Book Blitz: Beneath it all by Rani Rhymes

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Book Title: Beneath it All 
Author: Rani L. Rhyes 
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: December 24, 2013 


It’s hard to find someone that you’re meant to be with, unless of course you’re not looking. Tess Hammons is a troubled girl, trying daily to overcome the problems that have left her heart, among other things, scathed and scarred many years ago. After three horrific encounters with the opposite sex, she concludes that all men are dogs from hell, sent here to bring her back to the depths with them. No one could talk her out of her gloom and doom, but a handsome devil called Lust himself, better known as Avery Woodham might be able to penetrate it. When Avery, who makes her insides tingle with a longing like never before, penetrates her surface and refuses to leave, Tess is forced to open up. Avery’s spell has a hold on her and no matter how much she pushes him away to protect herself, the snap back response from him is something uncanny. Read, as Avery cracks her shell and finds the woman hidden beneath it all.


Chapter 1
Avery “Fuck you Shade! I didn’t ask for this and frankly I think we wasted too much time going back and forth, like we have…I can’t even imagine counting the days I’ve dealt with this bullshit,” I was fuming my rage had reached an all-time high as she looked at me with wide doe eyes. Sure I never talked to her like that and I had been all too forgiving, given the fact that she never ever changed a decimal of the amount she always said she would. No matter your home training, everyone has a trigger and she had pushed mine, a little too hard. Her hands shot to her face to avert the sting that my words threw at her. Sure she cried and wanted me to take it back like I always did, but this wasn’t the night and I wasn’t the one anymore. “Don’t give me this Rust. I promise I’ll…” Her voice cracked. “Don’t bother,” I cut her off, making the shock in her eyes pool over with more tears. “Just leave” I opened her car door and started the ignition before taking a few steps back, allowing her to get in. She couldn’t even look at me, I know I probably crossed the line a mile back, but I wasn’t about to stop, not until I knew this was over and never coming back. She sat down in the drivers’ seat with her feet on the curb, her shoulders slumped and her natural wild ringlets of curls falling around her. I could hear her whimper something but the surroundings were too loud to make out what was said. Bracing myself on the side door, I let my rage cool over with a hint of compassion. Shade was a beautiful girl. She just had too many demons that she wasn’t quite ready to battle. And I wasn’t going to become one of them. I knelt down and moved her hair behind her ear so that I could gaze into her brown, autumn colored eyes. Immediately she turned from me… Shit was she hyperventilating? I huffed a breath before speaking. “Look at me Shade.” “Don’t call me that.” She failed trying to control her breathing as she was still avoiding my gaze. I didn’t want to acknowledge that that had burned my heart, since I enjoyed calling her that for years. She looked like shade on a beautiful summer day, always refreshing and cool. Her smoky brown skin and almond shaped eyes and full pouty lips only made this harder. But that nickname fit perfectly and she knew it. “Look you have to know, this isn’t personal. You just have to figure out what it is that I haven’t been able to help you with. I can’t battle your problems for you, trust me I’ve tried. We,” I motioned my hand between her and me. “Can’t let this happen anymore. I’m sorry.” I pulled her chin to face me so I could look into her eyes one more time before walking away. When she turned back to me her makeup was running and her eyes were glazed. I knew I’d broken her, but it had to be done. Her face was straight and as sullen as I’ve ever seen it and I could slowly regain enough senses to notice the faint smell of booze surrounding us. “Shit, have you been drinking?” She shrugged her shoulders letting them fall lazily as she turned to put her feet in the car. I quickly reached in front of her and stopped the car so I could run inside and get her a ride home. Shade never drank before, so that proved that tonight had been the ultimate upset. The last thing I needed to have was a guilty conscious, letting her drive off in the state I just put her in. I ran my hands through my hair and stood up before turning around. “I’ll be right back. Imma’ get Hunter to drive ya’ home.” And with that I walked away. The music was blaring and the house was in full swing from the party. It took roughly twenty minutes to find Hunter and when I did he was just as lit as Shade. Apparently they had been cramming shots down everyone’s mouths today in the good name of celebration. I walked further into the room