“I wish I could re-read this for the 1st time again. This was a powerful, emotional, steamy romantic second chance love story, that raises awareness of soo many unknown and misunderstood hidden illnesses.” ~ 5 Star Review from Claire B.
“Wow, what a heart-breaking story … get your tissues ready.” 5 Star Review from Liana
“Well. What an emotional read … a beautiful story of care, happiness, redemption, family and ultimately lots of love and support. Absolutely beautiful!” 5 Star review from Tasha_Loves_To_Read
This is the 2nd book in the Healing Wounds Series but can be read as a standalone.
What a buzz it is to be young, bright, and successful and have the world at your feet. A man who loves you and the universe looks like it was made just for you.
But one slip, one fall and it all crashes around your feet like a damn earthquake destroying everything good in your path. In the blink of an eye, the world is working against you and you question… What did I do to deserve this? Why me? Why now?
The memories of my university days haunt me and every day I wish I could turn back the clock. Do things differently and not devastate everything good in my life.
But the funny thing with time is it doesn’t stand still. It moves on, it only goes forward. But when you’ve broken the heart of the one man you ever loved you realise time is not a healer it’s a vault. It keeps all your secrets and then when you least expect it. It opens the door and shows them to the world.
My broken heart, my broken body and my broken life…
I don’t know if he will ever forgive me for doing the unforgivable but in time I hope and pray I get the chance to say those two words…
I’m Sorry.
Danika xxx
My door creaks open and Molly appears “There is a party tonight at Julies house and I wondered if you wanted to come with me. We had fun last time we got together.” She says licking her lips.
The thought is tempting but I remember my rule.
“No thanks Molly, Its nice of you to ask but I have my daughter at home, and we have homework to do tonight.”
“Maybe another time or I could lock this door and sneak under your desk?”
My cock twitches and starts to get hard. “I don’t think so Molly. You know I don’t date twice. We did have this conversation before you offered me your bed for the night.”
“I didn’t think you were that stuck to the rule though.” She licks her lips again Oh Jesus
Saved (The Healing Wounds Series #3) – releasing May 31, 2023
I’m Martina Dale, a British contemporary romance author from the North of England. I self-published ‘West’ the first book in The Moral compass series in March of 2022 and I haven’t looked back since. North, East and South followed shortly after. Every page of my books are written with love, care, and passion. I am a woman with a crazy dream, and I promise that I’ll try my best to take you along with me. I have a wild imagination and a somewhat crazy streak, and I am known for the occasional episode of dancing on the tables after a gin or two too many. (Don’t judge, we’ve all been there.) In this crazy world that we now live in, I would like to give you an escape from the grind of real-life and an opportunity to jump into fantasy and forget everyday life. I have my fur baby companion who sits quietly with me while I write my books. Who am I kidding? He barks and barks and drives me nuts and some of the argument scenes I write are a result of frustration from not knowing what the damn dog wants next. A series of adventures are coming hold on tight it’ll get very hot and steamy and a little bumpy.
What a buzz it is to be young, bright, and successful and have the world at your feet. A man who loves you and the universe looks like it was made just for you. But one slip, one fall and it all crashes around your feet like a damn earthquake destroying everything good in your path. In the blink of an eye, the world is working against you and you question… What did I do to deserve this? Why me? Why now? The memories of my university days haunt me and every day I wish I could turn back the clock. Do things differently and not devastate everything good in my life. But the funny thing with time is it doesn’t stand still. It moves on, it only goes forward. But when you’ve broken the heart of the one man you ever loved you realise time is not a healer it’s a vault. It keeps all your secrets and then when you least expect it. It opens the door and shows them to the world. My broken heart, my broken body and my broken life… I don’t know if he will ever forgive me for doing the unforgivable but in time I hope and pray I get the chance to say those two words… I’m Sorry.
