Save Me From Myself
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Drawn to Lyric despite her inability to trust, he’ll do anything to own her heart.
Will secrets and misunderstandings send Lyric running again? Or will David finally save her from herself?
Excerpt:
I
watch him as he walks away from me, realizing that even though I’ve only known
him a couple of weeks, I’m falling in love with him. So much for that “no
relationships” vow I made before moving here. He’s stomped all over it. I just
hope he doesn’t stomp all over my heart.
Anna’s
arm wraps around my waist, startling me, and she looks as me with narrowed
eyes. “What?” I ask her.
“You
have total sex hair. Did he screw you into the wall? Or was it his desk?” She
is completely serious, and my hands fly up to check my hair.
“I
do not have sex hair, Anna!” I respond as I glare at her. “Besides,
there was no actual sex. Against the wall or otherwise.”
She
fixates on the word “actual”, practically yelling in my ear, “That means there
was something! Come on, you have to tell me what happened! He was
staring at you from the bar while you were dancing, and I swear, I
almost flooded my panties!”
Jesus
Christ, this girl is crude! “Anna! What the hell?”
“What?”
she asks, trying to look innocent, “You know he’s freaking sex on a stick!
Especially when he’s looking at you that way. I wish a guy would look at me
like that.”
“Like
what?” I can’t believe I just asked her that. I’m not sure I even want
to know. Oh, who am I kidding, I desperately want to know!
Anna
rolls her eyes, she knows exactly what I’m doing. “Like you’re every birthday
and Christmas present he never thought to ask for,” she sighs. My smile is huge
because that’s exactly how I feel about him.
“Sometimes,
I don’t know how he can be real. He’s pretty much the perfect guy, Anna. How
could he possibly want me?”
She
just looks at me. “You’re so stupid, Lyric.” I stiffen, but she continues, “Why
wouldn’t he want you? You’re funny, smart, loving. The list is pretty much
endless. He’s be crazy not to. And he doesn’t strike me as crazy.”
David
looks up to see us both staring at him and raises an eyebrow. Anna just grins
and waves. He smiles back, then, shaking his head he goes back to helping
customers at the bar.
Never Wanted More
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1.5
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Peyton Williams is spoiled, entitled and a little too stuck up.
Wyatt Parker is the boy from the wrong side of town. Spending this semester tutoring a friends snobby roommate wasn’t what he envisioned, but Peyton quickly gets under his skin.
Peyton never wanted more until she met Wyatt, but is she willing to be what he needs?
Excerpt:
Wyatt
keeps his hand on the small of my back while we walk inside and doesn't remove
it until after we've gone to the counter to pay. While we're waiting for our
turn on the go-karts, he starts telling me how to operate one.
"The
trick with go-karts is to not jerk the wheel. Just be smooth and keep from
putting the kart in a bind. In other words, hold your line fairly straight,
turn as little as possible but still make the turn as close as possible to the
inside."
He's
completely serious when he says this but all I can do is gape at him. Those
instructions made no sense whatsoever to me, but since I'm pretending like I
know exactly what's going on, I nod my head and tell him, "I've got this.
Are you ready to get your ass handed to you pretty boy?"
Wyatt
steps back, "Pretty boy? I'm no pretty boy babe. If you only knew how
untrue that nickname is."
"Untrue?
You are a pretty boy. Look at you Wyatt, It's Sunday, you're wearing a
button-up collared shirt and nice jeans. I'm wearing yoga pants and a
sweatshirt. I bet your mom still picks out your clothes doesn't she?"
Lifting
an eyebrow, he leans closer to me and says, "Peyton, no one picks out my
clothes but me. However, if you'd like to apply for the position, I'll gladly
let you play dress up with me."
Oh he knows
how to push my buttons. Placing my hands on his very solid chest, I push him
back. I'm not stupid; I know he let me push him back. He's so much taller, and
so muscular, I know he could have easily stayed all up in my space but he moves
back until we're no longer touching.
"You're
an asshole, ya know that?" Gah, just when I think that maybe I should take
Scarlett's advice, he shows his true colors and I remember why I don't want to
like him.
He has
a huge smirk on his face when he replies, "Whatever. C'mon pretty girl.
Let's put your money where your mouth is."
Ugh. I
just want to slap that smirk off his face. "Money? Who said we were
playing for money?"
"It's
just an expression, Peyton. We aren't playing for money." I start to
relax, but his next words make me tense right back up, "We're playing for
information."
"Information?
What kind of information?" My voice actually squeaks at the end of the
sentence. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. What kind of information could he
possibly be interested in?
Wyatt
grins, but it's not exactly friendly. It's more the smile a predator has right
before it goes in for the kill, "Whomever wins gets to ask a question. The
loser has to answer. You can't take a pass, there are no dares, just honest
answers."
I'm now
backed into a corner. I acted like I could beat him at these races, but I've
never so much as sat down in a go-kart, let alone tried to drive one. If I back
out now though, he'll think I'm a coward and I'll never live it down. Raising
my chin, I agree to his terms and his smile widens. Shit. I'm so screwed.
