♫✩★✩BOOK BLITZ: Gone For You by Jayne Frost✩★✩♫


headerA debut novel from Jayne Frost…

For Cameron Knight, guitarist for Caged, women are simply an itch you have to scratch sometimes. Fun and casual is the way he likes it, and it’s saved him a lot of heartache.

Until he meets Lily…

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About Gone for You

As the guitarist for the rock band Caged, I know the rules: no relationships. No complications. Leave ‘em smiling when you go, but always go. Besides, it’s not like I’m ever in one place for more than a few days at a time. As the next hottest thing out of Austin, the band and I are riding the wave, and the music is all that matters.

Until her…

Lily Tennison has “complication” written across her beautiful face. But I can’t get involved. The timing’s all wrong. But she’s under my skin, and I can’t resist her troubled eyes and sweet smile. And I do have a little time to kill. Not much, just a few days in Dallas.

So I’ll scratch the itch and move on, like I always do.

Simple, right?

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Ch 2: When Cameron Knight Meets Lily

[The band has arrived at their hotel, a special arrangement due to over-eager paparazzi.]

My gaze fell on the figure that exited through the wooden doors a few yards away. Her blond hair swung from side to side, mimicking the sway of her hips. A smile played across her lips, crinkling the corners of her piercing blue eyes. My heart nearly stopped.

“Dude, close your mouth.” Sean knocked shoulders with me when he stepped to my side.

Giving him a sidelong glance, I saw Logan smiling appreciatively at the girl, looking her up and down. No way. Stepping away from them, I nearly knocked her over in my attempt to reach her before she got caught in Logan’s crosshairs.

Startled, she looked up at me, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear. Fuck me, the girl was hot. Taking off my sunglasses, I gave her the most seductive grin I could muster.


“Mr. Noble?” She glanced down at the paperwork in her hand without acknowledging my lame attempt at flirtation. “Knight, actually.” I was hoping for a glimmer of

“Knight, actually.” I was hoping for a glimmer of recognition

Her brows knitted together, causing an adorable little crease to form on her forehead.

I was Cameron Noble. At least that’s what my birth certificate said. But I dropped that shit as soon as Caged had a single on the charts, changing my name to Knight. My old man, Tyler Noble, the drunk that chased fame his whole life, was not going to get a nod of acknowledgment from me for anything I achieved.

“But you can call me Noble.” Not to be deterred by her cool demeanor, I quirked a brow and leaned in. “Or anything else you want, as long as you say it with a smile.”

Laughing nervously, she stuck out her hand. “I’m Lily Tennison. I’ll be your personal events coordinator while you’re here.”

Taking her hand, I squeezed it gently. “I like the sound of that.”

She took a step back, slipping her hand free. “Your brother explained the situation. If you would follow me to my office, I’d be happy to go over a list of the amenities and services we offer here at The Mansion. I’ll also take care of any special requests you might have.” Looking over my shoulder at Logan and Sean, she gave them a cheery smile. “Gentlemen, welcome to The Mansion.”

Turning, she walked briskly toward the building, ignoring the snickers that erupted from our group.

“Special requests?” Logan chuckled, lowering his tone to nearly a whisper. “I’ve got her special request—right here.” He grabbed his crotch, waggling his brows at me.

Slapping him on the back of the head, I followed her into the lobby, putting some distance between me and the two asshats I was with. The guys couldn’t hold it together for one fucking minute without acting like horny teenagers.

My cock stirred when the slit up the back of Lily’s pencil skirt opened as she walked, showing a nice expanse of her silky thighs. Scowling, I looked down at my boots. Logan and Sean might have been acting like horny teenagers, but I was the one sporting a hard-on. Perfect.

The lobby was decorated with huge vases of freshly cut flowers and cushy, leather chairs with side tables made of rich, dark wood. Following Lily past the polished marble front desk, I noticed a number of guests staring in our direction.

“Over here we have our lounge and our steakhouse.” Lily looked over her shoulder, giving a nod in the direction of the dimly lit space. “They are open for dinner only. Per your brother’s request, I’ve secured a chef to take care of your meals, en suite. However, you can order anything off the menu and have it delivered, if you prefer.”

Nodding, I kept my eyes trained on her face, hoping my cock would go into hibernation. Lily’s tongue darted out, sweeping her lip when she looked down at her paperwork. A perfect, pink tongue. Caressing the softest, pinkest lips I’d ever seen in my life.

