you’d asked me what I thought I’d be doing at twenty-two, it certainly wouldn’t
be taking my clothes off for complete strangers. The world sees me as a whore
and a worthless piece of trash. No one would ever believe that I am still a
virgin, waiting to find love. I think I can easily say that I don’t think love
is ever going to be finding me at Club Climax.
I give the crowd
what they want. For the next two and half minutes, I dance, undress, shake my
ass, and slide up and down the metal pole. I am in complete control while I am
up here on this stage. The dancers make the rules at this place. That is except
for the room in the far back, known as Ultimate Climax. It is the one place
where all power is surrendered; the one place in this club that I said I’d
never go, no matter how desperate I got. The price is just too high for me, and
I refuse to sell myself to the highest bidder. I cannot afford to lose the only
thing I have left… My control.
Sometimes, the day
comes when we have to do the things that we said we would never do. For me,
that day is here. I take a deep breath, grab the door handle, and know that
once I walk through that door, my whole life will forever change.
Little did I know
just how much it actually would.
is a sexy sassy Southern bitch who ADORES sex. DUH! Her favorite hobbies
include burning up the sheets with her delicious husband, achieving multiple
screaming orgasms in new and unusual places, and flashing her tits to the
world. She proudly admits to having a tiny bit of male eye candy addiction
(Okay, she’s a total man- candy whore).
embraces and expresses her natural sexuality fully in her writing. It is her
dream to one day stage a massive intervention for the boring prudes of the
world that believe the missionary position is erotic. “SEEK HELP IMMEDIATELY” she screams!
resides in Nashville with her husband and their massive collection of sex
toys. She aspires to spice up your world
and dampen your panties.
In Present Perfect, Brad Johnson was sexy,
cocky, rich and a complete Smurff**ker. He could afford anything he wanted and
could charm any girl he set his eyes on. Everything was laid out in front of
him, all for the taking except the one thing he craved and needed. A tragic
event forces him to reevaluate his life. When he tries to change, will the
people in his life let him move on from his past or will they constantly hold
him to the life altering mistakes he’s made?
Mabry Darnell is intelligent, ambitious, beautiful, and sassy. Secrets from her
past haunt the present causing her to question her actions in order to shield
her heart and protect her life.
From the moment Brad and Mabry met, their connection was strong, intense, and
electrifying. Both knew they had found the one person who could satisfy what
the other ached for. When their pasts collide with their present, will it
prevent them from having a future together or will love be strong enough to
conquer their demons?
WAMFU and Beyond!! 5 Star Perfection!!!!
“I’m sorry Mabry. If I had known you were going to be my future, I
would have been a better man in my past” - Brad
We first met Bradley (aka the Smurff*cker) who stole Tweet’s V card
in Present Perfect. He was a superb example of Mr. Douchebag. Past Imperfect is
Brad and Mabry’s story, and it is just as poignant and beautifully written as
Brad has gone through serious changes since we last seen him
whoring himself out to the female population in Present Perfect. All grown up,
graduated from Duke University he’s a fully functioning lawyer, practicing at
his useless and womanizing father’s law firm.
Yeah I’m not a fan of either of his parents; both are selfish, cruel and
extremely self centered people. For example, Brad overhears his loving parents
arguing over the fact that he was never wanted, and his parents regret not
aborting him before birth. I know right? This will do wonders for a person’s
emotional stability. Anyway I digress, let’s just say his parents are not good
people, moving on.
Mabry has had her fair share of life altering traumas as well. She
lost her mother in the worst possible way, and to top it off, she was the
person to find her. Her father is closed off and emotionally crippled, leaving
her to suffer alone. Mabry is also a practicing lawyer and has recently
accepted a position in Bradley’s firm. Mabry has some very serious emotional
issues and she is hiding some very painful secrets. Emotionally and physically
numb, she unavailable for any type of relationship, outside of a casual romp.
