brown eyes.
    “Wha—”
    “What the
    fuck are you doing, Em?” I bite out. 
    She
    shrinks back at my tone before she catches herself and goes stiff.  I can tell instantly that I’m not going to
    like anything she has to say. 
    “Excuse
    me?”
    “You
    heard me, Emmy.  What in the hell are you
    doing in this place?”
    She tilts
    her head slightly, taking me in.  Her
    eyes leave mine and roam the room before she gives a stiff nod.  When she turns her focus back to me, I go
    stock-still at her words.
    “I’m
    exactly where I should be, Maddox.  I’m
    home.”  Her tone is submissive, and that
    fury inside me goes from a boiling fire to ice cold.
    With
    that, she turns and stalks off towards the bar. 
    And I see that not only is her ass hanging out, but so are her hot-pink
    boy shorts. 
    “Dude.  She’s a fine piece of ass, right?”  The man she was just talking to speaks in
    awe.
    “Shut
    your fucking mouth,” I growl, feeling that rage return like a switch has been
    flipped.
    “Ah,
    you’re new here.  Just sit back, my
    friend, and get ready for the show.”  He
    laughs, takes a deep pull from his beer, and turns his attention back to the
    main stage, where the current entertainment is doing her best to swallow the
    fucking pole with her pussy.  She’s
    working so hard for it that she might as well be fucking the damn thing. 
    I’m no
    stranger to strip clubs.  Back when the
    guys were all single, we would hit some local ones around California.  No better way to let off some steam from the
    shit that is constantly swirling around in my head than to sit in a room full
    of naked woman.  Where the music pounds
    into your body, the drinks are always flowing, and the pussy is in
    abundance. 
    One
    thing’s for sure: This isn’t a place for Emmy. 
    Hell no.
    Without
    taking my eyes from Emmy, I drop my body into the nearest booth.  She’s in a heated argument with the bartender
    and an older man who looks about as run-down as this fucking town.  She throws her hands in the air, her head
    moving wildly, and if I had to guess, her stunning eyes are burning
    bright.  She points over to me a few
    times, and all the older man does is shake his head, obviously not giving her
    what she wants.  I just scowl at them
    from the booth, waiting for her to walk her ass back over here so I can explain
    to her that it’s time to go.
    “Hey
    there, handsome,” a raspy voice says to my right.  “Looking for some fun tonight?  I bet a big man like you would be up for
    something wild.” 
    “No.”  I don’t even look at her.  My eyes never leave Emmy—who is now looking
    at me.  A mix of ire and hurt is written
    all over her face.  Even with the shit
    lighting in this place, I can see it…and I hate it.
    Fucking
    hurt?  Is she serious right now?  Pissed I can understand.  She didn’t want to be found and I found her.
    “I won’t
    bite, baby.  That is unless you want me
    to.”  Her hands snake around my neck and
    down my chest. 
    Turning
    my attention away from Emmy, I look at the bleach-blonde hair, weathered skin,
    and fake tan of this bitch in front of me. 
    I’ll give her credit—she tries to hide it with more than enough makeup
    for about ten women, but this piece of work in front of me has to be pushing
    fifty.
    “I said
    no, woman.  What part of that didn’t you
    understand?  And for the last time, do
    not touch me.”  I reach up and pull her
    hand off my stomach before she can go any further.
    Moving my
    eyes back to where I last saw Emmy has me coming up empty.  What the hell?  I scan the room but she is still nowhere to
    be found.
    “Ah,
    sweet cheeks.  I know what you want.  Good luck with that one.  Rose doesn’t play around, and honey, why
    would you want her when you can have me? 
    After all, I taught her everything she knows.”  She leans down and, before I can guess her
    intent, licks my neck, clearly taking my distraction at her words to her
    advantage.
    I turn
    swiftly and move into her space, making sure she doesn’t mix this shit up in
    her head to think that I would somehow ever want her ass.
    “Do. Not.
    Touch. Me.  You got that, sweet cheeks?”
    She looks
    me in the eyes for a few beats before throwing her head back and laughing.  The sound of it hits my ears like nails on a
    chalkboard.
    “Your
    loss.”
    When she
    walks off, I start my scan of the room again. 
    No Emmy in sight.  I run my hand
    over my buzzed scalp before settling in for the wait.
    Thirty
    minutes later and I still haven’t found her. 
    The crowd is getting restless. 
    The chicks taking turns on the stage now haven’t been impressive and
    they undoubtedly want more.  The pole
    humper has moved on to one of the smaller stages.  The last act on the main stage was slightly
    better, but all she did was basically finger-fuck herself on the stage before
    fumbling to get to her feet on her ridiculous heels.
    Jesus
    Christ.
    I wait,
    determined not to leave until I have her with me.  Another thirty minutes and two more rotations
    on the stages have my frustration levels going up even higher.  How the hell did she just disappear?  I know she didn’t leave.  The tracking device on her car, which is
    sitting right next to my truck in the parking lot, hasn’t alerted me of any
    movement.  I’ll be damned if she takes
    off on me again.
