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Sing me a song of love... Naeco “Nay” Starrfish is the ruler of the Lower Crest of Whispering Waves. He is proud of his heritage and can’t wait to step up and fill the huge shoes of his father. But when he finds out that everything, and everyone, isn’t who and what they seem to be, he may lose himself in the process. Typhoon Hydra is the heir to the Upper Crests of Whispering Waves. He has big ideas for change in his kingdom and wants to be completely different from his father. He has never known love and hopes that he will find it, so that he didn’t suffer the same fate as his parents—his father always waking up in another Maid’s bed, and his mother constantly embarrassed by his actions. Nautia “Tia” Seastar is a siren with the talent to make it big! She’s been training for a long time, getting ready for the big showcase that would make her famous and take her and her mama out of the projects. But when she gets the chance of a lifetime, she finds out that fame isn’t all that it seems. And that the ones that she thought were on her side all had their own agendas—at the expense of her talent. Rainey Oceanus believes that her Familiar, Tia, is on her way to big things. And she does everything that she can to support her, knowing that she’ll be right beside her at the top... enjoying the glitz and the glamour that she was made for. But when her true nature and secrets come out, she may never get to filter her little taste of fame through her gills. Behind every great Merman is an even greater Mermaid, and Nay and Ty find themselves enchanted with a siren whose soul brings out the Sea Lord in them. But their bond may be broken when the tragedies that they face, and the desire for real love, bring out the differences in them. Will Naeco be able to break generational curses, or follow the current of the blood that courses through his vein? When tragedy hits, does Typhoon find out that change can bring about more bad than good?
With her husband dead, Justine finds herself balancing newfound freedom and a blossoming relationship with Campbell. They steal her away to a slice of paradise in France, but it’s a working holiday, and their new contract is a heavy hitter. A local diplomat wants her ex-boyfriend—also her ex-bodyguard—dead. He’s been stalking her for weeks, and his years of experience as a Special Forces interrogator make him a hard target to catch. He’ll kill anyone who gets too close: Campbell included. Campbell is used to giving up everything for the job, but old memories and old friends leave a weakness to exploit. Justine takes Campbell back from the brink of a violent collapse, but it comes at a dire price. What survives afterwards will change them both forever. The books in the Fatal Fidelity series are best read in order.
'He tapped at his iPod, feeling within a note or two whether each random offering could provide what he was craving . . . skip, skip, skip, his temper rising, and then he felt it, just the opening chords . . . He stopped punching his iPod's face, and he leaned back on the bench and wondered, marvelled, felt the world slowly reopening to him.' Julian Donahue is obsessed with his iPod. Each song that shuffles through 'that greatest of all human inventions' triggers a memory. There are songs for the girls from when he was single; there's the one for the day he met his wife-to-be, and another for the day his son was born. But when his family falls apart, even music loses its hold on him, and he has nothing. Until one snowy night in Brooklyn, when his life's soundtrack-and life itself-starts to play again. He stumbles into a bar and sees Cait O'Dwyer, a flame-haired Irish rock singer, performing with her band, and a strange and unlikely love affair is ignited. Over the next few months, Julian and Cait's passion for music and each other is played out, though they never meet. In cryptic emails, text messages, cell-phone videos, and lyrics posted on Cait's website, they find something in their bizarre friendship that they cannot find anywhere else. Cait's star is on the rise, and Julian gently guides her along her path to fame-but always from a distance-and she responds to the one voice who understands her, more than a fan but still less than a lover. As their feelings grow more feverish, keeping a safe distance becomes impossible. What follows is a love story and a uniquely heartbreaking dark comedy about obsession and loss. The Song Is You is a closely observed tale of love in the digital age that blurs the line between the longing for intimacy and the longing for oblivion. 'Phillips . . . hits a pitch-perfect note in this heartbreakingly lyrical novel of love, loss, and the almost mystical power of music.' Booklist 'Phillips blents wiht, erudition and eccentricity.' The Times 'Prodigiously gifted . . . reminiscent of Nabokov.' The Guardian
Killian Going deep: In football it means running down the field for a long pass. You're serious. Committed. Unstoppable. As a wide receiver, it's a term I'm all too familiar with. It's who I am, at least when it comes to my career. For the past decade, football has been the only thing I've allowed myself to commit to. That is until a beautiful, blue-eyed temptress steps into my limo to escort me to a charity function. She's strong, independent, and quick witted. Everything I want in a woman. There's just one problem. She's not mine for the taking. But that's not going to stop me from winning her heart. I'm in deep with this woman. I'm running down the field with my arms and heart open, ready for the catch. Now all I need is for her to throw the ball.
