A special early peek at what Lori King has been working on!
Sunnyside Up releases on January 26, but you can download the first book in the Crawley Creek Series, Beginnings right now for FREE on all e-retailers.
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Sunnyside Up
Crawley Creek 3.5
Coming January 26
One problem after another forced Lacy and Drannon into a humorous wedding in Las Vegas. While they were saying "I Do", their ranch in North Dakota was inundated by flood waters. Now that they are back home at Crawley Creek, Drannon wants to give Lacy the reception she dreamed of. However, good intentions never go unpunished as their happy day is beset by issues. All the residents of Crawley Creek are praying things turn sunny side up in time for the wedding of the decade.
~EXCERPT~
The sensation that she was being watched prickled over her skin and she lifted her eyes to find her husband staring at her hungrily from the doorway. “Hey baby, what’s the serious look for?” He asked gruffly, making her belly quiver just by licking his lips.
“Uh, nothing too important. Did you finish up everything you needed to?” Her voice came out breathy and husky with the desire rolling through her veins.
He nodded, and moved further into the room, pushing the door shut behind him. “Lolly looks good, and the hands have everything under control for the next couple of days.”
“That’s good. When should we expect Lolly’s new baby?” she asked, rising from her chair in anticipation. She couldn’t care less about the pregnant mare right now, but this was part of the game of seduction between them. She enjoyed the pursuit. The feeling of his need for her when he pushed her into an intimate situation in an inappropriate place.
“Six more weeks.” His response barely registered as he reached for her and slid his hands up to release her long red hair from its braid, weaving his fingers through the long locks to separate them before fisting his hands in them and pulling her head back to kiss her deeply.
She loved the way he took the kiss from her, not asking, not teasing, just taking what he needed and giving her back what she wanted. It set off explosions in her brain and her core heated quickly. Rubbing against him like a cat, she tugged at his shirt, pulling it free from his belt, and pushing her hands underneath to reach his bare chest. Years of hard ranch work had etched muscles like granite into his body, and she paid homage to each one with a caress or squeeze. At the same time he ran his own hands from her scalp to her ass, stealing squeezes and strokes of his own.
Parting with a gasp for air, she moaned when he nipped her earlobe. “We have to leave in an hour,” she murmured.
“I only need half that,” he growled against her ear, spinning her and pinning her to the top of the desk, her laptop closing with a sharp click.
About Lori King
Best-selling author, Lori King, is also a full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic.
She spends her days dreaming up Alpha men, and her nights telling their stories. An admitted TV and book junkie, she can be found relaxing with a steamy story, or binging in an entire season of some show online. She gives her parents all the credit for her unique sense of humor and acceptance of all forms of love. There are no two loves alike, but you can love more than one with your whole heart.
With the motto: Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance, she will continue to write as long as you continue to read. Thank you for taking the time to indulge in a good Happily Ever After with her.
Find out more about her current projects at http://lorikingbooks.com, or look her up on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LoriKingBooks or Twitter: https://twitter.com/LoriKingBooks.
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Happy Holidays!
Every night, as my daddy taught me, I kneeled by my bed and said my prayers. But tonight, I wanted ask for something.
“Now I lay me down to sleep … I pray the Lord my soul to take. Oh, please bring me a mommy. Amen”
“Come on, Frankie. It’s time to go to the park,” my dad yelled from downstairs.
“I’m coming, Dad.”
Wearing my play clothes, a long purple shirt and black leggings, I slid my feet into my shoes and ran down the stairs. I loved the noise it made, like a herd of elephants, as my dad would say, but I always pictured horses.
One last bang rang out, as I jumped off the last step and landed on my two feet. I turned the corner to see my dad at the door with our two Cane Corso dogs, Dante and Beatrice. Dad named them after some epic poem, whatever that was.
