Hearts Collide: another review…

Sue rated HEARTS COLLIDE 5 STARS!
Hearts Collide

Hearts Collide!!

Ellie Masters has done it again!

Heart’s Collide is a fantastic read! I loved it!

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BOOK SYNOPSIS:

Bent is broken in body, mind, and spirit. Complications of a severe injury plague Angel Fire’s legendary bassist. He’ll never play again. Never take the stage with his bandmates. And never soak in the intoxication of the crowd. Music has abandoned him.

At least that’s what he’s told his persistent physical therapist, Piper. What kind of a name is that? Piper? The woman is petite and vivacious, a pixie with red hair and a spitfire attitude. She doesn’t know when to give up, or when to shove her perpetual positivity into the deepest, darkest hole.

He’s fired her more times than he can count. She should leave him to his misery, but the woman won’t take no for an answer. She challenges him. Pushes him. She never lets up. The fiery pixie is turning his entire world upside down, and that’s pissing him off.

How does someone get rid of a perky pixie? Bent desperately needs Piper to leave him alone—especially now that the infuriating woman is invading his dreams and stirring up his darkest fantasies.

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Hearts Collide: another review…

Mandie rated HEARTS COLLIDE 5 STARS!
Hearts Collide

This book was hot!! I enjoyed every minute of it!! Ellie Masters is a genius! She knows how to draw the reader in to her stories.

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BOOK SYNOPSIS:

Bent is broken in body, mind, and spirit. Complications of a severe injury plague Angel Fire’s legendary bassist. He’ll never play again. Never take the stage with his bandmates. And never soak in the intoxication of the crowd. Music has abandoned him.

At least that’s what he’s told his persistent physical therapist, Piper. What kind of a name is that? Piper? The woman is petite and vivacious, a pixie with red hair and a spitfire attitude. She doesn’t know when to give up, or when to shove her perpetual positivity into the deepest, darkest hole.

He’s fired her more times than he can count. She should leave him to his misery, but the woman won’t take no for an answer. She challenges him. Pushes him. She never lets up. The fiery pixie is turning his entire world upside down, and that’s pissing him off.

How does someone get rid of a perky pixie? Bent desperately needs Piper to leave him alone—especially now that the infuriating woman is invading his dreams and stirring up his darkest fantasies.

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“I’m loving this series, three books in a prequel novella and I can’t get enough. The men of Angels Fire have gotten under my skin. Every book so far has held my attention. They’ve pulled a range of emotions from me. Ellie Masters really delivers the angst and knows how to pull at your heart strings with this series.

Bent has always been a Rock God in every sense of the word a strong domineering presence, who turns heads wherever he goes. It all came naturally to Bent, then in the blink of an eye it all changed when an accident stole his ability to play Bass for Angels Fire.

The accident broke Bent not just the physical injuries but his spirit too. I really felt his anguish. I’m not gonna lie it broke my heart a bit. Bent wants to give up but Forest Angel Fires manger has other ideas.

Piper is a physical therapist hired to get Bent back in shape. These two clash straight away. Piper maybe small but she’s not letting Bent chase her away, she has a job to do.  This fiery little redhead pushes Bents buttons and ignites more than just his temper, much to his annoyance.

I loved these two their journey isn’t easy but they have more in common than either of them realise. Their chemistry is explosive its a love hate relationship. Both of them have separate issues, they can help each other if they don’t kill each other first.

I’m already desperate to see who’s next from the rest of the band I’m hoping for Bash, I’m very curious about the shaven headed drummer. However my most anticipated read is still Forests story. I seriously love this guy and I’ll drop everything to read his book when it goes live.

This is a fantastic series and i can’t wait to see what Ellie has in store for us next.”

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Hearts Collide: another review…

Mary rated HEARTS COLLIDE 5 STARS!
Hearts Collide

Hearts Collide

“The most difficult decision is the decision to act. The rest is merely tenacity.” Amelia Earhart

