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Nothing Ever Lasts by Jasmine Lee

 

 

 

Title - Nothing Ever Lasts

Author - Jasmine Lee

Editor - Adrian J Smith

Formatter - Champagne Formats

Cover Designer - Sheri McGathy

Photographer - Tabitha Patterson

Cover Models - Bri Jay & Lance Jones



 

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I’m an asshole.

I got no shame in admitting it, hell my wife knew that first hand after we worked together the first time. It isn’t like I tried to be this candy ass punk of a douche to sweep her off her feet. Why would I waste my fucking time with that bullshit? When I can be a complete asshole and get her on her back.

Crude?

Yeah, something like that. But in the end I don’t give a shit, I got her. Now I just have to figure out how to get her to fall in love with me and to actually give this marriage of ours a shot. If for no other reason than at least for our daughter Emmy.


18+ Readers, Sexual Content, Language

 

Lori's 5+ star review

** spoiler alert ** I loved this book, but most of the way through, I wanted to smack the crap outta Kailee and the way she was treating Boyd. I know he did something wrong, but instead of hiding it, he told her and begged for forgiveness. I wish there were more chapters in Kailee's POV, but I am always a sucker for the male POV. Throughout the whole book, though, I just wanted to smack Kailee upside the head for the way she was treating Boyd. He was trying the best he could to make the marriage work, especially how it came about. But she doesn't ever give him the chance to show her that they could work out.

 

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About the author

 

Hey everyone, (Waves)

Well lets see, I could tell ya a grand story full of A-list celebrities but lets face it, that only happens in books. I'm married and have two kiddos a son who is a avid baseball player and a daughter who is very passionate about horses. I was born and raised in a small country town in Deep East Texas. Not playing the POP is like 300 people!! I love writing/reading and taking pictures. All 3 have been long time hobbies of mine.

J.L.  

 

 

 

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misconduct by Penelope Douglas

Title: Misconduct

Author: Penelope Douglas

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: December 1, 2015

Organized by: As the Pages Turn

Synopsis

Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…

Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.

Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…

(*STANDALONE, NO CLIFFHANGER*)

Misconduct - Excerpt

I narrowed my eyes, ready to object, but he grabbed my elbow and led me away from the group so fast I nearly stumbled along the brick path.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as he moved his hand to my back, continuing to lead me off the patio and into the house.

But he didn’t answer.

Most of the guests were outside, but there were a few scattered about, browsing around the house, as well as servers gathering food and supplies to refresh the tables.

“Tyler, someone will see us,” I whisper-yelled this time, trying to dig in my heels and stop him.

But once we were past the bustle of the kitchen, he took my hand and pulled me down the dimmed hallway and past the foyer to his den.

He opened the door, dragged me inside, and slammed it closed. Releasing my hand, he walked behind his desk and crossed his arms over his chest, locking eyes with me.

What the hell was wrong with him?

The woman simply wanted an introduction. Did he think I didn’t know how to be discreet? She couldn’t possibly have recognized me.

Or maybe he was angry about my behavior before she arrived. I guess I wasn’t so discreet. 

“What did he say to you?” Tyler barked out. “When he whispered in your ear?”

I cocked my head, choosing to be stubborn.

“Does it matter?” I played.

He shook his head, letting out a bitter laugh. “Not everything that’s in your head needs to come out of your mouth,” he scolded.

Ah, now we were getting somewhere.

“Are you angry because of what I said or because I drew attention to myself?” I inquired, crossing my arms as well. “Maybe I shouldn’t wear any short skirts either.”

He placed his hands palm down on his desk and glared at me. “That’s not what this is about.”

“Right.” I smiled. “Let me guess. I forgot my place. Legs open, mouth closed, right?”

He pulled up, slowly circling the desk and looking down at me. “Don’t be dramatic.”

My skin tingled, and my heart sped up. “What are you really mad about?”

“What did he say say to you?” His full bottom lip was tight with tension.

“I forgot.” I shrugged. “Something about his dick.”

His entire face hardened. “I should’ve hit him.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I’m not a child!” he bellowed. “I’m an adult who picks his battles. I don’t just run off, half-cocked, no matter how much I wanted to see him bloody for even getting near you.”

