A Thin Line Between Love and Lust: A Poly Love Story by C E Long

Dominique- Torn from her loved ones by one of the south’s most devastating natural disasters, she was left alone to search for something or someone to fill that void. With exquisite beauty and a rapidly developing business sense, she seems to have all the tools necessary to succeed. But will the emptiness she was left with hold her back?

Angela- With two young children already in her nest, she is set to finally find a man of substance, for her life and theirs. But when she finds this man belongs to another, will she go for the physical fling that her body yearns for, or will she do what it takes to take this man and keep him for herself?

Nyla- Young and strong, yet tender of heart, she is motivated by passion and courage, while still being hindered by innocence and fear. Can she see herself diving into something new and unknown or has lost loves of the past already left her jaded and unwilling to give her heart up again?

Prince- All his life girls thought his friendship was too valuable to ever risk losing by having sex with him. Tired of being stuck in a never ending friend zone, he was set on leaving the good guy reputation behind him and start getting laid for a change. But after his potential is awoken, will he become just another womanizer, or is there the possibility of something greater…

Targeted Audience: 18+

Author Bio:
C E Long is from Oakland, CA currently living in Las Vegas, NV. Outside of writing he works closely with recovering drug and alcohol abusers. He himself has lived a life that has exposed him to people of all walks of life and this is reflected in his writing. His characters are usually reflections of real people, someone you may know, which gives his stories an aura of truth and realness not so often found in some of today’s mass produced fiction novels.

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I just wanted an outlet for my fantasies and experiences. Most of what you'll read are true events. The characters you'll read about are real people. I simply embellished some stories and did a lot of combining multiple people to make one character.

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Roses for the Sparrow by Mary Elizabeth Fricke

Sparrow-CoverIt was bad enough that her best friend/employer took off on an extended honeymoon leaving Jani to oversee the building of their new business alone. In strolls this tall, dark and handsome contractor who makes it clear he intends to become the center of Jani’s attention. But, is Rick too good to be true? Why is he the one who continually finds long stemmed roses on her car or at her door? What kind of admirer leaves expensive roses to freeze on windshields or be trampled on the floor?

Some girls have all the luck─ or maybe that’s no luck at all.

How often does a girl have two stalkers after her at the same time?

Targeted Audience: 21—-and over

Author Bio:
I have lived my entire life within five miles of the Missouri River. My husband and I own and operate a farm that has been consistently owned and operated by his family for five generations. We raise approximately 800 acres of corn and soybeans annually; along with, maintaining pasture and hay ground for our herd of cattle

I have been published in non-fiction for more than twenty-five years. My autobiography ‘Dino, Godzilla, and the Pigs was published by SoHo Press in 1993. Since then I have had articles published in various national magazines and on the internet. As a member of the Heartland Writers Guild, I have been serving as editor of the HWG monthly newsletter, The Heartland Writers Journal since 2002.. Most of my freelance work freelance work through the internet has been ‘ghost written’. However my most recent endeavor was a series of articles written and published for http://www.7score10.com a Civil War website

‘Pigeon in a Snare’ published by AKW Books (May, 2014)was my first fiction publication.
Pigeon in a Snare is #1 of a romantic suspense series collectively titled, “Birds in Peril”.

#2 of the series, Roses for the Sparrow was published on Oct. 3, 2014

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The primary character, Jani, of Roses for the Sparrow’ was introduced in ‘Pigeon In a Snare’. In Pigeon, Jani is Lisa Cromwell-Hunt’s assistant and dear friend. After Lisa is kidnapped Jani is instrumental in helping to capture Lisa from Humsler. By the end of Pigeon, however, Lisa was a bit perturbed with Jani’s enthusiasm to just push forward full steam ahead. Jani doesn’t understand Lisa’s need to recooperate. So, after I ended Pigeon, I kept wondering ‘What about Jani?” And so, in Roses for the Sparrow we get to know Jani as intimately as we came to know Lisa in Pigeon in a Snare.