She disappeared ahead of us, turning down a hallway where the executive offices were housed. I took the opportunity to stick my hand in my pocket and adjust my erection.

“You got a problem there, son?” Logan clapped my shoulder as he strode past me.

“Mind your own damn business,” I muttered, moving to his side. “And stop with the fucking sex jokes.”

Logan gave me a sidelong glance, peering at me over his sunglasses. “Dude, I’m not the one with the semi.”

Rolling my eyes, I stepped through the door of Lily’s large office. A leather sofa was pushed against the wall. Three winged chairs with rich upholstery sat in front of the large cherry desk. Oil paintings and other artwork hung on every wall. I wandered over to a group of four charcoal sketches next to the window.

A large “L” with a small flower dotted the right-hand corner of each one. The gritty cityscapes didn’t match the rest of the office’s motif.

“These are really nice.” I nodded appreciatively, leaning in closer to examine the details before turning to her.

“Um, t-thanks,” she stammered. The crease in her brow grew more pronounced when she noticed me looking at her. She dropped her eyes to the paperwork on her desk. I grinned, ambling over to take a seat in the winged chair in front of the desk.

“I’ve taken the liberty of contacting a personal shopper at Neiman Marcus.” She lifted her gaze, taking in our tattered jeans and t-shirts. “If you could provide me with your sizes, I’ll have some things brought over for you until you can retrieve your luggage from the Omni.”

“Is there something wrong with the way we’re dressed?” Logan removed his sunglasses, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees.

“Absolutely not.” She shifted in her seat. “I assumed since you didn’t have any clean clothes, you might want to order a few things. It’s totally up to you. There’s no dress code on the property, with the exception of the hotel dining area.”

Clasping her hands on top of the paperwork on her desk, she gave us a sincere smile. “Look, y’all, I’m here to help. I’m sorry to hear about your friend.” Her gaze fell on mine, holding it for a second. “Is he all right, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Fine,” I said, studying the blue depths of her irises. “Just a little banged up.”

She nodded sympathetically. “Let me get this paperwork out of the way. I’m sure you’ve had a trying day.”

Turning to the computer on the side table, she punched in the information from the sheet of paper on her desk. A few minutes later she stood, handing each of us a fat envelope.

“It was nice to meet y’all.” She extended a hand to Logan, and then to Sean. “Please let me know if I can be of any assistance during your stay. The bungalows are out back, at the far end of the property. Would you like me to call for a cart to take you there?”

“I’m sure we’ll manage,” Logan said with a chuckle, giving her a wide grin. “Thanks for all your help.”

He nodded at Sean, who thanked Lily as well before following Logan out of the office. She stepped around the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. I waited until the guys were out of earshot and closed the distance between us.

“So what do you do for fun around here?”

That perfect, pink tongue darted out again. I assumed she wasn’t aware of what she was doing, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from her lips. An arc of electricity flowed between us, drawing me to her like a magnet.

“Um…” She trailed off, seeming unsure of her words. “I’ve enclosed this brochure in the envelope I gave you. We have—”

“I mean, what do you do for fun, Lily?” Placing a hand on her arm, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Definitely electricity.

Staring at me for a moment, her arm dropped limply to her side. “I work.” She smiled up at me. “And I go to school. I don’t have much time for fun.”

With that, she stepped toward the door, holding it open. Nodding, I shoved the envelope in my back pocket, leaning toward her on my way out. She smelled just like the freshly cut flowers in the lobby. Like a spring day.

“That’s a shame, Lily. Everyone could use a little fun.”

It took a shitload of self-control not to look back when I sauntered down the hallway.

Before I made it five steps, the door clicked shut behind me.

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About Jayne Frost

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As a writer, you would think that would be a simple question…but it’s not. I spend so much time living in my characters heads, listening to their voices, that sometimes I forget about my own.

I guess I should start with the basics: the backstory. I was born and raised in California. At this point, I’m usually asked what it was like to grow up near the beach, but sadly, I don’t know. I grew up in the “other” part of California. Perfect for an aspiring writer, if you ask me. You learn a lot about keeping yourself busy when the nearest house is a mile away…and it belongs to your grandparents.