Piper Raines is a physical therapist; one of the best, according to Forest. But Bent Hawthorne doesn’t agree. He regards the petite Piper as a major pain… A pain in his backside. What part of he’s permanently broken doesn’t she understand? His right arm was blown to hell and back when his tour bus ran over a roadside bomb in Bagram. Held together by metal, pins, and sheer will, his right hand will NEVER play the bass guitar again…. It’s time Angel Fire found themselves a new bass player, and just let him go.
Piper Raines is a 5’ 4” red headed pixie of a woman; fierce and full of fire. She doesn’t care HOW many times Bent fires her, she’s not leaving. She’s not giving up on Bent, even if Bent has given up on herself. Piper needs to find a trigger to break Bent out of his self-imposed prison of pity and refusal to believe he’ll get better. Bent NEEDS to try, he NEEDS to get better. But how?
“The buck stops here. You give it your all, or you give it up. What kind of man are you going to choose to be?” Ash, lead singer of Angel Fire.
As Piper and Bent continue their battle of wills, Bent discovers something about Piper, that calls to the dark side of his nature. He discovers Piper’s trigger, and his world view is shattered and remade. The sexual tension between them grows stronger and stronger; Piper fights to maintain a professional relationship with Bent, but can she? Should she? What if?
“She was his, and he was hers. Their exploration had barely started, and he already knew their forever stretched out before them.”

Captivating, riveting, enthralling! This story grabbed me by the throat and didn’t let go. I DEVOURED this book, barely taking time to sleep. It’s not your typical “feel good” romance; it’s raw, it’s gritty, it’s graphic and explicit. I felt as if I was IN the story, watching it all unfold before my eyes. If you enjoy a read that makes you feel, that makes you think, that just makes you want to know what’s going to happen next, then… this is the book for you! **Intended for audiences over 18; some BDSM and sexual scenarios. **

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BOOK SYNOPSIS:

Bent is broken in body, mind, and spirit. Complications of a severe injury plague Angel Fire’s legendary bassist. He’ll never play again. Never take the stage with his bandmates. And never soak in the intoxication of the crowd. Music has abandoned him.

At least that’s what he’s told his persistent physical therapist, Piper. What kind of a name is that? Piper? The woman is petite and vivacious, a pixie with red hair and a spitfire attitude. She doesn’t know when to give up, or when to shove her perpetual positivity into the deepest, darkest hole.

He’s fired her more times than he can count. She should leave him to his misery, but the woman won’t take no for an answer. She challenges him. Pushes him. She never lets up. The fiery pixie is turning his entire world upside down, and that’s pissing him off.

How does someone get rid of a perky pixie? Bent desperately needs Piper to leave him alone—especially now that the infuriating woman is invading his dreams and stirring up his darkest fantasies.

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Hearts Collide: another review…

Jennifer rated HEARTS COLLIDE 5 STARS!
Hearts Collide

What a book! Heart’s Collide is the next book in the Angel Fire series and centers around Bent, the bassist, and his physical therapist, Piper. They have a love/hate relationship that morphs into something more after Bent discovers something important about Piper. Ellie Masters has this wonderful ability to make you, the reader, feel as if you are right there along with the characters feeling everything, experiencing all the highs and lows, and taking apart in the actual story. I love her Books and can’t wait for the next Angel Fire book.

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BOOK SYNOPSIS:

Bent is broken in body, mind, and spirit. Complications of a severe injury plague Angel Fire’s legendary bassist. He’ll never play again. Never take the stage with his bandmates. And never soak in the intoxication of the crowd. Music has abandoned him.

At least that’s what he’s told his persistent physical therapist, Piper. What kind of a name is that? Piper? The woman is petite and vivacious, a pixie with red hair and a spitfire attitude. She doesn’t know when to give up, or when to shove her perpetual positivity into the deepest, darkest hole.

He’s fired her more times than he can count. She should leave him to his misery, but the woman won’t take no for an answer. She challenges him. Pushes him. She never lets up. The fiery pixie is turning his entire world upside down, and that’s pissing him off.

How does someone get rid of a perky pixie? Bent desperately needs Piper to leave him alone—especially now that the infuriating woman is invading his dreams and stirring up his darkest fantasies.

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Hearts Collide: a snippet…

Hearts Collide

What a book! Heart’s Collide is the next book in the Angel Fire series and centers around Bent, the bassist, and his physical therapist, Piper. They have a love/hate relationship that morphs into something more after Bent discovers something important about Piper. Ellie Masters has this wonderful ability to make you, the reader, feel as if you are right there along with the characters feeling everything, experiencing all the highs and lows, and taking apart in the actual story. I love her Books and can’t wait for the next Angel Fire book.

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BOOK SYNOPSIS:

Bent is broken in body, mind, and spirit. Complications of a severe injury plague Angel Fire’s legendary bassist. He’ll never play again. Never take the stage with his bandmates. And never soak in the intoxication of the crowd. Music has abandoned him.