“Too bad,” I taunted, a slight smile on my lips. “If you had, I’d be in here on my knees, sucking your dick right now instead of thinking about his.”

His eyes flared, and he bared his teeth. Grabbing me by the jaw in one hand and hovering his lips just over mine, he slowly swung me around and slammed my ass against the desk, the small tray of file folders on the corner spilling to the floor.

My blood raced. Yes.

About Penelope Douglas

Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or...

You know what? It doesn't matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.

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K L Shandwick Presents…

Everything Is Yours – A novella to accompany the Everything Trilogy

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Being Floridian born and bred, Alfie Black didn't usually 'do' winters. Lily Parnell, his girl, was from London and used to seasons. Winter was one of her favorites. As famous musicians both were used to living their lives in the limelight. Alfie, a rock legend, and Lily also a rock star in her own right, were propelled to 'Rock Royalty' just by being together. Add their close friend, Rick Fars, another 'Rock God' into the equation, and it was easy to see how difficult it was to maintain any kind of friendships without the media tagging along looking for the latest scoop. These days one never seemed to be mentioned without the other. However, a rare window of opportunity in all of their schedules arose and so did Alfie's desire. With Christmas only two weeks away and eight days of downtime, Alfie seized it with both hands. Three rockers, alcohol, a cabin in the snow, and time on their hands, how does that go down?

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Writing came relatively later in life for me after a challenge by a friend led to The Everything Trilogy. I love creating new characters and story lines. Writing is a form of escapism from my day job, which can be difficult at times. I have worked in the health and social care sector for most of my adult life, so to have the opportunity to step out of this serious role and create colourful characters is very rewarding. I enjoy where they take me and each character has his or her own voice. I don't use prepared outlines for my stories preferring the characters to take their own direction as the story progresses.

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Jack smirked knowingly at me and shrugged his shoulders. “You’ve never done this before, Alfie? Being a rock star must give you an incredible buzz, but you know what you’re getting each time you step out on that stage, right? All those horny women and frenzied male rock fans who adore you. Wait until you feel the buzz from this, I guarantee you it’s something else. With Mother Nature on the stage, you never know what you’re getting, so you need to be ready to adjust and be resourceful to keep yourself and everyone around you safe on the slope.”

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Corrupt By Penelope Douglas

• • • Corrupt ~ Excerpt • • •

I fell back to my feet and crept through my apartment as I listened to the pounding that had now become a steady attack. My feet followed the sound, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my hallway, my heart racing as the vibrations touched my skin. 

Resting my cheek against the surface, I swallowed the tight lump in my throat as the thumping against the wall grew faster and faster. 

There was someone over there. In the empty apartment. 

Holding up my phone, I dialed the office downstairs but got no answer. I knew there was a night manager named Simon Something- Or -Other, but I didn’t think many people were on duty at night. He must be away from his desk. 

I continued listening, wondering if I could ignore it and just wait until morning to ask the manager about it, but the further down the hall I travelled, the louder it got until I was standing next to the rear entrance. 

Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding the heavy steel exit open just enough to inspect. 

Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I heard a woman ’ s high-pitched cry ring out around me, and I started breathing harder. 

And then there was another cry. And another, and another, and ...

 

Was she having sex? My mouth fell open as I tried not to laugh. 

Oh, my God. 

But I thought the place was supposed to be empty.

 I stepped out, knife in hand — just in case — and walked quietly down to the other door, glancing up and seeing small security cameras along the wall, probably installed when the apartments were built. 

Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitting the wall, and the girl ’ s breathy cries over and over again. 

I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. 

But then the woman cried out. “ No! Ah, oh, God! Please! ”

And my face f ell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. 

“ Ah! ” she cried out again. “ No, please stop! ”

I backed aw ay from the door, not finding it funny anymore. 

But then something hit the door from the other side, making a loud thud, and I scurried backward. “ Oh, shit, ” I gritted out under my breath. 

I shot my head up to the cameras, now wondering if they fed to Security downstairs or to whoever was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? 

I spun around a nd dashed for my door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it. 

But it was locked . “ Dammit! ” I mouthed. Fucking thing must lock automatically. 

Another thud hit the door, mere feet away from me — so close — and I darted my eyes over to it, my breathing turning fast and painful. 

