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From the Wreckage by Michele G. Miller

“In a matter of minutes on a Friday night, I lost my school, my identity, the security of my first love, the personality of my sweet fearless brother, my best friend, my town, everything as I knew it. Everything changed.” 

"Minutes—that’s all it takes to change your entire life. How do you deal with that?” 

For high school senior Jules Blacklin surviving the storm is only the beginning. Faced with the new reality of her life, she must find a way to rise From The Wreckage and answer the question—how do you get back to normal, when everything that was normal is gone?

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Promises in the Dark by Princess McConnell

Some secrets are better left untold. Until you realize your life may depend on revealing them.
Once upon a time a man and a woman meet but happily ever after is not in their story, at least not yet. When Derek Williamson first met Rachel Adams he knew his life would never be the same. Through her, he will learn that his life has been a complete lie, and through her love, he will find his truth.

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Kaleidoscope by Mindy Hayes

“Was I still a human? Gosh, I still wanted to be human. Even just to keep a sliver of who I thought I was. But as I thought about being human, standing in the shade of the forest, I felt less human than ever. The trees fought for my allegiance."

It starts in her chest. The change Calliope doesn't see coming. It pulses like a second heartbeat, urging her to give in to the need to be in the depths of the forest. She's compelled to fight the pull, but the more she denies it the stronger it becomes until she finally surrenders and is pulled into a secret world of enchantment.

Kai and Declan need her to accept what she is, but with everything left unsaid, acceptance may be the least of their worries. Knowing their fate lies in her hands, they’ll stop at nothing to protect and prepare her for what lies ahead.

Will Calliope be able to accept what Kai and Declan reveal or will her desire to be normal keep her from acknowledging her true destiny?

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The Calm Within by Crystal A Blanton:

When you are lucky enough to find love, take it in both hands and hold on to it like it’s your lifeline. Don’t let go. Don’t let it slip through your fingers.
My name is Kinsley Carmichael. I’m one of the fortunate ones, I found my true love. I experienced it, felt it, tasted it. He was my best friend, my soul-mate. Life without him would be incomplete.
So what happens when that love is taken away? Is it possible to come back from something like that? Is it possible to want to move on? Can a person be granted more than one chance of an all-consuming love in one lifetime? I’m not sure, and I don’t know if I have the strength to find out.
This is my story…in all its tragic glory.

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FOUR Poetry collections by Kayleigh Michelle

- Réticent is the 4th poetry collection from Kayleigh Michelle. This collection is pieced together with scratchings scrawled faded receipts and hastily typed notes of things one might be reluctant to share with the world.
- In My Soul
- In My Roots
- Nows: Moments in Motherhood

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Whiskey & Wine by H. Dillon Hunt

Ellie Ray Vaughn needs to start over. A clean slate, a redo. She’s starting college and running away from an abusive ex-boyfriend and all of her mother’s mistakes, which means she’s trying to avoid two things. Music and men. Unfortunately for her, Dean Thomas is both of those things. He’s arrogant, pushy, and completely infuriating. But Ellie can’t seem to shake him, and in Nashville, it’s hard to run for the music that runs in her veins. They form an unlikely friendship as she tries to stifle the heat between them, but Dean won’t let her hold anything back. 

As far as Dean Thomas is concerned, nothing matters but music. He’s come to Nashville to pursue one thing, a record deal. Well, two things if you count all the girls he chases. He’s always been chasing the same ghost, but he doesn’t even believe she exists anymore...until he lays eyes on Ellie. She’s hard-headed, passionate and the most talented musician he has ever met. So why is she trying to stifle her talents, and her feelings?

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Where the Heart Is by L.S. Pullen

Felicity Jamison could never have imagined how one fateful night would change her life. Compelled to stay away from the only place she’s ever felt at home, has meant losing her best friend and first love, Nate Davenport.

Fate now intervenes leaving her with no other choice but to return.

Not only does she harbour demons of her own, she carries with her a secret that threatens to destroy an entire family.

Nate has experienced his fair share of grief, what he didn’t expect was for Felicity to walk back into his life, a mere shadow of the girl he used to know.

Angry and hurt, the last thing he is willing to admit is how much he needs her.

Will he risk turning to her for comfort?

Together, can they move past a heart-breaking revelation or are they destined to be apart forever?

