by Amelia James
“If you ever loved her, it’s the only thing you can do.”
Damn it. “I….” I stared out the window as lightning split the sky. Raindrops pelted the glassso big I could step between them. The first thunderstorm of spring. Winter was finally over. “I gotta go back to the club and get my car.”
“Me too. I gotta get out of here… forget this night. It never happened.” A note of relief lifted his voice. We’d survived battered, bruised, and scarred for life.
Talia had won. Fair and….
No, she’d played dirty, just like we had. I could picture her laughing, loving every minute of it, crawling out of the muck a sullied champion.
About the Author
I got hooked on trashy romance novels in junior high, but my mom took them away from me. She couldn’t stop me from daydreaming, though.
After I got married, I wrote some of my naughtier
daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine, which published two of them. I kept daydreaming and writing stories until my dirty stories turned into trashy books.
I live in Colorado, but I’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.
I’m known as “Trashy
Writer” at various social media sites. I call myself a trashy writer because I want my readers to know that I enjoy mindless escapism as much as they do. I’m not out to win a Pulitzer Prize. I just want to help someone relax and get away from it all for a little while. I write romance, erotica and trash for fun and pleasure.
I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.
To learn more about me, check out my website, and be sure to catch me on Facebook, Goodreads, Google+,
and Twitter.
What’s Next?
Watch for Secret Storm, a romance novel, coming October 2, 2012 from Evolved Publishing.
“I want to let you in, Jack, but I…. Oh hell, I just want you.
I know you’re not what I need, but I don’t care. Take me to bed now, and we’ll sort the rest out later.”
The last thing Sara Jensen needs is another risky relationship. She wants Jack, but she’s been hurt too many times to trust him, even though he’s more than a friend. Jack won’t trust her, and that hurts more than her ex’s betrayal.
Jack Wheeler wants Sara.
His long-denied lust burns barely contained, but a dangerous secret comes back to haunt him, a secret so horrible he can’t trust anyone with it, not even the woman he desires more than anything.
For the first time since they met, they’re both available, but the timing couldn’t be worse.
Sara’s not too eager to trust a man again, and Jack refuses to reveal his secret. Getting involved now is complicated, but Sara and Jack have waited long enough. Neither one of them can control their desires, but there’s a storm
approaching.
As hard as she tries, Sara can’t run away from Jack’s past.
Jack won’t accept her help, and she doesn’t know how long she can wait for him to realize he needs her.
Watch for The Devil Made Me Do It, a short story collection, coming November 26, 2012
from Evolved Publishing.
Dont tempt me.
Erin wants her husband to rip her clothes off… literally.
Does she dare provoke him?
Natalie wants to make love outdoors. Can she convince her shy husband?
Melissa wants the bad boy she just met in a bar. Should she or shouldnt she?
Heather watches from a secret room
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These women, and others like them, know what they want in bed, but sometimes they have to be a little extra bold to get it. Watch them bring their naughtiest fantasies to life in some very interesting ways.
It wasnt my idea. The devil made me do it.
Also from Evolved
Publishing
JELLICLE GIRL
by Stevie Mikayne
This Literary/Women’s Fiction novel is available through links at Evolved Publishing.
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When Beth met Jackie, she was fifteen and shy, living in the shadow of her mother
talented artist Heather Sarandon. Jackie, willful, cheeky and confident, made Beth see things in herself that she never imagined, and do things she never thought she would. As memories of Beth’s last night with Jackie grow more like waking nightmares, Beth does everything she can to forget the girl who was so much more than a friend.
Beth has a self-destructive ritual she swears she’ll keep secret, even from the psychologist trying to help her.
But Dr. Nancy Sullivan doesn’t have time for secrets. In fact, she doesn’t have much time at all. She’s been charged with helping Beth break through the barriers of her past, knowing very well that her own demons might end her career before she can get through to the stubborn young woman.
Meanwhile, a young foster child with a wicked sense of humor and a devastating past reminds Beth that secrets seem powerful, but can destroy the person who holds them too close.
Jellicle Girl, Stevie Mikayne’s debut novel, is a powerful coming-of-age story about redemption, identity, and learning to let go of secrets that scar.
This Literary/Women’s Fiction novel is available through links at Evolved Publishing.
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Unable to cope with the pain of early widowhood, Laine fled from her daughter and into the pages of her wellworn library, emerging only to perform her duties as a social worker at a crisis pregnancy center. She finds comfort in this solitary life, but has no choice but to agree when her daughter, Daly, asks to move back home.
Daly’s life has proven to be one disappointment after anotherunemployment, a cheating boyfriend, the nonoption of moving in with her dissociative mother. Until one day, Kashi, a light-hearted charmer from India, decides he cares too much to let Daly fade into the background of her own life. After a series of false starts, their quirky romance carries them to India, where Daly must win the approval of Kashi’s family in order to seal their “forever.”
Is Daly’s life finally turning around? Can Laine look past her pain to learn from an unlikely mentor? Will the women recognize their common bonds before the relationship is broken beyond repair?
Torn Together, Emlyn
Chand’s first sojourn into Literary/Women’s Fiction, is a cautionary tale of how our similarities often drive us apart.