Everything I Shouldn’t
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 2
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Now my life is full of secrets. The people around me have been affected by the choices I’ve made and the lies I’ve told. But what will they do when they discover the biggest secret of them all?
Jeremy is everything I shouldn’t want, and the person I can’t live without.
Excerpt:
Leaning
in close, making sure to keep eye contact with him, I growl, "You better
bring her straight home after prom. I was your age not that long ago, and the
last thing you're going to do is take SarahBeth to an unsupervised prom after
party. She better come home in the same condition I'm sending her with you in.
You get me?"
"Y-y-y-yes
sir," Jordan stammers, clearly flustered. "I'll bring her right home,
I promise."
I smile
evilly, "Good. Thank you Jordan. I knew I could count on you."
Our
conversation finishes just in time for SB to start down the stairs to meet us.
As she reaches the bottom, I'm pretty sure Jordan and I have the same
dumbstruck expression on our faces. In addition to the way her body looks in
that pink dress, she’s curled her hair and put makeup on. She looks like an
angel and my heart is beating double time in my chest. When SB sees Jordan, her
entire face lights up, and my hands tighten into fists at my sides. Jealousy
isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with, and it’s fucking with my head. The only
thought going through my mind right now is that she shouldn't be looking at him
that way, it should be me. I’m the only one she’s ever looked at that
way. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind lately, all I can think about is
this tiny slip of a girl who isn’t even eighteen.
Jesus
Christ. I need to
hold it together, but I have no idea how to do that. She is seventeen-fucking-years-old,
and I’m twenty-eight. If it were anyone else having thoughts like this about
her, I'd beat the ever-loving shit out of them, yet here I am thinking things
that no man should think about someone her age. It’s making me crazy. I am only
human, but the emotions I feel whenever I think about her, see her, smell her,
make me the worst kind of bastard.
Everything I Need
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 3
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends.
Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets – and her secret just might change everything.
Excerpt:
Hope can be both
wonderful and awful, but the death of hope is just plain painful. That
day I began seriously doubting Jeremy’s love for me. I just couldn’t believe
that after everything he was choosing not to see me, rejecting me once
more. Jeremy had become my everything... even though he’s everything I
shouldn’t have. He is the first and only man I’ve ever loved, my only lover,
more my best friend than Livvie and yet he continues to turn me away. It makes
me doubt every single thing we’ve ever been to each other.
Her eyes widen slightly
in recognition, she remembers me. That will make the rejection even more
humiliating if she tells me I’m still on Jeremy’s “don’t want to see” list.
“Can I help you?” Her voice is so snotty. The condescending way she’s speaking
to me makes me want to yank her obvious extensions out and claw her eyes out
with my now non-existent nails.
I open my mouth to tell
her I’m here to see him when the voice I’ve been dying to hear asks in
disbelief, “SarahBeth?” Squeezing my eyes shut, I turn to face him. When I open
them, Jeremy’s the only thing I see. I soak in the sight of him, dressed in a
navy blue suit, wearing his square black glasses and looking like he’s not
shaved in a couple days, I say nothing; finally being in his presence has
rendered me speechless.
“What are you doing
here?” He asks, his voice is stern, his eyes hard and cold and completely
different from the Jeremy I know. He doesn’t make a move to touch me, but I can’t
keep myself from moving closer to him. My heart breaks a little when he steps
back, keeping the distance between us.
Giving him what I hope is
a reassuring smile, I say, “I came to talk to you. I need to talk to
you. I’m…” my voice breaks and my hand goes to my heart, an unconscious act of
self- protection. “I’m so sorry for everything. For not...“
“Stop.” Jeremy holds up a
hand, looking around us at the curious audience we are attracting. The tension
between us is obvious, and everyone likes a real life soap opera.
Suddenly self-conscious,
and fully aware that he’s not the person who likes his personal business out
there for the world to see, I ask, “Can we talk for a minute? I’ll go anywhere
you want.” I’m close to begging, terrified this isn’t going to end well. He
doesn’t say a word, just nods as he gestures to the hallway where I know his
office is.
As we walk past the
reception desk, the girl behind it glares at me. It’s immature of me, but the
nerves fluttering in my stomach and the insecurity I’m feeling comes out as
snark. “Guess I don’t need your help after all.” Her glare deepens and I hear
Jeremy sigh behind me.
“Behave yourself,
SarahBeth.” Then, he says to her, “Hold my calls until I tell you otherwise,
okay Tonya?” She nods, smiling widely up at him as he follows me back to his
office in a way that makes me want to shank her. I hate feeling jealous over
other women. It just reminds me where we were a few short weeks ago. He doesn’t
speak, doesn’t touch me, just follows along behind me, the small distance
between us feels insurmountable.
Pretending He’s You
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 4
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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About Stacey Mosteller
Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series. She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore - not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she's supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify!
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