At least that’s what he’s told his persistent physical therapist, Piper. What kind of a name is that? Piper? The woman is petite and vivacious, a pixie with red hair and a spitfire attitude. She doesn’t know when to give up, or when to shove her perpetual positivity into the deepest, darkest hole.

He’s fired her more times than he can count. She should leave him to his misery, but the woman won’t take no for an answer. She challenges him. Pushes him. She never lets up. The fiery pixie is turning his entire world upside down, and that’s pissing him off.

How does someone get rid of a perky pixie? Bent desperately needs Piper to leave him alone—especially now that the infuriating woman is invading his dreams and stirring up his darkest fantasies.

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Piper’s tiny palm fit well cupped inside Bent’s much larger hand. Her delicate fingers intertwined with his, forming a perfect match. Her grip was firm enough to let him know she was there. She didn’t try to fight him or power through a contest of who was in charge. Nor did she hang limp and lifeless in his grip, like she didn’t want to be there. Warmth surged between them, and for a moment he considered what it would be like to wrap Piper in his arms and finally taste her pouty lips.

A seabird squawked. Piper jumped and the moment dissipated on the swirl of the salty sea breeze. She tugged out of his grip and dipped her head to look away, pretty much at anything but him. He lost the moment before it had ever really begun.

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Hearts Collide: another review…

Katie rated HEARTS COLLIDE 5 STARS!
Hearts Collide

Hearts Collide!!

Hot Rockstar Romance!!

What do you get when you pair up a stubborn injured rockstar and a physical therapists that just won’t quit? You get a smoking hot rockstar romance with lots of steam. This is Bent and Piper’s story and it’s full of all the emotional angst that Ellie Masters is known for. So go one click and come along on an emotional journey of healing and finding true happiness.

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BOOK SYNOPSIS:

Bent is broken in body, mind, and spirit. Complications of a severe injury plague Angel Fire’s legendary bassist. He’ll never play again. Never take the stage with his bandmates. And never soak in the intoxication of the crowd. Music has abandoned him.

At least that’s what he’s told his persistent physical therapist, Piper. What kind of a name is that? Piper? The woman is petite and vivacious, a pixie with red hair and a spitfire attitude. She doesn’t know when to give up, or when to shove her perpetual positivity into the deepest, darkest hole.

He’s fired her more times than he can count. She should leave him to his misery, but the woman won’t take no for an answer. She challenges him. Pushes him. She never lets up. The fiery pixie is turning his entire world upside down, and that’s pissing him off.

How does someone get rid of a perky pixie? Bent desperately needs Piper to leave him alone—especially now that the infuriating woman is invading his dreams and stirring up his darkest fantasies.

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Hearts Collide: a review…

Robin rated HEARTS COLLIDE 5 STARS!
Hearts Collide
Collision is a very good term to describe the relationship between Bent and his pixie Piper. When these two meet wills collide and words fly. What will it take to get a frustrated, broken man to try and heal? Bring on the determination of a red headed PT to jump start more than the muscles in his arm and hand! As the battle begins we learn things about Bent and Piper that I did not see coming. The little spit fire has a secret and once Bent figures it out, everything changes.

I love the dynamic with these two characters. I love when challenges are overcome. I love the angst in a story when the outcome could go either way. I love this band, Angel Fire and I’m ready to read the stories of all the guys. I highly recommend this book as well as the entire series. 

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BOOK SYNOPSIS:
Bent is broken in body, mind, and spirit. Complications of a severe injury plague Angel Fire’s legendary bassist. He’ll never play again. Never take the stage with his bandmates. And never soak in the intoxication of the crowd. Music has abandoned him.

At least that’s what he’s told his persistent physical therapist, Piper. What kind of a name is that? Piper? The woman is petite and vivacious, a pixie with red hair and a spitfire attitude. She doesn’t know when to give up, or when to shove her perpetual positivity into the deepest, darkest hole.

He’s fired her more times than he can count. She should leave him to his misery, but the woman won’t take no for an answer. She challenges him. Pushes him. She never lets up. The fiery pixie is turning his entire world upside down, and that’s pissing him off.

How does someone get rid of a perky pixie? Bent desperately needs Piper to leave him alone—especially now that the infuriating woman is invading his dreams and stirring up his darkest fantasies.

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Hearts Collide to Release July 19th! Sneak Peek….Chapter 3

Hearts Collide

Bent is broken in body, mind, and spirit. Complications of an injury plague Angel Fire’s legendary bassist. He’ll never play again. Never take the stage with his bandmates. Never soak in the intoxication of the crowd. Music has abandoned him.

