Tuesday, November 24, 2015

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Author: T. E. Ridener

Title: 180 Days

Pages: 268

Genre: Transgender Contemporary Romance

Date published: September 30, 2015

Synopsis:
Lydia McIntosh left her old life behind when she said goodbye to Prairie Town, North Carolina and started over halfway across the country with her beloved Gran; away from her family, away from everyone who knew the person she once was, and from the identity she never quite wanted in the first place. When her grandmother passes away, she returns home and while she only intends to stay for the funeral, her grandmother has other plans, from the grave. Her will states that Lydia must remain in Prairie Town for six months in order to give her family and her old town a chance to get to know the new her, the real her.

Lydia has had years to adjust to long hair, summer dresses, and nail polish, but she understands her family will need time to get reacquainted with a daughter they’ve never known and a sister they’ve missed terribly. Anticipating the worst, as she always has, Lydia’s feelings about her old town begin to change when she meets her brother’s best friend, Callum. Callum is kind and more accepting than she could have ever imagined and she’s falling for him.

When her 180 days are over, will she be able to say goodbye to the family she’s missed so much? Will she survive her mother’s endless intolerance? Can she really leave the man who acknowledges her past and still wants her?




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Her laughter died down as she stared at him. “I want to, you know—to trust you. I really do.” “Then take a chance.” He whispered, gripping her chin lightly and tilting her head back. Inching forward, he waited for a sign, to continue, to back off. “I wish I could.” Moisture glistened in her eyes. “But it isn’t that easy and you know it. I fought really hard to get to this point in my life, Callum.” God, hearing his name fall from her lips was nothing short of heavenly. “You don’t have to fight alone anymore, Lydia. When I said I liked you, I meant it. I mean it. You’ve been so brave and courageous this whole time. What’s keeping you from taking another risk?” She sucked in a breath and released it in a shaky sigh. The distance between them was minimal and all it would take was one small movement to bring their lips together. His heart was thundering in his ears as he cradled her face between both hands and lowered his mouth to brush lightly against hers. She gasped, but didn’t pull away. However, feeling her lips tremble against his, Callum did. “You’ve never been kissed before, have you?” He asked, his voice husky from desire. He’d be lying if he said his jeans weren’t extremely tight at the moment. Lydia was gorgeous and his body had taken a quick liking to hers, but his parents had raised him to be a gentleman. “No,” she whispered. “Is that bad?” “No.” He replied, grinning. “It’s not bad, Lydia. I just want your first kiss to be one you’ll never forget.” She smiled the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen and her cheeks warmed beneath his touch. “I don’t really imagine it getting any better than that.” “You can’t be serious.” He blinked. “You think that was a real kiss?” “Well, no, but…” She lowered her head and her hair fell down, covering her face from his view. “I don’t really believe that Hollywood’s depictions of romance are accurate.” “Hollywood?” He laughed. Loud. “Sugar, this is the south. We don’t pull none of that Hollywood stuff around here.” Lifting her head until their gazes met, Callum leaned in and laid one on her she wouldn’t soon forget. Their lips molded together and if it was sloppy, he didn’t notice. The only thing he could focus on was how sweet and perfect her mouth felt against his. Absolute perfection.

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T.E. Ridener resides in the small community of Gray, Kentucky with her equally eccentric yet amazingly interesting family. Miss Ridener has written a handful of novels as well as various short stories during her career as a writer. When she is not writing, she enjoys listening to nearly every genre of music, watching movies, and spending time with her niece and nephew. Her greatest accomplishment to date has been The Blood Betrayal Series, with characters she dreamed up while she was still a teenager. She believes that the Blood Betrayal Series will go far one day, despite the overrating of vampires in the past few years. According to her, vampires will never go out of style even if their fashion choices do!