Our dogs were special, though. They were blue, well, they looked grey to me, and their hair was short and thick. I loved running my fingers through it, trying to make it stick up. They came from Italy, some sort of mastiff. I didn’t know, really, all I knew was they were big, real big and strong. But we trained them so well that they listened to all of their commands.
Dad always let me hold Dante, and I held the leash loosely in my hand, while he healed on my left. He’d stay there, following my every move until I gave him the “free dog” command. Our walk to the park was quick and when we got there I could tell the grass had been just cut. The strong smell hit my nose. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.
“Alright, you all go play, and I’ll be right here on my bench, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I unclicked their leashes and wrapped them around my waist, like belts, and threw the ball for the dogs.
Jennifer Garcia's love of travel began when she went to the West Coast to visit her father at the age of three. Her home until she was sixteen was a small coastal town near Boston. She currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons, and two dogs.
Her lifelong love for reading and writing was put aside for many years while she made her way in the world and nurtured her young family. Even though she is older, and life never seems to settle, she's finding her way. Believing she can do it all, with the help of her family, she worked on her first novel during the late hours of the night while balancing the rest of her life during the day.
Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts.
Best selling author Sydney Logan is celebrating the holidays with a Book Blast for her holiday collection of short stories! Grab Once Upon a December for .99 cents today! Keep reading to check out the excerpts from each short story and to enter the giveaway for a set of limited edition ornaments!
Christmas is in the air, and best selling author Sydney Logan is gifting readers with a short story collection, just in time for the holidays. Once Upon a December features three heartwarming and romantic stories that are sure to bring you joy this holiday season.
What Child Is This?Estranged from his family and the love of his life, Thomas Fisher finds himself stranded in an airport on Christmas Eve. Imagine his surprise when a young boy takes him by the hand and shows him the way home.Mistletoe Magic Melanie Taylor is on a mission to find the perfect Christmas gift for her husband. Something special. Something expensive. Something that will save her marriage. Can a chance encounter on an elevator make her Christmas wish come true?The Little Drummer BoyIt’s Christmas Eve, and Justin Banks is on the hunt for a last-minute gift for his wife, Megan. With the help of a homeless man and the beat of a drum, Justin stumbles upon the one thing Megan has always wanted. The one thing money can’t buy. It's amazing what we can hear if we just take a moment and really listen.
Excerpt from “What Child Is This?”Please come home for Christmas this year?I don’t bother replying to my sister’s text. She knows I’m not coming home. I just power off my phone and stuff it back into my jacket. With a tired sigh, I lean back, close my eyes, and find myself doing the one thing I try never to do.I think about the mess I’ve made of my life.Ten years ago, I’d been an eighteen-year-old living in Paisley Springs, Tennessee—a tiny, rural town about two hours north of Nashville. Ten years ago, I’d been a popular athlete with dreams of becoming a professional basketball player. Ten years ago, I’d been the golden child of Dr. Benjamin and Olivia Fisher.Ten years ago, I’d been a boy in love.I still am.Life is full of highways, and some are just too long when you’re trying to find your way home. In my case, some forgotten roads completely disappear. Time erases them, to the point that you begin to wonder if they ever really existed in the first place.But they did. I know they did.I close my eyes and try to ignore the image that flickers behind my eyelids. In my mind, Emma Hayes is still eighteen years old. With her long red hair and deep green eyes, she’d always looked at me as if I was her dream come true.And I was, until I ripped those dreams away.We were together for more than a year, and it had been the happiest time of my life. But being crazy in love makes you do stupid things. Careless things.And then things happen that you never imagined would happen to you.Excerpt from “Mistletoe Magic”“Doing some last-minute shopping?” Ethan asked.Melanie blinked rapidly before nodding.“I am,” she replied stiffly. “You?”He lifted the gold bag, giving it a little shake.She nodded. “For someone special?”“For my wife. You?”“My husb—”Her reply was cut short when the lights dimmed, and the elevator lurched to a stop.“Fantastic,” Melanie mumbled.The emergency lights flickered on, and Ethan pushed the alarm button before grabbing the elevator’s phone. Melanie listened intently as he barked orders to someone before slamming down the receiver.“The entire block is in the dark,” Ethan grumbled. He removed his jacket before settling himself on the floor.“What are you doing?”