At least that’s what he’s told his overly persistent physical therapist, Piper. The woman is petite and vivacious, a pixie with red hair and a spitfire attitude. She doesn’t know when to give up, or when to shove her perpetual positivity into the deepest, darkest hole.

He’s fired her more times than he can count. She should leave him to his misery, but the woman won’t take no for an answer. She challenges him. Pushes him. She never lets up. The fiery pixie is turning his entire world upside down, and that’s pissing him off.

Bent desperately needs Piper to leave him alone—especially since the infuriating woman is now invading his dreams and stirring up his darkest fantasies. But how does someone get rid of a perky pixie?

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Chapter 3

Piper

Piper placed a hand over her belly. It did nothing to stop the incessant flutter churning her gut into a tangled mess of mixed signals and crossed wires. The man in the shower wasn’t anything like her typical client.

She dealt with children, mostly, providing physical therapy for any number of neurologic, neuromuscular, or developmental disorders. A few adults graced her clinic, who like Bent were in recovery following injury, but never in a million years would she have thought she’d be making a house call to a petulant, over-indulged, and spoiled rock god.

What the hell had she been thinking when she signed that exclusive contract with a non-disclosure agreement attached to it?

Kids were easy.

They listened.

They obeyed.

They rarely talked back.

But Bent?

He never listened. He didn’t obey the simplest of rules, and his damn mouth kept up a non-stop diatribe of why he couldn’t accomplish the simplest of things. He was insufferable. She would walk away if it weren’t for one little thing.

“Goddammit!” Bent’s low roar made her jump.

Her shoulders met her ears as she cringed.

Don’t go back in there.

She did not want to be in that room any longer than necessary. He was naked, and with Bent, that was a lot of temptation to resist. The well-endowed man had been graced by the gods.

“Do you need help?” She was honor bound to offer assistance, even when it made her cringe.

“No!”

A string of curses followed and, from the sounds coming from the bathroom, it sounded as if he had dropped the soap. She held back a giggle as images of him twisting and fumbling came to mind. If he only tried harder, things wouldn’t be difficult. His obstinate manner made everything harder than it needed to be.

With Bent’s rock star status, she had expected difficulties. Celebrities were notoriously difficult, and she’d been warned away from accepting high profile clients. Bent was as over the top, and difficult, as she had imagined; perhaps worse.

He yelled at her daily. Fired her nearly as often. And he growled through most of their conversations. Depressing and aggravating didn’t even begin to describe what it was like working alongside the man day in and day out.

Not a fan of the mega rock band, she paid little attention to Angel Fire’s superstar status, but understood they orbited in the highest circles. The band had more money than they could spend in several lifetimes, but surprised her with their general laid back attitude. A tight knit group, they lived, worked, and played hard together. In many ways, Angel Fire was a family, a wonky and unique group of individuals, except for Bent. He was the growly bear thrust into the mix, and his tenacious refusal to put forth the most minimal effort made her want to pull her hair out.

“Piper! This thing doesn’t work worth shit!”

His roar would’ve made the uninitiated run for the hills, but she’d had a couple weeks to get used to his temper.

“Put the loops around your hand, Mr. Growly Bear, and slow down. It’s not a race.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

For the umpteenth time, she surveyed Bent’s quarters, and for the umpteenth time she had to remember to close her jaw. It amazed her people actually lived in such elegance. It was a far cry from the studio apartment she’d recently vacated. He had an entire wall dedicated to his instrument of choice. Bass guitars hung from hooks, or perched on stands, and had been designated a No touch zone. Not that she had any interest in his guitars.

Her contract stipulated she would be housed on-site. When she’d signed the reams of legalese, she had expected a mansion and anticipated being shoved into a small boarding room not much larger than a closet. Many images had floated through her mind about the rock star lifestyle, but she hadn’t been prepared for the sprawling expanse that was Angel Fire’s mega estate.

Affectionately dubbed Insanity, the steel and glass architectural masterpiece perched over the California cliffs and sported million dollar views of the majesty of the Pacific Ocean far below. The sprawling mansion boasted ten residential suites, miniature homes within the estate, a commuter’s helicopter pad, upper and lower garages capable of holding scores of collector cars, three swimming pools, more than a handful of sculpted and manicured courtyards, several common living areas, two gourmet kitchens with a full staff, and a host of maids, butlers, and even a concierge service for the residents and guests.

