Man vs. Ocean. A battle for love will make one fierce fighter learn to sink or swim.
Release Day Blitz: Wicked Me
Author: Lindsey Loucks
Dates: 25th of January
Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours
Power, corruption, revenge… Falling in love sure is hard.
Nothing will come between book-lover Paige Sullivan and her dream library internship. That includes her new roommate, the panty annihilator known as Sam Cleary. But a man from Paige’s past reappears with a secret agenda and puts everything at risk, including her growing feelings for Sam.
Blackmailed to protect his family, Sam Cleary is in way over his head. But when his childhood crush becomes his new roommate, old feelings are rekindled, even as his family’s secrets begin to unravel.
Lindsey R. Loucks is a USA Today bestselling author of paranormal romance, science fiction, and contemporary romance. When she’s not discussing books with anyone who will listen, she’s dreaming up her own stories. Eventually her brain gives out, and she’ll play hide and seek with her cat, put herself in a chocolate-induced coma, or watch scary movies alone in the dark to re-energize.
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The empty glass of Crown and Coke reminded Yuri she needed this vacation. They’d only landed an hour ago, and she’d already downed two glasses, was anticipating a third, and hoping by number four, she’d be numb to all the drama. The constant ringing of her cell phone triggered resentful emotions she normally wouldn’t feel towards her father. She needed space, and he refused to give it to her. Taking a deep breath, Yuri shoved her phone into her carry-on bag. I’m not going to spend this trip drowning my sorrows. She’d tackle her demons and make life-changing decisions after her trip. Right now, she needed to get the room key, change, and get her day started.
The sun’s rays kissed her skin, lending to the tropical atmosphere. A blend of coconut oil, salt water, fresh fruit, and the unique scent of fragrant blooms invaded her senses. Peace. Yuri took a deep breath as she walked into the front lobby of the resort. Dark browns with touches of orange gave the place a welcoming feel. There was the perfect amount of light highlighting the entrance. A curtain of water showered the side walls, decorated with a tropical mural. Yuri typically retreated to her room upon arriving. Not this trip. Exploring hit the top of her list while she vacationed. She had no intention of remaining behind closed doors.
“This is what I needed.”
Both of her friends, Naima and Leah, walked ahead toward the concierge. Only one room for the three of them. A junior bungalow suite that sat atop the water with its own ocean pool.
“Excuse me,” a deep voice boomed behind her. She didn’t turn around and refused to look. Instead, moved out of the man’s way. That his voice evoked images of dark chocolate drizzled over melted marshmallows meant one thing: bad news. Anytime a man’s voice reminded Yuri of food, one of two things happened. Either she created the flavor, or she took a taste. It’s what had happened with her last relationship. Thomas reminded her of caramelized sugar and butter. Yeah, and where did that get you? This man’s voice led to thoughts of simple ingredients. Two. Dark chocolate and marshmallows. A Bitter-sweet flavor melted over a cloud of decadent bliss. The perfect combination of sex and sin.
“Yuri, the room sleeps three,” Naima’s voice pulled her back to reality.
“If you can work with it, so can I. Otherwise, I can grab a separate room.”
“Girl, don’t be crazy, we’ve all slept in tight spaces, we can make this work. Besides, I don’t plan on living in my room. Do you?”
No, she didn’t.
She’d already made plans.
“I have an appointment for snorkeling, in,”—Yuri gazed at her Fitbit for the time— “an hour and a half. I’m gonna change out of my travel clothes and head on over to meet with the group.”
“All right, here’s the keycard.” Naima walked over and placed the card in her hand.
Snorkeling, hiking, and the chance to eat at Rudy’s held top spots on her to-do list. Time was her main ingredient.
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I listened to this song a lot while I worked on Yuri and Sven’s story. This story was really hard for me to write because I was really going through something. I ended up listening to this group on a constant loop. It also influenced the story, and help me to find the ending that Sven and Yuri needed. I hope you enjoy the song. Below is the new cover for Sven and Yur’s story, Noting Sweeter, this re-releases this month on the 30th! Look for Links tomorrow in Tuesday’s Treat along with a sneak peek at chapter one.
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When London was fifteen, a fortune teller told her she would meet her soul mate on June 23rd. The only problem is, which June 23rd? The woman wasn’t specific and only called him her dreamer. Desperate to find her mystery man eleven years later, London sets out to search for him but is waylaid by a mugger instead.
Elliot has had his eye on the woman who jogs past the park where he coaches his nephew’s baseball team for the past month. When he’s the first responder for a mugging victim on June 23rd, she’s barely conscious. She’s the woman tattooed on his chest. He’s seen her in his dreams and has been drawing her for years.
