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Studying ancient Norse mythology is supposed to be hard, but no one warned Caroline it would be life or death.
Caroline Capello’s carefully planned life turns upside-down when Loki, the enigmatic and irresistibly sexy Norse god, appears in her studio apartment, cuts her clothes off, and rocks her world all night long. The next morning, she’s convinced she imagined it all, a result of working too hard and getting too little sleep—until she sees her clothes on the floor, cut down the middle.
Over the course of his unpredictable visits, Caroline questions everything she’s heard about the trickster god and his world. Is he as bad as the myths make him out to be? Will he start Ragnarök, the apocalyptic final battle destined to destroy the gods and ends the Nine Realms?
And does she dare trust him with her heart?
When Loki’s visits stop and Caroline’s other-worldly dreams hint at a dark future, concern for her lover leads her to Val-Hall, the ancient home of Óðinn’s army, where she must put everything she has learned to the test. If she fails, there’s far more than Loki’s life at stake.
The end of the world is on the horizon, and only a graduate student with a crush on a god can prevent it.
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I told myself I’d only work until midnight. When midnight came I made another cup of tea and said I would only work until one in the morning. Now the clock above my tiny half-oven blinked quarter to two, and I ignored it.
“Girnud,” I muttered to myself, trying out the words. I rolled them on my tongue, imagining Viking ships and longhouses, imagining woodsmoke, the spray of salt from the ocean.
“Girnud, löngun.”
And then I was no longer alone in my apartment.
There was, perhaps, a crackle of electricity in the air, a quick gust of cold on the back of my neck, like a melting snowflake.
I looked up from the table. There was a very tall man standing in the middle of my apartment. I stood and stumbled backward, bumping awkwardly against the wall. Our eyes met, and my breath caught in my throat. He was unreasonably attractive.
“Uh, hi?” I stammered, staring at his full lips and long, fiery red hair.
He smiled, and my heart surged. Damn, what a smile. I fought the insane urge to smile back and tore my eyes off him, glancing at the door to my apartment. It was still closed, bolted, with the chain drawn. How did…?
I turned back to him, and he moved a step closer. He wore strange clothes; they looked like leather, black with streaks of gold and red, with an enormous cloak rippling behind him. His fingers were delicate, and his ice-blue eyes seemed to be laughing. He bent toward me, so close our lips were almost touching. So close I could smell him. Woodsmoke. Salt spray. Cold, and leather.
“Hello,” he whispered, his breath warm on my neck.
My skin prickled, and I trembled as my body flushed with heat. I swallowed and tried to think. It’s the middle of the night, I told myself. And there’s a strange man in your apartment. I turned to face him, my gaze lingering on the soft curves of his full lips, wondering how they would feel –
I shook my head to stop myself. You should not be thinking about kissing him.
“What are you – ” The words died in my throat as a jolt of recognition surged through my body. I know you, I thought. I’ve been reading about you since I was thirteen.
“Loki?” I whispered, my voice sounding very small. “Loki… of the Ӕsir?”
His eyes danced. “Very good. I am Loki, son of Laufeyiar.” He gave me another slow, incendiary smile. “And right now, I’m admiring you.”
The room suddenly felt very warm. I took a deep breath. “That’s not possible,” I whispered.
He tilted his head to one side and raised an eyebrow. “What’s not possible?”
Neither of those things are possible.
I don’t know, I thought. Maybe I met a god last month. Or maybe I’m losing my mind.
“Thanks for rescuing me this morning,” I said, avoiding his question.
It was Christmas Day, sunny and a perfect seventy-five degrees in San Diego. We were walking along Coronado Beach, barefoot, my jeans rolled up to my knees. I’d flown in from Chicago last night, and Mom had given me a solid twelve hours of sympathy about breaking up with Doug. But as soon as the presents were opened this morning, she was back to her litany of suggestions about the various ways I could be less of a disappointment to the family.
“Caroline, you could at least wear a little lipstick,” Mom said.