Several out-buildings completed the property. A modern recording studio shared prime real estate facing out over the ocean, and a more modest service building sat back from the others, closest to the road. There was even a gondola which brought passengers from the sea-side cliffs down to the rocky beach far below.

For the duration of her contract, she’d been given accommodations in the service building, a three-story structure full of nothing but apartments for the residential help.

Her room boasted 1500-square feet of top-of-the-line living, and while she didn’t have the million dollar views of the ocean, the pounding surf was loud enough to lull her to sleep at night. She kept them open every night and breathed in the salty air and freshness of the ocean breezes. Insanity felt like a place where new beginnings were made.

Certainly, she intended to forge her new beginnings. With room and board as part of her impressive compensation package, Piper found no reason to spend any of her money. There was nothing beyond the walled estate she needed to see. No one she needed to visit. Nothing she wanted to do. Her days revolved around morning, afternoon, and evening physical therapy sessions with Bent. Sandwiched in between, she visited the kitchens, or took advantage of the gondola and spent her free time wandering the beach.

“Do you need help?”

She called out over her shoulder as she glided over to the expansive wall of windows and opened up one of the sliding panels. The entire wall of plate glass could be pushed aside, literally bringing the outside in. With moderate California temperatures, it wasn’t uncommon for most of the estate to be open to the ocean breezes.

Crisp ocean air flooded her senses, much more pronounced here than in her modest quarters.

She waited a moment, listening to see if Bent needed help, but when he didn’t answer, a few steps brought her out to the expansive wraparound deck. The wind whipped at her short hair, lifting it in the steady breeze coming directly off the ocean.

She kept her hair cut in a short pixie updo. Other than frequent haircuts, and coloring to maintain the vibrant red, the short style was easy to manage. She loved the freedom of finger combing her hair. That wildness made it fun, and she needed a little more fun in her life.

The sounds of Bent’s shower could be heard through the open window of the bathroom, as well as his incessant cussing. The man had a psychedelic vocabulary, one he used often.

She turned and moved away, not so far that she wouldn’t be able to hear if he needed help, but enough to mute the worst of the expletives dripping from his foul mouth.

Since it was such a gorgeous day, she decided they would move their therapy session out onto the broad porch. It took a moment to retrieve her bag, and a little more time to rearrange the patio furniture to make enough room. Satisfied with her preparations, she went to the railing where she peered down at the violent surf far below.

Skye had told her that sometimes they could see whales breaching beyond the breakwater. There were seals too, which meant great white sharks infested the waters. The pounding surf made the water unsafe to swim in, but an expanse of rocky tide pools extended for miles. Left alone, she could lose herself for hours peering into the pools left behind when the tide receded. She wished she were down there now, instead of facing another grueling two hours with an insufferable brute.

Her presence at Insanity came as a fluke, one favor traded for another. When she’d approached Forest over a month ago, not once had she anticipated his demand for a favor in return.

Evidently, Bent had fired a string of physical therapists before her, all male, and all rather explosively. At least that’s what Skye had told her. No one wanted to work with Bent and Forest had found himself at the end of his rope. He needed his bassist. Ryker Lyons had stood in for a couple months. The band had then taken a break while Ash and Bash worked on a new album. They had planned on a six-month break, but without Bent, there was no band. No touring. No music.

Ryker Lyons had stepped in, but he was a temporary fix. Forest’s pet project pulled Ryker and his wife, Tia, away, and it was in Piper’s best interests to make sure their project took off.

Of course, she’d agreed to Forest’s trade. How hard could it be to provide personal, intensive, physical therapy to one man? Knowing Forest, she should have asked more questions about her client, but she’d been desperate. Evidently, Forest had been too.

A long string of expletives pealed out the small bathroom window and carried on the breeze. The corners of her mouth twitched up.

“You gotta be kidding me. Fucking shit on a shingle. Piper!”

She shook her head, but took her time coming to his rescue. The man needed to learn self-sufficiency and self-dependence. His reliance on others would cripple him, in more ways than just physical, if it continued much longer.

That was her job. Get Angel Fire’s bassist back to playing, but he was a royal pain in the ass. And he refused to put in the work that would help him regain full use of his mangled arm.

Even now, his curses surged through the room as he attempted very basic tasks.

“Be there in a second.” She called out, letting him know she was outside. There was no reason to hurry.

He was more obstinate than all of her previous clients combined. A bit of regret accompanied that part of her agreement with Forest. Her position came with a full-time commitment, which meant all her clients had been transferred to other physical therapists. She missed the kids. They celebrated the small victories and suffered more. Many of them had permanent deficits.