Danika xxx
Saved (The Healing Wounds Series #3) – releasing May 31, 2023
I’m Martina Dale, a British contemporary romance author from the North of England. I self-published ‘West’ the first book in The Moral compass series in March of 2022 and I haven’t looked back since. North, East and South followed shortly after. Every page of my books are written with love, care, and passion. I am a woman with a crazy dream, and I promise that I’ll try my best to take you along with me. I have a wild imagination and a somewhat crazy streak, and I am known for the occasional episode of dancing on the tables after a gin or two too many. (Don’t judge, we’ve all been there.) In this crazy world that we now live in, I would like to give you an escape from the grind of real-life and an opportunity to jump into fantasy and forget everyday life. I have my fur baby companion who sits quietly with me while I write my books. Who am I kidding? He barks and barks and drives me nuts and some of the argument scenes I write are a result of frustration from not knowing what the damn dog wants next. A series of adventures are coming hold on tight it’ll get very hot and steamy and a little bumpy.
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He was forty years old.
He was single.
He had his dream job as GM of the Baltimore Breakers hockey franchise, and he was happy.
Lie.
Because the woman he was in love with was married.
To a perfectly nice man who loved her and cared for her and treated her like the queen she was.
But then Lexi showed up at his house, tears in her eyes, Caleb out of the picture, and he finally had a shot.
A real shot.
At love.
The trouble was that Luc had spent almost the entirety of his adult life running from love. He didn’t do relationships, not any longer.
But . . . Lexi was hurt, absolutely devastated, and she needed care and gentleness and deserved all of the romance in the world.
So he needed to man up and find a way to convince her to give him that shot.
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team—the Sharks!—are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys.
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He swept into my life, like an unexpected storm. One minute I’m planning forever and the next, I’m left picking up the pieces. Three years have passed and now he’s back wanting to reclaim what once was. Can lightning strike twice or will they be left broken? Readers who love second chance romances will enjoy this diverse, contemporary romance.
JULIA
I never saw Noah Weston coming. He swept into my life like an unexpected storm, but soon, he was everything to me.
Until tragedy struck.
One day I was planning the rest of my life with my soulmate, and the next I was picking up the pieces of a love so strong, it broke me apart.
It took three years to put myself back together.
Three years until I was ready to move on.
I’ll never forget it. The day he came back.
Can lightening strike twice? Maybe, but when I look into his eyes, all I remember are the last words he ever spoke to me.
The words that left me broken.
NOAH
I loved her before I knew her name. She was more than just my heartbeat. Julia Blake was a dream too good to be true.
When real life invaded the bubble we had created, I was left a broken man.
I survived, but I was dead inside. Half the man I used to be.
The half I needed had a new life without me.
Three years later, I’m back to reclaim what I’ve lost.
I’m back for her, only she wants nothing to do with me.
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Excerpt
Copyright 2021 @Evelyn Sola
“Oh, really?” I take one shoe off and throw it at him as hard as possible. He manages to move before it makes contact. He’s not so lucky with the second shoe, and it hits him right on the shoulder. “Here! Take them! And for the last time, this is not our anniversary! You broke up with me, remember? This is a Friday night, and I planned on going out with a man I’m interested in getting to know and possibly fuck. Do you know why? Because I’m single!”
“Girl, watch your mouth. Don’t make me call your momma,” Mr. Hampton yells.
All the neighbors stare, waiting to see what we do next. Anger fuels my next steps as I stomp my way back to my house, but Noah and Greg are right behind me. A few of the neighbors have now stepped off their porch to stand on the sidewalk.
“You guys want a show?” I shout.
“Bring it, girl,” someone answers back.
“This is what I’m going to do with your anniversary flowers, you lying, selfish jerk.” I open the door and grab the arrangement. I walk to the middle of the street, lift it above my head, and slam it to the ground with all the strength I can muster. The vase shatters in the middle of the street, the two dozen roses bounce on the pavement, and the water from the vase rolls down the concrete. “Happy fucking anniversary, you liar! Go to hell or go back to your racist parents. I don’t care which, just stay the fuck away from me, or I swear to God, that limp will be the least of your problems!”