PREFACE “Sometimes baby, love lies deep … a man gets buried in your soul and there ain’t no getting him out." Her mother had said that to her once. The words haunted her as she thought about Satchel. He'd been the one to end their relationship over seven years ago, so what did he want now? And what did he mean he wouldn’t stay away from her; that he’d never wanted to. She had fought hard to get over Satchel, and one thing she knew for sure ... there was no way she was letting him back in -- not after the way he'd crushed her all those years ago. She couldn’t live through that kind of pain again. No human could endure that twice in a lifetime. And, she knew just how to keep him away. Only, could she go through with it? Or, would the love that had lain so deeply within her for him resurface, leading to heartbreak all over again? *** Three years earlier “Sometimes baby, love lies deep … a man gets buried in your soul and there ain’t no getting him out,” Celia said to her daughter. “Have you ever felt that way about a man mama?” “Yes, once. Who? Daddy?” Nylah asked. “No honey. I loved your father, but a bit before I met him, there was someone else …” “You mean you loved another man more than you loved daddy?” Nylah queried, incredulous. She’d never even imagined her mother with another man. “Nylah I had a life before your father,” her mother said simply. “I was quite the looker you know. I had a few suitors before your father settled me down. But, a woman doesn’t have to tell all her secrets. In fact, there are some things she never tells another soul. That’s just the way of a woman.” “Well … why haven’t you ever told me any of this before? Did daddy know?” “You mean did he know if I dated other men before he came along? … Of course he did,” Celia answered before Nylah could confirm or deny her question. “Why do you think he was so quick to propose? He did so after three weeks of courting me, you know?” Nylah smiled and shook her head. She’d heard the story many times. It was ironic, she thought. She’d dated a man for three, almost four years and instead of proposing, he’d given her her walking papers. Her mother, on the other hand, had gotten a marriage proposal – in three weeks. Nylah often wondered about women like her mother. What did they possess that a man couldn’t resist? What secret did they have? And how did it draw a man into a lifetime commitment so quickly? Whatever special power or secret or trait it was, she hadn’t inherited it. In fact, it was just the opposite. She seemed to be able to repel suitors with very little effort. “So who was he; this other man? Why didn’t you marry him? What happened between you all?” Nylah asked, still flabbergasted that her mother had never even breathed a single word about someone who had obviously meant a great deal to her. “That’s a story for another day and another time. But I do know of a couple who had that kind of love you’re carrying around in you for Satchel. Your grandparents; your father’s mama and daddy. I’ve never seen two people more in love. I think that’s why your father was able to love me so, and why I was so devoted to him. He had the best example of what love was supposed to look and feel like – and I did my best to be the kind of wife his mother was – because lord knows my parents were a disaster. If there were two people who didn’t belong together, it was my mother and father.” Nylah hadn’t known her mother’s parents. But she smiled, thinking back on the grandparents she did know -- her father’s parents. She’d witnessed the love flow between them as effortlessly as waves crashing against an ocean shore. It was a rare site to see. Even as a child, Nylah knew that there was something special about their union. They fit, like a pair of ultra-soft leather gloves molded to your hands, that’s how closely and beautifully they melded into each other. “I want that mama. I want that so bad,” Nylah said, her throat convulsing as she swallowed the pain threatening to engulf her. “There’s someone out there for you honey. You just have to trust that.” “I don’t want someone mama. I want ‘the one.’ I want what grandma and grandpa had. … What if I’ve found the one? What if it was Satchel? What if I never feel for another man the way I feel for him? It’s been over a year and I haven’t even mustered up enough interest to go on one date.” “Give it time honey. It’ll be alright. The right man will come along. You will love again.” Celia placed her hand on her daughter’s back and rubbed it as they sat on the front porch of the little craftsman-style bungalow the Simmons had called home for four decades. It was the home Nylah had grown up in. Her mother had nursed her through all of her teenaged heartbreaks here. They’d had many talks right on the same concrete steps they sat on now. She wasn’t sure if it was fitting or pitiful that some twenty years later, her mother was still nursing her through heartbreaks. Nylah buried her face in her hands and exhaled heavily. “But will I love again like that mama?” she said, tears silently coursing down her cheeks. "Will I love like that?" she repeated. ************** Relevant Search Terms: interracial romance, intraracial romance, african american romance, contemporary romance, short romance, multicultural romance, short story fiction, short steamy romance, women's literature, steamy romance, chicklit
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On the anniversary of their wedding, Little San performed well with his poor acting skills. Facing the criticism of the crowd and the indifference of his husband, Su Mei's heart was like dying embers. Three years of marriage was like three years of imprisonment. Chu Mingyuan's appearance was like a ray of light, carrying Su Mo away from the darkness. After all, they had met in university with unforgettable feelings ... Before he met the right person, all he had done was pass by them casually ...
CAITLIN: What we have is sacred, a bond forged by pain and pleasure, suffering and passion, and Gabe is right—nothing will tear us apart again. This is forever, for keeps, for the rest of our lives, no matter what the future holds. We just have to outsmart the powerful people determined to keep us apart. I’m prepared to fight our enemies, but I’m not prepared for him. For a monster wearing a friendly face, or the nightmare he’s determined to unleash. They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. I say—over my dead body. They’ll have to pry forever out of my cold, clawed hands. A Love So Deep is the final book in the To the Bone series. A Love So Deep is the final novel in a three-part trilogy. • Book 1: A Love So Dangerous • Book 2: A Love So Deadly • Book 3: A Love So Deep