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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

**BT & Giveaway** September Series ~ Andrea Smith






Sins of September, Book 1 in the September Series

I'm no angel. I never was. But when Mama left us just short of my fourteenth birthday, any chance of me becoming angelic flew out the window. 

My step-father, Jesse, had been the only 'father-figure' in my life from the time I was six years-old, but all that came to an end when Mama left. I was sent to live with my grandparents in another state; my half-sister, Scout, remained with Jesse, her daddy. And my world had crashed around me. 

Fast-forward four years. I'm almost eighteen and a somewhat normal teenage girl who's curious about her sexuality, and determined to find someone like my Mama had - but hadn't appreciated. As luck would have it, my stepfather wants me to spend the summer going into my senior year in Arkansas with them. He needs me to take care of my little sister, Scout over the summer. 

Four years have changed both Jesse and me in ways we hadn't considered. It isn't long before I encounter the obstacles involved in getting what it is I really want: Jesse Ryan. 

Complications follow, and I learn more than I ever anticipated that summer, not only about myself and my sexuality, but also about being true to myself, and putting others that I love first. 

ADULT CONTENT. SEXUALLY EXPLICIT

SINS OF SEPTEMBER EXCERPT


"You might’ve turned eighteen, but I’m still the adult here. If I wanna sit in my own house and get fucking hammered for once, then by God I will do just that! I don’t need a teenager watching over me. She’s my wife, goddamit!
“And she’s my mother!” I scream. “And she fucking left the both of us! Remember?”
“Hell yes I remember.”
“So that’s it? What? I mean are you gonna go through the rest of your life holding onto something—to someone—whether she’s dead or alive, that makes you feel the way you feel right this damn minute?”
I look into his eyes because I want to hear it from him. I want to know why he feels the need to punish himself for what she did.
He takes another sip of his beer, and shrugs. “Shit, maybe so. Maybe it’s what I deserve for not being enough, and not letting her be enough for herself.”
I have no clue as to what he means by that. I simply throw out a retort for good measure. “That’s weak,” I mumble. “Pathetic and weak.”
I start to get off the couch so that I can get away from his drunken ass. I can take almost anything except self-pity or self-loathing. I’ve no tolerance for it.
His hand clamps around my wrist and I’m jerked back around to face him as he stands, pulling me up against him roughly. “What did you say?” he growls.
“I-I think you’re acting weak,” I mumble, losing a bit of my courage.
He cocks a brow as he studies me intently. “What would you know about love—or life or any of it?”
“Maybe more than you think,” I reply softly, looking up at his
beautiful, angry face, meeting his cool gaze with one of my own. Our conflicted eyes lock, and when they do, something passes between us; like a spark or something, and all I can think is that it’s about damn time.
He pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around his strong neck, and tilt my face back a bit to give him ample access because this will happen. I’ve decided that.
He captures my mouth with his roughly—almost savagely, but I don’t care. “Fuck you look so much like her,” he growls, “I need to see if you taste like her too.”
“Do it,” I dare.
QUOTES






"Are you ready to learn something new, September?"
He placed his hands on each of my shoulders, and gently pressed me down. "On your knees, woman."


"I've missed you, September. You're not leaving me," he whispers hoarsely before moving downward, his tongue tracing a hot path across my belly, his fingers plucking at my panties, moving them down over my hips, so that he has full access to my heat.

"Then you're mine?" he asks, and I can't think of any better way that he could've put that question.

I feel his tongue tracing the shell of my ear, his warm breath caressing my skin. He nips at my lobe, and whispers, "I've thought about this all fucking day. About being inside of you, claiming what is mine."

"Fuck September," he growls loudly, "Where the hell are your panties?"

"You bastard," he hisses, standing up as if he's going to take me on. "What have you done? Seduced my granddaughter? She's a child for heaven's sake!"















When September Ends, Book 2 In the September Series 



This book is the sequel to "Sins of September."



My name is Jesse Ryan. I'm thirty, single (not officially divorced) but that’s a long story. Up until the summer of 2010, I was doing just fine raising my only child, Scout. I'm a construction worker in Fort Smith, AK. But that summer I needed some help with Scout. So that’s when I sent for my 17-year-old stepdaughter—and Scout’s half-sister, September. She has been living with her grandparents in Mississippi ever since her mother—and my estranged wife, Libby, had taken off on all of us years prior.