“Leave my parents out of this! This is between us, and for the record, I haven’t talked to them in months.”
“Sure. You managed to buy a house on your teacher’s salary, right? That’s realistic considering you’ve had the job for two months. Maybe you used your nonexistent teaching bonus as a down payment? God, you’re a liar, and I hate myself for never seeing you for the dishonest person that you are!”
“Why do you keep calling me a liar? What the fuck do you think I lied about?” he yells.
“You lied about everything!” I scream so loud I can feel the vein in my neck pulsing. I take a step closer and point my finger in his face. “I love you, Li. You’re my world, Li. I want you to have my baby, Li. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Li.” I do a poor imitation of his voice as I scream in his face. “And you let me believe you were a struggling student just like me, not the son of millionaires. Everything about you is a lie. Our entire relationship was an illusion.”
“I meant all of that! I still want all of that with you, and I never told you I was struggling. We never even talked about money. Everything I said was true. Every feeling. I love you so much, it physically hurts to breathe sometimes.”
Q & A With Eveyln Sola
Have you always wanted to be a writer?
No, I didn’t. I’ve always been an avid reader, but I never aspired to be a writer. I never thought I had it in me to tell a story from beginning to end and keep it interesting. Then around 2016/2017, I started reading Fifty Shades of Grey fanfiction. After about a year of being a reader, I was persuaded by a couple of people to write my own stories, so I did, and I haven’t looked back since. Once I did that, it didn’t take much to convince myself that I can create my own characters and my own world.
Describe your typical writing day for us.
I try to do most of my writing in the morning. I’m fresher and more alert when I first wake up. I guess I’m what is known as that annoying morning person, but I have a fulltime job, which gets in the way of my passion. I try to do about an hour’s worth of writing before work and a few sprints during the day. My goal is to get two thousand word down each day. I don’t always make it, but that’s always my goal.
Where does your inspiration come from?
Other writers in the Indie community inspire me. From people who have been at it for years, to those who are just starting out like me.
How do you come up with your book titles?
All of my titles so far are one word. I try to find a verb that best captures the essence of the book.
Can you share with us something about the book that isn’t included with the blurb?
As you know, Broken is a second chance romance. One of my favorite romance tropes, by the way. The hero is the one who ends the relationship, and he shows back up three years later. He not only manages to get a job at the same place as the heroine, but he moves in across the street from her as well. He infiltrates her life in every way.
Do you listen to music when writing? If so, can you share with us some of the songs that inspired you or that you listened to while writing?
I don’t listen to music when I write. I always have the TV on, however, and it’s usually on Investigation Discovery.
Using only 3 words how would you describe Julia? Noah?
Julia is strong. I believe she’s a survivor. She’s also guarded. Noah is resilient, brave, and definitely a fighter.
What do you hope readers will take away from this book?
This is a story about two young people who find love until they are forced apart. It’s a story about family and the power of forgiveness.
About Evelyn Sola
A Boston native, wife, mother, and wine enthusiast. If she’s not writing, thinking about writing, you will find Evelyn with a book in her hands. While a new publisher, she’s been writing for years, and she will continue to write for many years to come.
Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion and humor.
She currently lives in Chicago, IL with her husband and two daughters.
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He swept into my life, like an unexpected storm. One minute I’m planning forever and the next, I’m left picking up the pieces. Three years have passed and now he’s back wanting to reclaim what once was. Can lightning strike twice or will they be left broken? Readers who love second chance romances will enjoy this diverse, contemporary romance.
Blurb
JULIA
I never saw Noah Weston coming. He swept into my life like an unexpected storm, but soon, he was everything to me.
Until tragedy struck.
One day I was planning the rest of my life with my soulmate, and the next I was picking up the pieces of a love so strong, it broke me apart.
It took three years to put myself back together.
Three years until I was ready to move on.
I’ll never forget it. The day he came back.