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Tiny Drops by Dusti Dawn Rose

Brice Garrison is your typical fifteen-year-old girl. Until one day, she's faced with a life threatening illness--one without a cure. Befriending her neighbor and finding support become her new normal. But will she have the strength to thrive when even her doctor doubts a long future?
Harrison Wade is finally right where he wants to be--beside the woman who has owned his heart for more than a decade. Brice, his wild-haired wisp of a woman, has a love and grace unmatched by any other. Together they journey through the ins and outs of life until heartache becomes an unwelcome visitor threatening to steal their happiness forever.
Brice has done her best to soften the edges of her jagged soul. But, sometimes the only way heartache can escape is to eat its way out, bit by bit, and by the end, it's hard to see what you're left with anymore. Chewed pieces of the person she once was, Brice must try to rebuild the life around her.

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Refusing to Fall by G.L. Moore

On any given day, Keltie Sullivan tries to get by with the least amount of drama and strife. But when a chance encounter brings Bryce Montgomery into her life, she’s forced to take a second look at everything she’s been avoiding.

Keltie’s initial reaction is to fight her attraction to Bryce. Determined to avoid the heartache and complications of a new relationship, she finds it difficult to resist his charms, and as soon as she allows him into her heart—the nightmares she’s endured for many years get worse.

Plagued by a haunting and painful past, Keltie must make a tough decision. She knows her heart is strong enough to find happiness again...but is it strong enough to lose it? Will she let her past dictate her future, or will her stubbornness allow her to choose a different path?

Rich with emotion and passion, G.L. Moore’s debut novel will have you wondering whether or not love is worth the risk.

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#NewRelease After The Fall

Another Rutledge boy finally gets to tell his story...

It's LIVE!!

Austin and Cassie's story is finally HERE for all readers!! Remember their story is a bit edgier than the other From The Wreckage novels. This is solidly in the New Adult Romantic Suspense genre. You CAN read After The Fall as a standalone if you haven't read the first three From The Wreckage books. 

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She’s this enigma. 
A beautiful mess. 
A brilliant mind with a sharp tongue.
Our first meeting, she stopped me in my tracks.
But she wants nothing to do with me. 


He’s only a guy. 
Gorgeous with a million-dollar smile . . . 
But still, a guy.
I can ignore the unfamiliar softness of his brown eyes. 
I can ignore the way he walks, stops, and stares as though he’s waiting for something. 
He’ll lose interest. They always do once they know they’ll get nothing from me . . .


2,000 words from #AfterTheFall . . .

After the Fall and Austin went #LIVE on iBooks today! I'm so excited to get to share this edgier Rutledge brother story with y'all, but I know my Amazon/Nook/other readers are feeling a little blue at having to wait until 10/26 for their copy. 

So, I'm throwing you a small bone. The first 2,000 words of Austin and Cassie's story is below. Enjoy!!

**Fair warning: After The Fall is considered New Adult and the excerpt has some language in it. 

The Ending . . .

