SEPTEMBER ENDS

 

 

By

 

Hunter S. Jones & an Anonymous English Poet

 

Overweight and dull. That’s how I felt.

 

My grandfather and brother died. I hid inside a black cave deep in my soul, numbed for a decade on meds, booze, and bad love, married to my glorious career.

 

My name is Liz Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, and this is my story.

 

One hot summer I fell hopelessly in love with successful attorney, Peter William Hendrix III, from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We bonded because of Shelley and Keats. Pete introduced me to the works of modern English poet, Jack O. Savage, It was like The Poet was drawing us together through his blogs and poems, like he had a message for my life and my love with Pete Hendrix.

I lived it in my heart and soul.

 

It all went tragically wrong once I learned Pete’s secret.

 

As September ends I jet to London, England with an unstable mind and a broken heart. Pete Hendrix betrayed me big time. There was no time for revenge. My life was a kaleidoscope of stabbing shards of pain.

 

London ignored me. Maybe I didn't exist. I was lost and lonely in a flat in Kensington.

I hear that Jack O. Savage will make a rare public appearance. I wrangle an invitation to the art gallery where he is reading. I was curious. Somehow, he was the cause of my trouble.

The rock-star-with-words was even more damaged than I.

 

Jack O.Savage, The Poet became my friend.

Then, an unexpected kiss at a county fair on a perfect English summer's day changed everything forever. Jack the man became my lover.

Magic.

My elusive dream of a lifelong love began.

If Pete was what I'd always wanted, Jack was what I always needed.

The mystery unraveled as the kaleidoscope of my broken life evolved and I found myself living a rainbow of perfect bliss.

 

 Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.

 

September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.

 

September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love

 because love happens when we least expect it.

 

 

My Review (some spoiling involved):

Was given this book by author for honest review as part of book tour. This book left me with mixed emotions. The transitions between the poetry, chats, and normal text was a little confusing for me to follow at first. I did eventually get the hang of it. At one point I was wondering aloud how can she (Liz) not tell that he (Pete) is stringing her along. {I actually think that's a sign of a good story as I'm getting involved with the characters.} She gets smacked in the face with the truth and in a sense runs away to the place of her dreams. She then meets the love of her life (Jack) and one would hope to live happily ever after. So not the case but since I don't want to spoil all the surprises I'll leave you to read and find out.  



“What’s Left of Me” by Amanda Maxlyn. 

 

 



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Book Title: What’s Left of Me

Author: Amanda Maxlyn

Release date: December 13, 2013

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Book Summary:

 

Life works in mysterious ways.

Four years ago I became known as the girl with cancer.

 I refuse to cry.

And I refuse to give in.

A relationship with a man is the last thing I’m looking for right now, but one night with Parker changes everything. He is persistent, and he knows what he wants. Me.

He doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile.

But he doesn’t know, and I’m not ready to tell him.

What if it changes everything?

Tragedy found me when I was seventeen.

Love found me when I was twenty-one.

My name is Aundrea McCall, and this is my journey. 

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Teaser

I’m grateful when I reach the door to the ladies room that there isn’t anyone around. I reach for the handle when I hear from behind me, “Not going to use the men’s room again?” I know that sexy voice. It’s the same one as earlier this evening in this same area.

With my heart picking up pace, I turn around smiling sweetly, “No, I’m going to sit down and pee this time.” My smile spreads a little wider and I say a silent thanks to sweet baby Jesus for letting me find my voice this time.

He doesn’t respond. He just steps closer to me with the corner of his lips spreading upward.

I don’t breathe.

I can’t breathe. Not when he is this close.

God he smells amazing. Like a mixture of spice and mint. Maybe a hint of beer too. It's the type of scent that would awaken a primal desire within any female, and good God do I feel awakened.

“You ran off before I could thank you for the dance earlier.” No, thank you. His voice is a faint whisper and his face is now so close that our noses are almost touching. I glance down at his very attractive red lips just as the corners of his mouth move up into the most beautiful smile. Shit. He knows I’m looking at his lips.

I’m transfixed by him. In this very moment, I would do whatever he said or answer to any name he called; even if it was one of those fluffy names like baby or princess. All I can think about is the desire flowing through my body for those lips to be on mine. I would take him in this hallway. There I said it. Or, did I think it?

Do something.

Anything!

I look back at his lips.

I lick my own.