“Getting comfortable,” Ethan said. “The guy said it might be a while.”Melanie glanced down at her silk dress.“I’m not sitting on this dirty floor.”Ethan shrugged. “Suit yourself.”Melanie eyed his jacket.“Speaking of suits, isn’t that Armani?”“I have no idea which expensive name is stitched on the label.”She smirked. “But you know it’s expensive.”“There isn’t a suit in my closet that didn’t cost a fortune. My wife insists upon it.”“Maybe that’s because your wife has good taste.”“Maybe that’s because my wife is too hung-up on labels.” Ethan loosened his tie and sighed tiredly. “Just sit down. I hate enclosed spaces, and you’re making me nervous.”A stubborn Melanie remained on her feet, but the four-inch heels of her favorite boots weren’t the most comfortable, and after a few minutes, she finally relented and removed her coat. It was far less expensive than the dress, after all. She placed it on the floor before slowly sitting down.“See? Isn’t that better?”Melanie sighed loudly.“One of us should probably conserve our cell battery,” Ethan suggested, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “My Blackberry has a full charge, so I don’t mind keeping mine on if you’d like to save yours.”With a nod, Melanie reached into her bag and turned off her iPhone.“You don’t want to text someone first?” Ethan asked. “Your husband might worry if you come home late.”Melanie somehow resisted the urge to laugh.“No one worries about me,” she said.A brief look passed between them before they both quickly looked away.Excerpt from “The Little Drummer Boy”Rum pum pum pum.It’s faint, but it’s there. A quiet, rhythmic beat that blends into the night. How this old man heard the sound is beyond me.“You hear it, don’t you?”With a nod, I look around, hoping to find the source of the sound. The man points toward the coffee shop’s covered alleyway.“Back there,” he says.The carolers begin their rendition of “O Holy Night,” and once again, I hear the “rum pum pum pum” coming from the darkness.Intrigued, I step away from the old man and walk slowly toward the alley. Each step brings me closer to the beat, until finally, I see a little boy, nestled in the corner. His only light comes from a lantern, and a snare drum rests in his lap. The drum is scarred and the strap is frayed, but it’s obviously his most prized possession.Probably his only possession.Does he live here? In this filthy alley? And where are his parents?“Shall I play for you?”His voice is just a whisper. His clothes are dirty and ragged, and the faded blue jacket he wears is about three sizes too big.“I heard you playing,” I tell him, keeping my voice soft and light. The last thing I want to do is scare the kid. “You’re very good. Are you alone?”He nods.“Where are your parents?”His face contorts in pain, and my stomach lurches. He can’t be more than five years old. Maybe six.“Shall I play for you?” he asks again. A little stronger this time. A little more determined.Because I don’t know what else to do, I nod. The covered alleyway has thankfully kept most of the snow away, so I find a flattened section of shredded cardboard and sit down. I don’t think about the fact that I’m probably ruining my thousand-dollar suit. I just sit and listen.The boy’s sticks pound the head of the drum.Rum pum pum pum.Rum pum pum pum.Each rhythmic thump pierces my soul, and when he comes to the end of his song, I reach inside my jacket for my wallet.“No, sir,” he says softly. “I don't need your money.”It’s hard not to laugh. The kid is surrounded by dumpsters and living in a cardboard box. If anyone needs my money, it’s this child.“What do you need?”“Just food.”“I can pay you with food?”The boy nods vigorously, and I notice his eyes are suddenly a little brighter. The poor guy is probably starving and could definitely use a bath. Dirt cakes his face, but he has the biggest, bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.“Why don't you come home with me?” I hear myself say. “My wife loves to cook.”He shakes his head. “I can't leave. My mom told me to stay here. I have to stay here.”“How old are you?”“I'm six, sir.”“Do you have a name?”“My name’s Luke.”“Well, Luke, my name is Justin Banks, and it's cold out here. It's going to keep snowing.”“Yes, sir,” he whispers, his voice trembling.“I could take you home with me for a little while. You could take a bath and eat some dinner with us.”At the mention of a bath, he smiles.“And then we can try to find your mom and dad.”The little boy bows his head, and when he looks up at me again, the light in his eyes is long gone.“My mom told me to stay here.”I close my eyes in frustration. I can talk a judge and jury into almost anything. Have I really met my match in a six-year-old living in a cardboard box?Maybe so.But I have a secret weapon.Sydney Logan Bio:Amazon best-selling author Sydney Logan holds a Master's degree in Elementary Education. She is the author of five novels - Lessons Learned, Mountain Charm, Soldier On, Once Upon a December, and Pros & Cons. Sydney has also penned several short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul.A native of East Tennessee, Sydney enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.Visit her website at www.sydneylogan.com.
