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Welcome to Panic, a sultry Miami nightclub where bodies and hearts move to a beat that doesn’t stop at sunrise—the setting for an emotionally charged series from the bestselling author of the Worth the Fight novels.

When Katherine Wilson passes out in the arms of the hottest man she’s ever seen, it’s not because of the lights, the pulsating music, or the crowded dance floor. It’s because she can’t enjoy a night out like a normal person, not with her debilitating anxieties. These panic attacks are going to destroy her life unless she takes control—or gets a helping hand. So after the club’s bad-boy owner personally escorts her home, Katherine feels something urgent and primal awaken inside of her.

Nick Moreno doesn’t need a headache like Katherine. A drug bust has put his father behind bars and forced Nick to take over the daily business of his family’s South Beach nightclub. His head tells him to walk away—but his body has other ideas. Katherine’s vulnerability, her grace and courage, compel him to reach out. And when they kiss, Nick is overcome by desire: to pull her close, and promise that his embrace will always be the safest place on earth.

“Do one thing that scares you every day,” I say to myself as I walk to the elevator.

I keep thinking that if I can get in that stupid elevator, I can go to my sister’s wedding. Because nothing can be worse than being in a tiny steel box held up by a cable. If it malfunctions, either I’ll plummet to my demise or I’ll be stuck inside, helpless and in the dark.

For weeks now I’ve walked over to it every day, pressed the button, and then run back to my apartment when it dings open, like it’s a monster coming to get me. I know that I’m working myself up. I know what reality is, and I understand the extremely low statistical likelihood that any of the things I envision will actually happen. I’m not completely insane. But I also can’t help the fear that bubbles up inside me and distorts my logic.

Today, however, I woke up with a new sense of bravery and determination and I’m going to take advantage of it.

I know that the cable is made of steel and it will not break.

I know that the elevator is in working order.

I know that it takes only 22.9 seconds from the time it closes on the fifth floor to the time it opens in the lobby.

Still, I’m nervous. Less so then previous days, though.

I dial Nico because even with everything that I know, I need someone with me.

“My sweet Katherine,” he says over the music in the background.

“I need you.”

I notice the change in him, even over the phone. “Wait, what? I’ll be right there.”

The fact that he is so quick to rush to my rescue is heartwarming, but I don’t need him physically here, so I clarify quickly. “No, no, no. Stay there. That’s not what I meant. I need you to stay on the line with me.”

“Okay. Hold on a second—I need quiet. I can barely hear you.” I hear the music become quieter and quieter. “All right. What’s going on?”

“If I say the safe word and tell you to call the police or firemen or whatever, just do it, no questions asked, okay?”

“What?” He sounds alarmed. “What the hell is going on, Katherine?”

“I’m getting on the elevator and I’m going to the lobby. If it gets stuck, I need you to call for help.”

“For fuck’s sake, Katherine, you scared the hell out of me.” He lets out a breath. “Okay, I’ll wait on the phone. Or do you want to wait for me to come over? I can be there in ten minutes and do this with you,” he says while I press the button.

“No. I need to do this alone. Also, what good would it do me if you’re stuck in there with me?”

“It’s not going to get stuck,” he says with a chuckle, and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.

“So how’s the club tonight?”

“I heard the ding, baby. Stop procrastinating and get inside.”

I look at the open door. The elevator car looks so ominous, and now I don’t know if I can do it.

“Get that cute little ass in the elevator.”

“Never mind—I changed my mind.”

“No. You’ve never called me for this before. You’re obviously feeling good about it. I’m proud of you for doing this.”

As the door starts to close I press the button again, and the closing doors reopen.

“So get inside. You can do this.”

“Nico, I don’t—”

“Yes, you can. Don’t finish that sentence. You’ve done more in the last few weeks than you’ve done in a long time. You can absolutely do this. I know you can. Don’t you want to be free?”

I do. Damn it, I do. I take a step and then another one. My feet feel heavy and my heart is beating a mile a minute. I can hear that he’s breathless too.