I nodded under the glare of the white aluminum Christmas tree. My mom had given me a Mary Kay makeup kit the size and shape of a cinder block, and I shifted it precariously close to my knees so I could reach my mimosa.
“You’ve just got to get back on that horse,” she continued. “I’m sure there are plenty of very nice boys out there in Chicago. Go have a few dates!”
I nodded again, draining my mimosa in one gulp. I felt like the makeup kit was cutting off circulation in my legs.
“And you know, Caroline,” she said, dropping her voice to a stage whisper, “it wouldn’t hurt to find someone who makes a good living. Because honestly, I don’t know how you expect to support yourself studying Greek gods.”
“Norse, Mom,” I muttered. “I study Norse mythology.”
Mom threw her hands in the air, rolling her eyes.
My brother Geoff came to my rescue then, offering to get the two of us out of Mom’s hair for an hour or so and promising to be back in time to help cook Christmas dinner. And we’d come here, to my favorite place in all of San Diego, the long, golden crescent of Coronado Beach.
He nodded at me, glancing out across the ocean. I followed his gaze, shading my eyes as I looked over the waves. I could just see a freighter on the horizon, dwarfed by the vastness of the sunlit Pacific.
“Some pretty weird shit happened to me this fall,” I said.
“Weirder than normal?”
I snorted a laugh. Weirder than normal, indeed. Weirder than me, the only person in my family with black hair and pale skin? The one who spent her sweet sixteen summer teaching herself to read German while everyone else snuck off to Mexico and had magical first kisses on the beach? The one who decided to move to Chicago and study ancient Viking gods while every other person in my family ran Capello’s Landscaping & Tree Surgery?
“Yeah,” I said. “Weirder than normal.”
My brother nodded. “Weird shit happens to our family,” he said. “You wanna talk about it?”
I looked over the Pacific. Seagulls whirled and dove into the waves, their lonely cries echoing off the beach. Beyond the breakers, the ocean was a pale, translucent blue. Like his eyes, I thought. Just like his eyes. My heart tightened painfully in my chest.
“Not just yet,” I said.
I was in no rush to tell my brother about Loki.
JUST AN ILLUSION SIDE B Side by D.Kelly
Just An Illusion – The B Side (Illusion Series – Book 2)
Cover Design: Regina Wamba / Mae I Design and Photography
Release Date: March 30, 2017
Synopsis
Three life-altering months …
That’s how long it’s been since Amelia Greyson joined the Just an Illusion Tour with Bastards and Dangerous. She’s made new friends, embraced her past, and even found love.
Back on the road …
Following a tragic situation, Amelia is determined to hit the road, put her life in order, and finish the book she was hired to write. Mel’s not the only one affected by what happened; the men of BAD are all trying to move forward, not wanting the past to ruin the remainder of their farewell tour.
Brother vs Brother …
Tensions are high on the Weston brothers’ bus. As each brother settles into their role in Amelia’s life, secrets threaten to rip their relationship to shreds. Can Noah and Sawyer find a way to save the brotherly bond they share? Or will the woman of their dreams end up tearing them apart for good?
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Synopsis
One night changed her life…
Bestselling author Amelia Greyson has grown up in the music industry and isn’t the slightest bit fazed by fame or celebrities. However, when she attends a Bastards and Dangerous concert with her best friend Belle, her world shifts on its axis.
Double trouble…
Sawyer and Noah Weston are the front men of BAD. They’re fraternal twins and sexy as sin. When they hear the author of The O Factor is in their green room, they’re intrigued. She’s just the person they need to write their farewell story. The brothers offer Amelia the opportunity of a lifetime, which she reluctantly accepts.
Three hearts…
Noah is sweet and considerate, working hard to make Amelia feel at home on the road. Unfortunately, the closer they get, the more obnoxious Sawyer becomes. Sawyer is arrogant and distant and he wants Amelia, even though she’s not his for the taking. Only during stolen moments does Sawyer show her who he really is.