Today for Teaser Tuesday, a sneak peek at what Lorenz Font has been working on. Coming soon!
Rise of Alpha - 1st book of the Prodian Journey Trilogy
~~EXCERPT~~
“What’s the medical term for your jumping illness?”
I was glad the question came up right away. “It’s called Tourette’s Syndrome.”
“What is that?”
The question plagued me wherever I went, and I had the answer down pat. Explaining it one more time wouldn’t kill me. “The sudden and involuntary tics and vocalizations are byproducts of an abnormal metabolism of my brain’s neurotransmitters.” I shrugged.
“Wow… sounds heavy.”
Yep, it was a big issue for a teenager, something I wouldn’t ever sign up for. “If my involuntary cursing and jerking doesn’t bother you, then I don’t have a problem being your partner. I’m just trying to protect you from a possible heart attack. In my experience, people get nervous being around me.” I leaned against the cushion, feeling good now that I’d gotten her all prepared. If my fever was making me delirious with happiness, then I wouldn’t mind the mercury spiking up a bit more.
“You sound like you’ve been hiding for much too long, Curly.”
It would have sounded better if she used babe or sweetie, but I’d settle for anything. “It comes with the territory, but let’s not talk about me anymore. Why don’t you tell me what you want to do for our photography project?” This was a ploy to get her talking so I could keep listening to her voice.
Shannon’s eyes rolled up to the ceiling. “Um, I like taking pictures of moving subjects rather than portraits. I would love it if you would pose for me. You’re very interesting, Mexican jumping beans and all.” She giggled.
I glared in mock disapproval at her attempt to make light of my situation. “Hell, no. I’m not comfortable in my own skin, let alone with allowing someone to take my picture for everyone to make fun of.”
I stood up, but my legs wobbled. Shannon was quick to get up and place her arm around my waist. Holy smokes, batman. She touched me!
“You’re such a dork! I’m not kidding. Haven’t you checked yourself in the mirror?” she asked, helping me back down onto the sofa.
I felt like a total loser and had no idea what to say. Look at myself in the mirror? I’d been doing that for the last seventeen years and never liked what I saw—blond hair, dull blue eyes, and average build. Interesting was a word I’d never apply to myself.
Lorenz Font discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after another. She is currently enjoying the buzz from her vampire novels Hunted,Tormented and Ascension,Books 1-3 of The Gates Legacy Series, Feather Light, an erotic romance, Indivisble Line, a romance thriller and Pieces of Broken Time, a military romance.
Lorenz’s perfect day consists of writing and lounging on her garage couch, aka the office, with a glass of her favorite cabernet while listening to her ever-growing music collection. She enjoys dabbling in different genres, with an intense focus on angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic twists is a mainstay in all her stories.
Lorenz lives in California with her husband, children, and two demanding dogs. She divides her time between her full-time job and her busy writing schedule.
