Friday, March 24, 2017

CHAPTER REVEAL: Just Like That by Nicola Rendell

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"I bet I can untangle you."

At an airport baggage claim, Penny Darling looks up from her knotted mess of ear buds to find the sexiest hunk of man she's ever seen. He's got a military haircut, a scar through his eyebrow, and he's rocking a pastel pink dress shirt like only a real man can. But Penny is on a man-free diet so she leaves the airport without succumbing to his delicious double-entendres...or his dreamy dimples.

PI Russ Macklin can't take his eyes off Penny. As she sashays out of the airport with hips swaying and curls bouncing, he suspects they may share more than just sweltering chemistry. That suitcase she's rolling along behind her? It looks a lot like his.

Because it is.

When he tracks her down, he holds her bag hostage in exchange for a date. Their night begins with margaritas and ends in urgent care, and Russ proves that Cosmo's theory about a very particular type of orgasm was oh-so-wrong.

In Penny, Russ finds a small-town sweetheart with a very naughty side. For the first time ever, he’s thinking about picket fences. Penny finds in Russ a loving, caring man who understands the power of massaging showerheads.

But Russ is only in Port Flamingo for a week. They agree it'll be a fling and nothing more. Because really, they can't fall ass-over-teakettle in love just like that...

Can they?

99k words. HEA. Dual POV. No cheating.
Featuring a big drooly dog named Guppy.

