My real life friend wrote the story ‘Loops’ in the Just Breathe anthology. I’m just so fucking proud of her for finally taking the leap to publish, and I want you guys to see just how talented Toni LeMay is so I am sneaking her in as a Teaser Thursday!
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Blurb
What if you woke up and everything was wrong? What if being insane gave you what you really wanted? Ruth’s world is shifting, her perception skewed. Confusion and anxiety grip her as she navigates an unfamiliar life. Will she escape the loop? Does she want to?
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Excerpt
“Where were you just now? We’ve been trying to talk to you. John was telling a funny story about how you were asking how to spell fruit.”
Kara cackled.
“Oh that….I remember Fruit Loops spelled differently. It’s been a weird day.” She shifted in her seat and looked around the bustling cafeteria.
“I like the idea of it spelled with O’s too, Ruth,” Jane offered.
They don’t get it.
“And I found a bunch of other weird stuff too, guys. All these things spelled differently and quotes from movies that have changed, and car logos, and even when and how famous people have died. Like…it feels like my memories don’t match up with reality, or with this reality.”
The table laughed.
“It’s fascinating. I like all this Matrixy stuff too,” Kara quipped.
“Oh stop it, this is just silly!” John looked warmly at Ruth.
She fell silent and twisted her mouth. “The new cashier seemed odd to me too.”
“New cashier?” John asked.
“Wasn’t it Carmen up there like always?” Tracy added?
The whole table looked at her waiting.
“Yeah,” she mumbled, “I guess I am confused.” She wasn’t confused. Ruth was certain that last week, and for the last three years, Lucy had been the cashier in the work cafeteria.
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Isn’t the story just so twisted? Toni was so excited about finally getting her story out there and I love it! I am working on Inheritance BUT some scenes for Beth from Breaking Beth keep popping into my head which is distracting me! I can’t wait to have enough to share with you. Until then, let me know what you thought of Loops!
Toni is a single mom of two kids with an active imagination. Writing is an outlet at the end of a long work and parenting day. She loves to write twisty stories with a sci-fi or paranormal flair and while she started with Flash Fiction, she is now branching out into longer forms.
Some of the reviews of Just Breathe have just made my heart glow so much. Gahhh! Everyone is loving the ‘Just Breathe’ anthology and the reviews are just everything. I loved working with the other authors, I loved writing ‘Cocoon’, and I have loved the support we have had since the release. Thank you all!
This week I wanted to bring you a story from one of my great friends, Measha Stone. She had a release and I didn’t promo it because of the stories in ‘Just Breathe’, so I need to fix that! Take a look at ‘Tower’ and just see if you can stop yourself from #oneclicking.
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Tower
I took Azalea from her tower. She didn’t come willingly, but she’s not going anywhere. She’s staying right where I have her. No matter her demands for freedom.
Azalea thinks the world outside is full of wonder and beauty. She has no clue about the danger that lurks within every shadow. And hell if I don’t want to keep her from finding out.
She’s sheltered but not stupid- and damn is she gorgeous. That long stark blonde hair and those crystal blue eyes- hits me in the gut every time I look at her.
The fire in her spirit only makes me crave her more. But, there’s secrets in her world. Secrets I intend to uncover and protect her from.
What’s not a secret? Azalea will belong to me.
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Excerpt
“I can’t let you take her.” Santos trod forward, more of a plea for understanding than a threat, but Daniel yanked his gun out and trained it on him.
“You don’t let us do anything, you asshole. She’s coming with us. Whatever your issues with that-—are yours, and I don’t give a flying fuck.”
Peter walked behind Daniel and gave Travis and Johnny a nod. They’d stand down unless Daniel needed help, which he wouldn’t.
“I’m not going with you,” Azalea said in a demanding voice. He cupped her elbow, but she yanked free and jumped back. “I’m not going.”
Peter strode closer to her, and when she retreated, he stepped again, walking her back against the wall. Leaning in closer, he inhaled her scent. The freshly washed, sweet scent of the innocent woman he was going to corrupt.
“Rule one, you don’t tell me what you will and won’t do.” He grabbed her chin, pressing his fingers into her face until she winced. “You are coming with me. And you won’t give me any fucking trouble, or what you saw at Tower the other night will be the tip of the iceberg for you when we get home.”
Her eyes widened at his promise.
“You don’t fucking understand,” Santos said, panic lacing his words. “You can’t fucking take her.”
“Too late.” Moving his hand from her face to her arm, Peter gripped her bicep and walked to the front door, dragging her along.
