JAKE “You want to know why I train? It’s because it’s the only time I’m not thinking about Tyler and the fact that I killed him.”
Jake Pennington is a hockey superstar. Hot. Rich. Gorgeous. And super talented. But when a personal tragedy rocks his world, Jake’s life is ripped apart as he is brought to his knees. Broken and completely devastated, he retreats to his family cabin in Canada desperate to forget the world and something he once knew as happiness.
MACKENZIE “My therapist would say it was me trying to reclaim my life back. To recapture the girl I had once been—frightened of nothing and living life on a whim.”
Mackenzie Eden is battling her own demons. After a horrific incident in college, Mackenzie throws herself into her job as a means to outrun her pain and her litany of phobias. When her path crosses with Jake Pennington she sees a way to bring them both out of the darkness and back into the light.
Come Undone is a story of two people finding each other in the darkness. A sports romance, it will make you laugh, cry and fall head over heels in love with two very broken and stubborn people.
5h30 in the morning, and realizing that I’ve been back in Montréal for a week now, giving myself excuses for the last 7 days not to get to work, dust off the Cove, go back to the comment box and answer the messages I had left pending. Because, yeah, I was in Vikingland, and then, yeah, I was getting used to not being in Vikingland anymore (it is hard to get back to reality, you know?), and then, it was just planin laziness.
I wanted to put a few quarters in the jukebox, and light up the neon signs and warm up the coffee pots and put some beer in the fridge, waiting for you to drop by, but every reason seemed good to postpone to the next day.
But I am back in Blogland now, and I hope you beautiful people are still hanging around! Because the…
“What isn’t said is as important as what is said.”
“Write what you know.”
“I’m just trying to keep things rich for me creatively and for the readers who follow me.”
“Early in my career, I figured out that I just have to write the book I have to write at that moment. Whatever else is going on in the culture is just not that important. If you could get the culture to write your book, that would be great. But the culture can’t write your book.”
TYKE It’s all I ever loved, All I ever wanted. Football is it for me. The lights, the turf, the feel of the ball in my hands, There’s nothing that means more to me.
But then, I meet Rilla James. It’s a game changer right from the start. Now, all I want is her, Everything about her.
RILLA It’s a love-hate relationship. I love the excitement, the thrill of the game, But despise everything it stands for. The day the game took away someone in my life, Everything changed, For the better. And I couldn’t be happier.
But then, I meet Tyke she Jamison. It’s a blitz right from the start. Now, I’m questioning it all. Maybe I could get used to life under the lights, With him.
President Trump has tried and still trying to put a visa ban on 7 Muslim dominated countries which are Somalia, Iraq, Iran, Yemen, Syria, Sudan and Lybia. Priority will be given to the minority faiths constituents of these countries.
We can all agree that family dynamics in the US are VERY complex. Some families have Jews, Christians, Muslims, and non-denominational members in their mix and such measures and restrictions like visa ban would split families, friends, and relatives. A religious test is not acceptable. It goes against the inherent values of the country.
Even the poem inscribed on The Statue of Liberty states:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
What has been happening since Trump reached the White House suggests…
Observed on February 17th, National Random Acts of Kindness Day has grown in popularity each year. It is celebrated by individuals, groups, and organizations nationwide to encourage acts of kindness.
I believe we can all agree random acts of kindness are always a good thing, but society could really use a few right about now. Let’s get to it!
The phrase “practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty” was written by Anne Herbert on a placemat in Sausalito, California in 1982. It was based on the phrase “random acts of violence and senseless acts of cruelty”. Herbert’s book Random Acts of Kindness was published in February 1993 speaking about true stories of acts of kindness.
The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation (RAK) was founded in 1995 in the USA. It is a nonprofit headquartered in Denver, Colorado.
However, launched in 2004, New Zealand was the first country in the world…
Book Title: If Tomorrow Never Comes (Part 1 & 2) Author: Sophie Slade Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance Release Date: January 15, 2016 Cover Credit for If Tomorrow Never Comes, by: Sophie Slade: Alyssa Collins Pic: Photographer: Jamie Saveal Photography Model: Nycole Craft Cover Design: TNT Book Cover Designs Logan pic and back cover pic: Depositphotos.com Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
On her way to Nashville to try her hand at a singing career, Alyssa Collins meets Logan Ambrose, her soul mate in every way. Not only is he a great singer and guitar player, he has a down-to-earth personality to die for. Soon, he proposes and they make plans for the future, but everything changes in an instant. A month later, she wakes from a coma only to learn that her life has changed forever.
Lost and distraught, Alyssa tries to make sense of her life. Needing to make a change, she puts her singing career behind her and finds herself in law school. Ten years later, she is a lawyer at a prestigious firm.
When Alyssa goes to New York for a political fund raiser, something happens that changes her life again. With more questions than answers, can she find it in herself to go on with her life … if tomorrow never comes?
