ALL FOR THIS by Lexi Ryan

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Released August 4, 2014

New Adult Contemporary Romance

1) LOST IN ME is FREE through the ALL FOR THIS tour!

2) ALL FOR THIS will be $2.99 on release day and $3.99 thereafter.

**ALL FOR THIS is book three in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and it’s intended to be read after LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU.**

 

What if you would never remember the day you made the most important decision of your life?

 

That’s what they’re telling me about the day of my accident—the day I put on Max’s ring and chose him over Nate. I’m counting on the wisdom behind a decision I don’t remember making.

 

Max is amazing—sexy, sweet, and kind. I was starting to believe happily-ever-after might be in my future after all. Then the unthinkable happened and my world imploded. If I’m going to make this work with Max, I need my missing memories, or at least answers from about those five days before my accident.

 

But what does my future hold if those answers aren’t anything like I imagined?

 

 All for This Playlist

Justin Timberlake—Drink You Away

Rihanna—Stay

Muse—Madness

Ingrid Michaelson feat. A Great Big World—Over You

A Great Big World—Already Home

Sam Smith—Stay with Me

Pink, Nate Reuss—Just Give Me a Reason

Ani DiFranco—Falling Is Like This

Norah Jones—Come Away With Me

Train—Marry Me

Oh Honey—Be Okay

 

 

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About the Author

Once a college English professor, I now write full time. I live in rural Indiana, where, when I’m not writing, I get to hang out with my husband and two kids–a six-year-old boy and a two-year-old hellion, er, girl. Not surprisingly, reading and writing remain my favorite activities, though both come in bits and pieces these days, not the big hunks of time I enjoyed before I had children. When I’m feeling virtuous, I like to go running (I use that word liberally. I’m really, really slow) or do yoga. Don’t worry, I’m always careful to balance out such activities with a hearty serving of ice cream or a chocolate martini.

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Promo event – The Closer to You series by A.L. Jackson

Aleena Moore is content with her life. She has goals and dreams and an easy smile. She also has a secret she holds locked inside.

Jared Holt believes he doesn’t deserve to love or be loved. He destroys everything he touches. Haunted by the mistake that shattered his life, he’s fled from the memory of that pain.

Jared doesn’t know why he’s compelled to return, but finds himself drawn back to the place where it all began. The exact place where it ended. When he runs into his childhood best friend, Aleena’s older brother Christopher, he agrees to share Christopher and Aleena’s apartment while he looks for a place of his own.

Aleena is no longer the little girl Jared remembers from his past and evokes feelings in him he never wanted to feel again. Terrified of destroying her, he fights to keep her away. But her touch is something he can’t resist—the touch that sealed his fate.

Their pasts are intertwined and their futures uncertain. The only truths they know are the secrets they whisper in the night.

 

 

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Finally, I found the courage to slip my key into the
lock. Quietly, I edged the door open to the darkened room. Muted light bled
from the kitchen. The air inside tasted thick with the unknown.
My heart rate increased as I chanced a step deeper into
the room. I could hear him, the shallow breaths he panted into the room, this
tension that radiated through the enclosed space. For a moment I stilled.
Pictures of us playing as kids ran through my mind, the way he’d wait for me to
catch up then tug at my hair when I finally did. Hurry up, slow poke, before
your brother makes you go home
. The memories of that boy drew me forward.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the faint light. His outline
came into view, this unrecognizable man stretched out across the length of the
couch. Lost in sleep, his bare chest rose and fell, the motion almost labored,
as if he struggled to get his lungs to work. One arm was flung over his face.
He slept in his jeans, his feet extended at the end of the couch. The entirety
of his exposed body was marked, covered in lines and colors and indistinct
designs.
I edged forward. An unknown fascination twitched my fingers,
and I fought with the need to feel something familiar in the backdrop of
someone who was so entirely unfamiliar. I held my breath as I closed in on the
couch, inched forward and allowed my gaze to travel along his body.
His eyes popped open, and I gasped as I stumbled back.
He jerked to sitting, eyes wild as they worked to focus
on me. They softened minimally as he took me in, roamed and searched. Even
then, they pinned my back to the wall.
I just stood there, breathless.
When he whispered, his voice pierced something inside of
me. “Aly?”
I was a fool if I ever thought I could let it go.
I blinked and tried to orient myself, forcing myself to
speak. “I’m sorry for waking you.”
He said nothing, just watched me with fiery eyes. I
fidgeted and dropped my face under the intensity of his gaze. Flattening myself
against the wall, I slid further down the hall and fumbled behind me to find my
door knob. I pushed it open and escaped inside because I had no idea what to do
with all the thoughts that tumbled through my mind.
I stood in the middle of my room, staring at the back of
my closed door. A faint glow crawled in from underneath.
Shedding my clothes and damp suit, I pulled on a new
pair of panties, some sleep shorts, and a matching tank. I crawled onto my bed,
flopped on my back, and stared at the ceiling.
My pulse accelerated as I thought of him just on the
other side of my door.
Jared Holt was here.
A whisper of a smile edged my mouth. He was real, no
longer this veiled mystery that I’d hidden away in my heart. He breathed. He
lived.

And God, if he wasn’t­ the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

From the New York Times bestselling author of Come to Me Quietly comes a scorching new adult romance in the Closer to You series.

A second chance at life…
A second chance at love…

Jared Holt never thought he deserved either—until he found both in the arms of Aly Moore. Aly has loved Jared for as long as she can remember, and she’s more than ready for the future they’re making together. But Jared can’t help remembering his own family. And he’ll never forgive himself for what happened to them. How can he allow himself the very happiness he once destroyed?