    After
    signaling over another server, I order a beer and check my phone again to make
    sure the tracker isn’t malfunctioning. 
    I’m just putting my phone in my pocket when a deep voice cuts over the
    music. 
    “Gentleman
    of Syn.  It’s the moment you’ve been
    waiting for.  The one your dicks have
    been begging for all fucking night.  The
    Princess of Syn herself.  The one and
    only, Rose!”
    The Princess of Syn? 
    What an idiot. 
    I laugh to myself, placing my beer to my lips for a long pull.  The music starts and the first few notes of
    Lollipop by Framing Hanley fill the air. 
    Got to give this chick props—at least she picked a good song.
    The house
    lights go down, plunging the room into darkness, before a spotlight hits the
    main stage.  The smoke clinging to the
    air gives the stage an eerie glow.  I
    take my eyes off the action and attempt scan the darkness of the room again for
    Emmy.  Movement by the back corner
    catches my attention at the same time that the crowd goes electric.  Idiots start throwing their money left and
    right, calling to this Princess of Syn
    to take them.
    What
    morons.
    I focus on
    the corner again and see the blonde from earlier smiling her wicked smile at me
    before pointing to the stage.  Turning
    back to the stage, I watch as a woman, who I assume is this so-called princess,
    spins effortlessly on the pole, her movements all but blurring her body from
    the men wishing she were spinning on their dicks.  It doesn’t take me long to see why the bitch
    from earlier is telling me to look. 
    With one
    quick spin, her hands are placed at the center and her legs are spread wide and
    parallel to the pole, showing off her barely there G-sting, I see my Emmy.  It takes a second for the shock to wear off,
    and in that second, she gracefully drops from her spin with a guarded smile to
    the men crowding the stage.  Lifting her
    small hands from her side, she drags them up her flat stomach to take her tits
    in hand and jiggles them. 
    Fucking
    jiggles them.
    I can’t
    control my body at this point.  I’m
    focused on one thing—the best way to get her off that stage and out of this
    place.
    She
    reaches up and, in a move that is obviously practiced, removes her top,
    throwing it in to the crowd.  There she
    dances with her body on display, caressing her naked tits until her nipples
    pebble.  Turning her back to the room,
    she bends at the waist and starts to slowly pull her G-sting down her long,
    toned legs.
    This is
    when the reality of this situation hits me. 
    I’ll fucking kill all of these motherfuckers in the room.  
    Then she
    drops to her knees before getting on all fours and crawling towards the end of
    the stage.
    Hell.  No.
    I’m on my
    feet in seconds, stalking through the crowd, pushing any man who stands in the
    way of my woman and me.  I don’t even
    lift my arms from my side.  I just barrel
    through the bodies with one goal in mind. 
    She
    doesn’t see me coming since she’s back on her feet and walking to the pole
    again.  With a leap that would make my
    high school track coach proud, I’m on the stage, and a second later, I have a
    naked Emmy thrown over my shoulders before I jump off the stage.  The sharp pain up my leg does nothing to
    extinguish my determination.
    I can see
    the bouncers coming, and with one hand on her slick ass, I reach out and punch
    the first one in the face, taking great pleasure watching him instantly buckle
    to the floor.  The other one comes at me
    from the side, but he doesn’t get far before I pick up the chair to my left
    one-handed and crack it against his fucking head.
    Emmy is
    struggling with such vigor that I’m forced to put her down.  She looks up, ready to spit fire at me,
    before snapping her mouth shut when she sees the expression on my face.  I have no doubt that I look just as feral as
    I feel.
    “Don’t
    you open that sweet fucking mouth, Emersyn. 
    I swear to Christ, now is not the time to fucking piss me off any
    further.” 
    I rip my
    shirt off and roughly pull it over her head. 
    She struggles and puts up a fight, momentarily distracting me from the
    third bouncer coming at full throttle. 
    His fist takes me by surprise, but not for long.  Grabbing her wrist so she doesn’t get away, I
    turn to the motherfucker stupid enough to get in my way.
    “You
    shouldn’t have done that,” I seethe.
    He goes
    to punch me again, but I duck and pop up before he realizes he failed.  Bringing my head forward, I head-butt him
    right between the eyes and almost smile when he falls instantly. 
    I’m
    stopped at the door by the last bartender she was speaking with earlier.  He goes to make a move but pulls up when he
    sees the look in my eyes.  I’ll fucking
    kill and I’m sure it’s written clear as day on my face.
    “Do
    it.  I dare you.”  My tone leaves no room for argument.  I’m leaving with her and there isn’t a person
    on this Earth who can stop me.

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    Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from
    her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the
    house they dubbed ‘Estrogen Ocean’, much to her husbands chagrin. Harper has a
    borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with
    her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her
    favorite kind of hero–the super alpha kind!
    Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the
    house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect
    way to just relax. It didn’t take long before a head full of very demanding
    alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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