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Shadow Heart by Pamela Taeuffer

Book Description
Nobody wants to talk about them, but there are events that occur in our lives that become deep dark secrets we hold inside. And they dramatically influence who we are and how we experience the world.

Such is the case for seventeen year-old Nicky Young who was raised by an alcoholic father and disengaged mother. While Nicky tries to make her way into the world she is confronted by the demons of her dysfunctional and sometimes violent upbringing.

As a young child, Nicky witnesses her older sister having her head slammed into a bowl of creamed corn by her father and then yanks his belt from the loops of his pants and begins to relentlessly beat her sister. It is experiences like this that ravage her self-esteem and make trusting men next to impossible…until at 17, Nicky meets Ryan Tilton, a high profile professional baseball player eight years her senior, who expresses an interest in her.
While she is interested in Ryan, Nicky questions his ulterior motive for wanting to be with an inexperienced girl. Is this man a scoundrel or does he genuinely care about her? Nicky is torn between protecting her vulnerable heart and wanting to trust Ryan and develop a relationship. Ryan brings his own demons to the party – losing his father at the age of fourteen, his early fame and a sexual partner from his past who will not leave him alone.

Will their young, uncertain love be enough to help them open their hearts and experience intimacy they both crave so deeply or is Nicky and Ryan on a collision course for failure?

Loosely based on the author’s life growing up in San Francisco, this inspired work of fiction deals with the disturbing secrets siblings share, the dance between love and protecting one’s heart, and the innate desire to connect with another even when it means risking everything.

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Against Her Will by Peter Martin

against_her_will_june_2013Rape is every woman’s worst nightmare, an act so vile, so devastating, it robs the victim of any sort of dignity, leaving scars that can last a. lifetime. Having family and friends rally round can make all the difference in the world. But without this support the victim may never fully recover.
Donna is such a victim. When she is brutally raped, her life comes crashing down, bringing with it memories of an unhappy childhood. Having lost everything dear to her, she almost succeeds in making the ultimate sacrifice, but for a young male nurse, who slowly helps her come to terms with the past. Just when she thinks she’s over the worst, she makes a horrifying discovery that puts her in mortal danger.

Targeted Audience: Thriller/Suspense/Mystery – 18+

Author Bio:
Born and bred in the West Midlands, Martin writes under the pen name of Peter Martin. Against Her Will is his debut novel, and is the story of one young woman’s fight to lead a normal life after a horrific rape.
Martin’s interests lie mainly in crime, suspense and thrillers. His favorite authors are diverse, including Robert Goddard, R J Ellory, Kate Mosse,Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Diane Chamberlain, Harper Lee,Wilbur Smith.
For more info martinperks.weebly.com

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Rape, the violation of the human body, is an act I’ve always found despicable. That a man could do this to a woman should not be tolerated. The fact that few of these crimes are even reported, let alone end up with a conviction, is beyond belief. But the worst of it is, what a woman has to go through, at a trial and afterwards. The memory of it and how it affects their lives can be devastating. I wanted to write a book, that brings this home, and shows how a woman suffers in a sincere and sensitive way. Hopefully my book conveys this, as well as being a thriller/suspense/mystery in it’s own right.

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Grace the Maid by Micki Street

gracemaidIn Sandton, South Africa, the Melja housing estate is abuzz with gossip. Grace’s longtime employer, Bonnie Beaufort, is finally pregnant, but before she can share the wonderful news with her husband of eight years, she discovers he’s left her for his pregnant secretary.

Grace embarks on a self-imposed mission to find Bonnie a suitable husband before her baby is born, while Bonnie is just trying to get through her divorce. Grace confabs with the other maids in the complex to divine a secretive plan to secure Clive Winterton, Bonnie’s handsome neighbour.