Can lightening strike twice? Maybe, but when I look into his eyes, all I remember are the last words he ever spoke to me.
The words that left me broken.
NOAH
I loved her before I knew her name. She was more than just my heartbeat. Julia Blake was a dream too good to be true.
When real life invaded the bubble we had created, I was left a broken man.
I survived, but I was dead inside. Half the man I used to be.
The half I needed had a new life without me.
Three years later, I’m back to reclaim what I’ve lost.
I’m back for her, only she wants nothing to do with me.
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Excerpt
Copyright 2021 @Evelyn Sola
I take another bite of the brownie and then lay flat on the grass, letting the October sun kiss my brown skin while I enjoy the chocolatey goodness.
“Ahh,” I say to myself, “after this, I can die happy.” I put both hands behind my head and squint at the sun beaming down on me.
“I hope not,” I hear a deep voice say.
I sit up and look at the figure, but the bright sun blocks his face. I block the sun by putting a hand on my forehead and look into a pair of familiar eyes, the clearest green I’ve ever seen. The sun dips behind a cloud, giving me a clear view of his face.
It’s the ginger hottie with the bun. He’s either a transfer or a graduate student because, in all my years here, I’ve never seen him until recently. But whatever the circumstances, he’s certainly noticeable. And I never turn down an opportunity to ogle good eye candy.
First, he’s head and shoulders taller than everyone on campus. He walks around, his shoulders broad, as if he owns the place. Unlike most of the people at this school, I’ve never seen him with an entourage. The few times I’ve seen him, he’s been alone.
His bun is messier than usual today. Half of it has fallen out of the elastic and hangs on his very broad shoulders. The wind blows, making his hair messier, and my fingers itch to put it back in place.
I’ve never been this close to him, and when I look into his face again, I notice a small scar above his left eyebrow. I envision running a finger over that scar fifty different ways.
“Well, if you ever had this brownie, you’d die a happy death too,” I finally say.
Normally, I’d be tongue-tied around someone as good looking as him, but knowing that he must be making small talk between classes and that someone like him would never be interested in me, I decide to just be myself.
“Are you going to share, then? I want to judge this brownie for myself.” His eyes twinkle when he smiles, and the smile reveals a dimple in each cheek. When he sticks his hand out, I stare at it, dumbfounded. “Noah Weston,” he says, and I finally shake his hand.
I’m a tall woman, only an inch shy of six feet. My hands have always been considered large, but now it’s totally engulfed in his. He wraps his hand around mine, holding it firmly, showing the contrast between my brown hand and his much lighter one. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he doesn’t want to let go, but he does after I give it a little tug.
“Julia Blake.” I rub my hand on my jeans, trying to erase the electrical charge from his brief touch.
About Evelyn Sola
A Boston native, wife, mother, and wine enthusiast. If she’s not writing, thinking about writing, you will find Evelyn with a book in her hands. While a new publisher, she’s been writing for years, and she will continue to write for many years to come.
Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion and humor.
She currently lives in Chicago, IL with her husband and two daughters.
Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Cowboy/Rancher Romance Release Date: June 17, 2020
“The Hatfields and McCoys have nothing on the Brodys and Smileys.”
The feud was all Winnie Smiley heard about while growing up next door to those arrogant cowboys, the Brodys. Smiley homestead might be a dilapidated eyesore that she’d run away from as a teen, but it did possess something the Brodys had schemed in vain to get—Smiley Lake. Now, with the region crippled with drought and her monstrous father burning in hell, Winnie stands to inherit the lake. She knows that’s why Des is suddenly everywhere she turns, but that doesn’t matter. She’d never had a chance to grab at happiness before, so even if it’s just the lake Des wants, she’s going to make damn sure she’s part of the deal.
“The Smileys live to screw with the Brodys.”
