Vows

Addison Klein’s marriage is falling apart. She’s contemplating whether she should fight to keep her family together or walk away. After the
sudden death of her best friend, Peyton, and a vicious fight with Tyler,
Addison knows she needs to finally decide her future.


Just when she thinks she's all alone in making this life altering decision, she gets a little guidance from her guardian angel. Addison rediscovers herself and realizes that the vows she said on her wedding day meant something to her... for as long as we both shall live. So Addison sets a plan in motion to seduce her husband.






Excerpt:

Peyton's funeral was beautiful and emotionally overwhelming for me.

Tyler went to his parents’ house after the church service to pick up the girls.

He was never good at showing emotion or handling it when I did.

I accompanied Colin to the graveside service and the funeral brunch

afterward for continued moral support. He was a wonderful man, but he wore his

emotions on his sleeve. After the brunch was over, the immediate family and I

went back to Colin’s house. We spent the day consoling each other and telling

stories about Peyton and her antics. We talked about how she seemed to have a

sixth sense, a feeling about how things were going to turn out. I finally said

my goodbyes and headed home.

I looked over at the clock on my dashboard as I pulled back into the

driveway and was stunned by how late it was. I was tired and emotionally

drained. I just wanted to go to bed. I opened the door and set my purse and

keys down on the table, slipping off my shoes.

"Nice of you finally to come home," Tyler snarked before I

saw him walking into the foyer.

"What?" I asked, shaking my head and trying to figure out

what he meant.

"You’ve been gone all day," he snipped.

I started to walk away from him and down the hall. "I was with

Colin. Where did you think I was?" I replied just a snarky.

"Is there something going on with you and Colin?" he spat,

ripping what little was left of my heart out.

I spun around to face him. "You have got to be kidding me!

Really, Tyler? Is that what you think?" I took a deep breath and my body

started to shake. I was on emotional overload and about to explode. "Do

you really think I would do that to Peyton?” I seethed as I wiped the tears

running down my cheek with the back of my hand.

"That's what I mean. You ask if I think you could do that to

Peyton and I’m wondering if you would do it to me," he yelled.

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About the Author:

Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story. She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Marketing and hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice.



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Letting Go by Lacey Wolfe

The rules were simple and the night promised to be one to never forget. All Scarlett has to do is let her guard down and have a little fun.

Scarlett’s best friend, Angela, has convinced her to attend an event called Text Me. No talking is aloud, only texting someone to get to know them. Rooms have been reserved for those attending in case they want to get to know someone one a more personal level.

After a series of texts that lead nowhere, Scarlett gets one that piques her interest. The person on the other end wants to tie her up and spank her. She finds herself eager to learn more. But that would mean trusting the anonymous texter. Can Scarlett finally let go and experience the pleasure this mystery man has to give?

Excerpt
“Welcome,” a stunning red headed woman greeted them. “Please look over the rules then come over here and I’ll help sign you up.”
Scarlett looked at the poster board and read.
Welcome to the first annual, Text Me Date Night.
We’ve tried to make tonight as safe and enjoyable as possible. Please take a moment to look over the simple rules.
Every person is assigned their ID that is associated with their phone number.
You will display your ID with a sticker on your back.
If you find someone you are interested in, you will check the board for their ID and find their number.
Always identify yourself with your ID.
All communication is through texting. No talking aloud.
If you find someone you’d like to get to know better, stop by the welcome desk to get a room card and leave your ID number so we know who is where and with whom.
Most of all, let loose and have fun.
The rules were simple and seemed like this event was well thought out. Everyone had their own personal identification code which seemed as though it would help keep them safe. What the hell. Might as well give it a go.
“Ready?” Angela asked.
“I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.” Scarlett tossed her blonde locks behind her shoulders and strutted back to the table to get her ID.
At the sign-up table, the woman looked thrilled to see them. She handed them each a clipboard with a few simple questions to fill out. As Scarlett wrote her phone number down, she really hoped the room wasn’t filled with a bunch of psychos. After she completed the form, she handed it back to the woman then the red head placed a big sticker on her back which identified her to her phone number.
“Good luck, ladies. And my best advice is, let the men text you.”
“Thanks,” Scarlett said as she waited on Angela.
They went toward the ballroom where the event was being hosted. The doors were wide open, making it feel inviting. Before they entered where they would no longer be able to talk, Scarlett stopped and took a deep breath. “Hopefully this is fun. Should we have a special text word like we do at clubs in case one of us needs help?”
“Great idea, yes. How about our usual word, pickle?”
“Okay. Don’t leave me right away, please.”
“I won’t. It isn’t like I’m going to go get it on with the first man that texts me.” Angela laughed.
Scarlett wasn’t so sure about that. Not that she was calling her friend a slut, but she was definitely a little looser then Scarlett was.
“Let’s go,” Scarlett said, because if they didn’t go now she might chicken out.

About the Author:
Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.
Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.

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