

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.
You think you know me?
Manwhore. Partier. Fighter.
You know what? You’re right. I’m all those things. F*ck with what’s mine and I’ll f*ck you ten times harder. Suspensions. Arrests. You think I care?
So yeah, I may fit the bad boy image, but there’s so much more you don’t know.
I’m loyal to a damned fault. I’ll never leave your side. The real Logan Kade isn’t a manwhore. When I love, I love hard and completely.
Taylor saw that side of me. Inside of me. She saw my darkness and pain, and the second she did, she owned me.
You may think you know me…
…but she’s the only one who sees me.

The fight was on.
“No, no, no!” Jason shoved his way through the crowd. “Cops have been called,” he yelled. “Everyone scatter—”
Before he finished talking, sirens began to wail. They were faint, still in the distance, but he was right. They were coming.
Douchebag One reared back. He was going to hit Kade.
“Stop!” I yelled.
Kade heard me and turned to look. I pointed behind him. Before he turned around, he ducked, and Douchebag One’s arm went over his head. Kade caught it, twisted around, and rammed his elbow into the guy’s gut. He hit him with an uppercut, then bent over and tossed him over his back. The two other guys ran to their friend and pulled him away as they took off with the scattering crowd.
I watched, frowning. We weren’t in high school. We didn’t really need to worry, did we? But Jason grabbed my hand and yanked me after him.
“Come on,” he said. “There’s illegal shit here. We don’t want to get caught. Trust me.”
I was still revved up. I didn’t know what from: from Kade or from the fight, but Jason took off and I followed right behind. As we zipped past a car, Kade was right there. He was heading to a different vehicle and for a moment, our paths crossed.
Kade looked at me. His eyebrows furrowed together, like he wanted to say something, but Jason yanked on my hand and we were past him.
“Logan!” Samantha called from farther down the road.
She waved from an Escalade. Jason veered toward them, pulling me along. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he continued right past the vehicle. I glanced back and watched as Kade sprinted for it. He leaped, took hold of the top of the Escalade, and somehow threw himself into the front seat as Samantha clambered into the back.
Once inside, Kade reached out and pounded on the top of the vehicle. “Let’s go,” he barked.
The driver took off, and they were past us in two seconds, just as Claire pulled up.
Jason hurried into the passenger seat, and I threw myself into the back. Claire gunned the engine, and we turned off the block and onto another street as the cop cars began pulling up in front of the house.
“That was close.”
I wasn’t sure who said that, but it didn’t matter. We were all thinking it.
Then I grinned. I wanted to do it again.

I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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A Sexless Marriage. A Dangerous Game. A Suspenseful Thriller. A Hot Romance.
After six years of a sexless forced marriage, Ronni finds she enjoys her husband spying through the keyhole of her bedroom door. She begins to perform for him, even remembering his past violent outbursts, because Brad returned home to Austin from a Philadelphia business trip a changed man.
Once Ronni has a taste of forbidden passion, she is addicted until Brad begins acting like a Jekyll-Hyde.
She believes Brad may be bipolar, never realizing that something far more sinister is going on.
What happened at a Philly medical convention sets off a chain of events that begs the question, does a woman really know the cracks beneath her husband’s skin?
Belinda is a former Software Engineer and Web Developer. She is a Zumbaholic. Belinda loves to create novels with twists and turns, and love stories that will squeeze your heart. Her goal is to entertain and touch you by making you laugh, cry, get angry: go through the emotional experience that makes us all human and by doing so humanize her characters.
Her aim with her books is to grab the reader by the shirt collar and drag him or her into the novel, and not let go until the end. She hopes that the reader will not just read her story, but experience it, with chills, blood pounding, brain bursting, etc.
Belinda was born in the Los Angeles area and lives in Texas.


