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Saturday, 30 August 2014

Saturday Storyteller Interview: Christy Pastore

What’s your name and where do you come from?
Hello! My name is Christy Pastore and I am an author with Pen Name Publishing.  I currently live in Saint Louis, Missouri, but I am originally from Indiana. I write contemporary romance with a dash of mystery and drama.  
Tell us a bit about your latest release.
My debut novel is called Fifteen Weekends, and it’s a twisty sexy read that intertwines mystery and romance.  Fifteen Weekends chronicles the lives of three very different women, Ashleigh, Emily and Amanda, all dealing with internal struggles stemming from their pasts.  I think readers will connect with the characters and will feel like they have known them forever while pulling for each heroine to win her personal battle. No worries there are three charming handsome men for you to choose from as your new potential book boyfriend/crush.
Where do you get your inspiration from?
Music, film, photography, fashion and pop culture inspire me on a daily basis. Sometimes I find myself just caught up looking at fashion magazine editorials or even Pinterest boards. I will see a quote or a picture that sets the wheels of creativity in motion. My mind begins to spin a story, plotting a timeline or sequence of events—developing characters and their backgrounds.  The notepad on my phone is filled with story ideas. I feel like I am constantly drumming up new concepts for books.
How do you go about creating the perfect "Swoon" worthy man?
With Fifteen Weekends, there are three leading men – Vince, Liam and Ethan. I knew the kind of “men” I wanted them to be for the story to work. I wrote down four main characteristics I needed each one of them to have and let that soak in for a bit. For example, Liam is charming, witty, tall and above all a gentleman—he’s Welsh {accent hotness}. In September I travelled to London with my husband to celebrate our anniversary and we were so tired one evening we happened upon a show called, 8 out of Ten Cats. Steve Jones was on the show, and everything he did and said reminded me of the character of Liam. He even looked like how I pictured Liam in my mind. And what do you know – Steve Jones is Welsh! I decided right then and there that I had found my Liam. I had already finished the book, but having a “physical muse” made it easier to go back and develop scenes with Liam even further during the edits.
I’ve been asked by many women, “Why are all the men in this book so hot, and why do they make me want to rip their clothes off?”
What do you do to unwind and relax?
Bubble baths are very relaxing. Indulging with a glass of white wine, chatting with my husband and listening to music is another way I unwind. Sometimes I turn off all technology for an half an hour or so and just enjoy the quiet.
What trait do you find the sexiest?
Confidence is the sexiest trait—hands down. Someone who is self-assured but humble will always be sexy in my opinion. Confident people have an air about them that makes them attractive and intriguing. There’s just something about a confident person that makes you want to be around them.  
How do you decide how hot or not your book is going to be?
This might sound a bit odd, but that is not really up for me to completely decide. My characters usually direct or lead me the way they need their story told. I completely believe in author intrusion after experiencing it a few times while writing Fifteen Weekends. It was very subtle, but when it came time for editing, allowing the story to formulate more “organically” made all the difference in the world. I tried to “make” one of my characters a little too sappily romantic, and it wasn’t working out. I put the story line “on hold” for a little while, and then the “intense and more heated” direction came to me, which did make the overall story way hotter!  
Is the stuff you write about from experience or mostly imagination?
Mostly from imagination, but with Fifteen Weekends the characters of Ashleigh, Amanda and Emily are all derived from many women I have met in my life. Several readers have told me they can relate to these heroines and their emotions in some way of another. That is very good news for me because I intended this story to be relatable. The men in Fifteen Weekends are completely fictional. I don’t know anyone like Vince, Ethan or Liam. I wish I did, though.
What do you do when you’re not writing?
When I am not writing I’m reading, watching TV, usually tweeting about my favourite shows like Scandal and Game of Thrones, working out and online shopping.
Writer Christy Pastore grew up in the lakeside community of Syracuse, Indiana USA writing short stories that usually involved characters who loved to travel, had a passion for fashion and were often times swept up in boy crazy crushes.  Many of her first stores also dealt with coming of age situations with their best girlfriends.
Christy gave up reading books for several years, disillusioned with the annoying characters and predictable plot lines. Upon the recommendation of a friend, Christy picked up a much buzzed about popular romance novel which reminded her of why reading was such an enjoyable guilty pleasure.
Writing has been a constant in Christy’s life, leading her to create a popular fashion blog, Fashion Wrap Up. This endeavor allowed Christy to have the wonderful experience of working and collaborating with many talented models, designers, makeup artists and photographers in the Fashion Industry. While Pastore still writes about fashion and celebrity style in her spare time, her passion for story development, more specifically creative writing, publishing and content creation has taken her on a new journey and career path: Author.
Her debut novel, Fifteen Weekends was released in May of 2014. Her next novel, Unscripted is set to release in November 2014.
Additionally, Christy enjoys a nice glass of Sauvignon Blanc, a warm cup of coffee, Gummi Bears, traveling and tweeting her thoughts on her favorite TV shows.
Christy and her husband Kevin currently reside in St. Louis, Missouri in the popular Italian Neighborhood, The Hill, with their two lovable dogs and cooler than cool cat.
Purchase Fifteen Weekend on Amazon | B&N | Smashwords

