Book Blitz ~ ‘Fifty First Times: A New Adult Anthology’

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Fifty First Times: A New Adult Anthology
Published by: Avon Impulse
Publication date: February 25th 2014
Genres: New Adult
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SYNOPSIS

You always remember your first time…


Whether it’s the couple who decides not to go through with it, the two boys who finally aren’t ashamed, the newlyweds whose wedding night could very well be their last night together, the deaf pair who have no choice but to take body language to a new level–or, of course, the two young lovers fumbling and laughing, getting everything wrong. These are the memories that will never fade.
Join nineteen fantastic authors as they pull back the curtain and give you a peek inside that one intense moment in their characters’ lives when everything changes and nothing will ever be the same again.
Featuring stories from some of the hottest names in New Adult, Young Adult, and Romance including New York Times Bestselling authors J.Lynn/Jennifer Armentrout, Molly McAdams, Sophie Jordan, and Carrie Ryan.
NOTE: These stories are works of fiction. If you want to know about our first times, you’ll have to buy us a pet monkey first.
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Enter below for the chance to win the brilliant Grand Prize Set.

Prizes (US only) – all to 1 winner:

$25 gift card for either Amazon, Apple, or B&N (winners choice)
e-copy of Fifty First Times gifted through Amazon Kindle*below books will be paperback unless only hard cover is available, also note some books including the featured title are for readers 17-18+
Entire Tempest trilogy by Julie Cross
Letters to Nowhere by Julie Cross
Hourglass by Myra McEntire
Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan
Be with Me by J. Lynn
Gone Gone Gone by Hannah Moskowitz
Stealing Harper by Molly McAdams
Catching Liam by Sophia Bleu/Genn Albin
Need You Tonight by Roni Loren
A Little Too Much by Lisa Desrochers
Foreplay by Sophie Jordan

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My Story

The first time we met was when we stood at the altar.

Now I know what you’re thinking, but really it wasn’t like that. I was the Best Man, she was the Maid of Honour. I know, cliché as anything. It’s something we are teased about even now, five years later.

“Should have been you two getting married that day.” Their friends said, “Probably would have lasted longer than the ones who actually tied the knot.”

Sadly, it was true. The happy bride and groom captured within photos and distant memories of that day were no more. Divorced, and arguing over custody of their two children.

Maybe our story won’t seem so special to others. Maybe the promise of a passion-filled love at first sight, where lustful looks are exchanged in the lead up to the most exhilarating sex of their lives, is what draws people in more, but that wasn’t us.

We met at the altar where our best friends were being tied together for what should have been the rest of their lives. She was wearing purple, something she till moaned about when she looked at the photos, and I was uncomfortable in a too-tight shirt and a cravat tied smartly around my neck.

It’s true when people say those suits make you feel like a penguin.

I don’t actually remember the ceremony. I just remember watching her as she fussed over the flowers that the bride had flung her way, and how she’d focused hard on keeping upright as she wobbled in the highest and thinnest pair of heels he’d ever seen.

(As soon as the photos were finished, she’d kicked them off and replaced them with a pair of flip flops she’d hidden away in her handbag. I remember it well because she’d leant onto my shoulder as she reached to pull the offending heels off her feet.)

I remember everything about that day, the day I met my future wife, standing at the altar smiling shyly , not lustfully, when she caught me looking. No promise of mind-blowing sex in celebration of our friends marriage. Just a shy smile from a beautiful woman.

That was the day I’ll always remember as the day I met my wife.

 

Author’s Note: I took the prompt for this story a little differently, as I’m really not a very exciting person, and this lovely guy in my head just wanted the story of how he first met his wife told.

I hope you enjoyed.

 

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Julie Cross (creator)
J. Lynn
Molly McAdams
Sophie Jordan
Roni Loren
Tracy Wolff
Lauren Layne
Andrew Shaffer
Cole Gibson
Myra McEntire
Carrie Ryan
Mark Perini
Gennifer Albin
Lisa Desrochers
Hannah Moskowitz
Lyla Payne
Alessandra Thomas
Melissa Landers
Melissa West
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New Release ~ ‘Tales by the Tree: An Anthology of Holiday Flash Fiction’

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Hello everyone! I have some very exciting news!

Today is the release day of the debut anthology from J.A.Mes Press Publishing Company in which one of my short stories is available.

‘Tales by the Tree’ is a collection of 75 Christmas holiday-themed short stories and flash fiction by a team of 40+ authors, both published and newbies, and it is designed by the wonderful team at Blue Harvest Creative.

All royalties from this project benefit the Mount Rose Elementary School library in Reno, Nevada.

Please do check out this anthology. It is available now on Amazon in both Print and on Kindle (and if I know you in the real vs. virtual world I’ll sign my story for you :P)

My Story is entitled ‘Teething Troubles at Christmas’ and is under the ‘Holiday Humor’ Category.

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The New Melody

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Entry for the Dark Fairy Queen Bridal Shower!

Congratulations to Anna and Michael! I wish you every joy and happiness together! Here’s my gift to you.

Title: The New Melody
Author: Sorcha O’Dowd
E-book: Yes*

Her fingers gently caressed the keys of the Piano, the thin layer of dust coating her shaking finger tips as she drew them softly over the smooth keys, careful not to press too hard. She stopped, as her right thumb automatically took its place on Middle C, a movement still so natural. Even after so long.

“Breathe.” She reminded herself silently, before taking a deep shuddering breath.

She pressed lightly and the echoing sound of the long-since tuned Piano reverberated through the dusty, abandoned room.

Heaving a sob, she pulled her hand back quickly, covering her mouth as she waited for the pain of remembrance to slice through her heart.

It didn’t.

She waited another minute.

Still nothing.

It took another minute before she laughed. A laugh of surprise and…was it hope?

Reaching forward again, she placed both hands on the keys and cautiously began to play.

The notes grew stronger as her fingertips flew across the keys, not at all hindered by the years of abstinence. Notes that told her story. The story of the helpless girl who’d fallen madly and naively in love, the pain of her heart being cruelly crushed, and the despair so deep that she’d existed through a layer of numbness.

But then the sharps and flats of G minor stopped suddenly, replaced by a sweet melody in G major that spoke of friendship, loyalty, and an overwhelming love that had fixed her.

She didn’t stop playing as she sensed him enter the room, just closed her eyes, letting the music flow through her, hoping he would understand the meaning of the melody.

He’d fixed her.

Him.

As the notes began to slow, and gradually faded to nothing, she took a moment to revel in the charged stillness of the room. The echoes of the notes rang, disturbing the dust particles which shone like fireflies in the strip of early morning sunlight that beamed through a gap in the thin, dilapidated curtains.

Finally she turned, smiling softly as she saw him hastily wipe at his eyes. Because he’d been through it too.

He’d been hurt by love.

And she’d fixed him.

Just like he had her.

“Ready to go?” She asked quietly, unwilling to disturb the peace in the room with unnecessary words.

Words had never been necessary with them. A look, or a soft touch to the arm spoke more to them than any words ever could.

So she knew what he was asking from the way he walked towards her, his eyes desperate as he reached for her hand, caressing her fingers softly with his thumb.

“Yes.” She replied to his silent question, feeling her eyes blur with tears of happiness.

“I haven’t asked you yet.” He chided, tears of his own now falling even as a smile grew on his face.

“So ask me then.” She teased.

“I don’t have a ring.” He said, his ice blue eyes apologising even as they twinkled.

“Just ask me.”

So he did.

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