They’ll both sound crazy if they reveal their secrets, but they can’t stay away from each other. Elliot has priorities, promises made to his late sister. London’s trying to live a more intentional existence instead of waiting for everything to fall in her lap.
Can they fulfill the destiny predicted by the fortune teller? Or will fate be undone?
London had always thought carnivals were magical places, even when she didn’t get to go. But tonight, on her fifteenth birthday, the flashing lights and sounds of the midway were enough to make her think anything was possible. Smiling people were everywhere, lending credence to her thoughts of the place fulfilling wishes.
A lone tent sat at the end of the games, on the periphery, just beyond the balloon and dart game.
“What’s that?” Tanner asked as she tugged on his hand to where the darkened tent stood, lit only by a lone, purple bulb outside.
“I don’t know, but I’m just nosy enough to want to find out,” she proclaimed.
The enchanted atmosphere of the fair had gotten under her skin like the odor of popcorn and cotton candy, but Tanner sighed, an exasperated sound she London was well familiar with. He went along with most everything she said, even when he thought it was a bad idea.
“Great,” he muttered under his breath. “Two teens disappeared at the carnival last Thursday. Witnesses say they were last seen entering a creepy tent.”
“Oh, lighten up.” As they grew closer to the tent, a fission of energy stole up London’s spine, as if the air crackled with electricity. She could feel it spread through her body like a tingle, and the hair on her arms stood up. “Can you feel it?”
“Feel what? That chili dog after the slingshot? Yup. I feel like I could hurl.”
She rolled her eyes and tugged him toward the tent. A pair of eyes surrounded by more hair than London had ever seen peered out at them from the shadowed doorway.
“The birthday girl has come to have her fortune read,” the woman stated simply, her voice older than time.
Tanner froze, gripping her hand tightly, while a flush stole through London’s insides. The magic was palpable here, even if she didn’t have the confirmation from the woman’s words. She couldn’t figure out how the woman had known it was her birthday, unless there were spies planted around the carnival who’d overheard something Tanner had said.
“Come inside, and let me tell your future.” The tiny woman seemed to grow as she spread the tent opening wide for London to enter, but she stopped Tanner with a wrinkled hand to his chest. “Not you.”
He looked at London with pleading, wide eyes, silently begging her not to go in by herself. Tanner reached out and fingered the feather in her ears, the pair of earrings he had given her. “She shouldn’t know that.” His voice was filled with doom and gloom, but London wouldn’t be cowed by his attitude. She only giggled and shook her head.
“I’ll be right out. Don’t be a chicken. What’s she going to do to me?”
“I don’t know. Eat you?” Tanner muttered under his breath as he shoved his hands in his pockets and took a step back.
Inside, the tent was warmer than the November chill outside, but London couldn’t see a space heater and didn’t think it would be safe anyway. Every conceivable surface was covered with colorful scarves. She couldn’t figure out where the dim light was coming from, either. The air was thick with something, though. London could feel it. A sort of presence, or cloud, but it wasn’t oppressive. It was comforting, so she followed the lady deeper into the tent, which suddenly seemed huge.
Her wide eyes couldn’t take in everything; it was an overload of textures and colors. The air seemed to ripple, and London blinked, trying to clear her vision. As the woman led her to a chair, she tried in vain to see what was happening. Even as magical as everything seemed, she was looking for mirrors, a latch to something, or even a giant magnet, but nothing was visible besides the brightly-colored fabrics everywhere.
Sitting at a small, round table, London watched intently as the woman glided over to a tall table and lit something smelly, wafting it around the room. It was incense, London guessed, but not a scent she knew. London couldn’t tell how old the woman was, not with all the makeup she wore. Her dark, curly hair went down to her waist in a puffy cloud. She made a tinkling noise when she moved, as if she wore bells on her ankles and wrists, and London looked down to see she was barefoot, with no adornments she could see.
“Since it’s your birthday, I won’t charge you for your fortune.” The woman smiled, her eyes glittering in the darkness.
“How do you know it’s my birthday?” London couldn’t help but ask the question, but the woman didn’t answer. Instead, her hand snatched out and grabbed at London’s necklace, a platinum heart her parents had given her that morning. It had a small diamond in it, and London knew she would treasure this small token.
“Close to your parents? The luck runs out of you in rivulets,” the woman mused as she fondled the necklace. London was frozen, not wanting to move and break it. She really liked this necklace for its simplicity. It represented something to London, but she couldn’t figure out exactly what, just that it was important and she didn’t want it broken on the first day she’d gotten it. “You lead a charmed life.”