“Corazón, just roll with it. Get inside,” he says softly.

 

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These Simple Scars
Emma Wicker
Publication date: May 8th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Sometimes, the worst scars are the ones that can’t be seen.

After fleeing her abusive father, Faith’s goal is to find a job and earn enough to finally be able to live in safety. When she ends up stranded in the sleepy town of Silver, Georgia, it’s not long before she meets sexy mechanic Garrett. His willingness to help her one minute then dismiss her the next, leave Faith confused by this guarded and irresistible man.

Although Garrett has left the military, the war returned home with him. An attraction to the new girl in town takes him by surprise, but if he’s to keep his scars hidden, Faith is no-go. His heart tells him to trust, but his mind is determined to get the better of him.

As the pair deal with their wounds, tragedy threatens to rip them apart. Supported by new friends, Garrett and Faith wrestle with their pasts and an unexpected love they fear won’t last.

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~Faith~

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I will not cry.

Fisting my auburn hair in my hands. I growled under my breath and slammed my foot against the car tire.

“Oww.”

Pain pulsed in my toe and I growled again. “Dammit to hell.”

I cast my eyes left and right down the dusty brown road. Fields to my left. Fields to my right. Up ahead in the distance—yep, more fields. But this is how it goes, right? No one ever breaks down at a gas station or an auto repair shop.

Cussing to myself, I rounded my beater and popped the hood, weirdly situated at the back of the car. A small puff of smoke swirled through the air, weaving up my nasal

passages and down my throat. I coughed at the acrid taste and swiped my hand in front of my face a few times to clear it. A quick survey of the engine told me everything I needed to know. That I was one hundred percent clueless when it came to cars. I knew zip, zero, nothing. Nothing really looked out of place. Perhaps the white foamy looking stuff around the engine … or radiator … or whatever, may be cause for concern, but it could be quite normal too.

Stretching out my back, and gritting my teeth through the pain, I turned again to stare down the road, mentally kicking myself for a) not owning a cell phone, and b) not paying attention to the road signs. Not that it would do much good without a map. Other than crossing the state line into Georgia a few hours ago, I couldn’t remember a single town name I’d passed through.

Sweat trickled between my breasts, the sun doing its very best to fry my pale skin. Resolute to begin walking toward salvation, wherever that may be, I fished my small bag from the car. I told myself I’d be fine. I’d watched enough Man vs Wild to survive a hike, although I drew the line at drinking my own urine.

Taking a single step forward I froze, hope flourishing like a new bloom in my chest. I squinted a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. It’s said that if you spend too long in the desert, you start to see mirages. Not that I was in a desert, nor had I found myself stranded for days, but you never know. Dust billowed in the distance as a dirty blue truck rumbled toward me. As it approached, I threw my bag back into my car, then waved my arms above my head, praying to the good Lord above that whoever held the wheel would be kind enough to stop. Please stop. Please, please stop.

As the truck closed in on me, it slowed, and I fist pumped. Salvation!

The wheels ground to a halt and I waited expectantly for my hero to emerge. As the seconds ticked by, what if’s started creeping into my brain. The truck windows were blacked out. What if it housed a murderer with a meat cleaver? What if the driver turned out to be a crazy lady like the one from Misery and held me captive until I wrote her a book even though I can just about write a grocery list? Oh my God … what if the Chippendales were on tour and their bus broke so they had to use the sound guy’s pickup. Mmm, now that what if sounded good. Hang on … do the Chippendales even have a sound guy? No matter, knowing my luck, the Chipmunks would probably emerge.

The click of the handle cut through the quiet afternoon as the door swung open. Boots thudded onto the dusty road. Brown leather, worn, leading up to faded blue jeans. The man stepped out from behind the door and I worked extra hard to keep my jaw locked tight. Drooling is never a good first impression. A worn maroon t-shirt clung to his muscular frame, pinching around his sculpted biceps. His angular jaw held a dark shadow, his lips full and kissable. As he walked toward me, his features became more visible. Straight nose, rich brown messy hair almost touching his shoulders, sun kissed skin. One of his thick, straight eyebrows rose as I drank in his hazel eyes.