Can Amelia maintain a safe distance from Sawyer and keep her heart intact? Or will she shatter Noah’s heart by giving hers to his brother instead?
*Mature Content- This book contains situations not intended for persons under the age of 18. Including, but not limited to – open door sex, cursing, alcohol and/or drug use, and possible triggers.*
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Dee Kelly was born and raised in Southern California. She is the author of The Acceptance Series and the upcoming Illusion Series. Dee has loved writing since she was a child and used to enjoy spinning stories to her childhood friends and seeing their reactions. Dee is a mom, a wife, a dog lover and a margarita enthusiast. She also loves chocolate, caramel, Starbucks, and sarcasm.
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“Does it bother him to be called James?” She sounded worried. “I just assumed…”I put a hand out and lightly touched her shoulder, trying to calm the panicked look in her eyes. I was only partially motivated by my almost uncontrollable need to have my hands on her. “Relax, polite police. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel. It’s not as serious as all that. We’re just really informal. You’ll get used to it.” I looked her up and down, assessing her outfit. “Trust me, in no time we will have you in ripped jeans and concert tees.” I smiled. Why was I smiling at her? And why couldn’t I seem to stop?She shook her head, frowning. “I don’t think my boss…”
I glanced around the parking lot. “Is your boss here?”
“Well, no…” She hedged, looking intrigued.
“Then who cares? Besides, if you’re going to travel with us and be at all of our events, wearing formal looking stuff like that,” I motioned the length of her body, “will make you stick out.”
She did that shoulder squaring thing again, trying to slip back into her uptight niche where she felt safe. “I’m not here to party with the band or fall into the groupie crowd, Kade. I’m here to pull your collective asses out of the fire.”
The way my name rolled off her lips made my dick spring to life.
Not good. At. All.
And the no-nonsense persona she was working so hard to maintain was making her even hotter than she already was.
“Now, back to the issue of my lodging,” she began, “is it agreeable that I stay on the bus with you and your brother?”
I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing, she was hilariously uptight. I’d work on that, though. “Yes, Aubrey, it’s agreeable. Or would you prefer to be called Miss Taylor?”
“And why would you assume it’s not Mrs.?” She bit back at my snarky tone.
I glanced at her left hand and shrugged. “No ring, and what husband in his right mind would leave his wife all alone with five bed-hopping, bar-brawling, trouble-making rock stars?”
“I’m happy to hear that you’re aware of your shortcomings.”
“Nothing about me is short, sweetheart.” I quipped, giving her a slow wink.
Shit, I was flirting with her. What was the matter with me?
Her eyes flashed and she narrowed them on me as she looked up. “I didn’t work this hard for this long to allow the likes of you to call me sweetheart, Mr. Edenfield. You are to address me only as Aubrey or Ms. Taylor, understand? I am not now, nor will I ever be, your damn sweetheart.”
She spun on her heel and stalked off in the other direction, probably to gather her stuff.
She was self-righteous, uptight, judgmental, and too prissy for her own good.
God help me, everything about her turned me on.
KNOCKING BOOTS by Willow Winters & Vivian Wood.
She’s supposed to play my girlfriend until my sister’s wedding, just to get my family off my back.
But she never wanted me to begin with. It was just a stupid bet.
But I can’t let “just a little longer” turn into forever.
She blushes and looks away. I wait for her. I just want her to open up to me. To talk to me. My fingers trail back down to her entrance and back up to her clit, a shudder running through her body.
“Please…” she hesitates to answer as her eyes dart behind me again. I look over my shoulder, but no one’s there.
“Mmmhm. I think you need to unwind,” he says. “You’re so tense all the time.” “And you have an idea how I should unwind?” I say, opening my eyes. I already know what his idea is.
Vivian’s lasting motto in romance is a quote from a favorite song: “Soulmates never die.”
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BUY ME, SIR by Jade West
Jade has increasingly less to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s happy with this fact.
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