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<b>Title</b>: 180 Days<br />
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<b>Pages</b>: 268 <br />
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<b>Genre</b>: Transgender Contemporary Romance<br />
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Lydia McIntosh left her old life behind when she said goodbye to Prairie Town, North Carolina and started over halfway across the country with her beloved Gran; away from her family, away from everyone who knew the person she once was, and from the identity she never quite wanted in the first place. When her grandmother passes away, she returns home and while she only intends to stay for the funeral, her grandmother has other plans, from the grave. Her will states that Lydia must remain in Prairie Town for six months in order to give her family and her old town a chance to get to know the new her, the real her. <br />
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Lydia has had years to adjust to long hair, summer dresses, and nail polish, but she understands her family will need time to get reacquainted with a daughter they’ve never known and a sister they’ve missed terribly. Anticipating the worst, as she always has, Lydia’s feelings about her old town begin to change when she meets her brother’s best friend, Callum. Callum is kind and more accepting than she could have ever imagined and she’s falling for him. <br />
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When her 180 days are over, will she be able to say goodbye to the family she’s missed so much? Will she survive her mother’s endless intolerance? Can she really leave the man who acknowledges her past and still wants her?<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     Her laughter died down as she stared at him.  “I want to, you know—to trust you.  I really do.”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “Then take a chance.”  He whispered, gripping her chin lightly and tilting her head back.  Inching forward, he waited for a sign, to continue, to back off.  </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “I wish I could.” Moisture glistened in her eyes.  “But it isn’t that easy and you know it.  I fought really hard to get to this point in my life, Callum.”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     God, hearing his name fall from her lips was nothing short of heavenly.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “You don’t have to fight alone anymore, Lydia.  When I said I liked you, I meant it.  I mean it.  You’ve been so brave and courageous this whole time.  What’s keeping you from taking another risk?”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     She sucked in a breath and released it in a shaky sigh.  The distance between them was minimal and all it would take was one small movement to bring their lips together.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     His heart was thundering in his ears as he cradled her face between both hands and lowered his mouth to brush lightly against hers.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     She gasped, but didn’t pull away.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     However, feeling her lips tremble against his, Callum did.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “You’ve never been kissed before, have you?” He asked, his voice husky from desire.  He’d be lying if he said his jeans weren’t extremely tight at the moment.  Lydia was gorgeous and his body had taken a quick liking to hers, but his parents had raised him to be a gentleman.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “No,” she whispered.  “Is that bad?”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “No.” He replied, grinning.  “It’s not bad, Lydia.  I just want your first kiss to be one you’ll never forget.”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     She smiled the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen and her cheeks warmed beneath his touch.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “I don’t really imagine it getting any better than that.”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “You can’t be serious.” He blinked.  “You think that was a real kiss?”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “Well, no, but…” She lowered her head and her hair fell down, covering her face from his view.  “I don’t really believe that Hollywood’s depictions of romance are accurate.”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     “Hollywood?” He laughed.  Loud.  “Sugar, this is the south.  We don’t pull none of that Hollywood stuff around here.”</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">     Lifting her head until their gazes met, Callum leaned in and laid one on her she wouldn’t soon forget.  Their lips molded together and if it was sloppy, he didn’t notice.  The only thing he could focus on was how sweet and perfect her mouth felt against his.  Absolute perfection.</span></blockquote>
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Monday, November 16, 2015

#IABBAddict: Turning Pages

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Title: Turning Pages

Pages: 152

Genre: Various (including romance, sci-fi, mystery, erotica)

Date published
: January 9, 2015

Synopsis:
This is an anthology of short stories benefiting Literacy Lubbock, a charity that helps teach adults to read. Included in the anthology are seven stories about change. Several different genres are represented, so there's something for everyone.

Peaceful Easy Feeling by Freedom Chevalier
The Firefly by Nina Ceves
R.O.S.E Riders of Sins Eternal by Ava Morgan Brown
Luxury Suite by Gabe Franklin
The Scarlet Butterfly by Sinead White
Dismay by Janie E.M. Storer
Accused by Denise Malone


