SYNOPSIS:
Today’s
premiere New Adult authors combine their talents to tell four
original stories from inside one house.
When four girls decide to live off campus together as juniors at a college in Michigan, they expect it to be their best year yet. Little do they know, it’s a year that will change the rest of their lives.
BEHIND HER EYES by A.L. Jackson
Unable to live down her ex-boyfriend’s deception, Misha is determined to avoid betrayal. When, the new guy next door, Darryn starts to get under her skin, her defenses start to crumble. But trusting Darryn seems impossible, especially if he’s not sure he can trust himself.
SAVING ME by Molly McAdams
On the outside, Indy is always ready for a party—but inside she’s breaking. Kier makes a weekly routine of saving the girl next door from herself on Saturday nights… but when will she be ready to remember him on Sunday morning?
FOULING OUT by Tiffany King
Working at a sports bar, Courtney has become a pro at sidestepping propositions from arrogant jocks—which makes her a more elusive catch for campus basketball star Dalton than he expected. But when he falls for the saucy waitress, Dalton will have to rethink his game plan to prove he’s not the jerk Courtney expects.
BENEATH YOUR LAYERS by Christina Lee
In order to ace her fashion internship, Chloe must team up with local college dropout and set builder, Blake—much to her chagrin. But after some "hands-on" experience, Chloe will have to ask herself if Blake factors into her carefully laid plans…
When four girls decide to live off campus together as juniors at a college in Michigan, they expect it to be their best year yet. Little do they know, it’s a year that will change the rest of their lives.
BEHIND HER EYES by A.L. Jackson
Unable to live down her ex-boyfriend’s deception, Misha is determined to avoid betrayal. When, the new guy next door, Darryn starts to get under her skin, her defenses start to crumble. But trusting Darryn seems impossible, especially if he’s not sure he can trust himself.
SAVING ME by Molly McAdams
On the outside, Indy is always ready for a party—but inside she’s breaking. Kier makes a weekly routine of saving the girl next door from herself on Saturday nights… but when will she be ready to remember him on Sunday morning?
FOULING OUT by Tiffany King
Working at a sports bar, Courtney has become a pro at sidestepping propositions from arrogant jocks—which makes her a more elusive catch for campus basketball star Dalton than he expected. But when he falls for the saucy waitress, Dalton will have to rethink his game plan to prove he’s not the jerk Courtney expects.
BENEATH YOUR LAYERS by Christina Lee
In order to ace her fashion internship, Chloe must team up with local college dropout and set builder, Blake—much to her chagrin. But after some "hands-on" experience, Chloe will have to ask herself if Blake factors into her carefully laid plans…
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EXCERPTS:
Behind
Her Eyes by A.L. Jackson
Now
I could feel him, his eyes all over me, caressing me slowly, up and
down.
I
let all my insecurities drift away as I swayed in time to the music,
in sync with the throb of the
crowd
and the intermittent lights that glowed against my lids.
A
charged moment passed, before strong hands found my hips and gripped
them from behind. For
a
beat, I stiffened, before I again gave in to this sublime release.
And again, he felt good. Right. All this
intense
energy that ricocheted between us wrapped me up in a frenzy of
nerves, alight and alive. The
smell
of him took me whole, all soap and man and sex.
Oh
God.
My
heart beat frantically, racing to keep up with my thoughts that were
spiraling out of control.
A
shimmer of fear slithered through me, before he pulled my back into
the safety of his firm chest.
And
that was what I felt.
Safe.
With
him, and I didn’t know why, and I was searching inside myself for
resolve, for the commitment
I’d
made to never allow myself to be so easily played again.
But
it was just out of my reach.
Darryn
held me close, our bodies moving in time, like we shared the same
breath, the same space.
I
leaned back, my head on his shoulder as his face found the curve of
my neck. Chills sped, spinning my
body
into a violent cataclysm of need. He let his hands roam, palms
pressing hard as he ran them down
the
front of my legs, spanning them wide as he trailed them back up to my
hips and over my stomach.
Fingertips
dipped into my ribs as he slid them up the curve of my sides, and he
lifted my arms as he went,
in
the same fluid motion fastening my hands around the back of his neck.
All
those butterflies scattered, a clash of discordant wings that
fluttered haphazardly through my
insides,
leaving my stomach in a coiled mess of confusion and need.
Why
him? Why now?
Holding
me close, he brushed his mouth over the shell of my ear, his
whispered words injected
directly
to my manic heart. “Goddamn, Misha. What are you trying to do to
me?”