After nearly dying on the horns of a murder-happy bull, former rodeo star Des Brody now has to figure out his place on Green Rock Ranch. All his brothers are settled with their new families, and they know exactly what to do to make Green Rock run. But Des? All he can do is try to make sure the empire they’ve built doesn’t shrivel up and blow away in the drought. Landing Smiley Lake is key to stabilizing Green Rock’s water supply, but there’s an obstacle—Winsome Smiley. Only she’s not really an obstacle. More like a meal begging to be eaten.
And he’s hungry as hell.
“I’m a Brody, and a Brody always gets what he wants.”
When Winnie doesn’t inherit Smiley Lake, she assumes she and Des are finished before they even began. To her shock, Des has other ideas and shows her an undiscovered world of pleasure. But just as she starts to believe Des wants her solely for herself, she discovers he hasn’t been totally upfront with her. Now she had a choice to make—trust her heart, or believe her ancestors had it right in saying that a Brody can never be trusted.
***This contemporary romance is the fourth and final book in the Brody Brothers series. While it may be read as a standalone, I suggest reading the first three books, BRANDED, BRACED and BRUISED for a more enjoyable read. This book contains multiple sex scenes and lots of swearing. It also contains a bossy Alpha who may compel you to throw your Kindle at the nearest wall (please don’t). No cheating, no love triangles, no cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed. Due to adult language and sexual content, this book is not intended for people under the age of eighteen***
***TRIGGER WARNING*** This book contains a heroine who suffered sexual abuse as a child, and a hero who suffered physical and emotional abuse. If you have issues with these elements, this book is not for you.
“What do you want in life, Winsome Smiley?” Automatically he turned in the direction of his old room, the one and only place that had been somewhat of a safe haven in this nightmare place. “What hopes and dreams does the girl next door have?”
“Probably not the kind that would set the Brody world on fire.”
“All that matters is if those dreams set your world on fire. Do they?”
She nodded in a shy little way that made him want to tug her to him and never let go. “I’ll admit, I do have a few dreams that are near and dear to my heart. What about you?” she added, glancing up at him with those heart-stopping pale eyes of hers. “What is it that you want out of life? Name the first thing that comes to mind.”
“You.”
Her gasp probably wasn’t the most encouraging response he could have hoped for. At least he had her attention.
“What?” she whispered, her free hand fluttering up to her chest. “Sorry, I misheard you. What?”
“You heard me just fine.” He didn’t bother to hide how closely he watched her, gauging her reactions to see just how far he could push things. “Though I think I need to make sure you understand me.”
“Um…”
“I’m attracted to you, Winsome—the look of you, the sound of you, the scent of you. I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life, and I want you to want me the same way.”
“Des.” As he watched, her eyes darkened with both an arousal that thrilled him and an alarm that made his teeth grind. “You can’t just pop off and say things like that.”
“Yeah I can, and I’m not done yet. I’m not done, because I want you to know the thoughts that go through my head whenever I look at you are so X-rated they’d make a porn star blush, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.”
“Holy crap,” she whispered.
“That’s why I want you to hunger for me like you haven’t eaten in a week and I’m your favorite dish. That’s how I hunger for you, so I won’t be happy until you feel the same way. I want you naked, and I want to be naked with you. In fact, I’ve wanted that from the moment I found you skinny-dipping. That’s a night I’ll never forget. I got so hard for you I couldn’t sleep that night. Not even jerking off with your name on my lips when I came was enough to satisfy me, and the cold shower I took afterwards didn’t cool me down either. So I’m not going to lie to you. When you ask what I want out of life, you are the first thing riding the top of my wish list. It’s best you know that.”
A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance author, or a romance author who was also a figure skating pro. Now, with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.
I have no experience with the game board we’re playing on, and that makes this a lethal game. One wrong move and my heart could land in the fire he’s created inside me. Worse, it could lead my past to his doorstep and it won’t just be my blood that taints this floor.
I should run. I need to run.
My father is the devil in a flesh suit, he won’t be happy until he paints this town red for my betrayal.
I should run. I need to run.
Because despite my feelings for Parker Hayes, the devil is coming and he wants what’s his.
