5 out of 5 stars

What can I say? Tia Louise strikes again, and it’s just a huge explosion. The stunning conclusion to this duet will leave you breathless. I’m trying to write this without giving anything away because she keeps you on your toes trying to figure out what’s coming next. Packed with intrigue, mystery, action, angst, undying love and devotion, and that Tia Louise heat we all know and love, this conclusion will rock your world. I see another book or possibly duet coming our way from this one and I will surely be happy to get my hands on it.

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Under the Stars

All around us was darkness and night…

I’m not a hero. I’m a survivor.

I had one way out, and I took it.

Now all I want is peace,

A place to pick up the pieces and start over.

But she wants justice.

Names on a list, faces in the crowd.

I vowed to help her, but it’s taking us back to the demons.

Until he appeared.

I thought he died in the fight.

I was wrong.

He’s here.

Stronger, more powerful… Sexier.

And dangerous.

The boy I loved is now the one man we have to fear most.

When he tried to save me, he had no power.

Now everything has changed, and he’ll never stop until I’m his.

~ Lara ~

We stop walking and turn to face the emerald waters. The briny air pushes her hair back and around her shoulders. Tendrils spin around my face, and the inescapable sorrow filters through my chest.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Yes, you can.” Her voice is flat, and she bends to put Pierre on the dry sand. “I’m going up. How much longer will you be out here? Celeste is making Quiche Lorraine for breakfast.”

Another sigh. “I’ll be up in a bit. I’m finishing my exercise.”

“Don’t stay out too long or I’ll eat all the food! Come, Pierre!”

I watch her run up the tall staircase, her little dog at her heels, thinking of the reasons she has to run. I remember her as a small girl on the street, in the dark alley behind the theater. She was thin and starving and hunched in the corner waiting to die.

She was so malnourished, I thought she was younger than her actual age, which was twelve. I remember carrying her inside and fighting with Rosa. I remember Rosa boxing my ears and telling me the first time that kid cried, she’d throw us both in the alley with the rats. I remember the terror I felt that night and Molly falling asleep so quietly with her head on my chest.

She needed me. She loved me, and I loved her fiercely in return.

I remember her running around the theater, a sweet and innocent kid never suspecting the hawk was circling above, watching her, closing in to steal her soul and warp her future. I’ll never forgive myself for what happened to her. I’ll never forgive myself for not being there to protect her.

A flash of pain moves through my stomach, and I remember someone saying the same words to me not so long ago…

Walking to the edge of the water, I look out at the surf, at the waves rushing in and out. I think about how nothing bad can happen here. The sins of the past are far, far away from this beautiful place.

Only it’s a lie.

The sins of the past are never far away.

We carry them with us in our hearts wherever we go.

No matter how far we run, we can never outrun ourselves.

Tears are in my eyes, and I blink them away. My emotions are so close to the surface these days. I squat and wrap my arms around my knees, holding my insides together and wishing…

My wishes never come true.

“Lara!” A strong male voice cuts through the breeze.

For a moment I don’t believe it. It’s a wish caught on the wind and carried away out to sea.

“Lara!” It’s louder this time, closer.

Nervous anticipation floods my chest. I stand and look up and over my shoulder. The staircase where Molly descended is empty. The one ahead of it is empty as well.

Was it a dream?

Another shout, and I realize it’s coming from behind me. Turning, I see a tall figure jogging down the steps. He’s alone, and he’s moving fast. I look around, and no one is here. I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

My heart alternates between beating out of my chest and dying. I’m back on that train, seeing him for the first time out of the blue, completely caught off-guard, alternately panicking and rejoicing… He’s alive!

He’s wearing faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His caramel hair is a little longer, but not much. It moves in the breeze as he approaches me.

He’s strong and pure and gorgeous as ever, and the way we touched, our glorious reunion is stronger and hotter in my memory than the sun climbing higher in the sky.

I want to cry. I want to sing. I want to hold him…

But now everything has changed.

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Tia Louise is the USA Today best-selling, award-winning author of When We Touch, the “One to Hold” and “Dirty Players” series, and co-author of the #4 Amazon bestseller The Last Guy.

She loves all the books (as long as they have romance), all the chocolate (as long as it’s dark), strong coffee and sparkling wine.

After being a teacher, a book editor, a journalist, and finally a magazine editor, she started writing love stories and never stopped.