Friday, 29 August 2014

Spotlight: The Summer Heat by Elodie Parkes

Thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my new Evernight Publishing release, ‘The Summer Heat’.

A ménage romance, two guys and a girl, this is erotic, contemporary romance that sizzles.

The Summer Heat

When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.
Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?

Inspiration behind the story:

The inspiration came from a tree being cut down in the communal gardens where I currently live. I didn’t even see it felled, but I was immensely saddened as this was a healthy young tree. In my story, the gorgeous guys are cutting down a diseased tree in their garden, and that’s how they see Annabel move in next door.

My characters:

Annabel. She’s ready for love and looking for someone after her last miserable relationship. I imagine her surprise when she meets Nate and Evan, and has strong attraction to both of them.

Nate: He’s gentle, kind, sensually sexy, very good looking. Friends mean a lot to him. You can feel safe and loved with him, but boy do you know when he’s made love to you.

Evan: Strong, alpha, hides his emotions, but sex just drips from his gorgeous body. He calls you babe and takes charge, all the while your soft skin under his fingertips blows his mind.


The Saturday morning sun blazed in the June sky. Heat shimmered off the sidewalk. Nate and Evan were the only people out in their front yards. The noise of their work tools were the only sounds, as not even the seagulls that often wheeled overhead ventured from the cool of the ocean yet.
Nate and Evan’s house was one of the largest in the rows of three story houses built along the river in a modern development unimaginatively called Riverside Mews. Narrow lanes that led to the river path separated the rows. Somehow, patches of white sand always settled on the paths, though the nearest beach was a mile away. Each house had its own river access, through a gate at the end of the back yard to a riverbank public path, but there was no boat access, no jetties. The public path wound along by the river from the seaside town close by and on into the countryside. The house to the right of Nate and Evan’s place was occupied by a small family, but the house to the left had been empty and for sale all year.
The roar of a large van engine broke the hot, morning silence as it turned into the street and thumped over each speed hump in the road, until it drew up in front of the empty house next door.
Nate gave the van a cursory glance, but Evan leaned on his spade and watched as two men leapt out of each side of the van. He read the name of a removal firm and their logo emblazoned across the side of the vehicle and discovered it was from a city in the north of the state. It piqued his interest, so he continued with his unashamed staring.
The men who’d alighted from the cab walked to the back of the van and opened its double doors, just as a pale blue, old model Mustang drove up and parked a short distance away.
A young woman got out of the Mustang.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing All Rights Reserved