I spent all my time with my nose in a book, living vicariously through the characters, until I wrote a book of my own. I was ten at the time. It was a scintillating piece that cast the family pet as the protagonist.By the time I went to high school, I moved on to romance. Why? Because I met my very own prince charming. I wrote love poems in my journal about the green-eyed boy who stole my heart. He promised, the way all storybook heroes do, to sweep me away and take me on a grand adventure. And he did.We picked up and moved to the Lone Star State and began the story of us. The best stories begin without a road map or a compass. Veering off course makes the journey so much more interesting.

True to form, just when I thought my life was set, we started the next adventure. I traded in my cowboy boots and followed my green-eyed boy to Las Vegas. My home will always be in Texas, but my heart is anywhere that he is. Our beautiful daughter made the journey with us. Our son stayed in Texas, to write his own story.

Somehow, in the midst of the chaos that is our life, I find time to write. Writing is what I love. I might stray from romance every now and then if that is what moves me…but I always come back. Some of the stories don’t seem romantic at all. They are gritty stories about flawed characters that find each other and hold on tight. Those are the stories that speak to me. Because that’s life. I believe that every story should have a happy ending—even the difficult ones.

You can find me at

@jaynefrostbooks, Facebook, Pinterest, and my website.

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Author: Theresa Sederholt
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Lies are shattered, leaving death and destruction in its path. To save a child, they must make a deal with the devil himself.
They had a plan: two days—get in, ask the questions, and get out. Seemed simple enough. But you know what they say about best laid plans. Life always seems to get in the way of living.
Revenge can be such a bitter pill to swallow, costing others to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Jax’s need for control slowly slips through his fingers as Raven’s past attempts to steal their future.
Will Maxwell be able to hang on to his happily ever after, or will it be cruelly snatched away, yet again?

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I was born in Brooklyn New York. I am old enough to know there is no luggage rack on the hearse. I am married to a Professional Chef.

I have a son who is a Research Chemist and a wine maker. Yep I’m covered from the food to the drinks. I have 2 dogs Vito and Godiva.

I live in the United States. I’ve had so many different jobs, even I can’t keep count.
I believe if you give a girl espresso and Nutella she can change the world!

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✩★✩Author Spotlight✩★✩Kat Schuessler✩★✩

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When Lorelai Todd has her heart shattered by her boyfriend, she vows to never trust a man again. Six months later, she’s called to the hospital where she works to help with an emergency. She speeds to get there and is pulled over by Jay, a handsome cop who will eventually threaten to break down the walls she’s built around her heart.
After giving the sexy woman a warning and sending her quickly on her way, Jay regrets not asking her out. Fate seems to intervene when he’s called to the hospital to identify a potential kidnap victim and finds the nurse in charge is Lorelai, the beauty he pulled over for speeding.
He wastes no time in asking her for a date and she accepts, but hesitantly.
They learn they have much in common – from music to movies. But the most incredible thing they share is an amazing chemistry. The sex is red hot, they can’t keep their hands off one another.
Jay is falling for Lorelai fast, but he’s worried if she’ll ever be able to let her guard down and trust him. While he’s wooing Lorelai, Jay is caught up in the investigation to find the kidnapper who shot the young victim who brought them together. Lorelai finds herself involved, in more ways than one.
Their relationship is complicated by a mystery, danger and ghosts from their past.
But one thing is clear, their hearts are involved.
Can they beat the odds and find a future together?
Because there’s one thing for certain –
In the game of love – there should be NO BACKWARD GLANCES.


“So, Jay. I feel I have to tell you this, because a lot of people tend to have an issue with it when they find out.”

“Okay,” Jay replied cautiously, expecting the worst. “I’m Wiccan.”

Jay glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what is that? That’s like…witchcraft and devil worship and all that, right?”

Lorelai scoffed and Jay instantly knew he’d said the wrong thing. “Witchcraft yes, but there’s no devil worshipping involved. We don’t even believe in Satan, that’s a Christian concept. We don’t do blood rituals, human sacrifices, or anything creepy like that. But like I said, witchcraft and magic is involved. Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. I’m agnostic. I am interested, though. Tell me more about it.”

Lorelai smiled, obviously surprised. “Okay. Well, we believe in the natural power that the earth has. Wind, Water, Fire, and Earth—the four elements. Technically, there is a god and goddess, but only for lack of a better description. All of our power comes from those four elements.”