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Accused by Denise Malone
The day I graduated from college was supposed to be the best day of my life.  I’d completed 17 years of education.  I was supposed to be prepared for the rest of my life, but none of that education prepared me for my graduation day.  I was educated, free, and young, with prospects galore.  I had interviews to go on, contacts to make, networking to do, a stage to walk, and a diploma to collect.  I’d earned it.  I was looking forward to it.  But instead of graduating, I was spending my time in a police station, being questioned in the disappearance of my best friend and roommate of the last four years, and in the murder of my boyfriend; ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend as of the previous evening.
A mere 24 hours before, I was blissfully happy, but today was a different story.  My graduation was taking place while I was sitting in an interview room, handcuffed to the table, waiting for the police officer to come back into the room.
The door opened, and a relatively young, attractive man in a suit entered.  I wasn’t sure who he was.  For some reason, I was expecting the uniformed officer that arrested me to be there, but he wasn’t.
“Ms. Duncan?  I’m Detective Martinez,” he said, as he sat across the table from me.
“Please, call me Mags.  Everyone does,” I replied.  I would’ve offered him my hand to shake, but they were still cuffed to the table.
“Okay, Mags, do you know why you’re here?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.  My ex-boyfriend was murdered, and my ex-best friend is missing,” I replied, as I began crying.  The detective reached into his jacket, pulled out a little packet of tissues, and handed them to me.
“Thank you,” I managed between sobs.  Trying to wipe my eyes was difficult, so the detective stood and pulled his keys from his pocket.  He uncuffed me and left the keys on the table beside the handcuffs.  He pulled his jacket off and draped it over the back of his chair before sitting down again.  I wiped my eyes and blew my nose.  Then I rubbed each wrist where the handcuffs had been.  It felt good to be free of them.
“I understand the arresting officer read you your Miranda rights.  Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.  He told me I didn’t have to say anything because it could and would be used against me in court.  And I haven’t done anything wrong, so I don’t need an attorney.  I don’t have anything to hide.”
“Okay.  You’ve lived with Courtney Mills for four years.  Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you’ve dated Brandon Wade for those same four years?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then, why did you call them your ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend?” he asked.

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The first and foremost goal of Literacy Lubbock is to make a difference in as many people's lives as possible. Literacy Lubbock is a Lubbock Area United Way Partner Agency. We strive to improve the lives for those who need adult education by offering Free of Charge classes or tutors in adult education. Our program includes GED, English as a Second Language, Dyslexia, Learning Difference, College Prep, Essay, Math and Reading Classes.

Literacy Lubbock was founded on the idea of helping those in need who are 18 or over. Ever since our organization was established, we have endeavored to provide help where the need is greatest.

Our class room teachers and tutors are made up entirely of volunteers. We advocate for those who need our help. Even a little help goes a long way.

That is why we are especially happy to find new volunteers who share our commitment to adult education. Reading is Forever. Do you want to support us by helping with our work? Then do not hesitate to contact us. A helping hand is always greatly appreciated!


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<b>Title</b>: Turning Pages<br /><br /><b>Pages</b>: 152<br /><br /><b>Genre</b>:&nbsp;Various (including romance, sci-fi, mystery, erotica)<br /><b><br />Date published</b>: January 9, 2015<br /><br /><b>Synopsis</b>: <br />This is an anthology of short stories benefiting Literacy Lubbock, a charity that helps teach adults to read. Included in the anthology are seven stories about change. Several different genres are represented, so there's something for everyone. <br /><br />Peaceful Easy Feeling by Freedom Chevalier <br />The Firefly by Nina Ceves <br />R.O.S.E Riders of Sins Eternal by Ava Morgan Brown <br />Luxury Suite by Gabe Franklin <br />The Scarlet Butterfly by Sinead White <br />Dismay by Janie E.M. Storer <br />Accused by Denise Malone<div>
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<b>Accused&nbsp;</b><b>by Denise Malone</b><br />The day I graduated from college was supposed to be the best day of my life. &nbsp;I’d completed 17 years of education. &nbsp;I was supposed to be prepared for the rest of my life, but none of that education prepared me for my graduation day. &nbsp;I was educated, free, and young, with prospects galore. &nbsp;I had interviews to go on, contacts to make, networking to do, a stage to walk, and a diploma to collect. &nbsp;I’d earned it. &nbsp;I was looking forward to it. &nbsp;But instead of graduating, I was spending my time in a police station, being questioned in the disappearance of my best friend and roommate of the last four years, and in the murder of my boyfriend; ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend as of the previous evening. <br />A mere 24 hours before, I was blissfully happy, but today was a different story. &nbsp;My graduation was taking place while I was sitting in an interview room, handcuffed to the table, waiting for the police officer to come back into the room. <br />The door opened, and a relatively young, attractive man in a suit entered. &nbsp;I wasn’t sure who he was. &nbsp;For some reason, I was expecting the uniformed officer that arrested me to be there, but he wasn’t. <br />“Ms. Duncan? &nbsp;I’m Detective Martinez,” he said, as he sat across the table from me. <br />“Please, call me Mags. &nbsp;Everyone does,” I replied. &nbsp;I would’ve offered him my hand to shake, but they were still cuffed to the table.<br />“Okay, Mags, do you know why you’re here?” he asked. <br />“Yes, sir. &nbsp;My ex-boyfriend was murdered, and my ex-best friend is missing,” I replied, as I began crying. &nbsp;The detective reached into his jacket, pulled out a little packet of tissues, and handed them to me. <br />“Thank you,” I managed between sobs. &nbsp;Trying to wipe my eyes was difficult, so the detective stood and pulled his keys from his pocket. &nbsp;He uncuffed me and left the keys on the table beside the handcuffs. &nbsp;He pulled his jacket off and draped it over the back of his chair before sitting down again. &nbsp;I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. &nbsp;Then I rubbed each wrist where the handcuffs had been. &nbsp;It felt good to be free of them. <br />“I understand the arresting officer read you your Miranda rights. &nbsp;Is that correct?”<br />“Yes, sir. &nbsp;He told me I didn’t have to say anything because it could and would be used against me in court. &nbsp;And I haven’t done anything wrong, so I don’t need an attorney. &nbsp;I don’t have anything to hide.” <br />“Okay. &nbsp;You’ve lived with Courtney Mills for four years. &nbsp;Is that correct?”<br />“Yes, sir.” <br />“And you’ve dated Brandon Wade for those same four years?”<br />“Yes, sir.”<br />“Then, why did you call them your ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend?” he asked.</blockquote>
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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

