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Friday, August 24, 2018
Thursday, August 23, 2018
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BY M. Robinson
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Cover Design: The Final Wrap
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ New Adult
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In a world where I had no say, violence became my refuge, and nothing else mattered.
Not even my own life.
Until her.
Skyler Bell.
It all started the first time I heard that voice. Giving me hope for tomorrow. My first love was everything all at once.
Consuming.
Maddening.
Forever.
Mine.
Except, I never imagined there were secrets that needed to be shared. Lies that needed to be confessed. Truths that needed to be told.
Demons that needed to be buried.
Once I realized the depth, the longing, the sadness and sorrow in her eyes mirrored mine, it was too late. Love didn't come to me as heartbreak, it came as everything I've ever wanted. Walking away wasn't an option, but it was the only choice I had.
I finally found the price of love and it cost me...
My soul.
My body molded perfectly against his like I was
made just for him, only him. It was the most overwhelming, mind blowing,
consuming feeling I’d ever felt in my entire life. There would be no coming
back from this.
From him.
From us.
Ruining me for any other guy. He slowly parted his lips, beckoning me to do the same. I followed his lead, imitating the same rhythm he set. His tongue traced my swollen lips, and it left the craziest sensation in its wake. A tingly fire that only he could put out. I’d never be able to lick my lips and not think of this very moment. It would be lodged next to my heart where he belonged.
I pulled back my tongue, and he took it as an open invitation to gently push his into my awaiting mouth. Seeking mine out, turning this kiss into something more than I could have ever imagined it could be.
No words came close to describing what was happening between us. The feelings he stirred deep within my mind, my soul, matching my emotions with each stroke of his tongue and lips. This push and pull was as uncontrollable as where fate wanted to take us. I never wanted him to stop kissing me.
Not for a second.
A year.
A lifetime.
Noah’s lips were meant to be on mine. My body was meant to be beneath his. Our hearts were meant to be together.
I was his girl.
I had always been his girl.
From him.
From us.
Ruining me for any other guy. He slowly parted his lips, beckoning me to do the same. I followed his lead, imitating the same rhythm he set. His tongue traced my swollen lips, and it left the craziest sensation in its wake. A tingly fire that only he could put out. I’d never be able to lick my lips and not think of this very moment. It would be lodged next to my heart where he belonged.
I pulled back my tongue, and he took it as an open invitation to gently push his into my awaiting mouth. Seeking mine out, turning this kiss into something more than I could have ever imagined it could be.
No words came close to describing what was happening between us. The feelings he stirred deep within my mind, my soul, matching my emotions with each stroke of his tongue and lips. This push and pull was as uncontrollable as where fate wanted to take us. I never wanted him to stop kissing me.
Not for a second.
A year.
A lifetime.
Noah’s lips were meant to be on mine. My body was meant to be beneath his. Our hearts were meant to be together.
I was his girl.
I had always been his girl.
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angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been
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are The Bronze Horseman Trilogy by Paullina Simons.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
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In a world where I had no say, violence became my refuge, and nothing else mattered.
Not even my own life.
Until her.
Skyler Bell.
Not even my own life.
Until her.
Skyler Bell.
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Sunday, August 19, 2018
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Friday, August 17, 2018
LESS THAN A WEEK!!! Thoughts?!
LESS THAN A WEEK!!! Thoughts?!
My back hit the concrete wall with a thud.
“You got what you wanted, so you can go now. Because I can’t stand fucking looking at you any longer!”
I reached for her on pure impulse. “Skyler—” As soon as she felt my strong arm’s wrap around her waist, she kneed me in the balls.
“We’re even now, because I hate you too.”
Push.
I groaned in pain, and in her fuck-me heels, she took off running toward the exit. Breathing through the dis-comfort for a moment, I hauled ass after her. My boots pounding the wet pavement, chasing her in the pouring rain. Catching up with her outside the back of the dark building.
I gripped her arm and roughly turned her toward me, never expecting what happened next.
“No!” she shouted bloody murder, once again shoving me as hard as she could. She didn’t falter, losing her fucking shit on me. “I loved you!” She ignored the sting I knew her hand must have felt every time it connected with my face and body. Hitting me anywhere she could.
I tried blocking each and every blow, driving her further to push and hit me harder. Taking out every malicious word I’d said to her, and years of pent-up anger with herself, on me.
“I fucking loved you!”
“Cutie, calm the fuck down,” I ordered, trying to grip onto her wrists.
“Fuck you!” she yelled, punching and shoving me more, the closer I came toward her. “You don’t know anything! Nothing!”
“Skyler, enough!”
Raising her hand up to slap me across the face, I gripped onto her wrist and spun her around before she could react. She lost her footing which only made it easier for me to carry her up into my arms. Striding over to the nearest car that appeared abandoned in a secluded corner of the alley.