**Even though this can be read as a Stand-Alone, it is a spin-off from the PNEUMA series, so it would mean SO much more if you read that too… hin-hint 😉 **
Every mom tells her daughter she’s special.
Every mom treats her like royalty and tells her she’s a princess.
But how many mom’s can admit that what they’re saying is actual fact.
The truth to everything was hidden from me, until it was violently thrown into my face. I was ripped from my friends, my family, my life, and Earth.
He showed me the truth when no one else did.
He’s also the one that took me from everything I loved.
I have to get back. I have to get home.
What happens when I have to depend on the one person that took me?
My name is Gabbi Powell and I will do anything to get back home. Including staying away from it.
“Oh great. You again,” he said very sarcastically. “You know this is all your fault.”
I kneeled down before him. “Excuse me?! You didn’t have to rescue me.”
“Rescue you?!” He scoffed. “Who said I was rescuing you?!”
I cocked my eyebrow. “Really? So what were you doing then?!”
“Isn’t it obvious?!” He couldn’t even look me in the eye. “I was trying to take down a rogue and your body was in my way.”
“Uh-huh.” I was holding my laugh. “And when they were fighting, you just happen to tackle me out of the way?”
“Like I said—” his shoulders stiffened “—your body was in the way.”

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One freak accident brings these two opposites back together. Is ten years long
enough to heal the physical and emotional wounds from the past? Can they
reconcile who they were with who they’ve become–or will it be a case of Once
Burned is enough?
That love of writing continued to grow, along with all those voices in her
head, even during her assorted careers: first as a firefighter with the
Baltimore County Fire Department, then a very brief (and not very successful)
stint at bartending in east Baltimore, and finally as the Director of Retail
Operations for a busy Civil War non-profit.
Lisa currently lives in Maryland with her husband and two sons, one very
spoiled Border Collie, two cats with major attitude, several head of cattle,
and entirely too many chickens to count.
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Jason knows about MMA fights and boxing. He doesn’t know jack about virgins and wants to keep it that way. When Sarah turns out to be just that instead of the experienced vixen she led him to believe, he’s in for the shock of his life.
Trying to move on from their disastrous night is easier said than done, as Jason’s guilty conscience can’t let the sweet, brown-eyed girl go. Determined to show her a good time, he tries to convince her that a redo of their time together is a must. Sarah is tempted, but can she stick to her promise and give in only to lust, or will she fall for the brooding fighter?

“I LOVED THIS BOOK. Change of Plans was so refreshingly different and full of antitypes (anti-archetypes), and it was just sooo nice to read something that veers from the norm.” – 5 Star Review from Angie, a Goodreads reader
“The two main characters were totally relatable, plus very easy to like and root for.” – 5 Star Review from Jenna, a Goodreads reader


Mila has seen the world and loves to write about it. She also loves to paint vintage anime characters, belly dance, try new foods and perfect her archery skills. She wishes she could partake in extreme sports but only allows her characters to tempt fate. Her own chances of causing disasters are just too high.
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Jackson’s Trust
Fourth Down #1
By: Violet Duke
Releasing March 8th, 2016
Loveswept


New York Times bestselling author Violet Duke kicks off her fun and sexy new Fourth Down series with a heartwarming friends-to-lovers romance between a no-strings-attached sports analyst and the hottest damn tomboy he’s ever met.
It’s no secret that sports analyst Jackson Gray doesn’t do relationships. What is a secret, however, is the reason why. Jackson’s life is . . . complicated. And it doesn’t help that his current hands-off “friendship” is with the cute-as-hell new sideline reporter he’s assigned to train. Turns out, not only is the woman damn sweet, she also knows as much about football as he does. Like it or not though, Jackson has to remind himself that sex is the only thing he has to offer . . . until now.
Leila Hart’s fast-growing friendship with Jackson is something she’d never risk, no matter how unbelievably seductive the reward. Becoming an NFL sportscaster has always been the goal, and thanks to Jackson’s fierce support and mentoring, it all finally seems within reach. Problem is, a girl can only take so much of that sexy-as-sin voice whispering dirty, filthy football stats in her ear before she loses all self-control. A workplace romance with Jackson is a disaster waiting to happen, especially for someone with big dreams . . . and secrets of her own.
Advance praise for Jackson’s Trust
“Violet Duke’s writing jumps off the page and grabs you from the first sentence!” — New York Times bestselling author BELLA ANDRE, #1 bestselling author of The Sullivans series
“Hot, sweet, and filled with tender moments, Violet Duke writes heroes that make me swoon!” – New York Times bestselling author KENDALL RYAN
“A delightfully fresh read…Violet Duke delivers it all!” — New York Times bestselling author JEN MCLAUGHLIN
“Emotional, heart-wrenching, and oh-so-sweet…Violet Duke has me hooked.” — New York Times bestselling author L.P. DOVER
“Well-written kindred souls…Jackson and Leila are a couple you don’t want to miss! —New York Times bestselling author HEIDI MCLAUGHLIN
“I love this hotter side of Violet Duke…still sweet & emotional, but with a bit of extra sizzle.Jackson’s Trust is a must-read.” — New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett
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NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romances filled with strong, unique heroines and memorably romantic heroes. With just under a million books sold to date, since becoming an author in 2013, Violet has appeared on the USA Today bestseller list thirteen times and the NYT bestseller list three times, with the additional honor of charting in the Top 10 across the major eretailers both in the U.S. and internationally.
When she’s not feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, Violet enjoys tackling reno projects with her power tools, trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first, and cooking impossible-to-be-duplicated ‘special edition’ dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. A born and raised island girl, she spends her days in Hawai’i chasing after her two cute kids (daughter Violet & son Duke) and similarly adorable husband (their ringleader).