#IABBAddict: There Are No Vampires In This Book by Megan Bailey

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Author: Megan Bailey

Title: There Are No Vampires In This Book

Pages: 171

Genre: New Adult

Date published: June 1, 2015

Synopsis:
TARYN HAD NEVER BEEN NORMAL.
She wasn't like other girls- not after that night, that thing, took her parents from her. She made it through hospitals, doctors, and therapy by playing by their rules and saying all the things they wanted to hear. But, inside, she held on to the truth.
She knew what she saw.

SHE SPENT HER TEEN YEARS PREPARING IN SECRET
With her two closest friends at her side, she dedicated herself to a mission. She would train and she would hunt. When the time came, she would be ready. No one she loved would be hurt by one of those monsters ever again

But with high school behind them, new found freedom comes with new responsibilities and new problems. Instead of weapons and self defense classes, she now has jobs and bills. The relation-ship with her best friend was suddenly shifting into new, scary territories. How could she take down bad guys if she couldn’t get her own life in order?

AND THEN THERE WAS HIM.
A mysterious stranger who pops up in suspicious places and throws off all sorts of bad vibes. His face now starred in her regular nightmares and plagued her thoughts in the day. Was she overre-acting? Or, was this finally the monster she had been waiting for? As the scars of Taryn’s past rise up to haunt her, she begins to question herself. With her mission faltering and her friendship off kilter, would life ever be the same again?
Would she ever be the same?



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She hit him with a cushion. “Shut up and play the game.”

“Truth or dare?” Aiden asked, his tone resigned.

“Dare. I’m not letting you mock my truths.” She leaned forward and started to mix another drink. One she definitely didn’t need but was having anyway. She wasn’t thinking about this lonely dramatic stuff anymore tonight. Even if she had to drown it.

“I dare you to kiss the first guy you lay eyes on.” Aiden bolted forward with his announcement, but she was faster.

Taryn squeezed her eyes shut instantly. “Nice try, goofball.”

“Oh, that’s not fair,” he grumbled.

“Should have worded it better,” she mocked him in a singsong voice. Eyes still closed, she raised her glass, a little wobblier than before. “Let’s make a toast. To being losers together on a Friday night.”

Instead of a tap of his can to her drink, she felt his fingers slide across the sides of her face and tangle into her hair. Her eyes popped open and locked on his, just inches away.

“Gotcha,” he said in a low voice.

Before Taryn could gasp, his mouth covered hers. It was no gentle, hesitant brush of the lips like she would have expected. No, Aiden met her with a firm, warm pressure that melted her insides like chocolate. His fingers in her hair tightened, sending electricity zinging through her. The drink in her hand was forgotten and slipped to the floor. Neither of them seemed to notice. He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, asking, and the room tilted. She opened for him. His teeth caught her lower lip and tugged, lightly. She could have sworn she felt the tingle right down to her toes.

He pulled back, dragging his lips against hers in a slow caress. They sat there in the silence, eyes wide. Her head swam and her heart raced. Her scalp tingled where his fingers still pressed into her hair. Those eyes of his had turned to that shade of rich, dark blue. They trailed back down to her lips, which felt a little swollen.