Sherri Hayes has released a new story as part of the Irrevocably Claimed anthology, which is now available for a limited time for only 99 cents.
Excerpt
Justin had just swallowed his last bite when there was a
knock on his door. He glanced up at the clock. It was half past two. Since he
wasn’t expecting anyone, he had no idea who it could be. A delivery, maybe? But
even then, he was left scratching his head. He hadn’t ordered anything recently.
Setting his empty plate on the coffee table, he walked over
to the door and looked through the peephole. He jerked back and swiftly opened
the door. Standing on his threshold was his best friend’s little sister. Justin
and Mark had been best friends since they were sixteen. In high school they’d
done everything together—even went on a few double dates. Now that they were
both adults, they got together once a month to catch up and shoot the bull
while downing a few beers and yelling at whatever game happened to be on the
big screen of their local sports bar.
Kim stood there staring at him with wide eyes.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi.” She looked nervous.
“Did something happen?”
She shook her head. “No. Nothing…no. May I come in?”
He took a step back and motion for her to enter. Kim walked
inside and he closed the door behind her. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Promise.” She flashed him one of those
sweet smiles of hers. It caused his chest to clench every time. He didn’t see
her as often anymore as he used to, but they still ran into each other on occasion.
Justin had been such a fixture at their house during the last two years of high
school that he was often invited to family gatherings. Whether he wanted to
admit it or not, seeing Kim at those times had been a definite highlight.
He reached for the remote and turned off the television. She
was obviously here to talk to him about something. “Would you like something to
drink?”
“Sure.”
She was acting really strange. “What would you like? I have
water, soda, beer, wine…pick your poison.”
His joke fell flat.
“Water. Thank you.”
He nodded and ducked into the kitchen.
Justin took his time getting Kim’s water. Standing in his
living room fidgeting with the belt of her coat, she looked almost fragile. It
threw him because he knew she wasn’t any such thing. Kim had graduated at the
top of her class in college and landed a job almost immediately thanks to one
of her professors. She’d excelled in her position and quickly rose within the
company. Last he’d heard, she was being considered for vice president of
operations. The woman knew what she wanted and went after it. That was one of
the things he admired about her—one of the things he’d always admired about
her.
As he headed back into the living room where Kim was
waiting, he racked his brain trying to figure out why she was here. All
thoughts went out the window, however, when his gaze fell on Kim kneeling on
the floor, naked. Her head was bowed, her knees parted, and her forearms rested
on her thighs, palms up.
Justin has had a crush on his best friend’s little sister, Kim, since high school. When she shows up on his doorstep, offering herself to him for one night, will he be able to say no? Or will he give in to one forbidden night with the woman who has haunted his dreams for years?
Madison’s best friend, Lillian, is constantly sharing the details of her perfect life with husband, Adam, including her off the charts sex life. It’s great, except that Madison has been harboring a secret fantasy: she doesn’t just want to hear about the great sex that Lillian and Adam are having, she wants to experience it for herself…with them. One night after drinks, the three friends agree to a deal: One night. The three of them. Together. And anything goes. Will a night of heated passion be exactly what they all need? Or will it go too far and destroy everything they have?
Claire Vanderling has reached middle age but doesn’t feel like she has anything to show for it. As the manager of a prosperous art gallery, she works hard, but her personal life is practically nonexistent. Her son, Thomas, has graduated college and is about to start a new IT company in Japan with his best friend. She might not see him for six months, so she arranges for them to have one more trip to a family beach home in the Hamptons. When her son’s best friend shows up, she finds much more than just a simple vacation—she discovers a passion long buried inside her. Jacob Tanner is excited to be starting a new company with his best friend. He wants to go directly to Japan to get settled, but Tom insists that they spend time this summer with Tom’s mother. He met Claire once before while he and Tom were still in school together. When he sees her again, he is surprised to find that he cannot take his eyes off her. How had he not realized how sexy Claire was? As desire flares up and passion is unleashed, will they give in to their bodies’ demands or will they be able to resist lovers’ sweet discovery?