I blink, setting off a bomb of excruciating pain. A mirror has exploded within my head, the shards tearing fissures through my brain matter, chasing the lurking shadows from my mind.
“He’s waking up. Tell them he’s waking up.” 
A voice like a gunshot speaks from above me. Loud. Jolting. I turn away from the noise, and a click reverberates, filling my ears as a searing slice of pain screams up my neck, shooting into my jaw. 
The shadows return, pressing me down, down, down. I gasp.
“Hey, dude, don’t move.” I feel a sudden pressure on my forehead. “We’ve called 9-1-1. Stay still.” 
My mouth fills with sour bile as I attempt blinking again. My eyes won’t open, not completely. My vision is reduced to a slit of light. A glowing face. No. A face, lit by the glow of a cell phone, and outlined by the night sky. My mouth opens and nothing comes out. My tongue is thick, coated with the tang of metal. I swallow. Blood?
“Is that—” A feminine voice joins the deeper one above me. She’s further away. Standing, maybe? Her gasp is audible. “Ray, that’s Austin Rutledge.”
Ray’s gunshot voice startles me, “Holy—”
Yes. Yes, I’m Austin. What happened? Why won’t the words form? 
“What about the other—?” the female’s voice waivers. There’s sniffling. A sharp intake of air. Is she crying? The pressure on my forehead lessens. What did she mean by “the other”? What is “the other”? Answer her question, Ray. 
There’s a faint whir of sirens in the distance. 
“They’re almost here. Hang in there, man.” 
I attempt drawing in a deep breath, wheezing at the pain and lack of oxygen. What is wrong with me? Think, man, think. Where are you? 
A scream explodes in my head. A memory.
It’s female and blood-curdling. 
“Damn it,” the words tumble from my lips, blood pooling in my mouth. I twist, spitting out the thick warmth, gagging on it, and on the fear in her scream. Dread coils within my gut. 
“You shouldn’t move. You could have a spine injury,” the wavering female voice advises. Spinal injury? 
My mind scrolls through sounds and images in an attempt at figuring things out. There was a scream—she screamed, didn’t she?
Why can’t I remember?  
“What do you think happened?” the girl asks Ray. His reply is a low mumble, their voices fading as the sirens become louder as they come closer.
I blink. I have to concentrate to accomplish the simple movement—my forehead wrinkling, my teeth gritting. I have to force it. Each breath is an order, not an act of human nature.
Ray moves out of my line of sight and I focus on the sky. The night is black. No city lights or buildings. It’s dark pillows of gray clouds painted against an inky sky with pin prick stars peeking in and out of view.  
Red flashing lights break into the haze.
I grip at the cold grass beneath me, my fingers digging into the ground for leverage as I attempt sitting up. It’s pointless. My entire left side throbs with pain. I vaguely remember something striking my arm. Do I even have an arm left? I can’t feel it, but I’m pretty sure it’s there. I hope. I know it was there because earlier she was holding onto it. I see it. I see her—laughing up at me, holding my arm, making a joke.
“C-c-c,” the gurgled sound barely touches the air beyond my lips as fire and darkness press down me. Sirens fill the air, much louder now. Doors slam. New voices speak. My eyes slip closed as hands probe. I float between two worlds. Darkness and pain. Darkness fights harder, winning . . . except—
Her scream . . . her voice. 
I jerk awake, but don’t move. I’m tied down. Wincing, I force my head to clear. To see. To speak.
“Cassie.” Her name is stronger this time. My chest tightens as though my air has been cut off.
A face appears before me. “There you are. It’s going to be okay, Austin. We’re—”
“Cassie.” Blood dances over my taste buds as I raise my voice. “Where’s Cassie? Where is she?”
The face morphs into a frown, shaking back and forth. 
No, don’t shake your head at me. Where’s Cassie? 
My body goes weightless. A gurney. An ambulance. The pieces of the puzzle sort themselves, understanding sinking in. I’ve woken to a nightmare. I’m being loaded into an ambulance. I’m broken. The police are here. The medics are here. 
She’s not here. 
I blink, forcing my eyes wider—and I vomit as the ambulance doors slam closed. A medic tilts the board I’m attached to sideways as the feeling of movement sets in. The ambulance drives away from the wooded field where my body was found, leaving behind the couple who found me. Leaving behind strobes of red and blue lights. 
Leaving behind a black body bag.

Four months earlier . . .


Every story has a beginning, 
But most of us walk in at the middle . . .