From kissing him. Aiden. Heat blossomed through her belly. That just happened. But, for once, she wasn’t running a million thoughts through her head, worrying each one to death. She wasn’t thinking at all. Her panicky, loud brain was turned off, leaving something dark and hungry at the reins. Taryn wasn’t going to question it. Not tonight. She grabbed Aiden’s shirt and pulled him back down to return the kiss.

Somewhere in her head, it registered.

She was kissing her best friend.

And it was amazing.


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Megan Bailey is a novelist and short story author. When not writing, she loves playing video games for way too many hours and reading everything she can get her hands on. Megan is married to her own wise-cracking, romantic hero. They live in Central Illinois with their two devious/darling daughters and three furbabies: Minna the boxer dog, Logan the black cat, and Gimli the dwarf bunny.



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<b>Title</b>: Message on the Wind<br />
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<b>Pages</b>: 171<br />
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<b>Genre</b>: New Adult<br />
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TARYN HAD NEVER BEEN NORMAL.<br />
She wasn't like other girls- not after that night, that thing, took her parents from her. She made it through hospitals, doctors, and therapy by playing by their rules and saying all the things they wanted to hear. But, inside, she held on to the truth.<br />
She knew what she saw.<br />
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SHE SPENT HER TEEN YEARS PREPARING IN SECRET<br />
With her two closest friends at her side, she dedicated herself to a mission. She would train and she would hunt. When the time came, she would be ready. No one she loved would be hurt by one of those monsters ever again<br />
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But with high school behind them, new found freedom comes with new responsibilities and new problems. Instead of weapons and self defense classes, she now has jobs and bills. The relation-ship with her best friend was suddenly shifting into new, scary territories. How could she take down bad guys if she couldn’t get her own life in order?<br />
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AND THEN THERE WAS HIM.<br />
A mysterious stranger who pops up in suspicious places and throws off all sorts of bad vibes. His face now starred in her regular nightmares and plagued her thoughts in the day. Was she overre-acting? Or, was this finally the monster she had been waiting for? As the scars of Taryn’s past rise up to haunt her, she begins to question herself. With her mission faltering and her friendship off kilter, would life ever be the same again?<br />
Would she ever be the same?<br />
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She hit him with a cushion. “Shut up and play the game.”<br />
<br />
“Truth or dare?” Aiden asked, his tone resigned.<br />
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“Dare. I’m not letting you mock my truths.” She leaned forward and started to mix another drink. One she definitely didn’t need but was having anyway. She wasn’t thinking about this lonely dramatic stuff anymore tonight. Even if she had to drown it.<br />
<br />
“I dare you to kiss the first guy you lay eyes on.” Aiden bolted forward with his announcement, but she was faster.<br />
<br />
Taryn squeezed her eyes shut instantly. “Nice try, goofball.”<br />
<br />
“Oh, that’s not fair,” he grumbled.<br />
<br />
“Should have worded it better,” she mocked him in a singsong voice. Eyes still closed, she raised her glass, a little wobblier than before. “Let’s make a toast. To being losers together on a Friday night.”<br />
<br />
Instead of a tap of his can to her drink, she felt his fingers slide across the sides of her face and tangle into her hair. Her eyes popped open and locked on his, just inches away.<br />
<br />
“Gotcha,” he said in a low voice.<br />
<br />
Before Taryn could gasp, his mouth covered hers. It was no gentle, hesitant brush of the lips like she would have expected. No, Aiden met her with a firm, warm pressure that melted her insides like chocolate. His fingers in her hair tightened, sending electricity zinging through her. The drink in her hand was forgotten and slipped to the floor. Neither of them seemed to notice. He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, asking, and the room tilted. She opened for him. His teeth caught her lower lip and tugged, lightly. She could have sworn she felt the tingle right down to her toes.<br />
<br />
He pulled back, dragging his lips against hers in a slow caress. They sat there in the silence, eyes wide. Her head swam and her heart raced. Her scalp tingled where his fingers still pressed into her hair. Those eyes of his had turned to that shade of rich, dark blue. They trailed back down to her lips, which felt a little swollen.<br />
<br />
From kissing him. Aiden. Heat blossomed through her belly. That just happened. But, for once, she wasn’t running a million thoughts through her head, worrying each one to death. She wasn’t thinking at all. Her panicky, loud brain was turned off, leaving something dark and hungry at the reins. Taryn wasn’t going to question it. Not tonight. She grabbed Aiden’s shirt and pulled him back down to return the kiss.<br />
<br />
Somewhere in her head, it registered.<br />
<br />
She was kissing her best friend.<br />
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And it was amazing.</blockquote>
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Author: Barbara Lieberman

Title: Message on the Wind

Pages: 458

Genre: Historical Romance

Date published: April 9, 2015

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Would you follow your heart, if it meant leaving behind everything and everyone you've ever known? Board a train with Ellen Price and travel to a new life. Even as she begins a new life, she'll change the lives of all she meets.