But Grace’s best-laid plans often go astray…

Targeted Audience: Comedy, Family

Author Bio:
Her other novel on Amazon – Before the Daisies Grow is about three English glamour grans and their escapdes. The sequel will be availalbe at the end of the year

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Pam of Babylon by Suzanne Jenkins

For Long Islander Pam Smith, keeping house and staying beautiful dominate her daily routine as she awaits the return of her husband, Jack, every Friday evening. When he suffers a fatal heart attack on the train home from Manhattan, Pam’s exquisitely arranged life is catapulted into turmoil as she is forced to face the realization that her marriage is nothing more than a black hole plagued with cruel infidelity, abuse, and sexual deviance. Witness Pam as she graciously and gracefully accepts the foul world her husband’s “other life” forces on her previously immaculate existence. Come along for the ride of your life as you ask yourself this one question. How well do I know my husband?

Targeted Audience: Adult

Author Bio:
Suzanne Jenkins is the author of the Pam of Babylon series, The Greektown Trilogy. Alice’s Summertime Adventure, The Savant of Chelsea and Atlas of Women. Her short story Vapor will appear in Willow Review, Spring 2013. A retired operating room nurse after living in New Jersey, USA for thirty years, she’s now a resident of the west Michigan lakeshore where she lives in the woods with her husband, dogs and sheep.

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I had a fantasy about what I would do if I discovered my husband had been unfaithful and the idea that I could be forgiving to the other woman loomed large. I know I couldn’t do it, but Pam could. I took it to the limits of a human’s capacity for forgiveness.

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Alice-Rose by Caitriona Leslie

Alice-Rose-220x330A new romance with an old fashioned feel. Alice-Rose is a gentle modern day love story with very real feeling and warm characters who you want to befriend.
Libby Finn, widow of 3 years, is just about ready to start facing the real world again and when she discovers that Alice-Rose, a local and somewhat dilapidated house, is up for sale she immediately puts in an offer, for Libby has always been a little in love with Alice-Rose and when the purchase of the house involves meeting Dan the local estate agent, Libby starts to fall a little bit in love with him too!

But true love is not an easy path and between organizing the refurbishment of Alice-Rose, planning best friend Jules’ up and coming wedding and dealing with surly builder Paddy, not to mention Dan’s own family problems, the chances to get romance off to a start are few and far between and just when it looks like there might be a way forward something else happens to throw a spanner in the works…..but sometimes love is where you least expect it…..

This is a very warm and genuinely romantic book with likable characters and lovely descriptions of the Irish countryside and the residents in the small country town. I loved the details of Alice-Rose and could see it being put back together in my minds eye. Plenty of humour and a bit of ‘will they, won’t you’ make for a very enjoyable and feel good read.
A great start for a new author.

Targeted Audience: 15yrs to 115yrs old

Author Bio:
I grew up in County Westmeath, Ireland. I have a Master’s Degree in Biomedical Sciences and I work part-time in the field of solid organ transplantation. I now live on a farm in County Longford with my husband and our three children.