to see if anyone was there that wasn’t half wasted. “Well look at what the cat drug in, Rust!” Clay threw his hands in the air and everyone in the room did the same after acknowledging I was there. I shook my head and turned to look elsewhere. “Whoa brother, where’s the fire?” I looked to see Clay looking at me. I had to yell to respond. “I need to find a ride for Shade.” “You still with that bitch?” “Hey now, don’t call her that she just has some things to take care of.” “I can give her something to take care of alright.” Clay held his fist out for me to bump. Shaking my head I just turned to leave. He followed behind me. “Hey man, I’m sorry about that. I’m just foolin’ around." “Well I ain’t got time for that shit, seriously I need to find her a ride and no I’m not with her anymore.” “I can take her home.” I cut my eyes at Clay before turning down my brow, “A sober ride Clay, don’t be an ass.” “Dude I’m sober I wouldn’t offer otherwise. Plus I need to make an alcohol run. They’re blowing through this shit like sand.” “Fine, just take her home and I’ll see you back here.” I handed him the keys before finding myself another beer. I needed something to take the pain away because no matter how fed up I was with her, I still wanted to be her Knight. “Ay! Is she out front?” I nodded my head in return and twisted off the cap before chugging the whole thing. Yeah I know I told her I’d be right back, but personally I couldn’t face her anymore. I couldn’t look at her heart shaped face and not want to give in, yet again. I grabbed a six pack of beer before walking to the back room and settling on the couch. This was yet another night turned sour due to this shit. My mind raced as the music played and the room spun. I needed to get my shit together. I don’t know how long I sat there brooding over the whole situation before I snapped and threw my bottle at the wall. It shattered causing everyone to turn toward me. “What the fuck man?” “Leave him alone Chase, I’ll get it in the mornin’. Your place was a mess before this shit happened” Clay gestured to the broken glass. “Let’s go Rust, now before this gets any worse.” I stood up I didn’t think it could get any worse, if I had lost my cool like this, then this was already past any degree of self-control that I had held. I opened the chest and grabbed another beer on my way out the door. I’d gotten half way through chugging it before it was snatched outta my hands. Chase stood there pouring out my beer. “I think you’ve had enough.” I tried to snatch it from him but he smashed the bottle on the sidewalk before I could get my hands on it. “Get in the car, man. Cause this ain’t you.” Somewhere in my mind I knew he was right, this wasn’t me but maybe it was the person I had become. This was the asshole that I usually kept at bay and now he was let loose like a wild animal that had been caged for the latter part of its life. “Fuck you, you don’t know shit about me man. You think you do.” I spat at him with as much venom as I could muster. “You all fucking think Avery is a fucking saint and I don’t have the balls to let loose.” “We don’t think, we know how you are man.” Clay was trying to reason while I was releasing my explosion of rage. I jumped in Clay’s face ready to start a brawl on the sidewalk. I couldn’t believe he was trying to tell me about myself. “What the fuck does that mean?” I was inches from his face with a tension in my muscles that I needed to ease. I was tired of holding back. If they think they knew me, then maybe they’ll think again…with that I swung and I was pretty sure I busted his jaw as I felt a crack through my knuckles. Clay stumbled back with heat fuming in his eyes as he lunged back at me. I landed a few more punches, cutting his lip and making an amazing shiner on his right side, before I was pulled off by one of my brothers. “Let me go.” I spat, straightening my shirt and tugging away from the crowd that had formed around us. Clay had spit something into the ground before yelling at me while I stormed off. “I was only trying to help your punk ass, but if this is the thanks I get. Fuck you! Fuck you Rust! You talk about Shade but you got shit yourself that you need to handle…Let ‘im go.” Were the last words that I heard before I rounded the corner to the apartment complex. I lived a few blocks away but wasn’t about to go home looking like this so I just walked around toward nowhere in particular, trying to cover the pain and anger that pumped through every vein in my body.

  Meet the Author

Rani finds herself at home in Sweet Home Alabama. Fast approaching her fine arts degree she released this book. Rani is a single, wild, and caring individual that has loved writing since she first found out she could. She found a comfort in reading and after discovering a style she loved, became obsessed with writing a novel of her own. Turned out this one leads the way for many more to come.