When the fortune-teller detached herself from London’s necklace and sat across from her, London breathed in deeply, waiting for more. She just knew this was going to be great. Her lips tugged up at the corners, and she wasn’t sure if it was nerves or excitement.
A crystal ball sat in the middle of the table, and she stifled the giggle bubbling up as the woman caressed it lovingly, almost dramatically. London didn’t want to offend the woman, but this was a show, and she was eating it up. London knew this woman wouldn’t tell her anything life-changing because that’s not how this game was played. She would tell London something that would make her gush to her friend, who would come in and pay to have her tell his fortune, and she’d charge him twice as much. London may be a kid, but she wasn’t stupid.
In spite of her thoughts, London felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise to attention while the woman lost her focus inside the crystal ball as if she were actually seeing something in there, but it was far away at the same time. Her eyes glazed over, like a cloud had fallen. It was fascinating to watch, and the butterflies in London’s belly took flight, swarming around.
“You’re a good girl, but your destiny will be hard to reach.” The fortune-teller’s voice changed as she spoke while looking at the ball. London studied it but didn’t see anything—no lights or clouds of smoke swirling around. It was just a glass globe. Still, her scalp crackled with goose bumps. “You will have many good friends. Like I said, you are lucky. And you will meet your dreamer on June twenty-third. He is your destiny, my child. Your life will change.” As she spoke, her voice seemed far away, almost child-like, and London’s skin felt a stroke of warmth, as if someone were touching her. “Be careful with him, though. He’s a runner.” She sat back in her chair. “A beautiful runner,” she mused. “You are a very lucky girl, indeed. Success, fortune, it’s all in here.” She tapped the ball as she looked at London, her voice returning to normal. “You just have to catch it.”
With that, she rose and walked to the tent flap, opening it without a word. London sat there, stupefied. It wasn’t like the woman had told her anything spectacular, but the energy in the tent was unmistakable. Something had just happened, and London couldn’t process it.
Her legs shaky, London stood and walked to the opening of the tent, the air outside cooling her skin. Tanner stood there, a strange look on his face as he turned toward where she exited.
“Well? Are you in for a ton of money?”
London’s voice got caught in her throat, and as she turned, she knew what she would see. The goose bumps were gone, the tingly feelings had stopped, the energy dissipated. She just knew.
The woman was gone, the tent dark, as if nothing was there.
“No,” she managed to choke out. “Let’s go ride the Ferris Wheel.” Desperate to change the subject, she tugged Tanner along. She didn’t want to tell him. It seemed like a secret, sort of like a birthday wish. If she told, it wouldn’t come true.
That night, she marked her calendar for June twenty-third with a giant star so she’d know to be looking for her dreamer.
The next morning, she took up running, just in case.
Azekel Adesuyi, who uses the mononymous stage name Azekel, is a Nigerian born, British singer-songwriter, musician and producer from East London.
I love this song beyond measure. (I love a lot of songs that way) But this was perfect for, It Happened on a Tuesday. For those of you who read 2 Nights With You (Yuri’s Book) You’ll know that this is Ocean’s story. Sven and Yuri’s daughter. It’s my first New Adult Contemporary Romance and I’m so excited. The Cover Reveal is January 25th! So be on the look out! It’s currently up for Pre-order on itunes, but will go wide in March everywhere!
But here is where you can find the lyrics to That Feeling. It’s one of those songs that just vibes from beginning to end. Lyrics Here:
While I wrote Sven and Yuri’s book, I listened to a lot of music. But for every book, I do have a play-list. Yuri’s book consisted of 15 songs, from William Singe all the way to Bob Moses. I can’t even begin to express the feels I get when listening to the song on my track list.
If you have apple iTunes, or even Spotify, you can jam to this song. It’s also on YouTube as well, and I’ve placed it here in the post.
Hope you enjoy the jam as much as I do!
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Whiskey brown eyes.
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Excerpt Two Nights With You: Naima
By Olivia Gaines
Midway through her second boiled egg, breakfast was interrupted by a blond woman sporting a too small bikini which made her assets look like two overripe melons covered by a strip of toilet paper. They bounced as she ran over to the table on her tip toes in high heeled red sandals, too much lipstick and matted weaved in her hair. The sarong which clung to her fat injected ass barely covered the thong bikini bottom as she stopped in front of their table, doing a happy girl spin showing DJ all she had to offer.
“Oh hell no,” Naima said, standing up.
