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A Hollywood starlet fearlessly prepares for danger but finds herself unprepared for the perils of love.
On the big screen Sheridan Bennett’s got the face of an angel and the body of a…well, isn’t that what’s expected of an award-winning actress? But there’s something about her Clayton Kincaid can’t quite figure. The former Ranger is transitioning from local police detective to private investigator, and Sheridan Bennett is one case he’d like to solve.
Sheridan knows her luck has taken a turn for the worse when her criminal father appears in the middle of a police fundraiser. Not only that, the one man capable of uncovering her secrets witnesses her distress. Her idyllic life falls apart as her father’s demands for money escalate and a stalker begins a menacing game.
Determined to keep Sheridan safe, Clayton works his way into her life and her heart. But when Sheridan learns Clayton has secrets of his own, she decides to face the fight alone. Undeterred by Sheridan’s belief in his deception, Clayton uses all his resources when the path of her notorious father and her stalker converge.
Together they must learn that the spotlight shines brightest when it’s shared, and that not all love is an act.
In the spring of 2013, Jillian Jacobs changed her career path and became a romance writer. After reading for years, she figured writing a romance would be quick and easy. Nope! With the guidance of the Indiana Romance Writers of America chapter, she has learned there are many “rules” to writing a proper romance. Being re-schooled has been an interesting journey, and she hopes the best trails are yet to be traveled.
You’ll find a bit of her husband in her paranormal series, The Elementals, as he’s a chemist and has to answer all her, “Could this really happen?” questions.
Water’s Threshold, the first in her Elementals series, was a finalist in Chicago-North’s 2014 Fire and Ice contest in the Women’s Fiction category.
Three things about her: She’s a Tea Guzzler, Polish Pottery Hoarder, and lover of all things Moose. Her current positions with Indiana Romance Writers of America are Program Chair and 2015 Conference Co-Chair. The genres she writes under are: Paranormal and Contemporary Romance with suspenseful elements.
Jillian is also part of an Indiana author group, which posts videos answering questions readers post for writers. Visit The Juicebox Dialogues on YouTube for some sassy video fun with romance writers.
Brynley Bush just released a Novella for her “A Hard Men of the Rockies” series.
Leather and Lace
As a sexy ex-hockey player, Max was the bad boy with something to prove. As a handsome single father, Adam was the man most women wait a lifetime for. Each man would take me on a journey of self-discovery that was marred with lies, jealousy, deceit, and a whole lot of fun. They each offered a glimpse of happily ever after, a piece of perfect. But in my constant quest to have it all, I would risk losing everything. Only one thing was certain. I’d never be the same after this.
ADULT CONTENT – Only Suitable for 17+
Well, I just finished this, as in like seconds ago! I’m trying to type this with teary eyes and a damn runny nose! Damn you Elizabeth Hayley! You sought me out, captivated me, and turned my world upside down! I am in love with this story and these characters. I cannot wait to read the next installment. It is so steamy, so funny, and so heart wrenching that I’m in awe that this is actually your first book. Congrats, you have a winner here!!!
This story of love, betrayal, deceit, and acceptance is unlike any other I’ve ever read. It’s not precisely dealing with anything too dark or creepy, but it will definitely have you so tied up in knots that I fear (for myself) that I will never be the same again. This is not your traditional love story, it’s much more! I mean we’re talking “A slice of pepperoni and an orgasm” for lunch! I think I’m going to enjoy my visit to “Delusionalville!”
I’m going to start with Lily (a.k.a. sailor mouth)… she’s a brilliant female lead character for so many reasons. She’s smart, witty, sexy, and for Godsakes man, she’s fucking two hot piece of asses!!! I must confess, she was getting on my nerves a tad, but I could almost appreciate her actions due to the dilemma she found herself in. I probably would have done the same things. Now Max, holy hell. That boy is hot, damn hot. I envision him being like this big dumb teddy bear that could be lead around on a leash eventually. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a total alpha male, but you could just tell there was something more inside of him, it just needed to come out. He can also bang like a champ in just about any situation for Godsakes. Adam, on the other hand wore his heart on his sleeve. Equally sexy, but oh so different from our sexy talker Max. If the two could just merge, you’d have the perfect man! Great supporting characters in Tina and both sets of parents. That Tina, now she’s somebody I’d hang out with! I could even say I enjoyed the “dirty pirate hooker” in the bar!
The writing style is effortless to read and flows very nicely. The pacing is not too fast nor too slow. I guess you could say it’s just right. I found myself blowing through some chapters like there was no tomorrow and others, I savored just a little longer. It’s 248 (Kindle Version) pages long and a perfect length in my opinion. There are too many highs and lows to single one out, but know this… It’s going to take you on a turbulent ride and at times will feel like the bottom just dropped out on you. Take comfort in knowing, you’re not alone. Been there, done that!