I
suddenly found it impossible to breathe, because it was him who was
slowly undoing all the fibers
of
reservation woven through my weakened spirit.
“Can’t
get you off my mind.” He leaned in closer, his hand sweeping up my
stomach. Fingers
brushed
between my breasts, and I released a sharp gasp.
“Been
dying to touch you,” he murmured low.
SAVING
ME – MOLLY McADAMS
“I’m about to embarrass the
hell out of myself, but I don’t care anymore. I feel like when I’m
near you, I’m safe, and it makes no
sense to me. It is the
weirdest feeling to have with someone I only know three things
about.”
My eyebrows rose at that and I
turned to fully face her. “Three?”
“Yes. Three
things. Your name is
Kier, you’re extremely quiet, and you are the biggest puzzle I’ve
ever tried to figure out.”
“I’m the
puzzle?”
“Yes!” she said in
exasperation.
That had to have been the most
backward statement I’d ever heard. “And why am I a puzzle?”
“Because of what I just told
you. I don’t know you, you don’t even talk to anyone, and I feel
safe when you’re near me! Why is that? I feel like I’m going
crazy because all I’ve been able to think about for these past two
weeks is you, and how every time you open your mouth it’s like déjà
vu, and I just—I don’t know what’s happening.” Her green eyes
were massive and she looked like she was on the edge of losing her
shit.
I took a few steps toward her and
lowered my voice. “Calm down, Indy. You’re fine.”
“I just don’t understand,”
she said loudly, the pitch of her voice rising. “Do you believe in
past lives?” she asked suddenly.
I paused, a laugh slipping past
my lips. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Past lives? Like that whole
stupid YOLO saying is really just bullshit, because we’re about to
get another shot down the road?”
I tried to contain my smile, but
she was really fucking adorable when she was like this. “What does
that have to do with what you’re freaking out over?”
“In stories with soul mates
they find each other no matter what in every life. And it’s like
they have a weird connection they can’t explain.”
I closed the distance between us
and dropped my head so I was looking directly into her eyes. “Are
you saying we’re soul mates?”
“No!” she said, horror lacing
her voice, her cheeks filling with heat.
“I think you were,” I
teased.
“I wasn’t, I was just saying
that in stories . . . I don’t know what I’m saying, okay? But I
don’t get what’s going on with us!”
“So now there’s an us?”
“Oh my God,” she
whispered. “I need to stop talking.”
I laughed and took a step
back. “I’m teasing you, Indy. And no, I don’t believe in past
lives. I think we have this one, and that’s it.”
She sighed, and her body visibly
relaxed. When she spoke again, she sounded exhausted—and in a way,
defeated. “I don’t, either, but I can’t figure out how to
explain this feeling like I know you.”
I ground my jaw for a few seconds
as her green eyes held mine. “Because maybe you do know me. You’re
just not ready to remember why.”
Beneath
Your Layers
Christina
Lee/When We Met Anthology
I
motioned for the bar. “Want me to get you a soda or a water?”
Chloe
stared at me for another long moment before she said, “No, thanks.”
We
listened to the next song quietly standing beside each other, lost in
our own thoughts. Until she turned to me and said, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,”
I said, almost breathless. Given her mood, maybe she’d give me
something good this time.
“Your
turn, Blake,” she said. “Do something spontaneous.”
My
fingers trembled from wanting to touch her so badly and all I could
think about was doing just that.
“You
sure that’s what you want?” I said, turning and backing her
against the wall.
“Yes,”
she breathed out.
“Something
spontaneous or something I’ve been thinking about doing for days?”
I said, my lips coming closer to hers. “Maybe weeks?”
Her
breath caught. “It . . . it’s your call.”
My
head swung forward, our foreheads practically touching. Fluttery
breaths were escaping her lips. I place my arms on either side of her
head and she bit down on her lip.
My
heart thrashed in my chest and all I could think about was how
desperate I was to kiss her, but how nervous I was to blow this
opportunity.
So
I attempted to read her signals and they were definitely mixed. Her
eyes flitted between panic and lust.
When
I pinned my hip against hers, I could’ve sworn I heard a low moan
in the back of her throat.
“Please,”
she rasped out. “Please . . . don’t . . . Blake.”
My
stomach was in my throat. Fuck, either I’d scared her or I’d been
reading her wrong.
I
leaned back to give her space, but her fingers suddenly skimmed
across my waist, clenching my shirt and drawing me nearer.