I step off the escalator, and there she is. She’s looking down, doing something with her phone. Air conditioning blows on her from above, making the hem of her purple dress flutter against her leg. And fuck, look at those legs. Look at that body. Look at that woman. Underneath the dress, instead of a bra she’s wearing the top half of a pink bikini, tied at the nape of her neck in a bow.
​Welcome to Florida. God bless the Sunshine State.
​The place is dismal, except for her. On the walls are 1980s tourism posters, rippling with the humidity. All the guys have Magnum, P.I. mustaches, and all the women look like extras from Baywatch. She’s a vision in the middle of all of it, an oasis at the goddamned baggage claim. I circle the clumps of old people bumping into each other with walkers, like slow-motion bumper cars. As I get closer, I see her face. Her freckles, her slightly shiny pink lips. Her breasts, which are fucking beautiful. But her expression, it isn’t beautiful. It’s seriously pissed. Nostrils flared, teeth set, jaw clenched.
​In her hands is a whole big tangle of ear buds, and maybe a phone charger. A big knot of cords, like a wad of cold pasta.
​I get closer. Not too close, because I don’t want to be that guy, but close enough to see the small starfish necklace dangling from her neck, and close enough to smell something warm, and sweet. Familiar. Vanilla, maybe. Whatever it is, it’s fucking delicious.
​On the wall behind her is a big banner. It’s got a faded old cartoon flamingo, flapping his wings and grinning. Underneath is the caption:
​No shit. Because it’s hot, and I don’t mean like ordinary summertime hot. I mean hot like the time the sauna malfunctioned at my gym and turned all the drywall in the locker room into oatmeal. She doesn’t look hot at all though. She looks cool, and soft, and beautiful. Just the thing I need. Like a vodka soda after a long fucking day.
​I set my shoulder bag at my feet and take off my suit jacket. Her braid comes down over one shoulder, the curl at the bottom nestling into her cleavage. I roll up my sleeves. “I bet I can untangle you.”
​She looks up at me. Her eyes are deep blue and sparkling. A smile starts to pinch her cheeks. The end of the charger swings between us. “I’m okay. Got myself into this mess, got to get myself out of it.”
​“Sometimes two is better than one.”
​She smacks her lips at the cords. “Sometimes.” She pulls hard on the plug end, making the wires tighten even more. “You’d think I’d learn to keep that little plastic box that comes with these, but oh no, every—” She tugs. “—single.” Tugs again. “—time.”
Granted, she’s not exactly in need of rescue from a burning building, but no way am I going to stand here and watch her struggle, no fucking way. Without another word, I start undoing the end of the tangle that’s nearest me, and I watch that smile of hers get bigger. She doesn’t look at me, but I see a dimple, and she bites her lip.
Still focused on the knot, she says, “Let me guess. You’re not from around here, are you?”​
Can’t imagine what gave me away. Maybe the fact that I’m the only guy in the building wearing slacks and actual shoes. “Here on business.”
She looks me up and down. “What kind of business? FBI?”
Fuck. Not the first conversation I want to have, definitely not. Also, I don’t know a single fed who wears pants this nice. “Private business.”
“Hmmm.” She eyes me more mischievously. “Tall, dark, and a military haircut. Something tells me you’re not here to do some competitive bass fishing. “
Oh man. Cute. Really cute. “No, I’m not.”
Slowly, the tangle comes undone, until we’re in the middle together. Reminds me of that scene in Lady and the Tramp.
But before I can say anything more—like, for instance, I’m down for 20 questions, as long as it’s over a drink—the buzzer on the carousel roars to life, as loud as a tornado siren. The crush of people starts to tighten around the conveyor. She winds the three sets of ear buds and the cord around her palm. From the pocket of my bag, I take out the plastic case that came with my ear buds and hand it over. “There.”
She laughs through her nose. “I’ll be okay.”
“I insist.” I press it into her hand, and her eyes meet mine.
“I’ll bet you do.” She looks away as a blush covers her cheeks.
The bags start to rumble off the conveyor. For one long second, she watches me, smiling. Sizing me up. The little curls around her face tremble in the air conditioning, and I’m about to say You, me, a pitcher of margaritas, tonight when she looks away and hoists her purse up on her shoulder.
“That’s my bag,” she says. “I should get going. Thanks for…untangling me.”
She steps away and threads her way between a handful of old ladies in walkers. I know I should help her, I know I should grab her bag, but holy fuck look at that body.
​She grabs her bag herself and flips up the handle.
“Give me your number. Let me take you out for dinner.”
​Her smile dissolves into a scowl. “You married?”
I shake my head slowly. “I’m a lot of things, but married definitely isn’t one of them.”
Shake my head again. “Nope.”
She takes her starfish charm between thumb and forefinger and loops the chain over her lip. “Under any restraining orders? Involved in a complicated love triangle that your profile describes as an open marriage? Divorced five times and counting? Polyamorous?”
Whoa. This girl’s got to find a new dating pool, stat. “Promise. I’m Russ, and what you see is what you get.”
Zip-zip-zip goes her necklace.
“Just a drink.” I lift my hands out between us, to say C’mon. “Maybe dinner, if I make the cut.”
She blinks hard a few times and she drops her necklace charm. “I’m sorry. You’re sweet, but I can’t.”
Well, fuck it. The first time I try to get back in the saddle in ages and the goddamn thing slides right down onto the ground again. I respect it though. I don’t want to overdo this, so I give her a final nod and clear my throat. “Had to try.”
She swallows hard. “I’m glad you did.”
And she’s gone. As she goes, her hips sway with her dress. She works that sashay, as my aunt says, like a fucking pro. She looks back over her shoulder, only once, as she walks through the sliding doors. I give her a wink.
And she fucking winks back.
Jesus Christ.
She takes a left out of the door, which means she isn’t gone yet. Not by a long shot. The architecture does me a favor, and I get to watch her sashay right past the floor-to-ceiling windows. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, not even if I wanted to. She smiles at the sidewalk without looking up, and laughs a little. Like she knows I’m watching her and is feeling pretty good about it.
​God, what a cutie. And what a bummer. She was fucking sexy, she seemed sweet, and there was something about her that was up to no good. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it was somewhere between the bikini top and I’m glad you did. But the spark wasn’t all we had in common. I realize, as she finally disappears from view, she also has a bag that looks just like mine.
Medium-sized black Samsonite. Sensible, dependable. Number One Amazon Bestseller in Luggage.
​But that couldn’t be my bag, I think to myself as I turn back toward the conveyor. Couldn’t be.