I’m not too certain about the ending just yet. I was a little freaked out, but have calmed some while writing this review. I’ve come to the conclusion that your climax was simply perfect… No, let me rephrase that, it was Pieces of Perfect! I am patiently waiting for the next book to come out, and when I say patiently, I mean more like, I’m biting my fucking nails, pulling my goddamn hair out, and slamming my Kindle around… so could you pretty please with sugar on top hurry!!! xo
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Elizabeth Hayley is actually “Elizabeth” and “Hayley,” two friends who love reading romance novels to obsessive levels. This mutual love prompted them to put their English degrees to good use by penning their own. The product is Pieces of Perfect, their debut novel. They learned a ton about one another through the process, like how they clearly share a brain and have a persistent need to text each other constantly (much to their husbands’ chagrin).
They live with their husbands and kids in a suburb of Philadelphia. Thankfully, their children are still too young to read.
Elizabeth Hayley’s writing motto is best captured by the words of Patrick Dennis: “I always start with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.”
We split the time on Goodreads, so those of you who have been communicating with us get “pieces” of each of us. We appreciate all of your support!
TITLE: Thick & Thin
AUTHOR: Eden Butler
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: July 25, 2016
My love was thick.
Her faith was thin.
Somewhere in the middle is where life found us.
I held her until I was a man.
She was my first thought every morning, my last smile at night, and a million memories in between.
Then one night, with her warmth still lingering on the sheets, Aly King walked away from me, from us, from our life.
They say time heals all wounds, but not for me.
Not when my heart is empty.
Not when there is nothing but a sea of meaningless faces wherever I go.
It always comes back to her.
Aly needs reminding of how drunk our love made us, before she forgets completely.
Before we lose our chance.
Before we are irrevocably broken.
THICK & THIN EXCERPT
“You don’t want to remember?”
I didn’t. Not a single memory. A touch that was new, a taste that was different—that’s what I wanted. Memory came with emotion. It came with commitment, something that would land me back where I’d begun four years ago. I wanted to move beyond that. I wanted more.
“I…I want you to touch me like you don’t know me.” That hand slowed, the friction easing and I couldn’t look at him. “I want you to touch me like a stranger.”
He didn’t stop moving against me. Ransom wasn’t purposefully cruel. He thought he knew me, assumed he knew when I was pretending. But I wasn’t this time. I wanted him to give me what I asked for, not what he thought I wanted, not what I had wanted in the past. But he couldn’t do it. No, he wasn’t a stranger. He knew how close I’d come to climax. So he didn’t stop, only slowed before he moved his hips, release my wrist to pull my face up. And because I recognized how badly he wanted this, and knew that I would end up wanting it, too, I let go of wanting anything else and gave myself up to his touch, his fire, his desire.
“A stranger doesn’t touch you, Aly. Not like this.” And with that one touch, Ransom fractured the reserve I had tried so desperately to maintain. A push of my flesh, finger under my thong, right against my clit, bare, raw and that tactile, desperate urgency eased.
“A stranger wouldn’t know what you whimper when you want it, when you’re so close to falling apart that your breath becomes a muffle of sound.” He tugged at my pants, freed me from anything but the floor under me and his touch. His palm over my naked ass, then he pulled me against his body until he pushed his fingers inside me, working me hard, like no one but Ransom ever had. Ever could.
“No stranger would know that your breath hitches, that you hold everything still, the air in your lungs, even the beat of your pulse when I touch you.” He showed me then, with the dip of his fingers deep inside. And all did go still then—the breath between us, the axis of the world, my beating heart…it all seemed to stop until he moved his fingers over me, sliding until he found his way to a rhythm that made time coil and speed as quickly as it had slowed. Nothing held me back then. No excuses of why he shouldn’t touch me, no lies I told myself about not loving him anymore.
“I’m not a stranger, nani. Your body knows that.” Working faster, deeper, he smiled, pleased and happy when my mouth opened, when the space between us filled with the soft noises I made. His face wasn’t expressionless anymore. It told me all I thought I’d forgotten. The act of touching me, making me come, the noises I made, it was all familiar to Ransom. It was comfortable.
“Strangers don’t know love this deep. If they did, they wouldn’t be strangers at all.” That he whispered against my lips, kissing me like he couldn’t keep from it for another second.
“I’ll never be a stranger, Aly, because this body, your heart is mine. It always will be.”
is an editor and writer of Fantasy, Mystery and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
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