September turned out to be a very resourceful young woman, effectively ambushing my first budding romance since her mother had left us. But she didn't stop there. Shortly after her 18th birthday, I found myself inexplicably drawn to her. Yeah, I get that there's a twelve year age difference, but despite my better judgement and solid resolve, the heart wants what the heart wants.

Up until now, we have kept our relationship discreet, planning our future together. I’m preparing to start my own business, and September is preparing to start her freshman year of college. Then we get . . . the news.  And everything we’ve been planning is suddenly and inexplicably torn from us.

After more than five years without a word, my estranged wife, Libby, resurfaces. She had been seriously injured and now suffers from total amnesia. She doesn’t remember any of us.

Now decisions need to be made, and everyone looks to me to be the one to make them. But how can I make a decision that will be in everyone's best interest?

Mature Content. 18+



WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS EXCERPT

"How can you say that?" he asks, moving closer to me, "Have I ever treated you like some dirty little secret? I fucking love you! How many times did you hear those words from my mouth?"
And then it's my turn to flash some anger his way because that's exactly how he made me feel when he allowed too much time to pass without showing me his love with his actions and not just his words.
I face him squarely. "How many times did you and I go out in public, Jesse? Huh? Out to dinner or to a movie, like the way you treated Casey when you were dating her? Or maybe a weekend getaway, or, hell, maybe just cluing Scout in like you promised months ago? Yeah, you think about that and then tell me how I wasn't your dirty little secret.”


His eyes flare as he looks at me, leaning forward and placing his coffee mug next to mine on the table. "I'm here to discuss this current situation with you, September. We didn't get that chance yesterday, with everything happening so quickly."
"There's nothing to discuss," I reply getting up and moving over to the loveseat. I lower myself down next to him and, immediately, I feel my sex clench at his nearness. I need Jesse to not talk. There's nothing he can say that I want to hear right now--maybe ever. "Mama's coming home. I always knew you didn't really belong to me, but she's not here yet," I finish, my hands moving to the crotch of his jeans where I can see that he's got a semi going on. "Let's fuck, Jesse. It's our last chance."
His blue eyes have darkened, and I see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, "Baby, that's not why I'm here," he argues softly, but he makes no move to remove my hand that is now rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans, and then my fingers pluck at the tip of his cock, and he releases a soft groan. "September…"
"Shh," I purr, leaning in to him, breathing in his scent, the one that will forever be ingrained in my brain. It's the smell of soap and a trace of woodsy pine in the mix. It makes my belly tingle, and my eyes are now focused on his mouth, his full sensual lips, and as he flicks his tongue along the bottom one.
Seconds later, we're melded together in a passionate kiss, both of us hungry for what we know, and what we've denied ourselves for too damn long. I won't deny Jesse this any longer, nor will I deny myself.











Sins of September 

Andrea Smith took on a very questionable situation in this amazing series. The situation in which one tries to define the lines of what is acceptable and what is not acceptable. 

September's mother took it upon herself to decide that being a mom was no longer the job for her. So she left. Leaving behind September, her little sister, and her step-father. September had to grow up... and fast. Fast forwarding through the years, she survived. Now it's time to reconnect with the family she lost. September is a complex character. On the inside she just wants love that any other girl her age wants. She's fragile, and easy to break. Then again on the flip side, she's devious. Used to having people leaving her behind. She's determined to get what she wants this time. 

Jesse has always looked at September as his daughter. Leaving her with her grandparents wasn't an easy decision for him, but one he felt was best for her at that time.  Being in a bind, Jesse brings her back to the fold. Hoping that she can reign in her little sister while he works throughout the summer. He knew she had grown up. But never expected this...

As Jesse and September wade through uncharted waters, they embark on a journey neither could have expected. It's just a matter of how it will end... 


When September Ends

As we finished with Sins of September, lots of truths are coming to light. Secrets are revels, lives are changed. And as September is coming into her own, she finds that maybe, just maybe, being with Jesse isn't exactly what she thought it would be. As she tries to separate herself from the predicament she has found herself in, she also continues to try to have the best relationship possible with her sister. 