Oh my God, my panties are on fire.

“You all right?” he asked.

His thick southern drawl really set the fire ablaze.

Oh my God, now I just need new panties.

I dry swallowed, then cleared my throat. “My car broke.” Fuck me. I clenched my left fist, willing my hand not to automatically face palm, though I deserved it. My car broke. Really? Way to sound like a two-year-old.

Mystery hero man blinked a couple of times, shifting on his feet. “Mind if I take a look?”

I puffed out a breath between my lips, steadying my jumbled brain. “Please, that would be wonderful. It’s a classic VW Bug and a bit odd, so the engine is at the back of the car.”

He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, and I could’ve sworn he was trying to suppress a grin. I ushered him around to the back of the car and planted my hands on my hips while he bent over the hood. His jeans hugged his ass, and I tipped my head to the side, giving it a good ogle. Women can really be as bad as men when it comes to ogling. Certainly this woman could. God, that ass though. I’m pretty sure there’s not a girl on earth that wouldn’t stare at his delectable rear.

“Head gasket,” he said emerging from beneath the hood.

“Oh good.”

He raised his brow at me again and shook his head slowly from side to side.

I hedged my bets. “Not good?”

“Costly. You’ll need a tow to the local repair shop and, depending on the damage, either a new head gasket or a new ride.”

“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath, earning another eyebrow raise. Well whatever, I wasn’t going to apologize for swearing. Yet it popped out of my mouth anyway. I’m a serial sorrier. Whether it’s my fault or not, I apologize. It slips out as easy as a breath. It’s kind of ingrained. “Sorry. I’m just trying to get somewhere fast.” Well, away from somewhere, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah, you won’t be going much of anywhere. Not in that, anyway.” He pointed at my precious rust bucket, my only real belonging.

Pressing my fingers to my temples, figures rushed through my head. A tow would set me back at least a hundred dollars, depending on how far the repair shop was, and I had no clue what a head gasket was, let alone how much it would cost to replace. Whatever it may be, it all added up to ‘I can’t afford it’. I had cash—a little savings I’d painstakingly squirreled away—but I didn’t want to part with any of it.

“Do you have any idea how much it might cost to repair? I really don’t know anything about cars.”

His muscles flexed as he reached around and rubbed his long hand on the back of his neck. “Look, I don’t want to scare you, but it’s not going to be cheap. You have triple A?”

I shook my head, cringing as I munched on the corner of my lower lip. This guy was going to think me a total idiot, but I simply couldn’t afford breakdown cover … and to be honest the vehicle, though fundamental to me, wasn’t worth that much anyway.

I glanced up at my mystery hero to find him staring at me, his eyes boring a hole into mine.

“I’ll tow you to the auto repair shop, that’ll save you some cash.”

My eyeballs started drying up, I held them open so wide. “You’d do that? For a total stranger?”

I flustered as he held out his hand, my cheeks warming when after a moment of standing there like a dummy, I realized that he wanted to shake mine.

“Garrett,” he said as his warm palm closed around mine, and for the first time he cracked a smile. My heart lurched at the dimple in his left cheek. For some reason, I found it endearing.

“Faith,” I said as I held on for probably longer than I needed. I sure had the queen of awkward thing down pat.

“Now we’re not strangers.”

As he lowered a ramp and hooked my beater up to his dusty pickup, I thanked my lucky stars that he’d shown up. Random acts of kindness … never thought they existed. Certainly, I’d never experienced one.

“Ready?” he asked opening the passenger door.

“Yes, thank you.” I winced as I climbed inside, being careful of my tender back.

Garrett climbed into the driver side and belted himself in, then started the engine. He sat for a moment, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel while staring out the window. I shifted in my seat, the air around us becoming a little … uncomfortable and I only realized the problem when he asked, “Seatbelt?”