I made forty bucks at VIN’s which is really good considering it’s just a dive bar, and HEAT is bloody packed tonight. Josh added two additional fire shows to appease the crowd and we’re making a killing. The usual banter between Drew and I has been on fire with all the people giving additional tips for funny bartenders.
Sliding three cocktails down the line, I spin to grab a clean towel when my freaking world comes to a halt.
“Hi Ryan.” Everything freezes.
Not just my body, but the blood in my veins, the heart in my chest, and the air in my lungs, they all freeze at that voice. The stillness is replaced by a vibration in my bones as I slowly turn around.
Messy, overgrown hair falls in blonde locks over familiar gray eyes. Jesus Christ…
“You were harder to find then I thought.” What the fuck, how is it- this isn’t- I don’t. I don’t know what’s happening. “Especially since you’re not blonde anymore.
I don’t speak, all I’m capable of doing is staring. I examine his nose, that despite being broken countless times remains straight. My eyes travel to his strong jaw that’s slightly dusted with facial hair. Jesus Christ, it’s actually him.
“You alight, Hales?” Drew’s hand falls on my lower back, and despite my hate for being touched, he grounds me as I stare into the eyes of my long lost brother. “Move along friend.”
Kaylan lets out a dark chuckle that isn’t friendly. “How about you go back to work, friend. This is important.”
“I’m sure it is, but this is a business and she has work to do. So, I’m going to ask politely that you order your drink and move along.”
“I’m not here to drink, I’m here to talk to Ryan.” I shudder at the name.
Ryan’s dead. She died in that hell hole a year and a half ago.
I’m so glad this was all included as one long story rather than breaking it up and making me wait. I did have to take breaks from reading, stupid job and sleep, but i also needed them with how involved this story gets. You truly feel Haley’s pain from her childhood and memories from them.
And the Hayes family is perfect! Just what Haley needs after the crap hand of a family she was dealt. Drew, Parker, Maria, Josh and the whole crew are the perfect cure for Haley. They are exactly what she needs in her life.
And the tone of this book!! There were times it felt like Haley was talking to us, the reader, specifically. And truly I liked that. I liked that it felt more of a personal narration and conversation.
Oh I can’t wait for Drew’s story! He’s so happy go lucky and goofy that I can’t wait to see the woman than knocks him to his knees!
4 Stars!
About The Author
I’m a fun loving book dragon who has the ability to make sailors blush with colorful language and obscene gestures. I love reading, mostly romance, young adult and new age. I’m a part of a BANGerangin’ book club that is guaranteed to be better than yours. I like to spend my days wondering around department stores while reading erotica out loud, scaring the piss out of people, and playing “The floor is lava”. (Adulting is lame.)
Release Date: May 2, 2015 Publisher: Limitless Publisher
Amazon Review – “What an amazing book. From start to finish couldnt put it down.”
Amazon Review – “Addicting”
Amazon Review – “Couldn’t put my kindle down until it was finished”
Amazon Review – “DEFINITELY A PAGE-TURNER”
My name is Savannah Miller.
My father is the mayor of New York. One day after my twenty-seventh birthday I was grabbed from behind. A cloth sack was quickly pulled over my head, and I was taken from everything I’d ever known.
I was beaten, starved, treated like an animal, and forced to live in a room with no windows. With no sense of time and no dignity left I finally gave up hope and made a promise to myself to end it all. Unfortunately, it was going to be a slow process.
Then one night an elite group of US Army soldiers came to my rescue. I was brought to a safe house and given two options:
One—Stay under their protection and follow their rules or…
Two—Leave and be guaranteed to be returned to the savages within a week.
I chose option one.
As I work with a therapist and begin processing my hellish ordeal things slowly begin to surface. With the help of new friends and a potential new love I fight to get my life back and make choices that will forever alter my future.
Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children.
When she’s not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing.
An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue.
She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.
This is the 2nd book in the Healing Wounds Series but can be read as a standalone.
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