“Stop it,” I warned, controlling her body from thrashing around. Pissing her off even more.
“You stop it! Put me down!”
And I did, slamming her ass on the hood. Taking ahold of both her wrists with my hand and placing them above her head. I pinned her down, and still she fought with every ounce of courage she had left in her.
“For fucks sake, stop!”
“No!”
“Well then, I’m just gonna havta fuck the fight right out of ya.”
“Don’t you dar—”
My lips crashed onto hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Demanding complete and utter control. She weakly thrashed around, and I held her tighter against my chest, kissing her fucking senseless.
Groaning against her lips, “Fuck… I missed you…”
My back hit the concrete wall with a thud.
“You got what you wanted, so you can go now. Because I can’t stand fucking looking at you any longer!”
I reached for her on pure impulse. “Skyler—” As soon as she felt my strong arm’s wrap around her waist, she kneed me in the balls.
“We’re even now, because I hate you too.”
Push.
I groaned in pain, and in her fuck-me heels, she took off running toward the exit. Breathing through the dis-comfort for a moment, I hauled ass after her. My boots pounding the wet pavement, chasing her in the pouring rain. Catching up with her outside the back of the dark building.
I gripped her arm and roughly turned her toward me, never expecting what happened next.
“No!” she shouted bloody murder, once again shoving me as hard as she could. She didn’t falter, losing her fucking shit on me. “I loved you!” She ignored the sting I knew her hand must have felt every time it connected with my face and body. Hitting me anywhere she could.
I tried blocking each and every blow, driving her further to push and hit me harder. Taking out every malicious word I’d said to her, and years of pent-up anger with herself, on me.
“I fucking loved you!”
“Cutie, calm the fuck down,” I ordered, trying to grip onto her wrists.
“Fuck you!” she yelled, punching and shoving me more, the closer I came toward her. “You don’t know anything! Nothing!”
“Skyler, enough!”
Raising her hand up to slap me across the face, I gripped onto her wrist and spun her around before she could react. She lost her footing which only made it easier for me to carry her up into my arms. Striding over to the nearest car that appeared abandoned in a secluded corner of the alley.
“Stop it,” I warned, controlling her body from thrashing around. Pissing her off even more.
“You stop it! Put me down!”
And I did, slamming her ass on the hood. Taking ahold of both her wrists with my hand and placing them above her head. I pinned her down, and still she fought with every ounce of courage she had left in her.
“For fucks sake, stop!”
“No!”
“Well then, I’m just gonna havta fuck the fight right out of ya.”
“Don’t you dar—”
My lips crashed onto hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Demanding complete and utter control. She weakly thrashed around, and I held her tighter against my chest, kissing her fucking senseless.
Groaning against her lips, “Fuck… I missed you…”
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Wednesday, August 8, 2018
LOST BOY SYNOPSIS IS LIVE!
In a world where I had no say, violence became my refuge, and nothing else mattered. Not even my own life.
Until her.
Skyler Bell.
It all started the first time I heard that voice. Giving me hope for tomorrow. My first love was everything all at once.
Consuming.
Maddening.
Forever.
Mine.
Except, I never imagined there were secrets that needed to be shared. Lies that needed to be confessed. Truths that needed to be told. Demons that needed to be buried. Once I realized the depth, the longing, the sadness and sorrow in her eyes mirrored mine, it was too late. Love didn't come to me as heartbreak, it came as everything I've ever wanted. Walking away wasn't an option, but it was the only choice I had.
I finally found the price of love and it cost me...
My soul.
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
TEASER TUESDAY I Noah and Skyler
Oh, God, Noah.
Memories of our time together came flooding back, playing like a movie reel in my head. Seeing every smile, every laugh, every sentiment. Feeling every stolen touch, every kiss, every last emotion he pulled out of me. The warmth his arms always provided, the sensation of freedom in his embrace, in his eyes, in each memory he ever shared with me. Hoping, praying, I’d do the same. I wanted to, more than anything.
I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
Not even for him.
When was the last time I felt any of this?
Would I ever feel it again?
Monday, July 30, 2018
NEW LOST BOY TEASER!
I never wanted him to stop kissing me.
Not for a second.
A year.
A lifetime.
Noah’s lips were meant to be on mine. My body was meant to be beneath his. Our hearts were meant to be together.
I was his girl.
I had always been his girl.
From USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson
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Wednesday, July 18, 2018
TEASER TUESDAY!
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I sighed, grabbing a pair of boxing gloves hanging from the ring, and started hitting one of the punching bags. A sequence of right, left hooks that barely budged the massive bag. It made me feel better, so I hit it again and again and again. Losing count of how many times I struck it.
Until I overheard Noah chastise, “Your form is all wrong.”
I spun and glared at him. “Hey, I know how to fight. I can kick someone’s ass too.”