I concealed my stuttering hand as best I could as I reached out and buckled up, keeping a neutral pose against the pain the material pressing against my bruised chest caused. Once safely fixed in place, Garrett pulled out onto the road and performed a U-turn. I clenched my hands, my fingernails digging into my palms. One jolt would be enough to send a world of pain through my chest or ribs. I prayed that Garrett was a sensible kind of driver. After a moment of safe cruising, I relaxed.

“Thank you again for helping me out. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

Garrett kept his eyes fixed on the road. “Not a problem. You got anyone you can stay with in Silver?”

“Silver?” I asked.

“The town I’m taking you to. It’s not real big and I haven’t seen you around before, so assumed you’re visiting?”

“Oh, no. I’m just passing through.”

For the first time since he started the engine, he glanced across at me. “People don’t simply pass through Silver. If they end up there it’s for one of two reasons: they either meant to, or they’re lost. So which one are you?”

I scratched the side of my head—a nervous tic of mine. “Lost, I guess.”

“All right, well don’t worry. The people of Silver are friendly enough, but you’ll have to find a place to stay. Once we’re there, I’ll give you directions to the local motel.”

Shit, shit, double shit. I’d failed to factor in the cost of finding somewhere to stay on top of fixing the car. The car was supposed to be my one woman home for the foreseeable future. Fangrandtastic.

As I struggled to work out what the hell I was going to do, I got lost inside my own head, so when Garrett slammed his door shut, I jumped a mile.

The passenger door opened and he leaned back a little. “You all right?”

“Yeah, good. Thank you. Just got lost in thought.”

He narrowed his eyes but seemed to accept my explanation. “Well, we’re here. Let me get you booked in and then I’ll give you the address of the motel.”

I stepped out of the car and into a brightly lit repair shop. Grey concrete flooring spread across a vast expanse, splashes of color from the several cars in various stages of being worked on making it appear all the brighter. The scent of oil and grease hung thick in the air. I breathed it in, loving how it cleared my head. Florida Georgia Line blasted from the radio, and though my sore body remained still, inside I was definitely dancing to the lyrics of ‘This Is How We Roll’.

“Watcha got, Garrett?” a male voice boomed as Garrett approached the desk at the back of the shop.

Instead of stopping in front of the desk, like I expected him to, Garett rounded the corner and busied himself leafing through a large notepad.

“You work here?” I didn’t mean to sound so accusatory, it just came out like that. Figures reared their ugly head again and I realized that I may not have gotten a free tow after all. Of course he was a mechanic. Why else would he have expensive towing equipment hooked up to his truck?

The other man behind the desk smiled broadly, his dark eyes twinkling. More muscular than Garrett, much more stubble on his face, and slightly taller, the guy was a hulk. “He sure does. You’re lucky he came across you. I’m assuming that’s what happened?” He frowned as he craned over Garrett’s shoulder to glance at the book he was leafing through. “We’ve had no call outs.”

“Came across her out on the main drag. Head gasket,” Garrett said as he penned something onto the paper.

“Oooo,” the man said eyeing my beater. “Tough break.”

“Maybe.” Garrett shrugged, then directed his attention back to me. “Me and Dylan will take a quick look later and get back to you with the problem and costs.”

The other guy—Dylan—flashed me a megawatt smile. “You’ve no need to worry. We may sound like ‘em, but we ain’t no rednecks.”

I cringed inwardly at the term, whilst also trying to hide my amusement. While Garrett definitely had a strong accent, Dylan’s accent placed him a little further out, maybe Midwest.

“I’m gonna need your contact details,” Garrett said, pen tapping against paper.

I twisted my fingers together. “Umm, well—I don’t have a cell.”

“That’s all right, I can contact you at the motel. Just need your name then.”

“Right. Hudson, Faith,” I said as I watched him scrawl my name down.

“Okay, Hudson Faith,” Dylan said, his ever present grin somehow resembling mischief. “We’ll give you a call as soon as we know.”

“Here,” Garrett slid a small card across the desk. “There’s a map on the back. When you leave here, follow the driveway until you reach the road, then make a left, follow that …”

“Dude, you’re gonna make her walk?” Dylan said.