To find where to buy the book on release, August 5, visit Elodie’s blog

Author interview:
Are you working on another book right now?
I’m working on three books, right now. Two are contemporary erotic romance, and one is romance Sci-Fi.
Naturally, they are all love stories, with HEA. I have to have that in my books.
I’m not writing much though, because of my day job, where I have shifts, and I’m editing for the releases in the latter part of this year.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
My characters and setting becoming so real to me.
What do you like the least?
Marketing. It’s so time consuming and quite soul destroying when you’d rather be writing. (Smiles)
Would you like to see any of your books as movies?
None of them. I’d be there fussing about the script staying true to the book, or the casting. (Laughs).
What things do you like to do to relax?
I find writing relaxing, but I also like to get out into the countryside near where I live. I enjoy visiting the historic places too. I read, watch movies and I love music. I’m often singing along with something as I drive.
Do you have another job as well as writing?
Yes, I have to. I work for an antiques emporium. It’s very tourist driven, so right now I have late night hours and work all weekend and holidays. I do shifts, usually start about midday or two in the afternoon, and work through until ten or eleven. It means I’ve taken a hiatus from writing so my stories mentioned above are waiting for me. I can feel them there wanting to be written.
If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?
It would have to be healing.
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
I live in the country where I want to, maybe I’d move down the coast to Cornwall or Devon, closer to the ocean, which I love.
What kind of car would you have if money was no object?
I have the car I want. I’m a Jeep person and always drive them.
What’s your favorite color?
I have two I love, oh wait three, blue, purple and green.
Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?
It changes for me every time someone in an interview asks, (laughs) right now it’s The Eagles: Tequila Sunrise. That’s because I usually see the sunrise after arriving home very late at night, editing, networking, or real life stuff, like my laundry, and then I flop to sleep for a few hours. (laughs again) Check out my dark shadows.
Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.
Chocolate or vanilla?
Dog or cat?
Dog and horse
The film or the book?
Both (sorry)
Jeans or skirt?
Jeans but sometimes little black dress
Beach or Snow resort?
Countryside and beach
Heels or flats?
Boots, depends where I’m going if they are heeled or flat
Stockings or pantyhose?
Stockings, love them
Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?
Thank you for reading my books. I write from the heart so you get a piece of it every time you read one of my stories. (Smiles)

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Anne Conley's Four Winds PNR Series

Anne Conley is an author with a spiritual side.  Mostly known for her contemporary romances, set in Serendipity, Texas, she also has a series of books about the Archangels.  The Four Winds are God's closest archangels, having helped him for since the dawn of time.  He sees they're tired, and humanity has rubbed off on them, to varying degrees, so he decides to let them "fall" as long as it's in love.  Meet Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael, like you've never seen them before..  Anne has attempted to reconcile her Christian upbringing with her smutty side, with great results.

Book One:  Falling for Heaven  FREE!!  FREE!!  FREE!!  FREE!!

Uriel is one of God's Four Winds, the Archangel of Destiny. He has helped thousands of people throughout the ages find their destiny according to His will. This time however, what he doesn't realize, is that it's his own destiny he's supposed to fulfill. 
Heather is an exotic dancer, whose stage name is Heaven. It's not what she's always wanted to do, but it helps her pay the bills, and she's got a lot of bills, with taking care of her mother and her sister. When the mysterious Uriel comes into the club, she can tell he's different -- just how different will rock her world...

Hot cover, yes?  I should freaking say so...

Book Two in her Four Winds series is Falling for Grace.
Rafael is one of God’s Four Winds, the Archangel of Healing. He has answered the countless prayers for healing of loved ones, wondering what it was about the emotion that made humans willing to sacrifice so much. 

Grace is a lifeguard who has been on Rafe’s radar since she lost a little boy three years ago. What she doesn’t realize is the green haze that comes over her during a rescue is actually a divine presence who’s about to give up his celestial body to become a very real entity in her life. 

While Grace is trying to overcome her own demon, Rafe is discovering his own sexuality, but there’s a darker presence making himself known. The Deceiver wants what Rafe is getting, and he’ll do whatever it takes to have her.