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Ellie turned quickly to run back to the wagon. She abruptly ran into the front of a man and almost fell down, dropping her purchases all over the ground. Looking up, she realized that he must be the tallest man she had ever seen. Daniel Cooper was tall but this man was huge! He had very tanned skin and black eyes that were blazing at her. His very long, black hair was pulled back and tied in a way that was long out of fashion. His hands were on his hips and he was clearly incensed about something. "Excuse me," Ellie said, surprised by the obvious anger on his face and wondering why it was directed at her. "I didn't see you. I just need to get back to my friends..." As she tried to reach for her packages, the giant stepped in her way, his eyes narrowing. "What happened to Little Flower?" he demanded.
"Little Flower?" Ellie asked, confused for a moment by the unusual name. "Oh, you mean the woman? The clerk in the store gave her a difficult time about buying a blanket. First, he blatantly refused to wait on her and then he tried to charge her five dollars! She left without it so, I bought the blanket for her." She paused in her explanation, suddenly, tilted her head and stared up at him. This was quite difficult given the differences in their heights. "Why do you want to know, so rudely I might add?" The stranger looked Ellie up and down rather deliberately, his black eyes returning to stare into hers once more. Having found herself in similar situations before, Ellie simply endured his frank appraisal. He seemed surprised she challenged him, her hands now on her hips defiantly, but then bullies usually were surprised when anyone stood up to them. This one seemed no exception. His expression relaxed only a little. "I am usually the one protecting The People around here." "The People? I'm not familiar...with…?" Ellie asked, noticing he was still staring at her. She continued to stare right back at him and tried not to notice just how handsome he was. "Indians." The man's eyes narrowed further as he said this, as if expecting some reaction from her.
"Have we met?" "Oh, well," Ellie stammered, suddenly embarrassed at her own behavior. "I didn't realize that you meant... or that she was... well, it doesn't really matter that she is one of the People, does it? What a lovely way of putting that, much better than Indian. Anyway, he shouldn't have treated her that way. I only saw someone being taken advantage of. I do tend to stick my nose in when I see that. A terrible habit of mine but there you have it." Thinking the incident resolved, Ellie again moved to retrieve her things from the ground. "Now, if you will excuse me, sir, I really must find my friends..." The man moved to block her yet again, apparently not quite finished with her yet.

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"Little Flower?" Ellie asked, confused for a moment by the unusual name. "Oh, you mean the woman? The clerk in the store gave her a difficult time about buying a blanket. First, he blatantly refused to wait on her and then he tried to charge her five dollars! She left without it so, I bought the blanket for her." She paused in her explanation, suddenly, tilted her head and stared up at him. This was quite difficult given the differences in their heights. "Why do you want to know, so rudely I might add?" The stranger looked Ellie up and down rather deliberately, his black eyes returning to stare into hers once more. Having found herself in similar situations before, Ellie simply endured his frank appraisal. He seemed surprised she challenged him, her hands now on her hips defiantly, but then bullies usually were surprised when anyone stood up to them. This one seemed no exception. His expression relaxed only a little. "I am usually the one protecting The People around here." "The People? I'm not familiar...with…?" Ellie asked, noticing he was still staring at her. She continued to stare right back at him and tried not to notice just how handsome he was. "Indians." The man's eyes narrowed further as he said this, as if expecting some reaction from her.<br />
"Have we met?" "Oh, well," Ellie stammered, suddenly embarrassed at her own behavior. "I didn't realize that you meant... or that she was... well, it doesn't really matter that she is one of the People, does it? What a lovely way of putting that, much better than Indian. Anyway, he shouldn't have treated her that way. I only saw someone being taken advantage of. I do tend to stick my nose in when I see that. A terrible habit of mine but there you have it." Thinking the incident resolved, Ellie again moved to retrieve her things from the ground. "Now, if you will excuse me, sir, I really must find my friends..." The man moved to block her yet again, apparently not quite finished with her yet.</blockquote>
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