Derrick’s eyes were wide as he watched Naima plant her feet, put her hands on her hips and stand between him and what he knew to be a fan.
“Stop right there,” Naima said. “You see this man dining with me, yet you will be so bold as to interrupt our meal to attempt to lure him into whatever sordid idea has entered your empty head. What is it you want?”
The blond woman opened her mouth to reveal a row of small white teeth. “I’m sorry, I meant no disrespect. I am such a fan. I only wanted a picture with him.”
“Where is your phone?” Naima asked.
To her shock, the woman stepped around her, rubbed her large breast going down the side of her body. “I seem to have nowhere to put one in this suit,” she said winking at Derrick.
Naima reached back onto the table, picked up the remainder of her drink and dashed into the woman’s face.
“Back up chick,” she said. “No disrespect my ass. You are going to mess around and have me snatch that raggedy weave right out of your head. That is my man, so bounce your fake titties back where you came from and spread the word. He is off limits and mine.”
The woman stood there in shock, her mouth open, covered in Naima’s margarita, which pissed her off more than the woman treating her as if she were replaceable when and if Derrick got bored.
“Why are you still standing here? Be gone,” Naima said, sitting back down. Picking up the butter knife, she looked at the woman, daring her to make a move. Turning in the ridiculously red high heels, she and her fake boodie, bounced away.
“Damn. Now my drink is gone. Wasted,” she said with a frown as she cut into the egg.
Derrick only watched her, not sure what just happened. Naima sat eating her breakfast as if nothing unusual had occurred.
He cleared his throat.
“What?” She asked, biting into her toast.
“You don’t have any act right in you, do you?”
“Nope. I do possess a very large ass check book and I can buy some when the need arises,” she said with a wink.
Derrick chuckled at the freshness of her attitude.
“Thank you for that intervention. I became a bit of a recluse because of those types of encounters with women who immediately think I am some sort of sex machine always on the ready,” he said, looking at her.
“Aww man! You are not always on the ready? There goes my weekend plans,” she said with a twist of her lip.
He found himself smiling.
Excerpt YURI by JK Rivers
After checking into their room, Yuri unpacked her toiletries. There was a window in her shower, and on the other side of the open window was another window. Her neighbors were showering and enjoying themselves by the sound of the woman’s moans.
“Looks like we’re not the only ones who thought a shower would be a good idea.” Sven chuckled, turning Yuri to face him. “I’d kiss you, but we both have airplane smell on us. I’ll start the water. Grab the towels and meet me inside.”
“Yup, on it.”
Sven and Yuri’s shower lasted longer than their neighbors’, and they may have been louder. All of it magnificent—from Sven washing her hair to washing her. She returned the favor, but after he turned her body, pressed her front to the cold tile wall, and worshiped her body with his own.
Sated and clean, they collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs.
“I think we should stay in bed,” Yuri suggested. “Get room service, make love all day. I don’t have anywhere to be until tomorrow.”
“You’re trying to kill me. Or, at least, wound me.” Sven grunted, a grin on his lips as he rubbed circles on her stomach with his hand.
“Nah, but you’d look good with a limp.”
They both laughed.
“Get dressed. I’ll feed you. We’re up on the mountain in the next hour.”
“Bossy.” Yuri smirked, getting up from the bed.
“You like it.” Sven winked before standing and pulling on a pair of shorts and a cotton tee.” Yuri looked in her bag and pulled out a colorful jumper with tropical flowers. She tossed on brown wedge sandals and made sure to wash her face and brush her teeth. Sven watched her through the mirror, and she smiled back at him as she set about putting lotion on her arms and legs.
“What is it?” she asked him.
“Angel, put on some tennis shoes.”
Sven crossed his arms, his shirt shifting with his muscled arms.
“Trust me, the shoes work. I hope I can convince you to wear them and nothing else to bed, but honestly, your feet will be sore from all the walking. Trust me.”
Yuri toed off her shoes and pulled on a pair of tennis shoes.
“I look ridiculous.”
Sven tossed his head back and roared with laughter. He had a great laugh, but not when aimed at her. “Stop laughing, Sven.”
“I can’t help it. You’re adorable.” Sven crossed their small room to stand in front of Yuri. “The shoes are fine. You’re fine. Food first, and then Sugarloaf. Don’t be a sourpuss.”
“Don’t make me get ugly, Sven,” Yuri warned.
“Impossible, you could never be ugly. Inside or out. Your beautiful glow knows no bounds, Yuri. It’s one of the reasons I love you. People can’t help but gravitate toward you. They get just a hint of your light, and they come from miles around just to be near it.”