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Book Blitz: Othello (Shakespeare for Everyone Else, #2) by C.E. Wilson

Othello (Shakespeare for Everyone Else, #2)
Release Date: 2013

Summary from Goodreads:
Shakespeare’s work features some of the most memorable stories and characters ever created, yet for too many curious readers the combination of ultra-dense dialogue and unfamiliar historical settings make tackling the Bard’s work something between a tedious chore and a confusing mess of bird-bolts and quondam carpet-mongers.

While it’s nearly impossible to replicate or improve on these works, it is (thanks to their timeless nature) possible to make them more accessible to a wider audience.

In this Young Adult retelling of one of William Shakespeare’s most memorable plays, join C.E. Wilson as she breathes new life into Othello, the second book in her series Shakespeare for Everyone Else.

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Praise for the first book Much Ado About Nothing in new YA series, Shakespeare for Everyone Else:
“If you’re a fan of Shakespeare, I say, give this a go. And even if you have attempted Shakespeare, but haven’t been able to get past the language, pick up this edition and enjoy.” ~The Turning Pages~

“I definitely recommend this to all the Shakespeare lovers, especially if you're a young adult yourself, or really enjoy reading YA books.”  ~Angelic Reviews~

“The writing is beautiful, as C.E. Wilson was able to keep the poetic tone of the story. My love for YA stories has been restored!”  ~NWA Gossip Girl~

About the Author
C.E. Wilson is currently living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband and her two dogs and two cats. They are all the loves of her life. When she’s not writing young adult fantasy novels, she enjoys writing short stories on her Deviant Art page. She loves to write stories involving giants and little people (also known as GT) and nothing helps her to write more than Coca-Cola and glazed doughnut holes.

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Cover Reveal: Lost in Us by Layla Hagen

Title: Lost in Us
Author: Layla Hagen
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release date: 17th February 

Serena has learned to live with her past, locking her secrets and nightmares deep inside her. But when her boyfriend of six years abruptly leaves her, she’s catapulted back into pain, nursing a broken heart. When indulging in mountains of chocolate doesn’t work, Serena decides the best way to deal with her shattered heart is to indulge in something else. A rebound . . .

The night she swaps her usual Sprite for tequila, she meets James. The encounter is breathtaking.
And best not repeated.

James is a successful entrepreneur in Silicon Valley. A man who has amassed a fortune by taking risks. A man who has shunned commitment completely, and still does. He’s the exact opposite of Serena. But sometimes opposites attract. Sometimes they give in to burning passion. Sometimes opposites are perfect for each other.

James is everything her damaged soul could want. His kisses are intoxicating, his touch out of this world. He makes her forget. He grants her peace from her pain. But as they grow closer, Serena discovers she isn’t the only one with a past. James carries the scars of a past much darker than hers. One that has left him damaged, hurt, and wary of love. A past that gives him the power to shatter her.

Now James and Serena must find a way to mend one another. Or risk losing each other forever.

Welcome! My name is Layla Hagen and I am a New Adult Contemporary Romance author.
I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later.
I write romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world.
And I drink coffee. Lots of it, in case the photo didn’t make it obvious enough ;)

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Cover Reveal: Tricks by Cambria Hebert

10 de enero de 2014

Title: Tricks 
Series: Take It Off series (A series of stand alones) 
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance (recommended for 18+)
Author: Cambria Hebert 
Release Date: February 16, 2014 

***This is a new adult contemporary novel and contains sexual content and graphic language. It is not intended for young adult readers.***

Love can play tricks on your heart…

After serving several years in the United States Marine Corps, Sergeant Tucker Patton decides to hang up his uniform and go to work at a private investigative firm owned by his buddy. His boxes are packed and he’s got one foot out the door when a phone call changes everything.

Instead of going to North Carolina, he heads to New York City to literally step into the life of his twin brother, who died under suspicious circumstances. But pretending to be someone else isn’t easy.

Especially when the person you’re supposed to be is wanted dead.

Not only that, but he’s going from being blissfully single to living with his brother’s woman. An uptight, no-nonsense lawyer.

Charlotte Rose Carter doesn’t have time for fun and games. She graduated with honors and made all the right moves fresh out of college to jumpstart her career as a successful young lawyer. She even snagged the most eligible bachelor in New York City’s corporate world.