“Is that right?” he drawled, walking up to me. Placing a bag of ice against my bruised forehead, causing me to hiss.
I ignored his sly grin and answered, “Yeah, that’s right.” Cocking my head side-to-side. “I’m a badass bitch, mothafucka,” I mocked in arrogant tone.
“Don’t call yourself a bitch, and don’t fuckin’ cuss.”
I put my hands on his chest, giving him a little shove. Spewing nothing but attitude, “You want a piece of me? Is that it, Prospect?”
He hadn’t said much about his new role in his MC life, and to be honest I was too scared for him to ask. We didn’t talk about our time apart, we just lived in the moment like we always had. It was easier falling back into the refuge and comfort we sought out in each other, in the first place. Making our time together that more memorable, personal, life changing.
That more everything.
His eyes zeroed in on me, amused with my performance. “I just saw you get your ass kicked by a locker. That answer your question?”
I snidely eyed him up and down, staying in character. Shoving the ice away from my forehead to get right up in his face. I mimicked the way he talked, “You scared of me? Cuz I ain’t scared of you.” And to really prove my point, I dramatically threw off my gloves and started jumping up and down, from my left foot to my right, holding my fists out in front of me like a real boxer. “I can take you raw.” Referring to my bare knuckles.
“Those are fightin’ words, little girl.”
“I’m a fucking ninja.” With that I went to punch him in the face with my right fist, but he caught it.
“What I tell you ‘bout cussin’?”
“You ain’t the boss of me,” I sassed, trying to hit him with my left fist, but he caught that one too.
“Didn’t ya say you were gonna try not to hurt yourself,” he taunted, spinning me around so fast that my back collided with his solid chest which felt like a steel wall. His sculpted arm snaked around my neck, holding my tiny frame captive against his massive physique. “Whataya gonna do now? You’re at my mercy,” he rasped in my ear, thrusting his groin into my ass. “Ya feel that? That’s not me scared of you, baby, that’s me fuckin’ hard for you. Wantin’ to take you fuckin’ raw.”
My eyes widened and my heart started to race a mile a second.
“Not so tough now, yeah? Not when my cock is in between your ass cheeks. Ya said you wanted a piece of me, is it everythin’ you imagined back there in the locker room? Huh? Or is it too fuckin’ big for your tiny pretty little pussy?”
Until I overheard Noah chastise, “Your form is all wrong.”
I spun and glared at him. “Hey, I know how to fight. I can kick someone’s ass too.”
“Is that right?” he drawled, walking up to me. Placing a bag of ice against my bruised forehead, causing me to hiss.
I ignored his sly grin and answered, “Yeah, that’s right.” Cocking my head side-to-side. “I’m a badass bitch, mothafucka,” I mocked in arrogant tone.
“Don’t call yourself a bitch, and don’t fuckin’ cuss.”
I put my hands on his chest, giving him a little shove. Spewing nothing but attitude, “You want a piece of me? Is that it, Prospect?”
He hadn’t said much about his new role in his MC life, and to be honest I was too scared for him to ask. We didn’t talk about our time apart, we just lived in the moment like we always had. It was easier falling back into the refuge and comfort we sought out in each other, in the first place. Making our time together that more memorable, personal, life changing.
That more everything.
His eyes zeroed in on me, amused with my performance. “I just saw you get your ass kicked by a locker. That answer your question?”
I snidely eyed him up and down, staying in character. Shoving the ice away from my forehead to get right up in his face. I mimicked the way he talked, “You scared of me? Cuz I ain’t scared of you.” And to really prove my point, I dramatically threw off my gloves and started jumping up and down, from my left foot to my right, holding my fists out in front of me like a real boxer. “I can take you raw.” Referring to my bare knuckles.
“Those are fightin’ words, little girl.”
“I’m a fucking ninja.” With that I went to punch him in the face with my right fist, but he caught it.
“What I tell you ‘bout cussin’?”
“You ain’t the boss of me,” I sassed, trying to hit him with my left fist, but he caught that one too.
“Didn’t ya say you were gonna try not to hurt yourself,” he taunted, spinning me around so fast that my back collided with his solid chest which felt like a steel wall. His sculpted arm snaked around my neck, holding my tiny frame captive against his massive physique. “Whataya gonna do now? You’re at my mercy,” he rasped in my ear, thrusting his groin into my ass. “Ya feel that? That’s not me scared of you, baby, that’s me fuckin’ hard for you. Wantin’ to take you fuckin’ raw.”
My eyes widened and my heart started to race a mile a second.
“Not so tough now, yeah? Not when my cock is in between your ass cheeks. Ya said you wanted a piece of me, is it everythin’ you imagined back there in the locker room? Huh? Or is it too fuckin’ big for your tiny pretty little pussy?”
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