This crazy man had worked his way completely under her skin, and she was beginning to doubt her own sanity.
            She was overwhelmed suddenly with images of Rafe, sensations of his touch on her skin.  His kisses.  She lowered her head into her hands and groaned aloud, earning herself amused looks from neighboring tables.
            Grace couldn't get him out of her head. 
            "I'm not leaving."
            The voice again.  Jeez, she was imagining him inside her head, his voice inside her head.
            "You're not crazy."  His voice was soft, reassuring.  "And neither am I."
            She made a conscious decision to talk back to him, being careful to keep it in her head.  Grace didn't need any more looks from restaurant patrons.  "Yes, you are.  And I am, too.  I'm talking to you, aren't I?"  Her “inside the head” voice was a whisper, as if she didn't even want herself to hear.
            His chuckle in her head made her warm all over.  "Call me, Grace.  I can explain some of this."    
            "Why do I need to call you?  Apparently, we can talk this way."
            "Because you don't believe this is really happening."
            "You're right.  I'm deluded."  Apparently, this part came out aloud, because the waitress had just arrived with her chili-cheese fries and gave her a strange look.
            "You okay, hon?"  Grace nodded, before digging into her greasy comfort food.
            "Are you?"  The voice inside her head was persistent, and pissing her off.
            "No.  I'm not.  I'm seeing things.  I'm talking to myself.  The only guy I can't stop thinking about is insane, I've effectively lost my job.  I'm living in a hotel room.  No I'm not okay!"  She mentally screamed it at her imaginary Rafe voice.
            "I'm coming to you."
            "Fine, then."  He sounded hurt, and Grace felt guilty for hurting her imaginary friend's feelings.
            "Just leave me alone."
            "No."  The voice inside her head was resolute.  "I can make you want me."
            Suddenly, Grace felt warm and she could feel the flush rise up her cheeks.  She already wanted him.  That was part of the problem.  Rafe chuckled inside her head.  Suddenly, an intense pressure registered between her legs, and she crossed them.  Her stomach sank.  He could get inside her head, but could he do this?
            "Yes.  I can."  She wasn't aware that she had consciously asked the question, but she couldn't
squeeze her legs together hard enough to relieve the pressure, so she shifted in her seat, looking around to see if anybody was watching her.
            Her breasts felt fuller suddenly, and her nipples were tingly and erect.  She could feel the blood flow to her nether regions, and she sat up straight, arching her back to press down on the seat.
            "Would you stop?"  She hissed inside her head. 
            "Shh…I'm concentrating."  She could almost feel his hands on her body, sending shivers of delight across her skin.  Grace couldn't stop squirming in her seat, feeling the invisible pressure build at the apex of her thighs.  She tried to squirm and press the seam of her shorts against herself, but it was only making the sensations worse.  She looked around again, to make sure nobody was looking before pressing her hand against her sex, under the table.  Another chuckle from inside her head.
            Her mouth was dry, and she tried to swallow past the lump in her throat, but she couldn't.  Her breath was coming in gasps, and she willed herself to not succumb to the desire that was filling her body.  Keeping her body still and afraid to breathe, Grace pressed her hand against the crotch of her shorts, willing whatever was coming to come.  Just do it quietly.
            The pressure was so intense she could barely breathe, and she could feel waves of heat crashing through her body.  "Come on, Rafe…Just do it…Please."  Her voice inside her head was a desperate plea.  Nothing had ever made her feel this before.  Not even herself.
            “Really?”  The voice in her head sounded smug.
            “Do it or stop messing with me.  Please…”  She had crossed her legs, then wrapped her foot around her calf, squeezing furiously, hand on her crotch pressing to relieve pressure.  She was almost out of her mind.
            “I’m coming to you.  I need you to be thinking of me this way.  We could be so good together.”
            His voice inside her head was picking at her seams, unravelling her with its husky depth.  And then it was gone, leaving her aching with need.

Book Three in the Four Winds Series by Anne Conley, is Falling for Hope.

Hope is an eccentric librarian who lives with her five cats and loves to spend her time fantasizing about living in a world of shape-shifters, vampires, and fairies. Although the existence of a paranormal world is far from Hope's reality, she can't help but sense there's something different about the mysterious man lurking in her library. 

Gabriel is God's Strength, the Messenger, who's been tasked with delivering the Word for millennia. His most recent assignment will be his last, to fall in love and become human. But he can't quite figure out what he's done to displease the Boss. Gabriel's latest assignment might be the hardest, but this gorgeous rubenesque quirk of a woman definitely has him intrigued.

Okay, probably the coolest part of this particular book is the heroine, a quirky librarian who lives inside her own fantasy-land of the paranormal romances she reads.  She's not the least bit surprised to meet an archangel.  Haha!
And the cover has books on it.  That's pretty cool, too.  
But the whole reason for this particular post is the latest release in the series, which coincidentally, is the entire reason Anne wrote the series:  The archangel of War's story.  Falling for Faith...

In this, the fourth book in the Four Winds Series, the story is more intense, Damien is more intense, the sex is more intense. The entire series thus far has escalated into this, the archangel of war's story.

Michael, the archangel of war, is pissed. Humanity has taken every last vestige of any feelings he might have had and colored them in with cynicism. He’s ready to be done. So when The Boss gives him the deal, he’s eager for his mortality, at any cost, regardless of who he has to ‘fall in love’ with to get it. Blessed death. That’s what he’s looking forward to. When he finds out what Faith does for a living, he’s pissed off all over again.