I can’t think about anything but wanting to feel his lips against mine. All thoughts go out the window of me not being able to pick up a man at a bar. I don’t care, but I will say any cheesy pick up line if it means I get to go home with him.

I know he’s watching me. He has to be thinking about my lips too because just then his tongue comes out licking his own. I try to think of something else to do, but nothing comes to mind. I feel him close the distance between us. He puts a finger under my chin for the second time tonight lifting my face so I’m looking right into his eyes. Without taking his eyes off mine he speaks in a quiet, low, raspy whisper, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Without waiting for my permission, his lips crash down against mine. He takes my top lip into his mouth tugging ever so gently. I let out a soft moan as his tongue lightly traces my lips- tasting me. I can smell the fresh mint and beer off his breath and all I can think about is tasting it. I grab his neck brining him closer -opening my mouth- inviting him in. He groans as I wrap my arms around his neck running my hands through his hair.

Shit, if I die tomorrow, I can die a happy woman knowing this was my last kiss.

His tongue enters my mouth and I meet it with my own. He reaches down to lift me up and I let him. I wrap my legs around his waist just as he slams my back against the wall in the corner of the hallway. There’s a rush of pain that shoots down my legs causing me to cry out. He must take that as a cry of pleasure because he kisses me harder.

I feel my dress rise all the way to my waist exposing myself for anyone that walks by. My head falls back against the wall and he immediately starts kissing down my chin to my neck, then up to my earlobe bringing it into his mouth biting down. “Do you want to get out of here?” He whispers so softly into my ear I almost don’t think I hear him correctly. When he asks me again I just nod in agreement. Afraid if I were to say anything it wouldn’t be yes, and I really want it to be yes.

Setting me down, he runs his hands over my dress laying it back into place, then grabs my hand and starts speed walking away heading towards the red exit sign.

What’s Left of Me. Copyright 2013. Amanda Maxlyn. Unedited and Subject to Change.

About Amanda Maxlyn:

 

 

 

 

I am the mother of two little boys, married to the love of my life, and living in one of the smallest towns in Minnesota. When I’m not chasing or cleaning up after my boys (yes, all three), I can be found writing or snuggled up with my kindle, a glass of wine, and spending time with my fictional friends and family.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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SEPTEMBER ENDS

 

 

By

 

Hunter S. Jones & an Anonymous English Poet

 

Overweight and dull. That’s how I felt.

 

My grandfather and brother died. I hid inside a black cave deep in my soul, numbed for a decade on meds, booze, and bad love, married to my glorious career.

 

My name is Liz Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, and this is my story.

 

One hot summer I fell hopelessly in love with successful attorney, Peter William Hendrix III, from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We bonded because of Shelley and Keats. Pete introduced me to the works of modern English poet, Jack O. Savage, It was like The Poet was drawing us together through his blogs and poems, like he had a message for my life and my love with Pete Hendrix.

I lived it in my heart and soul.

 

It all went tragically wrong once I learned Pete’s secret.

 

As September ends I jet to London, England with an unstable mind and a broken heart. Pete Hendrix betrayed me big time. There was no time for revenge. My life was a kaleidoscope of stabbing shards of pain.

 

London ignored me. Maybe I didn't exist. I was lost and lonely in a flat in Kensington.

I hear that Jack O. Savage will make a rare public appearance. I wrangle an invitation to the art gallery where he is reading. I was curious. Somehow, he was the cause of my trouble.

The rock-star-with-words was even more damaged than I.

 

Jack O.Savage, The Poet became my friend.

Then, an unexpected kiss at a county fair on a perfect English summer's day changed everything forever. Jack the man became my lover.

Magic.

My elusive dream of a lifelong love began.

If Pete was what I'd always wanted, Jack was what I always needed.

The mystery unraveled as the kaleidoscope of my broken life evolved and I found myself living a rainbow of perfect bliss.

 

 Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.

 

September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.

 

September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love

 because love happens when we least expect it.

 

 

My Review (some spoiling involved):

Was given this book by author for honest review as part of book tour. This book left me with mixed emotions. The transitions between the poetry, chats, and normal text was a little confusing for me to follow at first. I did eventually get the hang of it. At one point I was wondering aloud how can she (Liz) not tell that he (Pete) is stringing her along. {I actually think that's a sign of a good story as I'm getting involved with the characters.} She gets smacked in the face with the truth and in a sense runs away to the place of her dreams. She then meets the love of her life (Jack) and one would hope to live happily ever after. So not the case but since I don't want to spoil all the surprises I'll leave you to read and find out.  