Jena was Holly’s best friend when they started high school. By graduation, Holly avoided Jena at all cost. Their friendship had become confusing, the emotions so complex, and at times unnerving, that Holly couldn’t even risk being near Jena. Seven years later, unhappily married Holly is thrown together with Jena at a bachelorette party. Was forbidden desire beneath their unsettling friendship all along? And will Holly surrender at last to Jena’s pursuit?
Sweet as iced tea, her life was the very anthem of a country song. Blue skies, cornfields and cotton fed her soul. Tattooed and pierced, he’s the lead singer for Violent Standard. His idea of country is a trek through Central Park. His band is in town to film their newest music video. Can heavy metal and a country twang blend into a perfect harmony? Will he claim the southern belle before the last note fades?
Presidential candidate’s daughter, Cammie Douglas, needs her wild ways tamed and kept out of the news. So Jude Warner, a tall, dark, and handsome Secret Service agent, is called up for duty. His orders: Control Cammie no matter what it takes… Even if she’s drawing him into her sexual thrall. Will he risk it all for her? Or have to tame his own desires?
When Charlotte is caught by one of her college students in a moment of pleasure, she awakens the Dream Weaver . . . the Master . . . her Dom. Can he revive her confidence and prove to her just how desirable she is?
Ashley Gahl lost her virginity in a whirlwind of passion after a night of celebration, and Tanner Lake has haunted her dreams ever since. One-night flings aren’t suitable for relationships, so she’s determined to pretend it never happened, only he reappears in her life, and throws her carefully laid out plans into disarray. When he becomes a permanent fixture in her world as her new stepbrother, she knows she should put their passionate past behind her, but she finds herself craving him more and more. Is she really ready for the whirlwind that Tempting Tanner with bring?
After Anton Vetrov brutally murders a
young girl as a warning to Tristan Riley, the broken DEA agent believes the
best thing for Lillian Maddox to do would be to stay far, far away from him.
But Lillian knows a thing or two about fear, and she's not willing to let the
man she loves push her away that easily. If he won't fight for them, she
will... even if that means risking her life to prove she's strong enough to
live in his world.
Her plan ends in disaster when she's
dragged out of Teplo at gunpoint,
forcing Tristan onto a collision course with the Vetrov family and Pedro
Francisco. With nothing left to lose except the only woman who has ever
mattered to him, he will do whatever it takes to stop Vetrov and Francisco from
ever hurting her again.
But he doesn't know they've been waiting
for him to make his move. When he does, all hell breaks loose, and his life is
on the line. It's up to Lillian and the DEA to save him, and she's terrified
they won't make it in time.
Thrust headlong into a violent, bloody
confrontation with the Vetrov family, Lillian comes face to the face with the
heartbreaking realization that maybe she doesn't belong in Tristan's world,
after all. When the smoke clears, will he be able to convince his ballerina
that she's the best thing for him, or will he lose her and the chance at a real
future once and for all?
"Sometimes life just fucking
sucks," she said, giggling again. "I think your mouth is rubbing off
on me."
"Mmm," he growled
playfully and flipped her over until she was lying beneath him. He grinned down
at her, the shadows that'd crept into his eyes during their conversation gone,
replaced with happiness, softness. "I noticed that. You called me
baby."
"I did," she murmured,
staring up at him.
His grin widened. "You called
me baby once before, you know."
"Did I?"
"Mmhmm." He nuzzled his
face against her throat. "When I fucked you against the front door. I
think I like hearing you call me baby almost as much as I like hearing you
scream my name, beautiful. You sound so good screaming my name." He nipped
her throat.
"Tristan," she whimpered,
writhing beneath him as his wicked words sent heat through her all over again.