She fears Brad’s feelings for her, and she does the unthinkable, she lashes
out, she runs, she hides. Mabry drove me to drink, I loved her, but she frustrated
the hell out of me, probably much they way she infuriated Brad ironically
“One day I gave in and kissed him. Since then it’s been a constant
struggle to keep him at arm’s length because I crave him and I scared to death I’m
starting to need him. But I can’t have him.” - Mabry
Brad and Mabry’s chemistry is undeniable, and captivating, right
from the start. Their pain and scars are so prevalent your heart and soul aches
for them. Brad is head over heels in love and wants to share his life with
Mabry, but Mabry is terrified of her feelings, and what can, in her mind,
happen if she allows herself to fall.
“Don’t go. I’ve never had anyone in my life like you, Mabry. You’re
mine.” - Brad
The love scenes in this book are sexy and romantic. The connection
between Mabry and Brad makes your heart race and ache. I spent a few minutes
swooning and blushing over the wonderfully dirty things, that came out of
Brad’s mouth. For instance...
“Resting his forehead against mine, he said, “I want to lick, suck,
and fuck every part of you all at the same time.” – Brad
I KNOW! LOL
“You could watch yourself in the mirror while as I make you come,
Mabry. Watching you come is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” -
Emotionally this book will more than give you all the feels, it
will hold you in its grasp until you’re finished. Brad loves Mabry in a way
that makes you sigh, blush, tingle and swoon. Every woman should be so lucky. I
adored this book; I adored the characters, and the writing. Past Imperfect is
the total package.
“Trying to catch my breath, I rest my forehead against hers, and
ask, “Do you think it’s possible to love someone before you’re met them?
Because I think I’ve loved you my entire life.” “I do. I’ve been waiting for
you my entire life.” - Brad and Mabry
Sexy, romantic, tragic, funny, emotional, heartbreaking. The ending
is beyond touching and magical, it leaves you as reader, satisfied and your
“Wamfu, “ I breathe out. “Wamfu?” She scrunches up her face in
confusion. “My brain couldn’t decide whether to say ‘wow, damn, or fuck’, so it
came out ‘wamfu’. – Brad
I can’t recommend Past Imperfect highly enough; it goes onto my
favourites list for 2014. Read this book, it’s totally WAMFU!
was born and raised in Charleston, SC. As a child she would create (write)
additional scenes to TV shows and movies that she watched. She attended
Winthrop University and graduated with a major in Theater. While at school she
began writing one act plays which she later produced. Throughout the years she
continued writing and producing several one act plays, but then life got in the
way and she hung up her pen for a while. At the end of 2012 a very talented
author friend convinced Alison to go back to writing and see what happens. So
she did and fell back in love with it. Present Perfect will be Alison's first
self-published book. A few personal facts, Alison loves anything sweet,
especially frosting, and is addicted to Diet Pepsi. Alison's philosophy: Don't
let your obstacles define you. At times life can get pretty overwhelming, but
with a great support system and a lot of humor you can get through them. If you
have humor in your life your spirit stays strong and you can tackle anything.
Series (Y/N) - Yes, first book in series. Second will be out April 20th, 2014.
When I wake up in a dark, unfamiliar room, I have no idea what's waiting for me in the shadows. My imagination conjures up demons of the worst kind.
Reality is much worse:
A collar with no leash. A prison with no walls. And a life stripped of meaning.
I am presented with a vile contract and asked to sign. It outlines the terms of my servitude. The only information I have about my captor are the two small letters inked at the bottom:
Armed with only my memories, I must do everything I can to avoid becoming ensnared in his twisted mind games. But in the end, it all comes down to one choice:
Resist and die.
Or submit, and sign my life away.