Love Interrupted 9/22-10/1

 

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17974784-love-interrupted

Blurb:
Logan Brooks and Andrew Eastin shared a once in a lifetime love. After losing her parents and overcoming many obstacles, she could not handle the possibility of losing him, too. She loved him enough to walk away, for both of their sakes.
As tragedy strikes again, Logan is on a downward spiral. Andrew knows she needs protection from herself, and he needs to love her through it, even if only from a distance. 
When fate intervenes and allows them a second chance at love, will Logan and Andrew risk it? The Attraction is undeniable. The sexual tension, relentless. She is everything he has ever wanted. He sweeps her off her feet, renewing all that was lost.
Andrew promised her forever, but can words ever be enough? Can love prevail when life has different plans—bringing on more pain and emotions than imaginable? When lies and deceit corrupt the one thing sacred to them, plans will be ruined, promises will be broken, and hearts will be shattered.
What happens when the unknown threatens all of their dreams? Will Logan and Andrew survive their love, interrupted?


Teasers:

Love Interrupted by A.J. Warner

Excerpts

#1

He gently tipped my head back and lightly placed his mouth over mine. I felt a cool rush of liquid flow into my mouth, and drip past my bottom lip. Reflexively, my tongue shot out again, and met with his. He proceeded to slowly lap up the wayward wine, nipping, and kissing his way back up to my mouth. I shivered. Heat was pooling at my center. His lips found mine. As our tongues engaged in a dance, intertwining and caressing, his hand slowly trailed up my thigh, ushering my dress up with it. He placed his other hand at the nape of my neck. Our kiss was slow, and intimate. He was taking his time exploring my mouth. I could hear the sound of running water in the distance, maybe a stream of some sort. I was not sure but it only added to the intense moment. Andrew let out a slight growl, the sexiest sound I had ever heard.

In response, I moaned into his mouth, and Andrew lowered us both to the ground. I found myself lying on my back, feeling him hovering over me. Our mouths never parted, his hands never left my body. The kiss grew deep, intensifying with each movement. Gently grazing up the side of my thigh, his hand slowly found the elastic band to my panties and he gently slid a finger along the edge. Instantly my stomach clenched at the tingling sensation blazing across it. My breath caught when he reached the spot just below my navel. Still blind folded, my pulse quickened, and every sense in my body heightened. I needed to see his face, wanted to see him looking at me. Within seconds, I felt the blindfold slip over the top of my forehead. He took his mouth from mine long enough to look at me, another silent understanding. I was lost in him, taken away from everything but us. We were all tongues, and hands, both working in perfect unison. It was a full on make-out session. The kind that you live for when you’re sixteen; the kind that sends butterflies scurrying in your stomach. Intense sensation engulfed my entire being. I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh, and as I lifted my hips beneath him, he slowly pulled himself away from me.

#2

My knees slammed down onto the cold, hard ground. The first tear of many silently rolled down my face. My reason for being just walked out, leaving me shattered on the floor. Knowing she could walk away so easily ripped me apart. I wept uncontrollably as the realization of my sudden loss consumed me. I didn't give a shit where I was, who was staring, or what was going on around me. In all honesty, those details were the furthest things from my mind. All I could focus on was the pain—the gut wrenching pain. Never in my life had I felt such devastating agony. My entire world, four years, dissipated in less than three minutes. I could not think of a reason as to why she would do it, no signs, no warnings—nothing. I startled as I felt arms wrap around me, helping me to my feet. I prayed for it to be her, but deep down I knew it wasn’t. I was shocked as to whose face I found when I looked up, but willingly went into her embrace.

#3

An agonizing high-pitched cry pierced my ears, and I shook with the realization that it was my own. “No. No. No.” The repetitive words flowed over, and over. This could not be happening. Why? I tried to regain my composure and find my strength, but it was useless. The uncontrollable, yet silent, sobs kept coming.

His dark long locks were gone from where they had to shave his head to insert the shunt. His olive skin was now purple and red. I could not even tell where his mouth began or ended, his face swollen beyond recognition.

#4

 I could feel the breath slowly, forcefully, leaving my body. I was like a balloon deflating, losing air, losing its shape; no longer what it once was. I slid to the floor, my head fell in my hands and I cursed myself.