“Don’t
what?” I asked in confusion. She was so
fucking messing with my head.
“Don’t
. . .” She was panting now. “Don’t stop.”
Fouling
Out
By
Tiffany King
From
the upcoming New Adult anthology
The warmth inside the building was
soothing after walking from the car outside. I felt mildly
disappointed when Dalton dropped his arm from my shoulders, until he
reached for my hand. As we strolled along, I became hyperaware of how
something as innocent as handholding could become somewhat erotic
while sipping wine together. Dalton slid his thumb across the top of
my hand in slow methodical strokes before gently caressing my pulse
point. The hairs on the back of my neck felt as if they were standing
on end. Each sweep of his thumb was a sensual dance with my sensitive
skin, making it tingle.
It was becoming apparent to me that it
might have been a bad call on my part to skip lunch. Between the
scent of Dalton’s cologne and the alcohol I was consuming, I was
already feeling slightly intoxicated. I nibbled on a few cubes of
cheese to attempt to alleviate the buzzing in my head. Dalton’s
breath teased my neck, making me shiver in a good way. I should have
put some distance between us so I could regain my bearings, but
instead I snuggled closer to him, wishing we were somewhere else with
a lot fewer people around.
All the air escaped my lungs as Dalton
slowly captured a bead of wine from my bottom lip with his finger. I
watched with bated breath as he moved the finger to his own mouth,
sucking the drop of wine. It was all I could do not to moan as my
insides turned to putty.
“You need to stop looking at me like
that,” Dalton murmured in my ear.
“Like what?” I licked the rest of the
wine off my lip with the tip of my tongue.
This time it was Dalton who groaned
softly. Placing his hands on my hips, he slowly backed me into a dim
corner, away from prying eyes. “Like you’re thinking how great it
would feel if I hoisted you up on that wine barrel table over there
with your legs wrapped around my waist.”
“Are you sure that’s not you thinking
that?” My hips responded almost instinctively as he pulled me
snugly against his body. I could feel him, rock hard, pressed to my
stomach. The wanting desire I had been keeping at bay from the moment
he showed up at my house looking practically delectable with
low-riding jeans and a black V-neck sweater that accentuated his
well-toned chest was threatening to explode.
A.L.
Jackson:
A.L.
Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take
This Regret
and Lost
to You,
as well as other contemporary romance titles, including Come
to Me Quietly, Come to Me Softly,
Pulled,
When We Collide, and
If
Forever Comes.
She first found a
love for writing during her days as a young mother and college
student. She filled the journals she carried with short stories and
poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she
found in day-to-day life.
Years
later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two
closest friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her
first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern
Arizona where she lives with her husband and three children. Her
favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.
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TIFFANY
KING:
USA
Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong reading fanatic
who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult and New
Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and
two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her
addictions include: Her iPhone and iPad, chocolate, Diet Coke,
chocolate, Harry Potter, chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV
shows. Want to know what they are? Just ask.
For
information on any of Author Tiffany's titles, visit her blog at
www.authortiffanyjking.blogspot.com
Where
to connect with Author Tiffany
Email-
authortiffany@yahoo.com
Molly McAdams:
Molly grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband and furry four-legged daughters. When she's not diving into the world of her characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach … which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies and fried pickles, and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm ... or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening.
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be my friend!
CHRISTINA LEE:
Mother,
wife, reader, dreamer. Christina lives in the Midwest with her
husband and son--her two favorite guys.
She's addicted to lip gloss and salted caramel everything. She believes in true love and kissing, so writing romance novels has become a dream job.
Author of the Between Breaths series from Penguin. ALL OF YOU, BEFORE YOU BREAK and WHISPER TO ME available now, PROMISE ME THIS on October 7th, 2014.
Also Adult contemporary romance TWO OF HEARTS coming from Peguin/NAL on May 5th 2015.
She's addicted to lip gloss and salted caramel everything. She believes in true love and kissing, so writing romance novels has become a dream job.
Author of the Between Breaths series from Penguin. ALL OF YOU, BEFORE YOU BREAK and WHISPER TO ME available now, PROMISE ME THIS on October 7th, 2014.
Also Adult contemporary romance TWO OF HEARTS coming from Peguin/NAL on May 5th 2015.
Amazon
Author Page:
http://www.amazon.com/Christina-Lee/e/B00D1W5RSE/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1414001350&sr=8-2-ent
Lately I really like reading anthology type books or box sets because it gives me a chance to sample different authors. Thanks for the spotlight on this book
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