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“My life is . . . complicated.” Jackson broke his gaze away from her. “A relationship would be doomed to fail from the start.”
He sounded genuinely disappointed. Almost wistful. The way her grandmother had sounded years ago when her doctors told her she had to change her diet to cut out sweets, her favorite thing ever.
His eyes found hers again. “Funny thing is that I used to be one of those guys who figured he’d have a kid or two by now. Cute hell raisers who’d help me spoil their mom on Sunday mornings, that sort of thing.” Doting affection filtered into his tone. “And vice versa. A partner in crime who’d help me plan surprises for the kids that would be so stinkin’ adorable that I’d max out the memory on my phone taking photo after photo.”
Good grief, she was pretty sure one of her ovaries just fainted.
Leila had the sneaking suspicion that she was going to fall for this man. Hard. “So because of your secretly complicated life, you only date women who want . . .”
“Sex.” His eyes stayed glued to hers as he dropped the one word like a bomb. “Just sex. At their place, not mine. Occasionally, with lunch or dinner as well, but never breakfast.”
Wow. That was the very definition of just sex, alright.
“That honest enough for you?”
Yep. That worked. Did it settle her curiosity at the moment? Unquestionably. Did it get her to want to widen the number of spaces between them on the game board?
Not so much.
She watched him watch her reaction to his answer, and gave him the smile she knew he wasn’t expecting. Along with the follow-up she knew he really wasn’t expecting. “So you flirting with me earlier was you picking up on some sex-only, no-breakfast-in-bed vibe I have going on?” she teased. “That’s a pretty powerfully accurate gift you got there, Skippy.”
Aaand they were back to standing on the same square on the game board.
“Sunshine, why do I get the feeling you don’t really have a boyfriend?”
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Jackson found his palms flat against the wall on either side of her shoulders before he could stop himself. And yet he did nothing to remedy what was surely a bad decision on his part, work-wise. Instead, he just watched her, and waited for an answer.
Leila’s gaze pulled away from his a moment later, and dropped down to his tie. While her teeth sank into that lush lower lip he’d been fascinated with since yesterday, she reached out her free hand to straighten and smooth out his tie.
Oddly, the unbidden action was a penetrating fist to his chest. He hadn’t been lying about having had more than a few passing thoughts of a wife and kids to spoil. And this tie-straightening? It belonged right there in the vault with all the other untouchable daydreams for his life.
When her lips parted then, instead of an answer, he got another question. “Why do you insist on calling me sunshine?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I’d rather you call me by my name.”
Exhaling slowly, he admitted, “Me too. Which is why I’m sticking to sunshine.”
Eyes still glued to his tie, she resumed her distracting lip biting, looking as reflective as she did amused. “So does that mean I shouldn’t call you Jackson?”
Holy shit, he liked the sound of his name on her lips. Too damn much. “Call me Jackson.” It wasn’t a reply to her inquiry. It wasn’t even a request. It had edged over to a demand…

This was a fabulously refreshing read! It is so nice to read something that is different from everything else on my tablet.
I loved Leila and Jackson. Leila knew what she wanted and was willing to step outside of her family’s narrow-minded world to find her bliss. I adored the fact that she was a football junkie. I love the game but I am no where near her level of talent!
Jackson had me stumped for a few minutes. I understood his love of the game and finding a kindred soul in Leila but the twists and turn this story took left me hungry for more! I don’t like to give away the story but let’s just say that there is so much more to Jackson then I was ever expecting.
This is a sizzling read with all the sweetness you would expect from Violet Duke and I can’t wait for more!