​It was. Twenty minutes later, I’m the only guy standing by the carousel, and there’s a single black bag going around and around in front of me. It’s exactly the same as mine, except it’s overstuffed and has a pink puff of yarn tied to the handle. Same color as her bikini top and literally hanging by a thread.
​It slides to a stop, and the yarn ball swings off the side of the carousel. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
​A rattle from the center of the conveyor sounds promising—I was early connecting through Atlanta, so my bag had to be the first one on—but no dice. What comes off the conveyor isn’t a bag at all, but instead one of the baggage guys in big set of protective earphones and a reflective vest. He crawls up through the flap and pokes his head out. He wipes his forehead on his bare leathery shoulder and then looks from me to the bag and back again. “Nice pom-pom, man,” he says and backtracks down the hole.
​I glance around for some airport help on this, but all I see is a handwritten sign at the baggage claim desk. Will Return On Monday!
​It’s Saturday.
​As I take hold of the bag, I notice it’s got not one but three “LIFT WITH CAUTION” tags: the first one new, the second one beat up, and the third one halfway shredded, all together the way people keep lift tickets from ski areas. I give it a hoist. The thing is so heavy it makes me grunt like I’m doing a dead lift. With a two-handed lug, I yank it off the conveyor and set it on the ground, wheels down.
​Squeezing the roller handle, I pull it up…and it snaps off right in my hand. The arms stick up from the suitcase like the tines of a fork.
​I clench my eyes shut and think back to “the most helpful critical review” from Amazon. “Looks like every other bag on the planet. Sh**ty handle.”
​Touché. But it is what it is. Which is her bag, hopefully.
​I wheel it along to a bank of benches, by some old beat-up phone booths, lining the far wall. I open up the ID pouch and read:


I bite down on my gum and groan. How cute is that name? Jesus Christ, come on. Penny Darling. What’s more, it’s not a business card or typed up like mine, but written by hand. Her writing is sweet, pretty, and feminine, with big plump letters written in bright pink marker that’s bled into the plastic cover, so they’ve got a haze around them like neon lights. And there, at the bottom.
​Her number.
​It might not be my smoothest move, but I’ll take it. I pull my phone from my pocket and give her a call. As I wait for the ringtone, I decide to hell with suave and understated. I want her, and I need her to know it.
​But then in my ear I hear, “Mobile Network Temporarily Unavailable.”
​Goddamned Verizon, jamming up my plans. So I try to text her instead.

This is Russ.
From the airport.
I've got your bag and I think you’ve got mine.
How about that drink?

​I hit send, and I’m answered immediately with a row of red exclamation points and four repetitions of NOT DELIVERED. What. The. Fuck.
​Then I noticed my cell service flips over from 1 bar, to Roaming, to Searching for service…
​ I pull my hot pack of gum from my sweaty pocket and take out a second piece. The gum is weirdly melted even before I put it in my mouth.
​The options now are pretty simple: I could touch base with the guy who hired me to come down here to the land that Verizon forgot or…
​I think about those tan lines, the curve of her hips. That bikini. The glisten on her rosy lips. The way she wrinkled her nose when she smiled.
​Why is this even a goddamned question? It’s four o’clock on a Saturday. A beautiful woman is on East Beach Point Drive with all my stuff. And somewhere in this town, I’ll bet there’s a beachside bar with a pitcher of margaritas with our names on it.

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Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

REVIEW: Take Me Back by Meghan March



Shel: You guys, if you're looking for a Meghan March stand alone, this is your book. I honestly went in to reading Take Me Back with a little trepidation because I hadn't heard if it was part of a series or not and after the last few weeks of reading books with cliff hangers, I was steeling myself for a cliffie in this one. GOOD NEWS: it wraps up by the end. OTHER GOOD NEWS: it's a really fantastic weekend read. For instance when I woke up this weekend and the weather decided to freak out, I had several hours of reading time and was able to finish this in one sitting. 

Court: It was a complete and utter vortex in that I started it...and then I absolutely had to keep reading to find out what would happen next! And yes, I tried to know as little about what the book was about but was so excited about it because LOOK AT THAT COVER! Just look at it really set the stage for this book, and is perfect. Then when we meet these characters we really are in for it because we fell in love with Kat and Dane immediately. They've hit a rough patch in their relationship and are going back to where it all started...the beach...and trying to get back on track. Marriage in crisis books are really great, and this one is no different! The premise is incredible, as is the writing and I don't think if you start this book that you'll want to put it down either.

Shel: Take Me Back has all of the things we've come to love about Meghan March's books--interesting plot, fun characters, lots of steam, and that touch of suspense that keeps you turning page after page. Even in this light read, Meghan March still infuses these characters with real life concerns and relationship problems weaves realism into the plot that gives their plight more depth. Pick up this novel and the more you get to know Kat and Dane the more you'll hope that they find their happily ever after. Court: Absolutely what Shel said. The story is beautiful, and the characters make your heart hurt while giving you hope for your own relationships at the same time. Meghan March just has that effect on me, and I love getting to share her wonderful work with all those who read our review. I highly recommend this book! Highly, highly...and I really can't wait for what she comes up with next because she just constantly tops herself and surprises us and is an incredible writer. Love! 