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I initially thought (absent-mindedly) about the possibility of writing women’s fiction about ten years ago – I love a good old-fashioned love story, but there has to be more to the story than a gallop to the end. I want to enjoy the journey along the way and I want a book where every sentence is worth reading. If I feel the urge to start skimming through the pages then I know that the end is nigh.
I got married in 2000 and continued to work fulltime in Dublin for another two years; my husband and I ‘enjoyed’ a weekend marriage – no thought nor time for writing during this period. In 2002 I finally went job-sharing and moved to live full-time with my farmer husband in County Longford. Sadly, both my parents-in-law had passed away the same year that we married and so Timmy’s family home, which was a 1970’s bungalow, became our ‘new’ home. The next year saw me undertaking a lot of DIY and having our first child, but no pen was put to paper; I was far too busy doing other things.
Four years and three children later, and the idea of trying to write something even vaguely interesting was beginning to take shape in my mind again. By that point, I was beginning to realise, and more importantly to fervently hope, that in time, there would be more to my life in the home than ‘worrying’ about the housework and what was ‘for the dinner’. I also knew that I wasn’t the type of woman who would enjoy ‘frittering’ my time away in the long term by meeting ‘the girls’ for coffee and lunch. And besides, my country sisters were far busier that I was – they were not accustomed to a life of idle either.
I eventually started writing about five years ago with little success, I found the demands of three young children incompatible with the task…I could never get a good run at it! When our youngest child started school in September 2010, I was then able to apply myself. I discovered that the more I wrote, the more I enjoyed it – escapism is a wonderful practise! It became less a case of “I should really sit down and try to write something” and much more a case of prying myself away from the laptop to make the aforementioned dinner before the kids came home from school. Towards the end, I was constantly roping in my ever-supportive husband to pick up the kids and to cook the dinner!
The story of ‘Alice-Rose’ evolved naturally over time and changed its course quite dramatically from the one I had in mind initially! This was mainly due to the realisation that I needed to add more meat to the bones of the story; otherwise it would have ended up being “a boring old gallop to the end.” And for that I needed to change the storyline quite a bit.
Personally, I think it is very important to write about what you know, and secondly, that it is something that is close to your heart and that you can be passionate about. I think that you must love your characters even if they themselves are hateful individuals – again, you have to feel passionately about them and you have to believe in them.
I suppose I’ve discovered that writing is a bit like gardening, of which I am an avid fan; you can’t stick a plant, or a plot, where you want it to go and expect it to grow if the ‘setting’ is wrong – it will never work! A plot has to feel right and give you options, in other words be in the right setting, in order to work. I feel that the plot should feel fairly right in one’s head before one should proceed, otherwise persisting with a storyline that is not gelling in your mind will just lead to frustration and probably leave you wanting to give up on the whole ‘writing idea’ altogether.
On the whole, I found the subject matter of ‘Alice-Rose’ very easy to work with for a number of reasons – I am passionate about old houses, I value family highly and I was lucky enough to have a number of close friendships to draw upon for inspiration when it came to writing about the dynamics, and the rewards, of a long-lasting one.

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Sample from Book:
It was one of those special, crisp, golden days of autumn. The air was heavy with promise, and I felt the knot of anxious excitement tighten in my stomach. I pushed open the tall cast-iron gates and began the long walk upwards, entirely alone except for bramble, brush, and briar.
I wondered about all the changes that I was sure to find and whether or not that day would deliver Alice-Rose into my future or consign her to the past forever. When courage almost failed me, one thing drove me onwards—the knowledge that a single glimpse of the old house would be enough to reveal whether or not we belonged together.
At last, I rounded the head of the avenue, and I saw it again, dignified and largely unchanged. Time and neglect had not prevailed; the heart of Alice-Rose was waiting for me. It was our time.
Alice-Rose, named after the daughter of the estate’s original owner, was the place of my dreams, and on that morning two years ago, I felt a sense of belonging as strong as if I had been returning to my childhood home. It was the twenty-fifth of October. I remember the date clearly because it was my twenty-ninth birthday, and I was coming from my parents’ house, having started the day there with a family breakfast.
While driving along the boundary wall of the Alice-Rose estate, heading in the direction of Ballyedmond, I saw a man preparing to erect a sign at the entrance up ahead. I was transfixed by the scene. Instinctively, I jammed on the brakes, giving no consideration to safety, my own or anybody else’s. Luckily, the road behind me was clear, and I ground the car safely to a halt some six inches away from the man’s shins. My near victim turned out to be Dan Bryant, a well-known estate agent from the locality.
Although Mr Bryant wasn’t in the first flush of youth by any stretch of the imagination, he was still handsome. Besides his distinguished good looks, Dan Bryant was tall and solid and had all the appearance of someone who was doing well for himself. On that particular day, even while undertaking an exercise that involved no small amount of effort, he was flawlessly turned out in a pinstriped suit and a wool overcoat. I did, at the time, privately question the wisdom of his attire, but ultimately, I was more fascinated by the significance of his task than I was in his choice of clothing. Could it be that Alice-Rose was finally for sale?

