***SPOTLIGHT*** Me & Mr. Jones by Lindsay Marie Miller

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Title: Me & Mr. Jones

Author: Lindsay Marie Miller

Release Date: October 7, 2015

Synopsis: Finley O’Connell is a shy, reserved college student, who has no intention of ever trusting another man. At nineteen, Finley spends her Friday nights alone, studying clinical psychology to ease her mind of the abusive childhood she has yet to overcome. Her new professor, the young, charismatic Cabel Jones, begins to take an interest in Finley, whose first instinct is to run. But when an ordinary experiment turns to bloodshed, Finley must rely on Cabel, as the two hide away in a rustic, secluded cabin in the wilderness. Plagued by deception and fear, Finley soon finds herself in the arms of the one man on campus who can never truly be hers.

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Author Bio: Lindsay Marie Miller was born and raised in Tallahassee, FL, where she graduated from high school as Valedictorian. Afterwards, Lindsay attended Florida State University and graduated Summa Cum Laude with an English Literature major, Psychology minor, and Specialized Studies in Markets and Institutions. Lindsay is the author of the romantic thrillers, Me & Mr. Jones and Emerald Green – the first a New Adult novel, the second a Young Adult novel. Emerald Green is the first installment in a four-part series, while Me & Mr. Jones will be accompanied by a sequel. In her free time, Lindsay enjoys singing, playing the piano and guitar, and writing songs. Lindsay currently resides in her hometown of Tallahassee, FL, where she enjoys summers under the sun, in the company of beloved family and friends.

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Teagan’s Return – Falling Apart – Part One.

I’ve never done this before, I mean posted a story on here. My editing process with Kissing Katie is taking much longer than I expected and the truth of the matter is I’m very unhappy with not writing. I won’t write a whole new Falling book, but, god I miss Teagan. I’ll be posting her story here, when the mood takes me. I hope you guys aren’t too saddened by what you read, but you know what Teagan is like… 

He shifted beside me so I willed my eyes to open and for lucidity to come, immediately wishing for the calming blackness that sleep provides to return. I watched the muscles of his smooth pale back contract and release as he sat on the edge of the bed.

I wanted to groan as the memories of the previous nights antics began to trickle into my brain like water being added to potassium to create a fulmination. But, to do so would have alerted him to my conscious state.

I knew the evidence of what I’d done would be there if I wanted to grace it with my eyes. But, I didn’t need to, because I knew. To relive the words over again would merely serve up a dish of further melancholy.

The overwhelming pain in my chest delivered a message that I didn’t want to receive…I’d fucked up again. Pain, not a new thing to me, but this wasn’t a physical thing. The chest pain wasn’t the side effect of a heart attack. How could it be? But, even vampires aren’t immune to the agony that pure emotion produces.

Bartholomew rose and I closed my eyes in response. He may have looked down on me, considering me still to be sleeping, but I rarely looked back at him these days.

I can’t distinguish where along the line our paths forked. I’d always viewed him with an epic admiration. He’d been my deity for the past ten years. The man I adored, respected, and loved above all else.

He’d saved me from myself and showered me with a love so hard that I took the steps away from the path of self-destruction. He made what should have been an exigent journey, effortless. Perhaps, that’s why I edged my way back to the path with a similar ease. Because, to value something you must slave for it.

We’d frolicked through my personal version of the resplendent Garden of Eden. He’d held my hand so tightly. Only I’d prized his fingers away, now I stood beneath the apple tree gazing up with an unfathomable starvation.

“Are you getting up, Teagan?” His softly spoken question was laced with a despondency that I knew I had created with my excessive behaviour.

“Yes. Just give me a moment to think,” I said, keeping my eyes closed to the world both metaphorically and literally speaking.

After savouring a few more moments of numbing blackness my eyes opened followed by that familiar empty feeling resting heavy in the pit of my stomach. It couldn’t have been mistaken for hunger. I’d fed well the previous night on wine-drenched blood after generously sharing the bottles with my victim. No, this emptiness smacked of despair.

I traipsed downstairs, knowing that I must try to think clearly and sit at the head of The Assembly with my husband for the trial of a reckless vampire. What a bittersweet taste, judging and condemning a creature for actions that I myself took on an ever-increasing basis. I almost wanted to laugh, but the release of it didn’t feel appropriate for someone that still possessed an ounce of humanity, albeit well disguised.

“Do you wish to discuss last night?”

I raised a brow. “Why? I don’t recall any specific event.”

He pursed his lips, lowered his head and gazed up at me through hooded lids. “I thought not. You stumbled to bed, your movements uncontrollable with drink. You clawed at your face and expressed your desire to be able to cry. What happened?”

I lowered my head and fisted a hand in my fiery red hair. I recalled precisely the reason I desired to submit to such a human response to pain.