Jesse has now owned up to his feelings for September. However, trying to make her seek the same ending that he does is proving impossible. Jesse has to make a few decisions about his future and the future of September. 

Andrea Smith blew me away with this one. I didn't expect things to turn out as they did. And I still had difficulty wrapping my mind around the complex relationship that Jesse and September built for themselves. Andrea has never been one to take the easy way out. I've noticed with a lot of the novels that she has produced, each has had it's own "OMG" factor. And She's done it again with the September Series. 



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Andrea Smith is a USA Today Best-Selling Author.

She self-publishes Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Sensual Romance with a paranormal twist. She also writes New Adult Romance under the pseudonym of Graysen Blue.

Here is a listing of her published fiction to date:

Baby Series (Contemporary Romance/Suspense w/erotic tone)

Maybe Baby
Baby Love
Be My Baby
Baby Come Back (Novella)

G-Man Series (Contemporary Romance/Suspense w/erotic tone)

Diamond Girl
Love Plus One
Night Moves
G-Men Holiday Wrap (Novella)
These Men (Spin-off) Part of the BEND anthology.
Taz

Past Tense Future Perfect (Baby Series Boxed Set trilogy, e-book only.)

Limbo Series (Contemporary Steamy Romance w/paranormal edge)

Silent Whisper
Clouds in my Coffee  

September Series (New Adult)
Sins of September
When September Ends

M/M Romance

Black Balled (Co-Authored with Eva LeNoir)

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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

*RDB & Giveaway* TAZ by Andrea Smith

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Meet Taz & Lindsey is this sexy, suspenseful stand alone in the G-Men Series!





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Taz:
My life is finally perfect. My dreams have all come true. I'm where I want to be with the bureau; having the career I've been planning since I did my stint in the military. I'm married to the one and only woman I've ever loved; my heart beats for her alone. Together we've made beautiful babies that I adore. I'm thirty-three years old and I'm complete.
Then one day, it all changes. Slate recruits me for a temporary assignment that is underneath the radar for a reason. The bureau hasn't sanctioned it as a priority, but Slate feels it is because of who is involved: Sue Ellen Reynard. Yeah, remember her?
Lindsey:
Our lives were perfect. Taz and I had everything we'd ever hoped for: family, careers and an everlasting devotion to one another. Suddenly nothing is the same. In a single moment, my biggest fear is realized by one phone call from Slate: an 'agent is missing'.
My agent; my Taz . . .
This is just the beginning of our long journey. Will things ever be the same again?





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I wiped my hands clean, tossed the towel into the trash and grabbed my wife's hand, pulling her behind me up the wide staircase to the second floor. Once there, outside of those closed french doors that had been my iron curtain for the past several weeks, I pushed them open, pulled her into the room with me, and then kicked them shut with one swift move.

I pulled her close, raising her shirt up and she didn't resist; but instead, raised her arms up so that I could pull it up and over her head. I unfastened her front closure bra, releasing her beautiful tits that I hadn't touched in months.
I lifted her up, and carried her over to the bed--our bed, gently placing her on her back, so that I could straddle her and begin feasting on her breasts.

She moaned beneath me with pleasure. I multitasked, sucking on a breast while I unfastened her jeans, before raising myself back up so that she could shimmy out of them. I pulled my shirt up and over my head, and then quickly unfastened my jeans, shedding them along with my boxers in one swift movement.
I lowered myself back over her, my mouth finding hers. I slowed my pace. I sure as hell didn't want to come before my dick was even inside of her, but I swear to God, I knew I wouldn't last long. I kissed her softly, playfully, as my teeth gently nipped at her bottom lip.

Our tongues interlaced, and her arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling my face and upper body even closer to her. I was consumed by her scent, her softness, her sweetness--all of it. She was mine to claim and holy fuck if I wasn't going to! Nothing--I repeat--nothing was going to keep me from sinking my cock into her sweet pussy and showing her that she was mine--now and always.

And then we heard it.

At the same time.

Fuuckk!

From the room down the hall, Jackson was crying. And it wasn't just a fussy or whiney cry that would likely stop so that he could return promptly to sleep.
Hell no!