We fell in love on a beach, got married in paradise, and I carried her off into the sunset. It should have been perfect, but saying “I do” doesn’t guarantee a happily-ever-after. Two years later, I barely recognize either of us behind the walls we’ve built. It’s time to bring it full circle. Back to a tropical paradise. Back to find out if we can still make this work. I’m not willing to give her up, but to save us, I have to risk everything. Two damaged people. Countless secrets. The fight of our lives. We might be broken, but we’re not done. Add to Goodreads


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REVIEW: Dirty Souls by Karina Halle


Shel: How do I love Karina Halle? Let me count the ways. Actually, screw that, I don't have enough blog space to give you all of the reasons why she's a must read author for me and really what I want to do is freak out about Dirty Souls for a few minutes so I think that's what I'll do. 

Court: She is a must-read-immediately-upon-release author, and I absolutely love this insane world of drug cartels and insane love that she has given us. 

Shel: Karina Halle is fearless when it comes to the characters in this series and I seriously love her for it. I love that I never ever know who will be safe and who could be killed off. At one point I told Courtney that I had no doubt Halle would burn everyone and everything to the ground if it served a purpose and as much as I know she cares for her characters it's her ruthlessness that I've come to love when it comes to this series. I don't even care to try to delve into what it says about me that I love all the antihero action going on here because I do love it, every single page of it; Halle is definitely in my top 5 of people who write the best antiheroes. But it's not just the 'anti' that I love. I love how Halle doesn't shy away from letting her characters have just as much softness as they do harshness. In this series, she creates complex characters whom we love, we love to hate, and we hate to love and wound up in all of that is heart racing emotion and action packed plot; this novel was tightly written, it didn't ever lag or slow down and everything seemed to be in its right place. As I was reading, I was practically breathless and that I had that wonderful anxiety of wanting to hurry up and finish so I knew how it ended while also trying to put the breaks on so I could enjoy the discovery of everything for a little bit longer. 

Court: They're real. And really intense, all the time. I love how Violet's psyche is so intense and she loves hard, and thinks and acts with every fiber of her being. From start to finish of this book, definitely this series and the other series you absolutely MUST read immediately...these people are so profoundly magical on the page. The plot is thick, the characters are deep and the pace is unrelenting. I love how Shel points out that antiheroes are our favorite...because who loves someone bright and shiny 100% of the time. I for one...can't take that, but I like when people surprise us in this book in a good way...and just about have a heart attack when they surprise me in a bad way...but I know for 100% that this book is not to be missed. 

Shel: This book is every thing I wanted it to be and I'm so glad we didn't have to wait for months to get back into the heads of Violet, Vincente, Ellie, and Javier. I'm even more thrilled for her note about her possible upcoming releases, so make sure you take a look at that and how to stay in the loop for what's coming from Karina Halle next. Court: I'm really, really thankful for that too so thank you Karina! We appreciate you for it, and just really am so glad that this story was in your mind to be told. I was nervous about how things would play out, and if the characters that I love who got their ending "twenty years ago" would keep it, so I'm really in love with how all of that backstory was intertwined in this one.

Shel: Karina Halle, if you're reading this, know that I was desperate for this novel--I had to know what would happen--and you did not disappoint. Thank you for taking a chance by fast forwarding us to the story of Violet and Vincente and for being fearless in your approach to this series. Court: Don't have much for follow up to that, because it was perfect! But, like Shelley said we were desperate. We loved it. And we hope that if you're reading this, reader, buy it. NOW! Because we said so! 


From New York Times bestselling author Karina Halle comes DIRTY SOULS the much-anticipated, nail-biting conclusion to Black Hearts…

Violet McQueen has always been a sensitive soul. Troubled and misunderstood, she never realized her place in the world, nor her true potential…until she met Vicente Bernal.

From birth, Vicente Bernal has always known his place in the world – he’s been groomed to be a ruthless king. Yet for a man whose soul has become morally bankrupt, it’s only through Violet he’s realizing the worth of someone’s heart.

But at what cost?