So what if her and Max’s relationship isn’t burning up the sheets? So what if their life doesn’t read like a chapter from a sizzling romance novel? This is the real world, and in the real world that stuff is just fantasy.

Until it isn’t.

Suddenly, just the slightest touch or a single glance from Max has her heart doing somersaults. Suddenly, the lackluster relationship begins to spark, and Charlotte finds herself tied in a knot of desire.

 But she has no idea about the tricks being played right under her perky little nose.

Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting

Cover Reveal: Unfiltered & Unknown by Payge Galvin and Lynne James

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Book Title: Unfiltered & Unknown 
Author: Payge Galvin and Lynne James 
Genre: New Adult 
Release Date: February 14, 2014 


After a night-shift shooting of a drug dealer in The Coffee Cave, thirteen strangers each walk out with more than $100,000 in dirty money, a pact never to meet again, and the chance to start over… Dillon Varga has always craved the spotlight. Now, with his newfound riches, he jumps at the chance to leave his troubled past behind and take a shot at his future. With his best friend Savanah Miller by his side, Dillon hits the neon lights of Las Vegas for a chance at a spot on the hit TV show American Voice. As they both move up in the singing competition, feelings surface between them that make both singers wonder if there might be more to life than just fame and fortune. Together they'll have to dodge the perils of celebrity judges, sexy competitors, and the truth about the past to find the one thing they desire most -- each other. ON SALE FEBRUARY 14, 2014