#5

Time stood still. Every emotion, every self-inflicted pain, every heartbreaking memory surfaced. The frantic pulsating in my ears, the overwhelming loudness of the silence, the fear, the hurt, the anger, and the confusion: everything fused into one action packed sucker punch. A glutton for punishment, I remembered his uncle’s words, “She turned down his proposal.” She turned him down? She seemed to be the one stalking him. My eyes remained focused on the elevator, my mind fading in and out. I was completely baffled. Then like an old fashioned slideshow, everything flashed before my eyes. The rumors, the pictures, the stories, it was all coming together. Everything was clear. He didn’t have only a few encounters with Maya. They had a relationship.

#6

He slowly began to trace the outline of my breast with his finger. I couldn’t speak, just gave a slow nod, keeping my eyes on his. I was at the intersection, of “oh shit” and “please don’t stop” when Andrew lifted off me and began unbuttoning my shirt. Still eyeing me as if he needed continued approval, he slowly worked his way down. Following every undone button, he placed a slow soft kiss on my bare skin. Once he finished, he pushed the shirt open, and stared in admiration. Andrew had never seen me bare. Ever. He brought his mouth to my breast, and slowly took it in. I gasped at the foreign yet wonderful feeling. He flicked his tongue across my nipple then moved to the other one. His hands were making their way to my lacy panties. He slid his finger across them, slightly brushing the skin on my lower stomach. My eyes closed, and I arched my back, preparing for what came next.

Dream Cast

 

 

Character Interview (Andrew)

I am sitting down today with Andrew Eastin so glad you could join me.

Andrew: Thank you for having me.

Obviously we know your name but tell us who are you, where do you work?

Andrew: I’m just a guy who knows what he wants and goes after it. I am the CEO of Eastin Global in Atlanta Georgia.

 What is your favorite part about your job?

Andrew: The thing I love most about my job is that we are able to work with over seventy five various charities, two of which are very dear to my family. We are able to help children and families across the globe.

Being involved in all those charities, you must spend quite a bit of time in the public eye. As a matter of fact, I have it on good authority that you are Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor.  

Andrew: Too much attention is drawn but I try to remain as private as possible, which in turn only stirs rumors. Labeling me as Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor is flattering, but it isn’t quite accurate. My heart definitely belongs to someone.

Then, do you have a lot of unwanted attention because of that? Like a stalker? Any threatening notes or psycho chicks breaking into your house in the middle of the night?

Andrew: (definitely uncomfortable) There is quite a bit of unwanted attention as well. There is always at least one crazy chick right? Occasionally I have to distance myself from all of it. As I stated before I try to stay out of the limelight as much as possible. Sometimes I just need to go to a remote spot and just be.   

Is there a certain spot?

Andrew: There is. Very remote. We stumbled upon it long ago while hiking. It’s absolutely stunning. Peaceful. Fields of bright flowers, with a small stream. You can’t help but just take it all in.

Who is we?

Andrew: Someone I have known…forever.

Would that be Logan Brookes?

Andrew: No Comment

Or maybe Maya Reed?

(Agitated) Next Question.

Ok, is there a significant other in your life?

Andrew: Technically no. It’s, well it’s complicated to say the least.

Well what do you look for in a woman and what is your ideal date?

Andrew: In a woman I like inner beauty, a little cliché but a woman who puts others before herself is sexy. I look for honesty, and loyalty. As for an ideal date…a romantic dinner along the beach. Star gazing for hours on end, and just being able to focus on the person I’m with.

That sounds like something you have actually experienced before, and something you would do with someone you love. So does that mean Mr. Bachelor does believe in that emotion?

Andrew: It’s one of the emotions that definitely reigns over me.

And another?

Guilt.

I see…in closing are there any words of wisdom you’d like to impart on our followers? Perhaps to help avoid being reigned by guilt?

Andrew: The things you think you are doing in the dark, will come to light. Just keep that in mind. 

Top Five Movies

1. The Host
2. Footloose
3. Identity Thief
4. Dirty Dancing 
5. Cocktail

Top Five Book Series

1. Emi Lost and Found Series
2. Dark Duet Series
3. Consequences, Truth
4. Too Far Series
5. Slammed, Point of Retreat

Top Five Destinations

1. Jamaica
2. Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
3. Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia
4. Steamboat Springs Colorado
5. Topsail Island, North Carolina

 


Author Links

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Bio:

A.J. was born and raised in Amarillo, Texas. Four years ago, she relocated to the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her husband and four wonderful children, Hayden (15), Jacob (13), Riley (11), and Isaiah (10).