Unlike Bent, they didn’t have a chance of getting better. They were simply learning to make the best of what they had. In contrast, Bent focused only on what he couldn’t do, rather than what he’d regained. Nothing but his pig-headed attitude stood in his way toward recovery. His problem was that he wallowed in his injury. She needed to find something that he wanted bad enough that he would work for it.

Whatever it was.

He came out of the shower, a towel wrapped loose around his hips. The towel hid nothing underneath and merely accentuated his well-endowed assets, which she should not be staring at. With a jerk, she forced her gaze anywhere but at the prominent bulge cupped between his powerful thighs.

The man was insufferable. Insufferable and insanely hot.

“What took you so damn long?” His words came as a rolling thunder, full of anger and accusation.

“You do not need me to help you shower.”

“I needed help.” His full lips twisted into a sexy pout. “You could’ve picked up the soap for me.”

“Your legs aren’t broken. It seems you managed just find. Congratu-fucking-lation on taking your first shower alone.”

“Don’t swear, Piper. It doesn’t sit well with you.”

“You cuss often enough. I think I’m due a swear word or two.”

He shook his head. “I’m different.”

She put her hands to her hips. “The rules are different for you than they are for me?”

“As a matter of fact, they are. No more swearing. That’s an order.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m serious, Piper.”

“And if I do?” What would he do? Bent couldn’t fire her, only Forest could.

Bent gripped the towel and the bulge between his legs twitched.

Piper gulped, realizing the sudden tension swirling in the air.

“Don’t test me on this. Pretty girls shouldn’t swear.”

He thought she was pretty?

“How about a trade?”

“No trade. I said no swearing, and that means you don’t swear.”

“That’s funny, Growly, but that’s not how this works.” She could definitely use this to her advantage. “You give me one-hundred percent during our sessions and I promise to keep my language clean, but the same goes for you.”

“Bull shit. I’m already giving you something.”

“You’re giving me what you should give every session we have together, but you’re nothing but a royal pain in the ass.”

He cocked his head, and the towel flicked.

Do not look down. For the love of all that is holy…Do. Not. Look. Down.

But she did. Her gaze dropped. Holy shit!

He snickered. “You know, instead of torturing me, we could spend the next two hours doing something much more fun.”

Clamping her mouth shut, she found the courage to meet his smirk.

Their physical therapy sessions put them in close physical proximity, which was going to make the next two hours more than unbearable.

She pointed to the deck outside. “I prefer torture.”

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An End and a Brighter Beginning! Nondisclosure is Coming (again) Soon!!

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Mid-July is rapidly approaching, and that means Nondisclosure will be disappearing with the closure of Amazon’s Kindle Worlds. This is bad news, but I have good news to follow. I’m publishing Nondisclosure all over again, under JEM Publishing. Now, how cool is that? While some of the Kindle Worlds authors left authors’ books lingering in limbo, never to be seen again, Aleatha Romig is a gracious soul and has been hard at work making sure her authors are taken care of. She’s giving us our full rights back to our books. WOOHOO!!!

Imagine writing a novel and then getting told you had no choice but to lose it forever? All that hard work POOF! Up in smoke. Some Kindle World authors are able to re-publish as long as they take out all references to the Kindle World, in my case all references to Infidelity. On the surface it sounds easy, just rename and move on. But it’s not. Nondisclosure is built upon Aleatha’s series. It’s fan fiction and written around her characters, settings, businesses (Infidelity) and ties heavily into her world. I wrote it to be intricately related to her Infidelity Series. It is impractical to keep the story intact and remove these things. That would be a nightmare. I faced losing it entirely, but this story has a happy ending.

Aleatha Romig is allowing me to keep everything together. It will disappear from Amazon soon, mid-July, but after a little behind the scenes legal work, it’ll be re-uploaded. This is great news, because it allows me to do several things I wasn’t able to do before. First off, I can offer paperbacks which were previously not allowed under the terms of Kindle World’s contract. Nondisclosure will also be available in foreign countries. With Kindle Worlds, it was only available in the U.S. I think this will allow Nondisclosure to reach a wider audience, and hopefully my readers will take a look at Aleatha’s series, one I love and adore, and read it as well. I’m thrilled to have been allowed to write in her world and I’m ecstatic that I won’t be losing the ability to keep Nondisclosure out there.

Sometimes bad news is really VERY GOOD news in disguise.

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