To live a life worthy of Aly, Jared knows he has to stop running and finally put his past to rest. But when he decides to face his demons head on, he encounters more than he bargained for: a dangerous mix of jealousy, lies, and dishonest intentions. When those intentions threaten Aly, Jared loses all control, giving into the rage that earned him his bad boy reputation years before. And he’ll fight to protect her no matter what it costs…even if he destroys himself in the process.

 

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Under his stare, I squirmed, fisted the sheets at my sides.

When he stepped forward, he slowly he came into view. He towered over me. As he approached, my eyes caressed the sharp angles of his face. My attention jumped along the deformed, warped story played out on his chest and down the deep lines cut into his rugged stomach. His hips jutted out above his tight underwear, something so tempting in the way he moved. Sinewy muscle bunched and flexed beneath the color of his strong arms, bristled in the corded strength of his powerful legs.

A tremor rolled through me.

He was indescribable. Devastating.

So hard, every inch of him, callused from the wounds that had marred his life, this terrifying beauty that held me captive, tying me somewhere to the darkest places of his soul.

But his eyes… they were soft. Bright. Filled my own darkness with light.

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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Release Day Launch – FIERCE by L.G. Kelso

Fierce RDL banner Today we have a release day launch for L.G. Kelso’s Fierce!! I am so excited about this book and so happy to share it with you! Read below for the book info, an exclusive excerpt and a fun giveaway!!

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About Fierce:

COVER Tori’s MMA career was taking off, until she beat the wrong man. Her training partner, nursing a bruised ego, snapped—shattering her trust and confidence.

Three years later, Tori’s keeping her fists to herself as she struggles to put herself through college. But when a group of gangbangers hassle her at work, old habits kick in and her fists fly. Max Estrada, a frequent diner customer, steps in and gets them out of hot water, but Tori is still fired… days before tuition is due.

With no other option, she’s forced to take a desk job at her old pounding grounds, where her demons still haunt the cage and the temptation to go glove-to-glove with familiar pro-fighter, Max Estrada, is too much. The sexy Colombian draws her back into the world of MMA and revives her dreams of becoming a professional face-puncher—until Will, her old partner and current Middleweight Champion, struts back into the gym. The secret they share is an unexpected liability to his career, and he’s determined to keep her silent.

With her life on the ropes, Tori will have to face the past for a shot at winning back her future, or carry the weight of a loss even greater than before.

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My hand trailed down his arm, and his pulse jumped under the warm skin on his wrist. His wrist slipped out from under my fingers, and his hand clamped around mine.

When had he moved closer? I looked up. His face was only inches away.

“And the scar on your eyebrow?” I asked. I reached up, and ran my fingertip over the jagged skin partially hidden in his eyebrow.

“A fight.”

“The one by your ear?” I touched that one, too. He leaned into my hand.

“A fight.” His voice grew quieter.

“The one on your chest?” Even though he had a shirt on, I knew he had a scar there. I pressed my hand against his chest. His heart rate sped up, and feeling it under my flat palm relaxed me.

“Trying to jump a fence when I was little.”

“Before your ninja skills?” I said.

“Before my ninja skills.”

His gaze felt heavy. I titled my head back, and our eyes locked. His pupils constricted; his chest raised quicker and quicker. My hand fisted his shirt. I wanted so badly to reach out and kiss him.

“And you? This one?” His hand brushed against my hair; his fingers trailed the scar at my temple.

My skin tingled under his touch, and warm arrows shot down my cheek, down my throat. When had it gotten so hot in here?

His question registered in my muddled brain. Between that and wanting to kiss him, I did the only thing I could think of. I threw a double jab, putting distance between us, followed by a cross with my fight hand.

He slipped the cross, and this time sent one of his own back. I slipped it, went in for a hook, but he moved. Still in close. As I grabbed his neck and yanked him forward, I sent out a right Thai knee, angling my hips open, landing my knee rib level. He grabbed my thigh, and wrapped his arm underneath it.

I tightened my arms, and prepared for punches or to be dropped to the mat. Instead, he yanked me forward, and my stomach, bare from where my tank top had rolled up, hit his. I dropped my arms, surprised. He stared at me; we were so close now. He no longer held my thigh. His arm wrapped around my back, his palm against the area above my butt, and I pressed my body tighter against him.

I felt the movement before he hooked his foot around my ankle and yanked. I was already off balance, but I didn’t even try to stay up. I fell, him on top of me, one arm around my back and the other hand cradling my head.

At first, the movement confused me. He knocked me down all the time and never seemed overly concerned about my head.

With my back on the mat, his fingers touched my hair and trailed down my cheek, my jaw, my neck. Hot skin pressed against my abs. Leather and sweat mixed with Max engulfed me.

With one hand resting on my neck, he kissed me.

 

About LG Kelso

8367013 L.G. Kelso writes speculative and contemporary novels. Having grown up watching Xena and Hercules with her grandmother, L.G. inherited her passion for the fantastical, mythological and paranormal. She writes fantasy genre mash-ups that have empowered heroines, complicated heroes, and, of course, magic. Her contemporary works are NA sports romance novels that focus on people in love with combat sports and sometimes each other. L.G. is involved in combat sports and she strives to bring an authentic view of the always breathtaking, often times crazy, and sometimes painful world of MMA into her novels. L.G writes in various categories, but her passion in New Adult, and has been long before New adult was acknowledged. This interest led her and a group of other New Adult fanatics to create NA Alley: Bridging the Gap between YA and Adult Fiction.

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