“Lilly.” Oh God. It’s him. There’s no mistaking that rich, masculine treble. What’s he doing down here? “M-Mr. Stonehart,” I stutter, turning. I curse my inability to hide my surprise. He totally caught me off-guard. I have to look up to meet his eyes. Then up some more. The face that I find is so striking it should belong to a Greek god. He’s younger than I expected. Late thirties, maybe early forties. That means he started his company when he was younger than me! Dark scruff lines his angular cheeks. His jet-black hair is styled in long, natural waves. My fingers itch to run through it. Totally inappropriate. He has a prominent nose that might be too big on a less imposing man, but on him, it’s perfect. In short, he’s a package of the purest masculinity I’ve ever seen. And then there are his eyes. Oh my God. His eyes. They pierce into me like honing missiles. They are the deepest black I have ever seen. They would be frightening if they weren’t so beautiful. When the light reflects a certain way, you catch a glimpse of the purple underneath. They are like midnight sapphires. His eyes reveal a cunning intellect. Those eyes do not miss a thing. Add all that to his towering height, his wide shoulders, his confident-yet-at-ease posture… and Stonehart cuts an intimidating figure. My gaze darts to his left hand before I can stop it. No ring. He’s unmarried. He looks down at me, expectantly. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, and I feel like I’m being dissected, measured up, and tucked away in some small corner of his brain. I imagine this is what a gemstone feels like under the magnifying class of the most critical appraiser. Stonehart clears his throat. I come to with a start, realizing I haven’t said anything in ages. I open my mouth, but the capacity for speech seems like a foreign concept to my brain. “I—” Somebody bumps into me from behind. I stagger forward. I’m not used to these shoes, so my heel steps the wrong way. My ankle twists under me, and I start to fall. I don’t fall far. The hand still on my elbow tightens, and Stonehart pulls me into him. I plaster myself onto the solid steel wall the man has for a body. I catch a scent of his cologne. It’s a deep, musky smell with a hint of charred spruce that is all male. It scrambles my thoughts even more. “Sorry!” a rushed voice calls out. From the corner of my eye, I see the postman giving a hurried, apologetic wave. Although the sequence lasts less than a second, it feels like an eternity. Pressed up against him like that, I don’t want to move. I know that I couldn’t have made a worse first impression. Stonehart eases me off him with a firm yet gentle grip. Our eyes meet. I flush the most vibrant red. His fingers graze my forehead as he brushes a lock of hair out of my face. Any tenderness I may have imagined vanishes when Stonehart takes out his cell. He long dials a key and growls an order. “Steven. See the delivery boy leaving right now? Have his building pass revoked.” I gape. Stonehart keeps speaking. “Wait. I thought of one better. Bar his company from accessing the building.” There’s a pause. “For how long? Indefinitely. FedEx can talk to me when they have an improved employee selection program in place.” The phone call gives me just enough time to compose myself. My heart’s still beating out of my chest. But nobody has to know that. I speak without thinking. “You’re going to restrict the entire company from serving this building because of that?” Stonehart humors me with an answer. “A company’s employees are its most important asset. Their behavior reflects the organization as a whole. If FedEx decided that clown is good enough for them, it tells me they’re sloppy. I do not do business with sloppy organizations.” “What about the other tenants in the building?” I ask. “Won’t that piss them off?” When I hear myself and realize how improper my question is, my cheeks flame red again. Stonehart’s eyes darken, as if he cannot believe I asked that question. I open my mouth to apologize for my imprudence, hating the way my professional skills have evaporated into thin air. I’m cut off by a short, barked laugh. “Miss Ryder.” He sounds amused. “I believe that is the most direct and honest question anybody has dared ask me in weeks.” He takes my elbow again and leads me to the elevators. I have to take two quick steps to match one of his long strides. “Yes,” he continues. “They will be ‘pissed off.’ But the perk of owning a building—” he hits the elevator call button, “—is that you get to make executive decisions.” He gives me an unreadable glance as the doors open. “That is, at the risk of being questioned by inexperienced interns.” If that isn’t a loaded remark, I don’t know what is. I flush scarlet red for the third time since I’ve met him. I’ve never had a man throw me so off balance. The elevator is packed, for which I’m infinitely thankful. The trip up will give me some time to properlycompose myself. Gratitude turns to panic when the crowd files out, meek as mice, when Stonehart steps in. None of the people waiting in the lobby follow us. The doors close. I’m alone in here with him. My heart’s beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. He catches me staring. “Impressed?” he asks. “They know you,” I manage. His dark eyes flash with amusement. “Astute.”