Louise lives in the Midwest with her trophy husband, two teenage geniuses, and one grumpy cat.

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6 out of 5 stars

6 stars

Marni, you blow me away woman. Your diversity of writing amazes me. This by far is the HOTTEST 🔥🔥🔥🔥 book I’ve read by you. Heat from beginning to the sweet ending. I will admit I read the epilogue with tears running down my face. This was such the perfect read. Serious scorch factor with a very emotional storyline.

James is one of the sweetest girls ever and is mature beyond her years, most likely because of losing her parents so you and her chasing her dreams. At 18, she was flying high, successful as could be. Little did she know that was all about to be ripped right out from under her by a nasty vile human being.

Brett, OMG, Brett. James is you ever tire of him, send him my way! That man is HOT!!!! You’d have to be crazy to not fantasize about him, real or not. He will set your panties on fire and melt your heart.

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS BOOK NOW!! If you’re looking for the perfect weekend read, one click. I promise you will not be disappointed.

A one-night stand with James Ryne, the hottest actress in LA, was a night I’d never forget…

James: I can’t stop thinking about you.

Brett: I didn’t know America’s sweetheart was such a dirty girl.

James: It gets better.

Brett: You’re too young for me.

James: Eighteen’s the age of consent.

Brett: The things I want to do to you right now…

James: Are you ever going to tell me who you really are?

Brett: The best you’ve ever had. That’s all you need to know.

James: When are you coming back to LA?

Brett: Next week—and you’d better not be wearing panties.

Brett: What the hell did I just watch?

James: Oh my God, Brett! It’s going viral!

James: My life is ruined. My career. My reputation.

James: Are you there?

James: Will you let me explain?

James: Brett?

Brett: Forget everything I said before. Forget us.

I tried to forget her…until she walked into my office, begging to get signed.

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Her body was leaning into mine, shivering from the air-conditioning vent blowing right above her. I pointed the air in the opposite direction, and my other hand went into her hair, pulling her face toward mine.

“A couple of miles,” I hissed against her lips, parting them for me.

The cranberry juice she’d mixed with her vodka tasted so fucking sweet on her tongue. If she gave me any more of it, I was going to shred her dress right here, dip my face between her legs, and lick her cunt.

Fuck, I couldn’t wait to taste that pussy and see if it was as sweet as the juice.

This driver needed to step on it.

I wasn’t a patient man.

As if she sensed that, she pulled back just a little, and I bit into her bottom lip, holding it, tugging it, before I said, “I’m going to fucking devour you.” Finally releasing her, I turned my attention to her neck, smelling, kissing, gnawing the skin that led to her ear.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, and she tried to slide her fingers through the slots between the buttons of my shirt.

She went lower, brushing back and forth across my cock, and that was when I shackled her wrists in my hand.

“Please,” she whined.

“You’re going to get it all fucking night; don’t you worry.”

We pulled into the front of my high-rise and came to a stop, and I opened the back door.

“I’ve got it, sir,” the driver said.

“I’m good,” I replied, sliding James into my arms and carrying her out.

The doorman didn’t greet me by name, a sign that he was new, but held the door open for us, and I took us through the lobby and into the elevator.

James’s tongue traced the outline of my ear as I pressed the button for my floor and settled us against the back wall.

“Make it hurry,” she breathed.

My thoughts were the same.

When we got to my floor, I rushed us down the short hallway and waved my fob over the reader. It clicked as it unlocked, and I brought us into the bedroom, setting James on her feet right by the bed.

I stood in front of her and said, “Turn around.”

I waited until her back faced me, and then I kissed across it while I lowered the zipper at the same time. She turned again when I was done, and she let the dress fall to the floor.

The only thing she wore now was the pair of black heels.

No bra, no panties.

I leaned back to admire her body. She had tits that were no bigger than my palms, nipples that were small and hard, and a bare pussy with the sweetest fucking clit at the top.

“Jesus Christ,” I moaned. She went to take the heels off, and I said, “Hell no. Keep them on.”

I looped my finger into the Windsor knot and pulled it loose. Before I had it off, James fisted both ends of my tie and used them to pull me toward her. The movement caused my lips to slam against hers, and the tie slithered down my chest, followed by the buttons from my shirt that she had torn apart.

She wanted my cock.

She was getting my tongue first.

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Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.

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