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Chapter 2

I wash my hair, the suds dripping down and stinging the tender skin on my forearm. The letters Adam tattooed there last night are a little less raised now, and I run my hand over the words. First there was sex, and then came death. What a crazy fucking night that was. It started as a regular Saturday, me picking up some coin singing at The Cave, a few stragglers in the café either working off their future hangovers or lurking around with nowhere else to go. Then that guy walked in and changed everything when he pulled Sugar over the counter and nailed her right in the face with his meaty fist. At first I didn’t even know who shot him in the confusion that followed, but I helped with the rest of it—cleaning up and disposing the body, giving Sugar the coke the guy had stashed in the trunk of his car and taking my share of the money. We were all in on it, and now we all have something to lose. But the money’s going to give me more than it’s going to take away. I don’t owe this town anything anymore, so never coming back here isn’t that much of a loss. I’m going to miss the guys, but the band hasn’t been doing much lately, having exhausted the campus circuit and the frat parties. It’s time to go out on my own. I’ve had the American Voice audition info bookmarked on my phone for years, watching as they travelled all over the country, never having the money or the means get there myself. Until now. This year, American Voice is filming in Vegas – 265 miles and 8 hours away on the Greyhound Bus. And this year, I’m taking my shot, packing up what little I have left and throwing it all out there. This time tomorrow, I’ll be standing on the strip watching the tourists throw down their money at the tables and getting ready for the biggest break of my life. My only job is to not fuck it up. The water’s growing lukewarm, so I shut off the shower and step out into the bathroom to the sound of my phone ringing. Still dripping, I fumble through the clothes on the floor and find it in the back pocket of my jeans. I know who it’s going to be even before I turn it over and I also know that I’m not going to answer it. There’s no point in explaining to Mr. Renfrow why I’m not coming in today. Why I’m not coming back any day. Training to be an electrician seemed like a good idea when I was a high school senior, but six years and four very large electrical shocks later, I’m over it. The money’s okay, and I feel a little guilty just bailing on him like this, but if I’m ever going to make a break for it, it’s got to be today. An hour later, I have all of my worldly belongings packed into a large backpack and the duffle bag, splitting the money between the two bags, with a few of the bundles tucked up into my guitar case for safe keeping. There are a few wire hangers still in the closet, three of them holding the hated khaki Renfrow Electrical shirts with my name embroidered over the left pocket. I don’t take any of the kitchen crap or the stuff in a lot of the drawers. My records and the ancient record player I inherited from my uncle are already at the studio, locked in the storage closet. The rent on the apartment’s paid until the end of the month, and I figure it’ll be another couple of weeks before the landlord figures out I’m gone. I’m not leaving myself any outs though—no job to come back to, no apartment in a rent-controlled stucco building. Having an out means that you don’t really believe you can make it, and I can’t afford to think that way. I set the two bags by the door—everything I own in the world in a size I can carry. I only have one last thing I need to do. Savannah usually works on Sundays, so I run a comb through my hair and grab the Gibson case. Triple-checking the deadbolt, I close the door behind me on over $100k and all of my worldly possessions. Aunt Mike’s is hopping at two o’clock on a Sunday afternoon because most college students don’t get around to breakfast until at least one o’clock on a Sunday afternoon. There’s a crowd near the patio entrance and a line leading out the door and halfway down the block. “Hey Dillon,” Alicia says as I approach, turning to give me a megawatt smile. Alicia’s always been more than nice to me, but I’ve never done anything about it because she’s too close to Savannah, and Savannah would kill me. “Hey,” I say, squeezing myself in past the throngs of sweaty, cargo-short wearing students. “Savannah’s working,” she says, not even waiting for my question. “But we’re awfully busy. She has a break in about ten minutes—want me to tell her to meet you out back?” “Yeah. Thanks.” It’s way too tough to push my way through the restaurant with a guitar on my back, so I walk around the bright yellow building to the alley that faces the tall adobe wall that separates the strip mall from the desert. There isn’t much shade out here, but the sun feels nice on my face as I lean against the wall. I’m starting to get antsy when the back screen door screeches open and Savannah walks out into the sunlight. Even in an Aunt Mike’s t-shirt and dirty black apron, Savannah is so pretty. I remember the first time I saw her singing on stage at The Hub at ASU Rio Verde. Some kind of open mic night, which is really just glorified karaoke, and out of all of the other people who got up there that night, Savannah killed it. I even remember what she was wearing—a blue and white striped sweater and a worn jean jacket that was covered by her long, wavy brown hair as she leaned over her guitar. Her voice isn’t maybe as strong as some of the divas who can belt out a ballad so loud that the nosebleed seats feel like they’re right there on stage, but it has a clarity and a purity that I haven’t heard before or since. Such a shame to see her waste it here, taking orders for eggs and bacon. I wanted Savannah bad that night, and many nights since then, but she’s made it perfectly clear that I’m not her type, and I’ve been put squarely in the friend-zone since that first night. After all this time, I’m not exactly sure what her type is, but at least I got her to sit in with the band a few times. Savannah walks over and gives me a quick hug before sliding down the wall to sit on the dusty asphalt, her black Docs peeking out from her green khaki pants. Nobody in the history of the world does casual as sexy as she can. “God, I hate weekends,” she says, a strand of hair escaping from the loose knot on top of her head and trailing across her face. I want to reach out