It was a loud-ass wailing, followed by a high-pitched shriek of "Mommeee!"

Over and over.

Seriously dude?

Lindsey squirmed underneath me, pushing against my chest.

"I'll get him, babe," I said, getting up.

"No," she said gently, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "It's okay, Taz. He's calling for me. I'll get him."

She launched herself out of our bed, and quickly went to the closet, pulling on her white terry cloth robe, making a quick exit so that she could tend to our son.

The little cockblocker.

I made a mental note to ground his ass just as soon as he was old enough to understand the whole concept.

I swear.

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As soon as the nurse left, I had another visitor.
My wife.
Lindsey.
I hadn't seen her since the day she'd left in tears and my alleged younger sister had chewed my ass out for my boorish behavior.
"Hey," I said softly, giving her a smile. Hell, if I could choose only one thing from my past to resurface in my memory it would be anything or everything having to do with her. She was beautiful and it wasn't hard to see why I'd been drawn to her.
"Trace," she said, coming over to take a seat in the chair closest to my hospital bed. "You look better than you did the last time I was here."
Yeah. Trace is my real name. Learned that a week or two ago.
"It's been awhile," I replied. "I'm sorry if I scared you off, Lindsey. I'm trying like hell to remember."
"It's nothing you can help," she replied quickly, giving me a weak smile. "All we can do is work with what we have, I suppose."
She'd brought some photo albums with her. "I thought maybe we could look at some pictures together, that is, if you feel like it."
"Sure," I said, "My doctor recommended doing just that."
"Okay, well let's start with this one then," she said, pulling the one from the bottom. "We'll take this in chronological order, how's that?"
And she opened the album and began showing me pictures that had been taken five years prior. She pointed out my mother and father, her best friend Darcy who I recognized from her earlier visit with her husband--and my half-brother, Easton. I saw Slate in many of the pictures, along with his wife who was also Lindsey's mother. Very pretty. I could picture Slate with her.
"How did we meet?" I asked, and noticed a blush cross over her face.
"Well, I knew you because of Mom and Slate--but we actually didn't get involved with one another until after they got married. I…uh, I kind of got toasted at their reception. You were nice enough to offer me a ride home, and well…I threw up all over your truck."
I laughed at this and, for some reason, I loved the fact that given the choice, Lindsey could have provided a much more appealing story of how we met and I wouldn't have known the difference. Yet she put the truth out there, no matter how disgusting it was. "God, I hope I wasn't an ass about it."
She laughed too and it was music to my ears. "Not at all. You were actually very sweet about it. You took me back to your place, put me in the shower, gave me some of your clean clothes to wear, insisted I brush my teeth and gargle, and then put me to bed."
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I was born and raised in southern Ohio, and with the exception of a brief stint in Dallas, TX, have been an Ohioan most of my life. My dream has always been to write a novel, and back in the early eighties I tried to do just that, having been influenced by authors such as Kathleen Woodiwiss, Johanna Lindsey, Rosemary Rogers and Laurie McBain. I remember writing to all of them through their listed publishers, and the only response I received was from Johanna Lindsey (who lived in Hawaii at the time.

Ms. Lindsey advised me to continue with my dream; and to submit to various publishers again and again. Of course, at that time, publishing e-books yourself was not on the horizon; there were vanity publishing houses of course, but she advised me to avoid those.

So my dream was put on the back-burner for more than 25 years until June of 2012 when suddenly I no longer had a reason not to write a novel. My sons were grown; I found myself without a career (blessedly) and the creative juices flowed once again.

I finished my first novel, "Maybe Baby" in September of 2012; the next two books in the "Baby Series" titled "Baby Love" and "Be My Baby" were published in early 2013. I learned a lot in my first endeavor with self-publishing. I've made so many friends as a result that it is over-whelming.

In the spring of 2013, I had an idea for a different type of Alpha, and wrote Book #1 of the "G-Man" Series, titled "Diamond Girl." This book was well-received, and I followed it with Book #2, "Love Plus One." These are stand-alone books.

I am finally doing what I love and I sincerely appreciate the wonderful readers who provide feedback and take the time to comment. I hope that with each book, my writing has grown and improved as I strive to publish quality fiction.




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