I pulled on the door handle again, twisting and yanking, but it didn't budge. 

Another thud hit the door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife. 

“ Shit. ”

I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. 

Fuck!

Screw this. Whoever was coming out of the vacant apartment was definitely someone I didn’t want to meet. I dashed down flight after flight, a cry lodged in my throat as fear gripped my chest. 

A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sliding down the railings as whoever it was jumped flights of stairs. 

Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my ne ck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to give out as my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the door labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind me once again to see if he — or she — was behind me. 

But then I slammed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hands gripped my upper arms.

I looked up a nd exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes narrowed.    

“ Michael? ” I breathed out, frozen in confusion. 

“ What the hell are you doing? ” He arched a brow and set me back, away from him, and let g o of my arm. “ It ’ s after one a.m. ”

I opened my m outh, but nothing came out. Why was he here?

He stood in front of an elevator, a different one than I had taken this morning, dressed i n a black suit , looking like he ’ d just been at a club or something. A young brunette stood next to him, beautiful in a tight, navy-blue cocktail dress that fell mid- thigh. 

I suddenly fel t exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank top, my hair hanging about, probably in tangles.   

“ I ...” I looked over my shoulder again, noticing that whoever had followed me down the stair s hadn’t come out the door yet. 

I twisted my he ad back, looking up at Michael. “ I heard something up on my floor, ” I told him. 

And then I shook my head, still confused. “ What are you doing here? ”

“ I live here, ” he shot back, and I immediately recognized that ever-present intolerant tone that he always used with me.  

“ Live here? ” I questioned. “ I thought you lived in your family ’ s building. ”

He slid a hand into his pocket and cocked his head, looking at me point-blank like I was stupid. 

I closed my eyes, expelling a sigh. “ Of course, ” I breathed out, realization hitting. “ Of course. You ’ re the one who lives on the twenty-second floor. ”

• • •  About Penelope Douglas  • • •

Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or ...

You know what? It doesn’t matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.

Website + Facebook + Twitter + Pinterest + Instagram + Goodreads

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Exerpt 

I fell back to my feet and crept through my apartment as I listened to the pounding that had now become a steady attack. My feet followed the sound, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my hallway, my heart racing as the vibrations touched my skin. Resting my cheek against the surface, I swallowed the tight lump in my throat as the thumping against the wall grew faster and faster. There was someone over there. In the empty apartment. Holding up my phone, I dialed the office downstairs but got no answer. I knew there was a night manager named Simon Something- Or -Other, but I didn't think many people were on duty at night. He must be away from his desk. I continued listening, wondering if I could ignore it and just wait until morning to ask the manager about it, but the further down the hall I travelled, the louder it got until I was standing next to the rear entrance. Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding the heavy steel exit open just enough to inspect. Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I hear d a woman ’ s high-pitched cry ring out around me, and I started breathing harder. And then there was another cry. And another, and another, and ... Was she having sex? My mouth fell open as I tried not to laugh. Oh, my God. But I thought the place was supposed to be empty. I stepped out, knife in hand — just in case — and walked quietly down to the other door, glancing up and seeing small security cameras along the wall, probably installed when the apartments were built. Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitting the wall, and the girl ’ s breathy cries over and over again. I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. But then the woman cried out. “ No! Ah, oh, God! Please! ” And my face fell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. “ Ah! ” she cried out again. “ No, please stop! ” I backed away from the door, not finding it funny anymore. But then something hit the door from the other side, making a loud thud, and I scurried backward. “ Oh, shit, ” I gritted out under my breath. I shot my head up to the cameras, now wondering if they fed to Security downstairs or to whoever was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? I spun around and dashed for my door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it. But it was locked. “ Dammit! ” I mouthed. Fucking thing must lock automatically. Another thud hit the door, mere feet away from me — so close — and I darted my eyes over to it, my breathing turning fast and painful. I pulled on the door handle again, twisting and yanking, but it did n ’ t budge. Another thud hit the door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife . “ Shit. ” I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. Fuck! Screw this. Whoever was coming out of the vacant apartment was definitely someone I didn't want to meet. I dashed down flight after flight, a cry lodged in my throat as fear gripped my chest. A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sliding down the railings as whoever it was jumped flights of stairs. Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my neck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to give out as my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the door labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind me once again to see if he — or she — was behind me. But then I slammed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hand s gripped my upper arms. I looked up and exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes narrowed. “ Michael? ” I breathed out, frozen in confusion. “ What the hell are you doing? ” He arched a brow and set me back, away from him, and let go of my arm. “ It ’ s after one a.m. ” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Why was he here? He stood in front of an elevator, a different one than I had taken this morning, dressed in a black suit, looking like he ’ d just been at a club or something. A young brunette stood next to him, beautiful in a tight, navy-blue cock tail dress that fell mid-thigh. I suddenly felt exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank top, my hair hanging about, probably in tangles. “ I ...” I looked over my shoulder again, noticing that whoever had followed me down the stairs hadn’t come out the door yet. I twisted my head back, looking up at Michael. “ I heard something up on my floor, ” I told him. And then I shook my head, still confused. “ What are you doing here? ” “ I live here, ” he shot back, and I immediately recognized that ever-present intolerant tone that he always used with me. “ Live here? ” I questioned. “ I thought you lived in your family ’ s building. ” He slid a hand into his pocket and cocked his head, looking at me point-b lank like I was stupid. I closed my eyes, expelling a sigh. “ Of course, ” I breathed out, realization hitting. “ Of course. You ’ re the one who lives on the twenty-second floor. ”