Faith is a cat burglar, but when she inadvertently makes a deal with Damien, Michael steps in to protect what is rightfully his. She’s not over her own tragic past, and this hulking bundle of hotness can’t change that. But when he insists on protecting her, claiming her, and dominating her, she is powerless to deny her own emotions.

For mature audiences. Contains swear words, sex, elements of BDSM, and possibly heretical viewpoints. 
“You’re a troglodyte.”

He barked laughter at her, which only made her squirm more.  He crawled up her body to still her, quite enjoying the feel of her under him.  “Get the fuck off me,” she spat at him.

“Only if you tell me your name, Sweetheart.”  Michael lowered his hips on top of hers, trying not to think too hard about the position he was putting them in.  Her heaving breasts were touching his chest, and they were really fucking soft.  He could feel her heart pounding under her shirt and told himself he wasn’t scaring her.  He smirked.  “I’m Michael.  Your turn.”  He could feel her legs squirming under his and he used his feet to pin them.  She sighed, rolling her eyes.  It was a bit dramatic, so he humored her.

“Untie me, and I’ll tell you my name.”

“Promise not to attack me anymore.”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth in thought and looked at him through glassy eyes.  She was gorgeous.  “Faith,” she whispered.

Michael stilled on his journey up her body.  Did He choose the women for their names?  It sounded like something He would do. Was the name choice part of the allure?  “Of course.”  He reached over her head and let the ropes loose, entwining his fingers with hers and bringing them between them, looking at the nearly perfect specimen of feminine wiles under him. 

Faith.  Because Michael had lost Faith in his Father?

Whatever.  She was still his.

He watched her, as he hovered over her body, his hands still clasping hers.  She clutched at his fingers as if he were a lifeline, and she still heaved ragged gasps. Michael had been around a long time and knew his way around a woman’s body.  Her pulse raced in her neck, he could smell a sweet sweat just under her skin, her cheeks flushed.

Faith was turned on.

He could use this to his advantage, and it wouldn’t be a hardship.  Not at all.

Michael released her hands and slowly lowered his mouth to hers until there was only a whisper of breath between them.  “I swear to you, I’m not the enemy here.”  He continued, with something he hoped she would understand, “If you know the enemy and know yourself, your victory will not stand in doubt; if you know Heaven and know Earth, you may make your victory complete.”

Then, to his surprise, she broached the distance and kissed him.  It was a passionate kiss, one that distracted him beyond reason.  Her hot little tongue slipped past his lips, and Michael couldn’t find himself if he tried.  Her mouth was so warm and wet, reminiscent of other orifices, and his manhood popped to attention as he forgot the mission, forgot the trouble she’d gotten herself in, and reveled in the feel of her mouth. 

She groaned into him, and he ate the sounds, uncaring about why he was doing this anymore.  He’d never experienced a kiss this demanding, this fervid, in a long time.  It was his undoing.

Faith arched under him, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and pulling, while her other hand snaked around his neck, pulling him closer.  He continued exploring the cavern of her mouth as she raised her knee, and with one swift upward thrust, kicked his armpit, adjusting his posture.  In a seamless move, she rolled, scissoring her legs around his torso, and he found himself on the ground next to the sofa, wrapped in a jujitsu hold that was cutting off his air supply quickly.
She had one arm and his neck between powerful thighs, squeezing him into unconsciousness.
Yeah, this might be fun.

He eased his hand between her leg and his neck, unwrapping himself from her tenacious grip.  Holding both of her hands in his, for self-protection more than anything else, he got in her face, taking much needed gasps of oxygen.  His corporeal form may not feel pain, but it did have some limits.

“I’ll leave.  It’s plain you’re not listening.  But hear this.”  His mouth a whisper away from hers, “You’re mine.  He won’t get you.”

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About Anne:  Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it.  She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years.  Currently she is writing two romance series.  In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting.  In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human.  She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