‘Is he selling it?’ I asked abruptly, my thoughts spilling out in a way that managed to state the obvious and convey an attitude of absolute rudeness in one simple sentence.
I wasn’t usually so blunt or so unfriendly, and I immediately regretted my approach.
‘Hello,’ Dan Bryant grunted, landing a blow of a sledgehammer to the post. ‘Yes, she’s on the market as of today, and she’s a beauty!’
Despite his exertion, there was fervour in his voice and a little wistfulness, if I hadn’t imagined it.
‘I know,’ I agreed, a little more warmly but with an assurance intended to convey to him that I knew ‘her’ worth.
‘If I was a young man starting out,’ he continued undeterred, ‘I would do all in my power to buy her.’ He spoke with conviction as he prepared to land the post another blow. ‘But,’ he added, ‘she’s a place that needs a young family to bring her back to life.’
He looked directly at me as he said this, and his expression caused me to wonder what exactly he was thinking. Although I felt a momentary twinge of irritation at the personal nature of his comment, I was far too interested in the sale of Alice-Rose, to allow his unsolicited opinions to distract me from my quest.
‘I must see her again,’ I said, leaving Dan Bryant to his own assessment of what Alice-Rose might, or might not, need.
My heart was beating fast, and my head was buzzing as I tried to do the math, but deep down I felt certain that I was in a position to buy the place. I marched with determination up the curving avenue, diligently ignoring the butterflies dancing in my stomach. The lawns on either side were overgrown and tangled with grass and brambles so that the tall and ancient oaks appeared to scarcely have trunks. The very course that I stood on was growing narrower by the day as its borders threatened to engulf it. The post and rail fencing beyond the knotted mass of vegetation was broken and sagging and had the verdant hue of moss and mould. It was difficult to reconcile the shabbiness and neglect that lay before me then with the Alice-Rose of my childhood.
As I walked on and witnessed further the prevalence of nature that without intervention would eventually return Alice-Rose to an uncombed wilderness, I became filled with an even greater determination to succeed in my mission to buy it. When, at last, I rounded the curve of the avenue that brought face-to-face with the limestone beauty of the great house, I stood and looked for all of two seconds before turning on my heel to beat a hasty retreat.
Dan Bryant was about to get into his car just as I reached the gates, and I hesitated for an instant, slightly embarrassed by my earlier brusqueness. Then steeling myself, I called out, ‘Mr Bryant!’ He looked up, his surprise at seeing me so soon again quite evident. It occurred to me then that he had probably been trying to ‘beat a hasty retreat’ of his own. After all, who, given half a chance, wouldn’t try to avoid a rude, crazy