"You sound good whimpering it,
too," he murmured. "Fuck, Lillian, everything you do drives me
crazy." He pressed a soft kiss to her temple before dropping back down
beside her and dragged her into his arms once more. "Every time I'm near
you, I'm turned on."
"It's the same for me,"
she whispered.
"Is it?"
"Yes, all the time. When you
look at me or touch me… I don't know, it's like an addiction, I think. I crave
more and more of you every time." Her brow furrowed as she traced the line
of his abs with one finger. "Is it really like that for you, too?"
"All the time,
sweetheart," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "I can't get
enough of you." He reached out and grabbed her hand, dragging it down his
body and placing it over his crotch. He was hard again, his cock like steel in
her palm. "You keep me like this, Lillian."
She smiled and curled her hand
around his length, stroking softly. "I like knowing that."
"Fuck." He arched his
hips into her hand before wrapping his own hand around hers and gliding it up
and down his erection. Far too soon, he stilled her hand and pulled away,
causing her to groan in protest. He chuckled and twined their fingers together
again, placing them on his chest, over his heart. "Rest, beautiful. I've
been all over you tonight."
"I like having you all over
me," she grumbled. She loved
having him all over her.
"I like being all over
you," he answered with another soft chuckle at her petulant tone.
"But you need a break or you'll be too sore to move, and there's no
fucking way I'm going to be able to keep from sinking myself into you at least
once tomorrow."
Well, she couldn't very well argue
with that, now could she?
"Fine, but only for the rest
of the night," she warned him, not willing to go any longer than that
before feeling him again. The things he did to her… he could do them every day
of forever and she'd die happy. She wanted
him to do them to her every day of forever.
God. Forever. Was it too soon to
want that?
Tristan and Lillian's Netflix Watch List
Tristan and Lillian don't spend a lot of
time in front of the television, but when they do have time, they love to
snuggle up and watch their favorite shows and movies... or not watch them as
the case may be! Here's what's on their lists and why.
Tristan
·Narcos
– This is a new series, but it's surprisingly good. It captures the messed up
reality of drug trafficking, while humanizing the people behind the scenes.
·Arrow
– A man with a past? A man on a mission? That's not familiar at all!
·From
Dusk Til Dawn: The Series – Because it's a cartel of vampires. Which is
basically every cartel ever. Tristan can relate.
·Three
Kings – Risking everything to screw a bad guy and save a life? Tristan is down
with that.
·Without
a Paddle – Even the most ridiculous of missions can have value.
·Beowulf
– Lillian is slowly showing Tristan the value of literature and the classics.
·Gangland
– Gangs piss Tristan off. It never hurts to spend a little time getting to know
them better, especially in his line of work.
·Inside
Cocaine Wars – Another docu-series about the job. Getting to know some of the
other agents with the same mission is always helpful.
Lillian
·Phantom
of the Opera – What isn't to love about Phantom of the Opera? The story is
haunting, beautiful, and timeless.
·Center
Stage – If anyone can relate to being told they aren't good enough, Lillian
can. Jody is so much like her.
·Cyberbully
– Another one that hits close to home for Lillian. Bullies are everywhere, and
they are brutal.
·Dollhouse
– Echo is a total badass. And she's not what anyone expects.
·The
Originals – Two words: Joseph Morgan. Does she really need another reason?
·Being
Human (U.K.) – The original U.K. version is the way to go with this one. It's
got a little bit of everything, and is so good.
·Ballet
422 – She may no longer be in the world, but she misses performing. This
documentary lets her relive those moments she loved.
·Half
the Sky – Lillian has traveled the world and seen oppression firsthand. This
documentary tells the story well, and gives her hope for the future.
Ayden lives in the heart of
Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of eleven years, and their five
furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading,
volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of
Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going
on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her
education to use in the social services and CJ field.
Ayden also writes Young and New Adult fantasy under the penname A.K. Morgen.
Best-selling author, Lori King, is also a full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic.
