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Title: EVERYTHING I LOVE

Author: A.K. Evans

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Nikki Drake was just nine years old when she experienced her first heartbreak. Sixteen years and many betrayals later, she’s learned that life is what you make of it. Needing to leave the poison behind, Nikki joins her best friends and moves from the warm, sunny beaches of California to the cold, snowy mountains of Wyoming. She’s a loving and faithful friend who’s built a successful career despite the disappointments she’s experienced. While her past hasn’t stopped her from working hard and becoming a genuine and confident woman, it has affected one small part of her. Nikki refuses to give her heart to anyone ever again.

Luke Townsend is a man most women dream about. Underneath his tall, handsome exterior he’s charming, compassionate, sensitive and loyal. A dedicated snowboarder, Luke knows what it means to work hard for what he wants. And what Luke wants is Nikki.

When Luke tells Nikki he’s fallen in love with her, she’s devastated to think she’s going to hurt him the same way others have hurt her. Having resolved to live a life without romantic love, Nikki rejects Luke. Luke can sense that she needs some time so he walks away, vowing to find a way to her heart.

Three months after she pushed him away, Nikki decides to take a chance on Luke. He is patient and understanding while she struggles to allow herself to be vulnerable with him and to find the courage to trust he won’t hurt her. But when Nikki finally hands her heart of to him, Luke shatters her world with the truth.

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“Luke,” I began to protest.

“Please give me this, Nikki.” His pleading voice was strained. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

I’d never heard such raw emotion in his voice. I couldn’t say no, so I stretched my body out on the couch and rested my head in his lap. His hand immediately went to my hair while his other arm draped over my body just below my breasts.

My eyes found his as his hand stroked through the hair on my head. It was nice. Within minutes, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I tried to fight to stay awake, but I couldn’t. I was too exhausted. In fact, I was so tired that I was sure I started dreaming. Luke was in my dream, cradling my head in his lap and stroking my hair.

He was doing that, providing me with comfort I hadn’t had since before my dad left, when I heard him say with such determination it felt like a promise, “I’m going to put you back together, baby girl.”

Even though it was odd, and likely because I was dreaming, I accepted his promise and whispered, “It won’t be easy.”

“You’ll be worth it.”

The next morning, I woke up alone, tucked in my bed. I realized that Luke must have brought me to my bedroom last night, where it seemed he took the liberty to make me comfortable. He removed my shoes, jeans, shirt, and bra, but left me in a camisole and panties.

For a brief moment, I allowed myself to recall the dream I had. In bringing that to the forefront of my mind, I realized just how much I wished it were true. I wished someone would have the determination to put me back together knowing it wouldn’t be easy, but still believing I’d be worth it.

I wished that someone was Luke.

More than that, I wished I had the courage to let him.

A.K. Evans is a married mother of two boys residing in a small town in northeastern Pennsylvania. After graduating from Lafayette College in 2004 with two degrees (one in English and one in Economics & Business), she pursued a career in the insurance and financial services industry. Not long after, Evans realized the career was not for her. She went on to manage her husband’s performance automotive business and drive the shop race cars for the next thirteen years. While the business afforded her freedoms she wouldn’t necessarily have had in a typical 9-5 job, after eleven years she was no longer receiving personal fulfillment from her chosen career path. Following many discussions, lots of thought, and tons of encouragement, Andrea decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer.

Between her day job, writing, and homeschooling her two boys, Evans is left with very little free time. When she finds scraps of spare time, she enjoys reading, doing yoga, watching NY Rangers hockey, dancing, and vacationing with her family. Andrea, her husband, and her children are currently working on taking road trips to visit all 50 states (though, Alaska and Hawaii might require flights).

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Title: DEMONS
Author: J.L. Drake
Series: Devil’s Reach
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release: March 27th
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctors Design
Cover Model: Josh Mario John
Photographer: Lane Dorsey

Trigger
I thought the light would bring redemption. Salvation. But it only brought the Devil to my doorstep. My demons are breaking through, and the reaper is moving closer. My weakness has been exposed, and there’s only one person who can calm this hell…

Tess
I broke a promise to myself, and now I’m paying for it. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be a part of this hell. But I don’t have a choice…

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Tess

Wind whipped my hair and blocked my view of the choppy sea. My feet dangled over the edge of the pier as I held on to the rail and watched three surfers decide if they wanted to do battle with Mother Nature tonight.