woman? Nevertheless, Dan Bryant was nothing if not professional, and he did not allow any trace of disappointment to show as he turned towards me, smiling openly.
‘Yes, Miss… ,’ he said, hesitating.
‘Libby Finn, Mr Bryant,’ I said, making no pretence at not knowing his name and extending my hand to shake his. ‘But please call me Libby.’
We shook hands as he acknowledged that he had in fact recognised me. His handshake was dry and firm.
‘I know your father well, Libby,’ he said pleasantly. I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t elaborate.
‘I’m sorry I was so rude earlier,’ I apologised, by then genuinely repentant for my earlier manner. ‘I’m not usually so abrupt.’
Dan Bryant waved aside my concerns, but I felt obliged to explain myself.
‘My only justification I’m afraid, is that I got a shock when I saw you putting Alice-Rose on the market.’ The excuse sounded lame, even to my own ears.
Dan nodded in a gesture of understanding, but I knew that he couldn’t possibly guess at the depth of my passion for Alice-Rose. I also imagined that he must have been thinking how easy it was to ‘shock’ me, and that I needed to get better control of my emotions if an everyday occurrence such as that one elicited such rudeness in me!
‘I’ve always loved Alice-Rose, and I want to ask you some questions if I may?’ I said, before thinking better of my presumption that Dan Bryant would stoop to be at my immediate disposal. ‘I mean I need to make an appointment to see you.’
So far, the man had done nothing to offend me, and I had been abrupt to the point of insolence, not to mention having almost run him over!
‘That won’t be necessary, Libby, and please call me Dan,’ he said, smiling at me in a way that could only be described as heart-stopping. I did actually think of Dan Bryant and heart-stopping in the same sentence despite the fact that the man was old enough to be my father!
‘I could give you a tour now if you like,’ he continued, ‘even though it sounds like you already know the place very well. We can talk as we go.’
‘That would be fantastic, Dan!’ I shrilled, before he could change his mind.
I was overjoyed at being able to avail of an immediate tour of Alice-Rose, and I was hopeful that by the end of it I would know a lot more about a number of things, including what the owner’s expectations were in terms of a price. At that point, I didn’t even know how much of the property was for sale.
‘I spent a lot of time up here with my father when I was a child,’ I went on, attempting to shed some light on my personal interest in the estate.
‘I see,’ Dan said solemnly, but I could tell that he had some doubts. ‘I hope you won’t be disappointed, Libby. I’m sure some changes have taken place since then.’

Maybe, but I intend to buy Alice-Rose if I can,’ I said firmly. I didn’t want Dan Bryant in any doubt as to what my intentions were.
‘Not just the house,’ I insisted, ‘but all of it. Do you understand what I mean?’
‘Yes,’ he acknowledged earnestly. ‘I think I do.’
I wasn’t sure whether or not he was mocking me, but I didn’t care; my only concern at that point was for Alice-Rose. As I watched Dan Bryant fetch a pair of wellington boots from his car, I found myself wondering if I could actually go out with a man who drove a Mercedes. I had always equated the make with the older generation, but suddenly I found myself reconsidering my long held view. These thoughts were followed by others that raised even more improbable questions. Did Dan Bryant wear pyjamas to bed? Was Dan Bryant still interested in sex? Just how old was Dan Bryant anyway?
My imagination was brought into check by the realisation that this man was in all probability married. I allowed myself a discreet glance at his left hand. Yes, there it was in all its glory, one large gold wedding band. I wasn’t at all surprised, but, nevertheless, I had to admit to feeling more than a little disappointed. The aphorism ‘the good ones are always taken’ came to mind, and I was left feeling slightly deflated as I tried to remember who I had last heard quoting those particular words of wisdom. Probably Jules, I decided finally. Jules Mahon was my best friend and a reliable harbinger of all tales cautionary and wise.
‘Hello? Libby?’ Dan’s voice broke deliberately into my thoughts. I had fallen into a state of reverie, the likes of which had become unfamiliar to me. I couldn’t recall the last time I had speculated romantically about a man, but I knew that I hadn’t done it since Max’s death. I had to admit that it felt pretty good, and I felt alive in a way that I hadn’t been sure I ever would again. I inhaled deeply and smiled unashamedly.
‘Sorry, Libby. I thought you were miles away,’ he apologised. ‘I didn’t mean to shout.’
Dan Bryant looked at me with a mixture of concern and slight bewilderment, and I realised that I had never before, in my whole life, felt such an instant attraction to a man.
‘You didn’t shout, Dan,’ I said. ‘I was miles away. But I’m back now. I’m finally back in the land of the living.’
An indisputable look of realisation crossed his face, and it became clear that, despite our very different appearances, Dan Bryant had mistaken me for my younger sister.
Starting up towards the house again with Dan Bryant by my side, I anticipated viewing Alice-Rose with renewed hope. I observed undeterred the neglect and decay that had befallen her with the passing of time. These things paled into insignificance when compared to the brilliance of sheer blue sunshine filtered through the branches of a giant oak or the glimpse of a perfectly rounded porthole on the gable end of a cut-stone barn.

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