What a shitty day. Those legs, though. They have the potential to turn it all around. I lean my shoulder against the cool metal shelving to my right and stare, blatantly. This is the best damn view I’ve had all day.  
The legs aren’t long and lean so much as shapely and—thanks to the position of their owner—shown to perfection. She’s balancing atop a black stool, her body stretched from her toes to her fingertips as she reaches for the top of a ten-foot shelving unit. Her skirt—probably an acceptable length when standing flat—lifts dangerously high, allowing a glimpse of smooth thighs nearly up to where they met her ass.  
Hell yeah, the legs are worth the stop. 
I’m on a quick library run. Grab a book for class and head to dinner. Fifteen minutes, tops. I’m exhausted. My plan for tonight is to grab dinner, knock out my assignments, and throw my ass in bed. But, like everything else about this day, I have no luck. Apparently finding a simple book requires the freaking FBI. I searched row after row for fifteen minutes before giving up and heading to the student desk for assistance. Or I was seeking assistance before I passed the higher reference stacks near the back of the building and caught this pair of smooth legs near the end of the aisle I’m currently standing in. The angel on my shoulder—and I’m surprised he’s still there—reminds me of my original intent for being here. Go find your book, Austin. But the devil—oh yeah, he’s a sneaky son of a bitch—has me admiring the view with the appreciative eye of a connoisseur.  
The object of my attention, and a whole lot of lust, drops to the flats of her feet with a heavy exhale. She shakes her arms at her sides before stretching up once again. The girl is determined, and I’m transfixed. She can’t be more than five feet tall. Her body, like her legs, is shapely. All of her curves are in all the right places. A curtain of long hair conceals everything else, the dark curls bouncing side-to-side as she struggles. She grunts once more, flipping her head back, and the curtain parts. The strands slide behind her shoulder—a shampoo commercial couldn’t have caught the motion any better—and my breath catches. 
I know this girl. 
Neither her legs nor her ass hold my attention anymore. No, I’m caught by everything about her. I don’t know her name, but she intrigued me the moment I spied her reading at a corner table a few nights ago. Her focus is commendable. She sat entranced by her books for hours, never noticing the people around her. Four days into classes and I’ve seen her here three times. Always at the same table. Always focused. Always alone.
“Excuse me,” I call down the aisle before thinking better of it. “I’m looking for a book.”
Twisting my way, she braces her palms against the shelving unit, and my breathing becomes difficult as her eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry?”
Damn, I’m turned on by the mere sound of her husky, irritated voice. This girl could wrap me around her finger with one lusty sigh. I have no sense of self-preservation, so I move deeper into the aisle and close the space between us.
“The system says it’s in, but I can’t locate it.” I hold out the slip of paper with the shelving location.   
Dark brows lift under black-framed glasses as she studies me. I’ve seen her with and without those glasses. Either way, she’s adorable. It’s not the way I typically describe a girl I’m interested in, but that’s her to a T. Adorable.
“And I was hoping you could check behind the circulation desk. You work here don’t you?”
Her cheeks puff, a disgruntled breath blowing from her mouth as her eyes roll heavenward and she lowers from her toes. “Actually, I don’t.” From the look on her face, I can tell she’s restraining herself from calling me an idiot, or worse. Her irritation with my interruption is palatable, and I grin.
“Oh, my bad.” I cock my head to the side. “I see you here all the time. I thought you must—”
“Of course,” she nods, her lips twisting as she returns her attention to the shelves before her. “A girl can’t possibly be at the library to study?”  
A witty retort slips through my mind as my hungry gaze locks on her stretched calves once again. The way her muscles bunch and lengthen, pure lust shoots through me as my mouth goes dry. 
“Here, let me give you a hand.” It’s either that or I grab some popcorn and enjoy the show. Moving toward her is a win-win option.
The heel of her blue flat pops off her right foot as she teeters on the stool. Her shield of hair flips over her shoulder. “You work here?” The sarcasm in her voice is thick as her brown eyes meet mine. “I mean, you’re here all the time.” 
I halt mid-step. Well, hell. 
“Touché,” I drawl, biting the edge of my tongue as she resumes her search. Stepping back, I linger, watching her. I swear she squares her shoulders as her head tilts sideways and she struggles, reading the titles inches above her eyeline. Okay, I’ll make her sweat. Make her ask for help. She can pull books down one by one until she finds what she needs, or she can ask me.
“Do you mind?” 
Her frustration propels me forward. “Not at all.” I reach up without permission, my fingers skimming the book spines on the top shelf as I move closer, brushing her back lightly with my free hand. “Which do you need?” 
Wobbling, she stumbles to the ground as though my touch repulses her. “I wasn’t asking for help.”
“Which do you need?” I repeat. 
“None, thank you.” She inches back, her tone formal. I grin, but my boyish smile doesn’t dent her facade. 
“Oh, c’mon, I’m a foot taller than you. Let me help find your book.” The words chase after her as she turns, hurrying down the aisle and out of sight.  
Well, that’s an ego crusher. 
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I return to the main aisle and glance around the nearby stacks. There’s no one around. No witnesses to my humiliating rejection. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I fish it out to find Jules’ face glowing up at me. For the first time since we ran into each other in July, I don’t answer her call. When she shoots me a text a moment later asking about dinner, I ignore it. All I can think of is the tiny little spitfire who blew me off moments ago, and it makes me question what I’ve been doing with Jules. 


#WEST is here!

WEST: A From The Wreckage Novel
Price: $2.99
Release date: February 8, 2016
YA Contemporary Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13 (Mild language and sexual references)
Cover Design: Starla Huchton with Designs by Starla
Cover Photography: Regina Wamba with Mae I Design
Cover Models: Calen Dehen and Bryden Giving

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“Jules’ parents thanked me for saving their daughter that night. Little do they know, their daughter is saving me with every word, every touch, every moment. Sometimes the things you thought you knew are completely wrong. For so long I thought I didn’t want anything to do with the West I was, then Friday night happened and now all I want is what I once had.” 

For high school senior West Rutledge, surviving the storm is only the beginning. Four years ago, he closed himself off from his friends and his dreams, but in one night one girl makes him reconsider everything. 

People say West saved Jules Blacklin’s life the night of the storm. West says Jules saved his. 

This is his side of their story. 

**WEST may be read as a stand alone novel. You do not have to read From The Wreckage first to enjoy his story.**