A.J. is passionate about working with people with disabilities, and has a long time love of working with munchkins. She currently owns and operates a childcare facility in North Central Texas.

When she is not busy breaking up fights about who is mom’s favorite, or who ate the last bowl of Fruity Pebbles, A.J. enjoys reading and writing. She also likes chatting and laughing with her book club friends. Love Interrupted is her first book and she is currently working on her second and third novels.

Author Interview:

What sparked your interest in becoming a romance writer? 

I’ve always written, but put it on hold when I had children. My daughter actually encouraged me to pick it back up.

What was the first romance novel you read that made an impression on you?

Everyone says Fifty Shades, and I have to admit it rekindled my love for reading.

Tell us 5 surprising things about yourself.

1. I’m thirty years younger than my husband. 
2. I’m training for my first 5k. 
3. I work in a tiny closet space like Harry Potter. 
4. Some of my closest friends I’ve met online. 
5. I don’t own cowboy boots.

What is your writing environment?  

Picture Harry Potter’s closet.

One of your favorite quotes. 

It is what it is.

Who is your perfect hero? And why?

My Perfect hero, my daughter, Hayden. She’s wise beyond her years. She’s only 15 and has the heart of an angel, loves wholly, purely, and unconditionally. She constantly puts others before herself. Secretly I want to be her when I grow up.

Which authors have caught your interest lately? Why?

Althea Romig- Her books Consequences and Truth took me for a ride, and I’m dying for Convicted. MJ Carnal’s books are awesome! Then there’s Sarah Dosher’s  Haven from The Storm…LOVE! There are so many.

What type of book have you always wanted to write?

I’ve always wanted to write a murder mystery. Very twisted.

Who are your dream dinner party guests?

That’s a tough one. I’d have to say all authors, and their muses.

What’s the last movie you watched and loved? 

Safe Haven.

Top Three Things on Your Bucket List

1. Kiss my husband at the foot of the Eifel Tower
2. Surf in Hawaii, and no joke
3. make the New York Times Best Sellers list.

How did you get the idea for this particular novel?  

I had an Andrew once. I wanted to give him the life he never got to have. Not just the hearts and flowers, but the chaotic and crazy too.

What is your favorite scene in your new release? 

Definitely the sexting scene.

If you could be one of your characters - Who would you be? And why?

That’s another tough one, I would love to say Jen, because she’s strong and independent. But I’m going to have to go with Logan, because she gets to have more time with Andrew.  

Flirting Questions

Which actor or book character do you have a crush on?  

Josh Duhamel, he’s one sexy funny man.

What’s your favorite body part of the opposite sex? 

I’m going with two, arms and chest.

What does love feel like? 

Overwhelmingly emotional, extremely peaceful yet angsty. It feel intense, lumps in your throat, flutters of excitement in your tummy.

Love feels intense and overwhelming, flutters in your tummy, lumps in your throat.

Hey, baby! What’s your sign? 

Scorpio

When was your last kiss? 

This morning

What’s an absolute no-no in a relationship?

Unfaithfulness. Hands down…no cheating!

How did you meet your significant other? 

Through a family friend.  

What’s your idea of a perfect date? 

Picnic by the lake, with no one else around.

If you could take a romantic trip, where would it be?

 Paris

Do you believe in love at first sight? 

Absolutely

Flirting Quickies:

Boxers or Briefs?  

Boxers

  

Facial hair or clean shaven? 

Clean shaven

Alpha or Beta? 

 Alpha

Planner or Panster? 

Panster

White wine or red? 

Red

Coffee or tea? 

Coffee

Vanilla or chocolate? 

Chocolate

Sweet or salty? 

Sweet

Sleep in or get up early? 

Sleep in 

Laptop or desktop? 

Laptop

Beach or mountains? 

Beach

Winter or summer? 

Summer

Cat or dog?

Dog

Twilight or Fifty Shades?

50

Spotlight or In the Shadows? 

Shadows

City or Country? 

A little bit of Both

Clubbing or candlelight dinner? 

Candlelight dinner

Backpacking or luxury hotel?

Hotel

Morning or night person? 

Night

Christmas or Halloween?

Christmas

Optimist or pessimist? 

Optimist

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