“No.” She pulled back, but he didn’t stop. He intensified his grip and yanked her along the way. “No! Peter! No!” she yelled and smacked at his hand.
Fear embedded her demands to be let go. Poor girl didn’t realize how much more that made him want her.
When he got to his car, he pulled his gun back out and pressed it against her back until she stopped fighting him. “Get in the car, Azalea. If you get back out, if you run, you will regret it. I will keep you safe, but you have to fucking listen to me. Any deviation from my directions, and you’ll find out the consequences.”
“Safe?” she hissed. “You’re kidnapping me!” she yelled into the chilled wind of the night.
Peter glanced around. No crowd had formed, but if she kept up her fit, the neighbors would come to investigate.
“Don’t make me gag you. Get in the fucking car.”
“No.” She shook her head and tugged again. “Fuck you.” She spat at him, missing his face but getting his shoulder.
“Not on your first night. But if you’re really good, maybe tomorrow.” He pulled away from her, pushing the barrel of his gun into her back. She stilled, but it wasn’t enough. She’d spat at him!
He yanked on her dress, a flimsy cotton thing, until her ass was exposed. Round, pert…fucking perfect.
“Peter.” She didn’t yell this time, probably not wanting to draw attention to them now that her ass was on display to the neighborhood.
He brought his left hand back and landed it on her ass three times in a row, same spot, same severity, eliciting the same muffled screech from her with each one. The darkness of the night, and the cotton panties she wore hid the blush of her ass from him, but he knew it was there. Knew the heat had been created. She stopped struggling.
“Get in, Azalea, or do you need more motivation?”
“No.”
He hadn’t hurt her, not really. She was probably shocked that he’d done it. Hell, he was a little surprised, too. Middle of the street, in the middle of getting her out of that house while his men were still dealing with Santos, but it needed to be done.
She’d be feeling a hell of a lot more if she didn’t cooperate soon.
He yanked the door open. “You keep that dress up at your hips. I want your spanked ass on the seat,” he ordered
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Isn’t that just HOT? Measha Stone’s dark, twisted, and fucking HOT version of Rapunzel is totally #oneclick worthy. I loved the interaction and buildup between Azalea and Peter, the dark and twisty is right up my alley, and the chemistry is super hot.
Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance.
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Have you #oneclicked the Just Breathe anthology yet? It is selling very well, which makes my heart sing because I love that it is for charity. To close out the last of the teasers from the Just Breathe anthology, this week I am bringing you ‘Tattered Pieces’ by Dani René.
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Tattered Pieces
I ran to save my life. I escaped the arms of a monster and ended up in a place that offered to shelter me from harm. But in this sanctuary, I find him. A man ink adorning every inch of skin that the eye can see. He intrigues me, but after my tumultuous past, I can’t get involved with anyone.
Trust is something I cannot give freely, but he makes me wonder if he’s worthy.
I’ve lived a life without rules. Being part of the Fallen Saints MC has allowed me to find a family I never thought I’d have. But when a mistake lands me in her path, I believe she’s been put there for a reason. A beauty with snow white hair, and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. But there’s something lurking in those depths, and I am adamant on finding out what it is.
Love is something I may not be able to offer, but I can give her protection. The question is, would she accept it?
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Teaser
Time stills.
Moments pass.
But there’s no peace.
The tension that coils in my stomach is a serpent, readying its attack on my body. I watch his chest rise and fall from the corner where I’ve been huddled up. I don’t move. I can’t. The agony has riddled me motionless. It’s easier to hide.
His form is peaceful, but it’s a lie. There’s no peace when the slightest movement can bring war. He breathes — in and out — until those black lashes flutter open and his dark eyes pin me to the spot. It’s as if he’s someone else. And I believe he’s been overtaken by an alien force rather than admit he’s the man I love.
His legs swing over the edge of the sofa. He doesn’t speak, because silence is more terrifying than the vile words he utters. He doesn’t see me, I’m nothing, but something all at the same time. I’m his solace, I’m his frustration, and as I watch him move about the room, I know I’ll soon be his punching bag.
Guilt weighs on me.
Sadness grips my heart.
And with each day that passes, I know no matter how many times the words “I’m sorry” pass those lips, it will never be enough. Because in the same breath, he hisses, “You’re a stupid whore.”
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Now that Cocoon is in your hands, I can tell you that I may have just finished a quick little story that *may* make your kindle require a nightlight. I have a surprise coming very shortly, lovelies, stay tuned and be ready because it is VERY dark!
A fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. It’s from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious. It’s in this world she’s found her calling, growing from strength to strength and hitting her stride.
On a daily basis, she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.
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