Heroes To Swoon For Boxed Set
11 Sizzling Contemporary Romances
Multi-author boxed set
Genre: Contemporary Romance Anthology
Release Date: December 8, 2014
Cover Artist: http://www.bellamediamanagement.com/
New Release Sale Price: $0.99 Limited Time.
Purchased separately, the books in this set would cost over $30. Nine
Full-Length Novels, 1 Novella, and 1 Short Story from NY Times, USA Today,
National and International Bestselling Authors.
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~~BOOK #7 - Lost Avalon~~
Fame, fortune and a future paved with rock 'n roll gold - Blaise Nolan has it all. With his brooding good looks, haunting voice and troubled lyrics of a soul gone lost, it's no wonder his band Finding Nolan has been climbing the music charts with back to back hits. Only Blaise didn't wind up brooding, haunted and lost by accident...
Avalon Jennison has been the girl next door since she was five. The best friend since she was eight. The band manager since she was sixteen, and the keeper of his secrets always. Ava's been there every step of the way, helping Blaise live his dreams and keep his nightmares at bay. But the years of putting Blaise's needs above her own are about to be over.
However, Blaise has one secret even Ava doesn't know…and it could be the thing that breaks her heart completely, or finally puts it back together.
~~WHAT READERS SAY~~
“I love the relationship dynamic between Ava and Blaise and how they are the air they both need to breathe. This is a fantastic read.”
“Absolutely LOVED it!!!!! I'm dying for more of the boys!!!!!”
“K.S. you have definitely found a place with the rockin’ authors I love.”
~~EXCERPT~~
**CONTENT WARNING ~ ADULT LANGUAGE**
Fucking A, she was pissing me off.
“Would you stop being such a goddamn martyr, Ava?! Who the hell wants to celebrate shit when you’re sitting here falling to pieces alone in the dark?”
Silence. Then several sounds that made me think of an air pump, but were in actuality probably coming from her lips as she sucked in air as part of her desperate attempt to maintain her composure. I already knew she’d fail and instantly regretted yelling at her when I knew damn well I wouldn’t be able to hold her when she lost it. I’d just have to listen to it from my end of the tin can, helpless to do anything about it.
“Yo-you d-don’t get to s-say that to m-me, asshole.” I heard in between sobs.
“Actually, I’m the only one who gets to say that to you.” I was calmer this time around. “How much longer are you going to do this to yourself? Huh?”
She wept. “I don’t know, Blaise. I don’t fucking know. Don’t you think it would be so much easier to just come running into your arms and let you tell me how everything is going to turn up all fucking rainbows and unicorns?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “So let me. Let me tell you about fucking rainbows and unicorns…and cotton candy and dolphins and happily ever after and all that shit.”
“I can’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because, Blaise, I’ll believe you. And then what? Then we’re both fucked. The only reason you and I are so perfectly fucking matched is because you can dream up shit like that and keep your head in fucking la-la-land twenty-four/seven while I’ve got you tight by the hand keeping you firmly tied down to reality without you ever having to actually face it.”
Was she fucking kidding me with this?
“You seriously think I don’t have to face reality?”
“You’d have to be honest about what it is first to face it,” she spat.
“Nice. My mother. That’s what this is about for you?”
“Your mother, my mother. Our fucking fathers. Everyone’s fucking addictions.”
I knew she was just getting started. If I let her, she’d be going down this road all night, but we’d already been down it plenty. No need for another fucking recap. Not when the real issue had nothing to do with any of it.
“You need to listen to me, okay? No matter what happens, I am not going anywhere. Do you understand?”
“I know that.” She didn’t know shit. Worse, she was still crying. If anything it was only getting more intense. Ava was coming completely undone, unraveling at the seams like I’d never seen her do before. It scared me.
“You know what, fuck this. Hold on a sec.” I dropped the can and it rolled on the floor.
“Blaise? Blaise?” Her voice was distant, like it was a million miles away. Another reminder of how far apart we’d been in the last few weeks and how fucking sick it was making both of us.
I ran from my room and down the stairs. Once I was outside I came up along the side of my house and jumped the fence until I was standing just below her window. I used the overturned wheelbarrow they had lying in the grass by the house, along with the mower and hose, as a step up. Holding onto the rain gutters, I pulled myself up and carefully walked across the slanted roof until I reached her window.
Sliding my fingers into the small crack between the window and the frame where she’d kept it open for the string of our tin can phones to pass through, I lifted it all the way up until I was able to fit through.
“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. I thought I made it clear that I needed some distance.” She was clutching her blanket like the sight of me frightened her.
“Ava.” I slowly went to sit on the edge of her bed and she scrambled to get away.
“No.” She practically leapt from the mattress and ran to the opposite end of the room.
I stared at her, my eyes wide, mouth hanging open. I was supposed to be her source of comfort. It was my one redeemable quality. No way was I going to let her convince me that I had lost it. I hadn’t. Just with everything that had happened recently, she hadn’t been able to come to me. I hadn’t been able to hold her, ease her hurt…because I’d been the cause of it.
“Stop it.” I stood up and closed the distance between us in two steps. Before she could bolt again, I had a hold of her, both arms wrapped around her tightly.
“Let go, Blaise.” She tried to fight me, but it only made me grip her stronger, keeping her close to my chest. I leaned down until my lips were even with her ear. “I’m not letting go. Not ever. You hear me? I don’t care how hard you fight or what you do to try and hurt me, I am not letting go.” And I didn’t. Not when she tried to head-butt me. Not when she dug her heel into my foot and not even when she launched her entire body weight into the hold I had on her. I held on. Silently. Relentlessly. Until she broke.
“I hurt,” she cried.
“I know.” I gently rocked her back and forth while the tears continued to fall and the pain found its way out of her body one shudder at a time.
Ava slowly but surely let down her guard and eventually found herself molded to me again, two fucked up peas in a broken pod. That was us. But I was starting to like us this way.
~~Author Bio~~
K.S. Thomas is a mother by day, an author by night and a twenty-four/seven coffee addict. Although she hasn’t yet (and may never) decided on one preferred genre, there are three things you can always expect to find in her novels – humor (via plenty of wit and sarcasm) – drama (because that’s life) and, always – ALWAYS – a happily ever after (even when it’s not in the most expected ways).
Website: http://www.ksthomas.net
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/friedgatortail
We all need a hero! Preferably a hot, muscled, romantic one who's not afraid to fight for the woman he loves. From firefighters to athletes, and artists to rockers, these swoon-worthy heroes will keep you on your toes and weak in your knees. Slip into a reading adventure that will have you panting for more: fun, steam, and thrills.
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