With a deadly game set in motion taking them from the stark deserts of California to the steamy jungles of Mexico, Violet and Vicente’s forbidden relationship will be put to the test. Boundaries will be pushed, lines will be crossed and souls will get very, very dirty.

Because how do you choose between blood and love when both might get you killed?


Friday, March 17, 2017

REVIEW: The Butterfly Project by Emma Scott

Shel: The Butterfly Project is exactly the kind of book I need--it was healing. Let me back up to say that in the last few weeks I've read several books that are the beginning of or middle of a series and they're all tortuous in their cliff hangers which means I've been in twisty knots of angst for days. I reached for this novel because I knew 2 things: less importantly it's a stand alone so I knew I'd have a resolution by the end, most importantly Emma Scott has an innate ability to cocoon me in her words and I knew I was in for a night of fantastic storytelling. 

Court: She does. And it is exactly as you said. Healing, yet searches for a truth that was somewhat quietly profound as we went on this reading journey. I had no idea what to expect, because the first one I read was so beautiful I was a little afraid of this a good way! I read this one in one sitting and fee like I'm immensely better for it. I like when an author is capable of using words and putting a little bit of a healing balm on a crack in my soul, and Emma Scott has that tremendous ability and I can't wait to read her words more and more. 

Shel: When I think about the story of Zelda and Beckett I think of it terms of these words: forgiveness, redemption, risk, and love. While these words sometimes apply to the characters differently, they all apply. Until they both took risks, they were living in a world of grey--a world that I imagined looked a lot like Zelda's comic book world. Thankfully, Zelda took a huge risk and asked Beckett for help and slowly their grey world began to warm with color and color. In order for the full technicolor picture could envelop them, they both had to find a way to be open forgiveness (and redemption). He had to be willing to let it be given to him and she had to discover if she had any to give. Again a huge risk because the inability to tap into that emotion would be the death knell to a future not crippled by the past. 

Court: Forgiveness is definitely the primary theme, but it comes in so many forms. Forgiving others: those who don't deserve it, and definitely didn't ask for it, those who did...but most of all forgiveness of yourself. Their journey is a hard one...but it's the way that their paths are so very different from each other that the story is original and complex at the same time. The added elements of their pasts as they are unveiled do bring a lot of questions and a few angsty feelings along the way but I had faith that we'd survive...and we did! 

Shel: Another huge emotion both of them tangled with was love. Allowing themselves to feel it seemed like a betrayal to the people they held onto in their past. Being in love meant a sort of happiness neither of them seemed able to wholly accept. It was hard as a reader to see that they both needed it and deserved it and yet they couldn't or wouldn't give in...until they did. And that moment---gahhh, they evoked these huge balloons of emotion inside of me.

Court: Huge balloons!!! I loved the setting of the story too and the way their respective jobs really felt authentic to the heart of the city of New York. I love when a setting is such a big part of the book, and it became a place of new beginning for the two of them in a way they neither expected. Zelda and Beckett in my brain are old souls, and they related to each other in a beautiful way. They became friends when neither expected, and the journey to the will they or won't they become more is one that you cannot miss. 

Shel: I loved everything about this novel--their struggles emotionally. I loved their definition of home. I loved their crappy apartment and their friends. I loved Roy and Aunt Lucille. But I especially loved watching these two go from living lives that felt like they were just existing..just living in a black and white world (or gray) to living in full color.

Court: Shel, that is the best description of the heart of it. I hope everyone picks this one up immediately! You won't regret it...and definitely will discover a word of books Emma Scott has written that will such up you heart, mind and soul! 

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"Where you are is home..."

At age fourteen, Zelda Rossi witnessed the unthinkable, and has spent the last ten years hardening her heart against the guilt and grief. She channels her pain into her art: a dystopian graphic novel where vigilantes travel back in time to stop heinous crimes—like child abduction—before they happen. Zelda pitches her graphic novel to several big-time comic book publishers in New York City, only to have her hopes crash and burn. Circumstances leave her stranded in an unfamiliar city, and in an embarrassing moment of weakness, she meets a guarded young man with a past he’d do anything to change...

Beckett Copeland spent two years in prison for armed robbery, and is now struggling to keep his head above water. A bike messenger by day, he speeds around New York City, riding fast and hard but going nowhere, his criminal record holding him back almost as much as the guilt of his crime.