Garrett’s eyes narrowed, his jaw flexing. He blinked slow, his chest rising in what looked like a little huff. “All right, I’ll give you a ride there.”

What the hell was all that about? The charming guy who’d just helped me out big time, had turned into a sullen ass.

I held up my hands, palms flat out. “It’s okay. I don’t want you going to any trouble.” It sure looked like he would rather be doing anything else.

Dylan slapped his hand on the counter, sending a slight jolt through me. “Of course it’s no trouble. A pretty girl like you in need of help. Garrett would love to, wouldn’t you Garrett?”

Sure didn’t seem that way as Garrett mumbled something I couldn’t quite catch, then roughly unhooked my car and ushered me back inside his truck. Seemed quite the opposite, in fact.

Author Bio:

Born in Dublin Ireland, E.L. Wicker moved to England when she was nine years old. There she attended Coombe Girls School and her love of writing developed as she began to win literary competitions. A graduate of the Social Science’s at University of Essex, E.L. Wicker uses her knowledge of human nature to craft interesting characters and emotional relationships. Fractured Immortal is her first publication and the first in The Bearwood series.

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Who She Was
Stormy Smith
Publication date: May 4th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult

Trevor Adler loathes the music he used to love, but it’s the key to his full-ride scholarship and the ticket away from his dysfunctional parents. To kick off their freshman year, Trevor’s roommate drags him to a frat party, where he ends up face-to-face with his childhood best friend and finds himself entrenched in memories he’d rather forget.

Unable to let Charlie go again without understanding the truth of why she disappeared from his life and chose to become the type of person they always hated, Trevor is relentless in his pursuit of the girl he once knew.

Charlotte (Charlie) Logan is broken. Under her perfectly-crafted exterior are the shards of a shattered heart. A handful of angry words changed her life completely and Charlie’s never been able to forgive herself for the truth she’s hidden from everyone.

While Trevor pushes Charlie to remember the music that lit her soul and the laughter they shared, they find themselves reverting to a banter-filled rhythm that feels all too familiar, yet different now. When Trevor’s own secrets come to light, it becomes clear he and Charlie both must face their tragic pasts if they have any hope at a future together.

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EXCERPT:

Chapter One

Charlie

August

“Are you guys ready for this?”

The overly-excited frat boy in charge yelled into the microphone and the backyard of the Sigma Alpha house hit deafening levels. Inside their dingy kitchen, I shared a wary look with a few of the Kappa pledges.

“As much fun as we’re already having tonight, it’s about to get real! The fifth annual dating auction is about to start. That means the only thing standing between you and a hot little sorority pledge is your parents’ money!”

A petite redhead who barely looked fifteen, let alone eighteen, drew back the curtain of the kitchen window to peek out as he continued and then giggled.

“I can’t believe rush week is finally here and tonight is the auction!” She actually clapped her hands together and I forced my eyes not to disappear into the back of my head. “I hope Austin bids on me,” she gushed. “He’s so hot.”

“And you will be yet another notch on his freshman bedpost,” I muttered before I could stop myself. The girl behind me in line stifled a chuckle, and I smiled knowing there was someone else who understood how absurd this was.

“Your mom was a Kappa, too?” She asked.

I nodded. The line of sorority pledges filed forward through the kitchen to the back door as the emcee announced the next piece of meat up for bid. I kept my eyes forward and not on the half-filled keg cups and ripped open chip bags.

“Can you believe we have to go through with this just to pledge?” The girl twisted a piece of her hair and I didn’t miss the fear that flashed in her eyes. “The worst part was when I told my mom, she was actually excited.”

We took another step forward as I shook my head in disbelief. I hadn’t bothered to even tell my mother since it wouldn’t have mattered. Getting in was all she was worried about and Katie was the only one who ever mattered to her.

Then, I was next. I swallowed down my own anxiety and pressed my sweating palms down my skirt. It was tight and high-waisted, and my heels were higher than I was comfortable with.

Katie would have loved me in it.