“So, it’s like that Avatar series?”

Lorelai laughed outright. “No, silly, we can’t airbend or anything like that. We just perform spells by drawing power from the elements. But it’s not as simple as waving a magic wand and saying incantations like Harry Potter. You have to call the circle, which means asking the guardians of each element for their help.”

“Are there good and evil guardians, or elements? Like black magic and white magic?” Jay asked, growing increasingly interested.

“That’s the biggest thing about Wicca. Real magic is neither black, nor white. It depends on the person casting the spell. If they have evil intent, it will work as well as a witch with good intent. Here’s the difference, any magic you do tends to come back to you times three. So if you cast an evil spell on somebody, that will end up coming back at you three times stronger, or three times as bad as your original spell. If you cast a good or helpful spell, it’s just the opposite. It will come back at you three times better than whatever you did. It’s the three-fold law.”

“So, it’s like karma?” Jay asked, turning a corner. Her entire religion was one that he’d been taught to reject, but he was starting to like the sound of it.

“Yeah, pretty much. Other than that, the only real rule is the last eight words of the Rede, which is basically the Wiccan bible, of sorts. It’s a long poem outlining what being a witch means. The last two lines read, ‘These eight words the Rede fulfill; An’ ye harm none, do what ye will.’ So basically—”

“It’s saying to do whatever you want with your powers, as long as you don’t hurt anybody else,” Jay finished. “And the consequences of breaking that are

having the bad spell sent back to you three fold. That’s really cool, Lorelai.”

“Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

Nodding, he said, “Yeah, maybe a little bit, but all religions are a bit weird. But it’s not bad, and it definitely isn’t evil. I like some weird things.” He looked meaningfully at her, this strange, beautiful creature in his passenger seat. “And I definitely like some weird people.”

“Okay, is that a compliment?”

Jay chuckled. “You’d better believe it, beautiful.” Then he reached forward and turned on the CD player and pressed play. The car filled with the sounds of heavy guitar and drums.

“I thought you’d like to jam out to the CD I burned. It’s got Avenged Sevenfold, Bullet for My Valentine, Muse, and Blind Guardian on it. It also has some Dream Theater, if you don’t know who they are, it’s time for an education.”

They listened to the music and talked until they pulled into the driveway. Jay parked the car and got out to open Lorelai’s door for her again, taking her hand as she slid out of the car. He walked to her door with her and as they stood on her porch for a moment, he suddenly felt like he’d gone back in time to his first date when he was in ninth grade, unsure of whether he should kiss her goodnight or not. He knew he definitely wanted to kiss her, but he wasn’t so sure about her feelings. Everything he knew about her pointed to the obvious conclusion that she’d been hurt somehow, and he didn’t want her to think he was pushing himself on her. When she hugged him goodnight, and he felt her body pressed against his in that slinky dress, he couldn’t resist. He pulled her in closer and slanted his mouth over hers, pausing to see if she would pull away. When she didn’t, he finally covered her lips with his. He felt her body stiffen and for a moment, he thought she was going to run away. Then she softened, her arms came up around his neck and she was kissing him back. He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers and his lips firmly pressed against hers, kissing her as if they were magnetized to each other. He couldn’t pull away from her if he tried. His hands roamed her body, molding to her hips and waist and pulling her against him. He heard her moaning, and he noticed how hard he had become from a single kiss. They clung to each other tightly, but after a moment, they each drew their head back to catch their breath.

After such a steamy kiss, Jay wasn’t exactly sure what to say, and she seemed to be in the same predicament. Finally, Jay simply brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Lorelai,” he said softly.

She smiled beautifully, and he felt proud of himself for remembering she was a hopeless romantic. To amuse her, he stepped back, put his left hand behind his back and bowed slightly, her hand still in his. She giggled and curtsied low in her small dress, before going inside and locking the door.

Jay got into his car and drove home. He was halfway there when he realized his head was still spinning so much from their kiss that he’d forgotten to buckle his seatbelt.




“Kat Schuessler has been an aspiring writer since she was a child, beginning with short stories starring herself as a superhero, hopping from sad stories to horror as she grew older, and finally landing on romance with her first published novel, “No Backward Glances”. She reads ceaselessly, plays the flute, and takes care of her two hamsters in her apartment in Ohio.

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