Zelda and Beckett form a grudging alliance of survival, and in between their stubborn clash of wills, they slowly begin to provide each other with the warmth of forgiveness, healing, and maybe even love. But when Zelda and Beckett come face to face with their pasts, they must choose to hold on to the guilt and regret that bind them, or let go and open their hearts for a shot at happiness.

The Butterfly Project is a novel that reveals the power of forgiveness, and how even the smallest decisions of the heart can—like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings—create currents that strengthen into gale winds, altering the course of a life forever.


256 pages
Published February 28th 2017
Source: Netgalley

Thursday, March 16, 2017

REVIEW: Thirty Nights (American Beauty 1) by Ani Keating

Is this?
Yes. Yes it is. 
I think?
OHHHHH. I thought I saw echoes of ....
Yep. I thought I saw some slight resemblance to Fifty Shades of Grey and I think it would be silly for me to ignore it or not acknowledge it at all so if you're reading this novel and you get that very subtle thing that sorta reminds you of that novel, I DID TOO. It's interesting because while I saw some suggestions of fanfiction-eque type nods to FSoG, I also saw that Ani Keating did many things to make this novel her own and by the end of the novel the characters and their problems were so very much of Keating's making that I realized that the last vestiges of FSoG had left my mind chapters and chapters earlier.  Without going into a long rambling monologue about similarities and differences, I guess what I'd tell readers is that if you want a copycat version of FSoG than this is NOT going to give you that because it really is very different. If you want some of the same structures in place -- rich hero with some control issues/smart, innocent heroine + a few secondary character and setting similarities--then you might really enjoy this novel. 
A few other things I'm thinking? 
 I'd also go into this with a mindset of treating it like a total commercial escapist fiction. I know readers with backgrounds in some of the situations that are referenced would find errors or problems with the way characters behave or their circumstances but this is one of those times that A) I'm in ignorant bliss and B) because I'm reading it as commercial escapism, I didn't find that I cared so much about whether everything that happened was 100% something that could. In other words, I bought what she was selling and I kept turning pages because I was very much interested in these characters. I wanted to see exactly what was going to happen with Elisa and Aiden. I wanted to know if or how she'd be allowed to stay in the United States. And frankly, I wanted to see how Keating would deviate and make this thing her own. The dedication at the beginning and Keating's repeated acknowledgement of people seeing to become American citizens struck a chord; Elisa and Javier's characters and their very different problems gave me many things to think about. I appreciated the humanity that Keating brought to this very real issue and while I have no knowledge about her experience or research into this, her ability to convey the challenges that many people in this country fear and face really made me so anxious and worried for the characters, but also for the all of the people who live this daily.
So now where am I in how I feel about this novel? Now I'm very curious about how she'll resolve things. 
This novel isn't perfect--I would like to see more depth, more backstory, more scenes with secondary characters, more things to push and pull and form these characters-- yet I couldn't put it down. And then when I finished, I went to every media source I could to find out more. I have no idea what the timeline is for the release of the next novel in this series but I hope that Ani Keating's ideas are flowing and her fingers are flying over her keyboard.

Thirty nights. Two hearts. One fate.
American Beauty, Book 1
After her parents’ tragic deaths, Elisa Snow wanted nothing more than to escape her past. Eighteen and alone, she fled her quaint English village and moved to the United States. A starving science student by day and an artist’s muse by night, Elisa has slowly built a new life. She never dreamed she would lose everything again.
She’s one week from graduation when her visa is unexpectedly denied. Given thirty days to leave the country, she must face the one thing she cannot survive again—saying goodbye and leaving her home. Yet within minutes of her world shattering, she meets a man with the power to piece it back together.
After finishing his tour of duty in Iraq, Aiden Hale traded battlefields for boardrooms, becoming one of the most successful venture capitalists in the nation. But all his wealth can’t buy him reprieve from the horrific memories of war. The only thing that gives him peace is a painting of Elisa.
Drawn together by their invisible wounds, they begin a passionate affair as they race against the clock to defy their pasts—and fight for their future.
Earlier versions of this book were posted on the author’s blog under the titles of The Master’s Muse and 30 Nights of Snow, using the pen name Ani Surnois, and has since been extensively edited.

Warning: Contains a blistering exploration of desire, sacrifice and redemption…and love’s power to equalize us in ways laws cannot.