I missed my Chucks.

My name came over the crackling sound system and I felt warm fingers encircle my own.

“You’ll do great, Charlotte,” she encouraged. I hadn’t even bothered to ask her name and she’d been astute enough to pluck mine from the bio being read to the crowd. I gave her a tight-lipped smile and returned the gesture even though I wanted to yank my hand from hers and wipe it off again.

I pushed through the torn screen door and pulled the humid August air into my lungs as I straightened my posture and put one foot in front of the other. My smile was so automatic it didn’t matter that I didn’t feel it anywhere but the shift in my cheeks—not too much teeth to seem fake, just enough for no one to ever think anything was wrong.

The emcee’s voice was lost in the cat calls. I heard bids of anywhere from five dollars to twenty as they commented on my rack or how my long hair would come in handy. My fingers tapped out a familiar rhythm onto my hip, one that I refused to acknowledge, but it was the only way I could keep circling the rickety stage.

I had to get into this sorority. It was what she wanted. It wasn’t optional.

“Two hundred and fifty dollars.” His voice silenced the crowd.

My smile didn’t waver as I let out a longer exhale and thanked whoever he was while also praying he wasn’t a psycho.

A sweaty, drunk guy helped me off the stage, and I was thankful when my heels sunk slightly into the ground because it was over and all the attention shifted to the next piece of cattle. I followed the turning heads in the direction of my bidder, who was still lost in the crowd.

The crowd shifted as their attention focused back on the next pledge up for bid. The light from the porch found him and he stood facing me, clearly waiting. For a split second, time stopped.

He smirked, catching my pause. The baby-face Trevor had the last time I saw him was gone. Instead, angular features and questioning eyes stared back at me.

I wanted to spin on my heel and run the other direction. Trevor was the slip knot of my life. The carefully intertwined ropes I’d wrapped around the person I used to be — the one he alone had understood and yet still abandoned — could be unraveled with one tug. He could destroy me and everything I’d done to atone for my mistake.

No one knew what I’d done. How it was all my fault. I’d never told anyone so he couldn’t know. It was a secret I desperately wanted to share so I no longer had to bear it alone, but knew I couldn’t.

“Fancy meeting you here, Charlie,” Trevor said as he pushed his thick-rimmed glass up his nose, failing to convince me he was any more comfortable with our impromptu reunion than I was.

I didn’t need him anymore. He was the who’d disappeared and left me all alone. It didn’t matter that he was the one who knew the rhythm I tapped out to get through the worst of times. Or that in an instant I remembered what real laughter felt like and the feel of ivory under my fingertips. It couldn’t matter. Not anymore.

I charged forward, auto-smiled and played the part I’d cast for myself.

“Charlotte,” I stated. “My name is Charlotte.”

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Stormy Smith calls Iowa’s capital home now, but was raised in a tiny town in the Southeast corner of the state. She grew to love books honestly, having a mom that read voraciously and instilled that same love in her.

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False Awakening
Cassandra Page
(Lucid Dreaming #2)
Publication date: August 2017
Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy

Melaina, half-human dream therapist, just wants her life to return to normal. Yes, her Oneiroi father is in prison and, yes, the place she worked burned down, but she has a cute boyfriend and a new house. She beat the bad guy. She’s earned a break. Right?

Unfortunately for Melaina, people are still getting possessed by nightmare spirits; the police are investigating her past; and the bad guy’s brother, the Morpheus himself, is coming to town to demand answers. When a deranged ex-nurse checks himself out of hospital on the same day her cousin runs away from home, Melaina is dragged into a fight not just for her life but for her soul.

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Cassandra Page is a mother, author, editor and geek. She lives in Canberra, Australia’s bush capital, with her son and two Cairn Terriers. She has a serious coffee addiction and a tattoo of a cat — despite being allergic to cats. She has loved to read since primary school, when the library was her refuge, and loves many genres — although urban fantasy is her favourite. When she’s not reading or writing, she engages in geekery, from Doctor Who to AD&D. Because who said you need to grow up?

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