and touch it, tuck it behind her ear and run one finger down her cheek. But I don’t. Because that would wreck the carefully cultivated friendship it’s taken all this time to cement. “Looks busy in there,” I say, sliding down to join her on the ground. I turn away from her for a second, because the sight of the freckles that are sprinkled across her nose and her intense green eyes have planted a seed of doubt I can’t afford to nurture. “We’re slammed,” she says, popping a stick of gum in her mouth and fishing around in her pocket for her phone. “Listen,” I say, staring at a tiny lizard that is sunning itself on the top of the wall. “I’m leaving. And I wanted to give you something.” Savannah stops texting and looks up at me. “Leaving? For how long?” I shrug and hope it looks casual. “Forever. Tonight. I’m catching the Greyhound just before midnight, and I’m not coming back.” A flicker of shock and what I hope is maybe a little sadness crosses her face. “Forever? Where in the world are you going that requires it to be forever?” I pick up a pebble off the ground and bounce it in my hand. “Vegas.” I look up and meet her eyes. If there’s any sign of doubt or laughter, I’m out of here. “I’m going to audition for American Voice.” Her eyes widen. “Seriously? That’s awesome!” She reaches over and gives me a hug, her hair smelling of bacon and shampoo. It’s all I can do not to bury my face in it. “You think so?” “Oh my God, yes!” She pulls back and swats me on the arm. “With your voice you’ll be America’s Sweetheart in no time.” “America’s Sweetheart is for girls,” I say, relieved that she thinks I can do it. “America’s Next Hot Guy then,” she says with a grin. “You’ll sing the hell out of that place. Nobody can beat you. Nobody.” I smile at that. ‘Hell’ is as close as Savannah ever gets to swearing. I know I’m going to replay her words in my head over and over again as the audition gets closer. “Thanks.” Savannah sits up straighter. “Have you figured out what you’re going to wear to the audition? I think something clean but casual, you know, like you’re confident and not trying too hard. What are you going to sing for the audition? Probably a ballad, right?” I laugh at her enthusiasm. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.” “What do you mean you haven’t thought that far ahead? This is important Dillon, not something you pull out of thin air at the last second. My God, have you thought about this at all?” I realize that I haven’t imagined anything past the moment that I get on the bus and see the lights of Phoenix receding in the distance. “I’ll be fine.” I shift the guitar closer to her. “I brought you this. To keep.” She puts one hand on the black case and stands up, so I do too. “The Gibson? Why in the world would you give up your Gibson?” “I told you; I’m out of here. I’m taking the Martin, but I can’t take both, and I know you’d give this a good home.” Savannah leans the guitar back to me. “I can’t take this; it’s worth thousands of dollars.” “I need you to have it,” I say. “I’m not kidding when I say I’m not coming back. You’ll be doing me a favor.” I see her hesitate, but she wraps both hands around the case. “Okay.” She nods slowly. “Thanks. I love it. I’ll take good care of it, I promise.” She glances toward the screen door. “I should probably get back.” I don’t want her to go. Don’t want this last moment to end. Savannah is the one thing in this whole town that I’m going to miss. That I’m going to miss so much it already hurts. “Okay,” is all I say. There’s a heaviness between us. In the movies, this would be the moment when the guy leans down and pulls the girl toward him in a long embrace. Except this isn’t the movies. This is a guy saying goodbye to his best friend in an alley behind a diner. “Guess I’ll see you on TV,” she says, taking a step toward the door. The thought rushes through my brain and out of my mouth before I can stop it. “Come with me!” Savannah stops and turns back toward me. “What do you mean?” I can feel my heart pound in my chest. What the fuck am I doing? “Come with me. Come to Vegas. Tonight. I’ll buy the ticket, I’ll pay for everything.” She shakes her head. “I can’t come with you. I’ve got stuff to do…my apartment…Aunt Mike’s…” I can see that she’s thinking about it. That this crazy idea might not be so totally crazy. “It doesn’t have to be forever,” I say quickly. “Just come for a week. Help me out, pick out a shirt for me to wear to the audition. Choose the song I should sing.” I need you to be there with me. That’s what I don’t say. That I don’t want to do this alone. I gesture toward the door. “Aunt Mike’s isn’t going to fire you—you’re the best waitperson they have. Just take a little break.” “I don’t have any money,” she says, and at that moment I know that I’ve got her. “I’ll pay for everything,” I repeat. “I got…an inheritance. We’ll get two rooms, I promise. But let me pay for it all. Kind of like I’m hiring you to be my consultant.” “This is crazy,” she says. “I know. But that doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” “When are you leaving?” “The bus pulls out of the station at 11:15 tonight.” I wait, my nerves tense. Please God let her say yes. In the past two minutes it’s gone from an idea to a necessity. I can’t do this without Savannah. I see her quick nod before I hear the words. “Okay. I’ll do it.” “You will? That’s great!” I pick her up and swing her around. “Sorry,” I say, setting her back on the ground. “I’m just happy you’re coming with me.” Savannah picks up the guitar case. “You’re sure you want me to?” “More than anything,” I say, knowing that it’s true. 

Meet the Author

PAYGE GALVIN has always wanted to be a writer. She also loves spending time with her friends, so after a few cosmos at the pool with her friends, the idea for UNFILTERED was born. Together the group wrote twelve books about a group of strangers who share a dark secret.. . and who all want to find love (because, really, who doesn't?). LYNNE JAYMES likes sexy guitar players and a hot love story, which is why she jumped at the chance to write both in the Unfiltered series. She’s grateful to good friends who encourage her to break out of her shell and try new things. When she’s not writing, she’s taking long walks with her big hairy dog and thinking about writing. You can follow Payge on Twitter at @PaygeGalvin or Lynne at @lynnejaymes or at her website at, or keep up with all the latest news on the Unfiltered series at

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