“Well, light or not, I can get pretty ugly when pushed into a corner.”
Sven cracked a grin again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He gripped her face in both hands, his eyes peering into hers. She didn’t know what he was searching for, but he obviously looked for something. The longer they stood there staring, the more his face changed. She hadn’t seen the darkness behind his eyes for days. She’d thought it a figment of her imagination. Wrote it off as her own personal issues rising to put a stop to her happiness. But then it appeared again. As he held her, as he searched for answers, she saw it, peeking out from behind the current of blue.
“There she is,” he whispered moments later, the darkness firmly tucked away. “My beautiful angel, and her brightly shining light. You can pull any man from the darkest of places and bring him back to life.”
“How would you know?”
“Because it’s what you’re doing for me. I shouldn’t want you. Hell, I’m fucked up, and I know you know it; you just haven’t brought it up yet. But that’s okay. We’ll talk about my shit when the time is right. We’ll talk about yours, too. But for now, we’re in Brazil. A city that I love, with a woman that I love, and I plan to make the most of it.”
© 2017 JK Rivers
Excerpt from, ‘Leah’, written by Tiana Laveen – featured in the anthology, “2 Nights with You” with stories by Olivia Gaines, J.K. Rivers and Tiana Laveen.
“You see that?” He took a gulp from his bottle of water and thrust his forearm dangerously close to her face as he pointed to a large pinnacle. “That’s the top of Mount Tohivea.”
“Oh wow … this is so amazing.” As she took in the sights, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss against her cheek. She turned towards him and trailed her fingertips along his chin. He responded with the most beautiful smile, and by whispering in her ear words she’d never heard before.
“¿Te estás disfrutando?”
He burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, my bad. I just asked if you were havin’ a good time?”
“Oh, yes, very much so.”
“Good.” He squeezed her hand and stretched his legs while they enjoyed their tour.
Their rough ride came to an end and they were off to another adventure. Soon, Leah found herself giggling uncontrollably at the Pineapple Plantation as she tasted samples of succulent fruit. The laughter she couldn’t corral wasn’t because her drink had been spiked. No, it was just due to the fact that the man kept saying the silliest of things, making her crack up at all the wrong times.
Caesar wrapped his arms around her, uncaring that they were surrounded by a swarm of roving tourists. He leaned in to her ear. “That pineapple couldn’t be as sweet as you…” he whispered.
“Oh, really?” She smirked, trying desperately to keep from cheesing super hard in the man’s face.
“You gotta give me some more of that good-good tonight, baby. I wanna taste and swallow that juice so bad…”
She tried her best to stay serious, or at least to keep the little floral-printed paper cup in her grasp as her nerves made themselves known, but he squeezed her so close in his strong arms, and he smelled so damn good.
He kissed the top of her head and kept on holding her in a tight, yet loving embrace. She never wanted this moment to end … the way she felt in his loving arms. It was almost as if right then nothing in the world could harm her; she could do anything she set her mind to, and she’d have a man to back her up and uplift her, support her.
She was entertaining fairytales, of course, but it was nice to consider all the same. Caesar didn’t offer another word, no more sexual innuendos or intimate proposals. She felt so secure as she listened to his heartbeat with her head against his chest. She needed what he was giving, just the way he served it. It didn’t matter how long he remained in her life, be it two seconds, two nights, or longer; it only mattered that he was there with her at that moment. They existed together, right here, right now.
It doesn’t matter if nothing more becomes of me and him; I realize that now. I’ve transcended that line of thinking. It’s not childish or immature to have a wild, sensual time at least once in my life. Just enjoy the experience. Not everything has to have a rulebook. It’s a part of life, a part of MY life, delivered in my time of need. I’m getting what I want: good conversation, male companionship, affection, attention, comfort, plentiful laughs … and he knows it. He makes me feel sexy, desired, like he cares about what I say and how I feel. Two days of that is better than none at all…
She looked up at him, catching his eye. He smiled at her.
“Thank you for this. You’re one hell of a man…”
Three dynamic authors, three dynamite novels.
College friends, Leah, Naima, & Yuri reunite for a fun filled weekend in Tahiti. The ladies check into an exclusive luxury resort as three beautifully crafted stories begin by taking the reader on a two-night, romantic adventure.
Artfully woven romances bloom in a tropical paradise backdropped against a picturesque setting kicking off a personal transformation of all three women, with new men, new challenges, and loads of love.
Come enjoy their weekend by reading Two Nights with You.