I’m Scarlett Edwards. I wrote my first book as a college sophomore. After six months of edits, it made its debut as Yours to Savor.
That was at the start of 2013. I’ve written more books since then. You can find them all here.
It’s funny how quickly life changes. I used to think I’d need a degree to get a “Real Job.” Then I wrote a few books, they got somewhat popular, and now I’m living the life as a full-time romance author.
Thanks to all my readers for making my dreams come true!
Sorry I vanished like I did. I’m not sure I can even explain
things. I don’t know when I’ll be back. IF I’ll be back. I’m not sure of
anything, except that I love you, Ever. You’re my twin, my best friend, and
leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I know you don’t understand.
Maybe you never will. I hope you don’t, honestly. It would be easier that way.
That’s cowardly, I’m sure.
Cade, take care of her. Love her, the way she deserves. The way
you always have, for forever and always.
If I could ask you anything, it’s that you remember me as I was,
and forget me as I am.
I’m sorry, and goodbye, and I love you.
6 Unrelenting Stars
~This Book Will Blow You Away~
“You feel that way because that’s
exactly what love is. Giving yourself with all your faults and vulnerabilities
to someone else, trusting that they’ll treasure what you’re giving them.” -
Where do I even begin? This last
book in the Ever Trilogy, has completely wrung me out. Emotionally and physically,
I’m spent. I’m writing this review directly after finishing, quite simply
because I need to purge. This conclusion
is nothing short of superb. Jasinda Wilder took a very sensitive and taboo
topic, and just put it right out there. Adultery, deception, all among siblings. Doesn’t get much more real than
that folks. The writing in this book is beyond words. Beautiful, heartbreaking,
“Sometimes all you can do is push
through. Make mistakes and accept them. You can’t always make the right
decision. Sometimes there isn’t one. Sometimes there’s just everything getting
all fucked up, and the only thing you can do is go through it and pick up the
pieces on the other side.” - Cade
In Saving Forever the dual
perspectives are gone, and now we are given four. Ever, Cade, Eden and Carter.
When we left off at the end of After Forever, Eden had found out she was a
pregnant, Cade was nearing a breakdown, and Ever had just woken up, after being
in a coma for well over a year. Now in this last book we pick up right where we
left off. Eden is on her own, pregnant, alone, terrified and being devoured by
her guilt. Ever is healing and struggling to learn how to be herself again.
Cade is still suffering and drowning in guilt, while struggling to reconnect
with his one and only true love. Carter, oh Carter. Carter has his own issues,
and everyone in this story has baggage. I mean a metric shit tonne of it.
“It had been eleven months since
I’d spoken a single word. But for her, I might find the courage to simply say
hello.” - Carter
We bounce back and forth
throughout the story, so that we have everyone’s side of the story. We feel,
all of their feels. It is powerful, moving, heartbreaking, raw and magnificent.
Saving Forever is quite simply this best book I’ve read so far this year; this
series may very well be my favourite work of Jasinda’s to date. I love books
that are unapologetic and charged. This book will put your through every
possible range of emotions known to man. The story line is tricky, it will make
you a bit uncomfortable, but with everyone’s feelings and thoughts, now out in
the open, I found it much more relateable. I understood completely how this
tragedy came to be. Life cannot be controlled and neither can fate, this entire
series is a testimonial to that very fact. Horrific things happen, to good
people all the time. However it’s about never backing down, never giving up,
and always struggling to survive, that matters the most. Holding on to those
that mean the most to you in life is most important. To forgive, even the
unforgivable is divine.
“Forgiveness is a choice, and so
is love.” - Cade
This book touched me, deeply.
Ever, Cade, Eden and Carter will be with me for a long time to come. This book
was fabulous and you must read it. I command it.
Congratulations to Jasinda Wilder
for her best work yet. This lady is a goddess and I am in awe.
NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY and WALL STREET JOURNAL bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. When she's not writing, she's probably shopping, baking, or reading.
You can often find Jasinda drinking sweet red wine with frozen berries and eating a cupcake.