If Tomorrow Comes, Part 1:
“Thank you, Nashville!” I yelled into the mic after the song came to an end. “Goodnight!”
I turned around to leave the stage, and the lead singer from the other band was still waiting in the wings, clapping wildly. I was surprised that he was still there.
As I ran off the stage, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in for a kiss, taking me by surprise. I pulled back, and over his shoulder … was Logan.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled into the guy’s face. “Get off me!” I struggled against his grasp.
As if in slow motion, Logan closed his eyes and turned and walked away.
“Logan, no!” I yelled over the crowd, trying to go after him once I finally broke free of Gargantuan. But strong arms caught me. I looked up and into Craig’s eyes.
“Sorry, kitten, but you have to do an encore,” he said over the crowd. “Listen.” The crowd was chanting my name over and again.
“No!” I yelled over their cheers. “Logan…”
“Will understand. But right now, you need to go back out there.”
“But I have to explain!” I yelled over the crowd.
“Explain later,” he said over the crowd, whose cheers grew louder. “But you have to go out there … now! Before they tear the place apart.”
I turned around. My band was standing close by, watching, having heard and seen everything.
“He’s right, Missy,” Noah said. It was his nickname for me, short for Little Missy. “We have to go back out there.”
I nodded as I pulled myself together and focused on the moment. The greatest moment of my life had turned into a disaster within the matter of seconds. Then, I turned to Gargantuan. “What the hell was that?” He shrugged, enjoying my anger. “Don’t you ever pull anything like that again! I don’t give a shit who you are!”
He bit his lower lip in an effort to conceal a cocky grin, obviously enjoying the reprimand a bit too much. “Yes, ma’am.”
Brett bumped his shoulder against Gargantuan as he passed. “Get him out of here,” he said to a nearby bouncer. The rest of the guys glared at him protectively.
If Tomorrow Never Comes, Part 2:
“Thank you for such a wonderful evening,” I said as Logan walked me to my door. “I had a wonderful time.”
“The pleasure was mine,” he said as his eyes suddenly smoldered. Then, he took my hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it, never taking his eyes from mine.
My heart pounded within my chest at the simple gesture. “Well, I’d better go inside,” I said, my voice merely a whisper.
But as I turned to walk away, he took my hand and wrapped his arms around me. Without taking his eyes from mine, he smoothed my hair away from my face … and I couldn’t look away. An instant later, his lips descended upon mine, gently at first, and then with a passion unmatched by man. As he slid his hand down my back and cupped my ass, I didn’t stop him, although I knew I would pay for it later emotionally. Then, he pulled me abruptly to him, and I could feel his erection through his trousers, fitting perfectly against my clit, even through my dress. Even though it was just one kiss, it was the single most erotic moment of my life.
He pulled back, and I caught my breath as his lips moved down my jawline to the hollow under my ear and breathed against my skin. “Stay the night with me, Allie.”
My breath quickened. Although I wanted to say yes with every fiber of my being, my mind was saying no. I wanted to tell that part of me to shut up, but it couldn’t be ignored. “Logan, we have so much to talk about…”
“I know,” he said, cutting me off as he pushed my hair back over my shoulder, away from my neck, and then looked in to my eyes. “But I need you, Allie. It can be just for tonight if you like, but I need you.” He kissed my neck, and then traveled down, pulling my dress away from the top of my breast, and gave me a kiss.
“Logan, I need more time,” I whispered, delirious with passion.
He kissed down farther, mere inches from my nipple as I closed my eyes. We were standing in the hallway, but at that moment, I didn’t care who may have walked by. “Allie, I understand that you need more time, and I’ll give it to you … all the time you need. But I missed you,” he said, his eyes pleading. “I’ve missed you so much … and I need you. And if it ends up being just for tonight, then I can handle it.” His lips descended upon mine as his hand slid down to my breast. Then, he drew circles with his thumb around my nipple over my dress as he pulled me to his chest. “I know you may not want to hear this now,” he said under my ear as he kissed my throat. Then, he looked into my eyes and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “But I want you, Allie. Be mine, even if it’s just for the night … please.”
Sophie Slade is the author of Erotic Romance. She started writing TOUCHED BY A VAMPIRE, never intending to publish it. However, her husband read it, loved it, and encouraged her to finish writing the book. Now, she is the author of TOUCHED BY A VAMPIRE and CROSSROADS, books 1 and 2 in her ETERNALLY YOURS SERIES. The next book in the series, TO LOVE A VAMPIRE, is coming soon. The stand-alone book IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES, Parts 1 and 2, is coming in January. Sophie has a Bachelor of Arts in Communications, News Editorial sequence, from the University of Tennessee at Martin, and a minor in English. Sophie is a full-time author and resides in Florida with her husband and children.