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Sunday, 24 August 2014

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Saturday, 23 August 2014

Saturday Storyteller Interview: Elena Matthews

What’s your name and where do you come from?
Hi! My name is Elena Matthews and I’m from Manchester, England.
Tell us a bit about your latest release.
My debut novel Look After You was released on April 5th. It is a new adult genre. It follows twenty-eight year old Ava Jacobson, who gives birth to her daughter thirteen weeks prematurely. With the stress of wondering if her baby will survive, her fiancé in Afghanistan, the demon from her past and the support from her only friend, Caleb, life turns dark for Ava. Then in walks her daughter’s doctor, Doctor Ashton Bailey…and everything changes.
The story is a heavy emotional roller coaster that includes serious issues such as rape and suicide, and that with the added emotion that Ava goes through watching her daughter in the NICU and the infidelity towards the end of the book, the story is not for everybody. However, if you do like emotionally charged books, Look After You is definitely the story for you!
Where do you get your inspiration from?
I find a lot of inspiration when listening to music, helping me get into the right mind set for a certain chapter, helping ideas click into place. Real life is also a huge factor for inspiration, especially in my recent book Look After You. The NICU holds a very special place in my heart.
How do you go about creating the perfect "Swoon" worthy man?
A “swoon” worthy man in my opinion has to be sweet, sexy, protective with a little alpha in him but not too controlling. He has to be funny too. This is definitely the basis of the leading man in my debut novel, Look After You.
If you couldn’t be an author, what would your ideal career be?
When I was little, I always wanted to be a pop star, like Britany Spears, it seemed exciting, but the older I got and realised I’m no ‘Mariah Carey’ I  thought it would be cool to be a roadie or a band manager. So my ideal career would be a band manager. (Although I much prefer to be an author!)
What’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?
Mark, my other half, had flowers sent to my work when I was least expecting it for my birthday last year. After seven years of being together, it was the first time he had sent me flowers and I thought that was really sweet.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
I love to read a good book or watch back to back television programmes. My current unwind programme is Gossip Girl. I also love to take a time out at the cinema and get lost in a film.
What’s your greatest weakness?
I become obsessed (Not in a stalker kind of way!). I become very critical of my own work and I obsess until I’m either at breaking point or I’m a 100 percent happy with my work. And even when I’m happy with the final proof…I’m still left wondering if my work is still perfect.
Tell us something that might surprise our readers.
Elena Matthews isn’t my birth name. My author name is made up of two very special people, one I sadly never got the chance to meet, and another who I only have very few memories of. They both hold a special place in my heart and I love being able to carry their names around with me. And my real name? I think I’ll keep you in suspense!


The birth of your firstborn child is supposed to be the best day of your life, a joyous occasion. Well that’s what twenty-eight year old Ava Jacobson thought. That is until her life takes a drastic turn for the worse and her daughter is born three months earlier than planned, weighing only two pounds, two ounces. 

A distraught Ava is thrown into the deep end of motherhood and instead of being able to hold her baby like other moms, she has to sit back and watch her daughter fight for her life in the hospital’s neonatal intensive care unit, while her fiancé, Sebastian Gilbert is in the midst of a messy war in Afghanistan. Ava is left to pick up the pieces with the help of her only friend, Caleb Summers. 

When her vulnerable state hits an all time low, she finds solace in an unexpected pair of intense green eyes. Eyes that belong to her daughter's doctor, Ashton Bailey, and she falls, like she has never fallen before. However, for the sake of Sebastian she desperately tries to fight against her newfound feelings for Ashton, but eventually the pull between the two is so strong that it is impossible for her to stay away. 

Then when Ava is convinced things can't possibly get any worse, a cloud of blackness closes in on her as the secret demons of her past come back to haunt her, with news that will irreversibly shake her entire world forever. 

As Ava’s roller coaster ride she calls life begins to circle the drain, she quickly learns that even through the darkness of evil, there is always that one person who will look after you and have the ability to pull you away from the brink of no return, when nobody else can. 

Warning: Recommended for ages 18+ due to heavy subject matters of rape and suicide. Also includes violence, explicit language and sexual situations.

Buy from: Amazon | B&N | iTunes 

Author bio

Independent author Elena Matthews was born in Manchester, United Kingdom, where she lives with her other half, but even after eight wonderful years, she is still waiting for that epic proposal. Elena enjoys spending quality time with her friends and family, especially her four-year-old niece, who is the apple of her eye (A little monkey too!). Elena is positive she is the love child of Jekyll and Hyde. Thankfully, the joys of being an auntie, means she can hand Caitlin back to her mum and dad when she's all tired out! (Elena, not her niece).
Elena spent three years of her life at Salford University studying media production, to decide at the end of her degree she no longer wanted to pursue a career in the media. Instead, it took her another two and half years to realise her calling. Writing. Now she lives and breathes her writing. She even had to tell her colleagues at work whenever she is found daydreaming at her desk, it's because she is conversing with her characters.