 

 

I enjoyed the fright of not knowing what was coming and from where. “ When we used to wear the masks, ” Michael said, dropping his voice to a near whisper, “ you liked it, didn't you? It scared you, but it turned you on. ” I raised my hesitant eyes and tried not to let out a laugh. What was I supposed to say? That the fact that they ’ d looked like monsters got me hot? I shook my head clear and stood up, saying in a quiet voice. “ I ’ m going to bed. ” I grabbed my phone and took a step, but Michael ’ s voice stopped me. “ Come here, ” he said softly. I turned my head, narrowing my eyes. Come here? He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees and waiting, while I shifted on my feet. He was always playing games. I didn’t trust him. But the temptation to engage was too great. He was right. I was getting good at it, and I kind of liked it, too. I took slow steps, holding up my chin to steel myself. When I reached him, he placed a hand on my hip and pulled me in be tween his legs. I gasped as he fell back against the sofa again, pulling me in with him. I shot my hands out, planting them on both sides of his head on the back of the couch, keeping myself upright as I leaned into him. “ Say it, ” he breathed out, holding my hips with both hands now. “ It turned you on. ” I closed my mouth and shook my head, looking down at him with a challenge. “ I know it did, ” he maintained, a fire in his eyes. “ Did you think I couldn’t see how tense your body would get or how your nipples got hard through your shirt when you saw me wearing it? You ’ re a little twisted. Admit it. ” I folded my lips between my teeth, turning my head away. But then he tipped his chin up and caught my nipple between his teeth through my tank top, and I closed my eyes, letting out a small cry. Oh, God! The heat of his mouth swooped into my stomach as he released my nipple and then snatched it up again, dragging it out between his teeth. “ I ’ ve got the mask upstairs, ” he taunted, kissing and nibbling on me through my shirt. “ I can get it if you want me to. ” No. No, I wasn't like that. I pushed away from him, but he held me firm. “ Michael, let me go. ” But then I felt my phone vibrate in my hand, and I quickly glance d at the screen, seeing no name with the number. Reading the number, though, I noticed that it was his mother ’ s. That ’ s strange. I thought I had her number saved in my Contacts. But I let it go, remembering that my mom was with her. I needed to take this call. Planting my fists on Michael ’ s chest, I shoved him away. “ Get off me. Your mom ’ s calling. ” All he did was laugh, though, and my face fell. He grabbed my arm and threw me down onto my stomach and came down on my back, pinning me to the couch. I breathed hard and fast, feeling his cock press against my ass as he snatched my phone out of my hand. I stared wide-eyed as he placed it a few inches in front of me, hi s finger hovering over the green Answer button. “ Michael, no, ” I rushed out, panic making my lungs ache. But he swiped the screen anyway. The ringing stopped, and I heard silence as she waited for me to say something. “ Say hi, ” he whispered in my ear.