One man, who looked to be in his forties, raced into the water, duck-dove under the whitecaps, and surfaced a few yards from shore. He looked back at the other two, and they waved him off and headed back up toward the parking lot.

He paddled out farther past the break. His movements were smooth and thought out. Once he got to a certain point, he hiked up to a seated position and watched the waves as if he were counting them. Or maybe he was waiting for just the right one. Either way, he seemed calm and fearless.

His sense of serenity seemed to pass over me as I relaxed into the cool wood.

I brushed my hair out of my face and held it down to the side with one hand. A raindrop hit the tip of my eyelash, then another and another. It didn’t matter if it poured. I wanted to watch him.

To be so fearless, faced with such a great force, was hypnotizing. I could almost feel his rush as his body tensed. The wave he was watching began to rise, and it gained height and speed as it plowed toward him, its power building. I stepped up to get a better look, gripping the wooden post between my legs to steady myself.

He turned his board and started to paddle with all his might. Just as he was on the top, about to be toppled over, he stood and effortlessly glided along the inside of the tube. The curve of the wave chased wildly behind him.

Water sprayed with the chaos of the wind. The moon fought to shine brightly through the heavy clouds. Yet another moment I wished my camera was attached to my hip.

My breath was caught in my throat and my hands were white, unsure of how he was going to end his ride.

It was graceful beauty the way he showed respect to the sea, and the sea to him. His hand reached out and skimmed the water as if to say thanks before he jerked and tumbled beneath the surface.

Wow. I stood motionless as the dark water swallowed him up and he disappeared. Their moment was over.

I laughed at how wrapped up I was in it all. Growing up without the coast, you never really understood the draw, but now I did.

My phone rang, and I saw there was a missed call from a Vegas area code.

Hmm.

I tapped the play button and heard my doctor’s tired voice telling me I need to come back in, but since she knew I wouldn’t, as I’d avoided all her other calls, she would like me to call the office tomorrow for a phone consultation.

Well, shit, that can’t be good.

“I hope you can swim.”

I turned to find the surfer behind me with his board in hand. He was aged and weathered, but the smile in his eyes left no doubt how young his soul was.

“Well enough.”

His eyes crinkled as he came a little closer. “You’d be dealing with a strong current and one hell of an undertow.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in, then.”

“Yeah, Trigger would open Pandora’s box.”

I carefully eased off the railing and tugged my shirt back down in place.

“You know Trigger?”

He motioned for me to follow him back down the pier.

“Everyone knows Trigger and his club. They’re good people, despite their rep.” He flung his wet hair out of his face. “Known him for about ten years now.

He’s my best client.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and he eyed me strangely. “Can’t see Trigger on a surfboard.”

“Ha! Like cats and water, they don’t mix.” He joined in my laughter. “No, I have a tattoo parlor in the back of my surf shop. I’ve probably done eighty-five percent of Trigger’s tats.”

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow, curious what he knew about Trigger.

“Yup.” He lifted his huge board into the back of his topless Jeep. “You need a lift back?”

I shook my head. “Honestly, I’m not ready to go back yet.”

“You can’t stay here.”

“Why?” I shrugged. “It’s peaceful.”

He opened the passenger side door and rested his arm over the top. “Storm is coming in, and this is neutral territory—which really means fair game.” “Serpents are gone,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but the Stripe Backs aren’t. Besides, Trigger would have my head on a stick if he knew I saw you

and didn’t take you back.” “I appreciate it, but I’m good.”

He rubbed the water from his face and smirked.

“He certainly didn’t sugarcoat your stubbornness.” I rolled my eyes. “I could use the company at my shop.

You can hang out there until you feel like going back.”

I hesitated. Just because he said he knew Trigger didn’t mean he did. He must have noticed my mood change, as he pointed to his forearm.

“Under his right arm, he has the words Forever Damned written in script. I promise you, I’m the least of your worries.”

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Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children. When she’s not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing. An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue. She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.