My minds eye tortured me with that apple hanging mercilessly just beyond my grasp.

I untangled my fingers from my hair and straightened my spine for I knew I displayed a reproach in my actions that I couldn’t allow him to see.

“I have no idea, love,” I said with a half decent attempt at nonchalance and offered him a tight smile.

There was no point of dwelling on what had been communicated. It was simply why I continually chose the cataclysmic option over sweet enjoyment that perturbed me. To set myself apart from the entity that I so desired? To alienate myself? I guessed that was the case.

But every night when I awoke to the glint of the moon on my empty wine glass, I experienced nothing short of regret and self-disgust. I think I knew when it started that such an incredible creature would eventually tire of my pernicious drunken debauchery.

Bartholomew beckoned me with his movements toward the door. I followed mindlessly, my brain cemented on the woodsy scent of that tree and the single delicious apple, radiantly flecked with sunshine dangling from its wholesome branches.

I briefly glanced at his face as we travelled to The Assembly’s headquarters, nothing, I felt nothing. We were tied merely by bond and duty. Although that apple seemed no closer to being in my hand, I hoped that as the night drew in that it still wished for me to devour it.

Later, when I raised and sent that gavel crashing down onto the block and sentenced the haphazard vampire to death by absinthe, I decided in that very moment that I had to change or risk breaking the branches of that exquisite tree.

***REVIEW*** Food Lust and Two-Way Glass by JD Lexx (Crimson Confessions)

Before I got settled into my latest read I thought I’d better write the reviews that these two books deserve. I read them very quickly in close succession and life got in the way of me posting the reviews immediately.

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I wasn’t really sure what this book would do for me going into it. I’m married to a head chef that has won more culinary competitions that my walls can stand the weight of. Having said that, I’m not really a ‘foodie’. I used to be, but after years of never making the grade in the kitchen, I gave up. Who wouldn’t? Okay, I probably wouldn’t have if Chef Marco had been my teacher.

Jessica is a tragic singleton who is forced to attend a stuffy social gathering with a friend. The audiences appetites are whet for more than just the food. Every woman is vying for the attention of the gorgeous Italian chef, Marco. They are practically tripping over themselves to be his sous chef for the evening.

Jessica decides that the snooty soiree isn’t for her and makes to leave. Chef Marco selects her to be his sous chef before she manages to escape.

The banter and electric flirtation between the two sends sparks flying off the page and leaves you in a giggly, excited mess. When the evening comes to an end you’ll be left hungry for more…no, starving.

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Jessica had given Marco a fake name, and I’m guessing she was living to regret that when she became throughly infatuated with the man that she’d spent the evening behind the kitchen counter with. She has a second chance when a raffle for a private evening with the celebrity chef himself is announced. Jessica greedily hoards tickets for the event and silently prays that her ship will come in. Of course, it does…

This part of the book is what truly made me sit up straight. I’m not that fond of sharp implements, I have a tendency to cut myself by even looking at a knife. Also, I have a horrific ‘fingers being chopped off’ phobia. But, excuse my language, Christ Almighty! When he cut her bra off with a kitchen knife I almost wanted to go to the kitchen and have a go on myself.

The clever playfulness and the smooth, seamless effect of the writing is also something that shouldn’t go without being mentioned. JD Lexx is truly a master of his craft.

However, the plot thickens. Jessica didn’t win that raffle prize after all. Chef Marco had spent time and effort to track her down. There’s nothing more of a turn on than a man who’s willing to go after what he wants…

Food Lust – an easy five strawberries

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This is the only book of Mr. Lexx’s that I have read written from a male point of view. If you’re looking for romance then this isn’t the book for you, but, you would be missing out if you decided to give it a miss.

This book, in my humble opinion, is a testosterone fuelled game of sexual gratification with the most inspiring and erotic scenes I’ve ever had the pleasure to read.

The game begins when big city lawyer, Morgan Parker, gets the promotion he’s worked hard for, he moves to his new office on the upper floor of the building. There lies, in the rival law firms office across the way, a mind-blowing and beautiful distraction. Sirena. Let the games begin…

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An immensely erotic and voyeuristic game of one-upmanship begins between the two, and Morgan becomes obsessed with beating his beautiful rival at the sexual cat and mouse game.

Lexx pens with such intensity that it forces you to experience and relish the raw and carnal desire that Morgan himself is feeling. Despite the lack of feeling other than the strong desire to win, I connected well with Mr. Parker and actually egged him on. I’d say it was a draw between the two in the end, a draw with a spine-tingling effect.

Excitement, rivalry and panty wetting scenes of an office affair will keep you turning the pages of this amazing book and wishing there was simply more of it in the end.

5 Light Bulbs

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