House of Archer #1
New Adult Rock Star Romance
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When the worst thing imaginable happens to Mary Dougal, her physical body might have survived but her soul feels like it has died. Now the only thing getting her up every morning is the thought of revenge. Making her attackers pay will be the final act in her life.
Feeling like half a man after a tragic accident, former soldier Cain “Ace” Turner has given up on even the idea of love. He’s focused on building his construction business and trying to leave his painful past behind him. With his family’s support and sometimes unwelcome meddling, he tries to just live one day at a time.
Of course love doesn’t give up that easily, and it just might be the only thing to save them both. When these two meet and get surprised by possibilities, can they prove together that love truly conquers all?
Eventually, just because I’m tired of arguing and my asshole friends got my mother to organize it, I agree to a blind date with a woman named Emma. I arrive exactly on time. I take a couple of deep breaths before knocking on her door. I hate this, but I will make the best of a bad situation.
“Hi, there,” Emma greets me. “Sorry I’m not ready yet. Are you early?”
She invites me in to wait for her, not giving me a chance to answer her before she leaves me alone in the living room. She’s still in her robe, not a promising start. I hope we make our reservation.
The short glimpse I get of her isn’t that great. She’s a platinum blonde with much too fake everything. I prefer more natural-looking women. But I’ll give her a chance. Maybe she’s a real sweet person.
I stand around for a while hoping it will only be a couple of minutes. I eventually give up and sit down. A full half hour later, she walks into the room ready to leave.
Using baseball terminology, that would be strike one.
“I’m surprised that you’re so good looking. Why did your mother have to set you up on a blind date? Are you a weirdo? Where are we going?” she asks, not giving me a chance to reply at all.
This one-sided conversation carries on all the way to the restaurant. I decided to take her to my favorite little Mexican cantina for dinner. The food is incredible and the atmosphere is fun and relaxed. When we get there, I open the car door for her and put my hand on her lower back to lead her into the building.
“Oh my, but you are a gentleman. A little quiet for my liking, but I suppose I can get used to it,” she says.
I can’t help the grin on my face. She hasn’t given me a chance to open my mouth. I can actually feel the headache coming on. I’m mentally cursing my mother for this.
We’re ushered into the restaurant and seated without a wait … a small blessing. I pull out Emma’s chair for her and she giggles. Oh, heaven help me. This is a nightmare.
“Have you been here before? It looks nice. I hope the food is good. I believe you’re in construction? What is that like?” she utters in one breath.
I decide to try and get a word in. “I love seeing things going from nothing to something special, whether it’s a renovation or a new build. It’s exciting and never dull,” I quickly blurt out.
By the look on her face, she’s surprised I said something. I wonder if she ever lets her dates talk.
The server arrives and I order my meal before Emma interrupts me, and then wait for her to place hers. The waiter gives me a pitying look. I wonder how much he overheard. As he leaves to place the order, Emma starts up again.
“I really hope the food is good because it’s a little noisy in here. I can’t hear myself think. I feel like I can’t even have a conversation.”
It takes my best poker face, to stop myself from bursting out in laughter. She hasn’t shut up for more than three seconds since we’ve been here.
That’s definitely strike number two.
The questions continue nonstop as our meals are prepared and eventually served. I have never wished for an emergency call so much in my life. I actually take out my phone before I start eating to check if I missed any calls.
“Didn’t you go to college? Why end up doing such a low level job? Did you ever think about bettering yourself?” she asks.
I grind my teeth so hard I can almost feel them cracking under the pressure. I suppose she wanted a rich guy as a date. I give her a smile and nod, though I’m sure it’s more of a grimace.
Not content with dissing my career and my family, she digs herself in deeper. “At least you’re not in the Army. Those guys just go into the military because they can’t get anything better. I mean, can’t they get real jobs?” she says.
I see red. I’m not even halfway through my meal, but I can’t take it anymore.
“That’s it. Shut up, will you? Those people who you say can’t do any real jobs are the ones who allow you to sleep safely at night. Those men and women go out into dangerous situations to make sure you live in a free country. Every one of them is a better person than you. I’m a veteran, and your opinion is offensive. I can’t bear your ignorance anymore.”
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“So,” she began, turning the chair so that she was standing directly in front of me. “When you go into the private room, he’ll be in a chair, or on the couch. Your performance should begin as soon as you enter the room. First, walk slowly, purposefully, your eyes locked on him. You can look him up and down, your face conveying that you like what you see, that you think he’s hot … Even if you don’t, but always bring your eyes back to him and maintain eye contact. Once you get a few feet away, touch yourself. Push your hair back off your shoulders, run a hand down your body, casually brushing against your breasts, but not lingering. Tease him.” Ginger began to mimic her instructions as she spoke. She walked up to my chair, stopping once our legs were close enough to touch. “The music will begin, then, do what feels natural. Let the rhythm flow through you, and move.” Ginger started swaying to an imaginary beat. Her hands roaming, pausing to cup her breasts and lift them, before trailing down and along her stomach.
I began to get uncomfortable, and was sure I was blushing, but Ginger kept talking. And moving.
“When you can tell he’s turned on, and you’re ready, straddle him.” She put her hands on my shoulder, leaning in so her hair brushed across me, as she lifted herself up and over me. She kept her hand on my shoulder, but pulled back enough to look down at me, then she began to move. “Be careful to get close enough that he can feel the heat of your body, without actually touching him. The guys aren’t allowed to touch us, Big Mike will make sure of that, but you want to give them the illusion of sex.” Ginger began to writhe back and forth, swaying her hips and causing her breasts to bounce perilously close to my face.
I suddenly realized this was the most action I’d had in twelve months.
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Cover Reveal ~ Ignite a broken novel
~ Its always darkest before the dawn
From award winning YA science fiction Author: Carlyle Labuschagne
In this epic conclusion to the Broken Trilogy when all seems lost and annihilate by darkness, Troy sets out to to rescue his friends and the survivors of his planet from the controlling hands of Illuninatus. On his rescue mission he discovers where Ava has been held captive for nearly three years completely warded from all supernatural seekers. Troy alone can save her from the brink of her dark disease and stop her from unleashing death to life as we know it.
But first Troy and Troy have to set out into the darkest, lost realms of a desolate Earth together seeking out Cain who holds the answers on how to how the cure to the Shadowing Disease works before her disease becomes irreversible and she becomes the Dark Queen forever, burning down the entire world and those she loves down with it.
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Cover Designer: Ubber talented Regina Wamba Mae I design and photography
Book: Ignite A broken novel #3 (end of trilogy) can be read as a stand alone
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishers
Expected date: 2016
Calyle is an South African award wining author, with a flair for mixing genres and adding loads of drama to every story she creates. For now she is happy to take over the world and convert non Sci-fi believers. Her favorite genre to write is YA SF and dystopian romance novels.
Her goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another by delivering strong messages of faith, love and hope within every outrageous world she writes about.
“I love to swim, fight for the trees, and am a food lover who is driven by my passion for life. I dream that one day my stories will change the lives of countless teenagers and have them obsess over the world literacy can offer them instead of worrying about fitting in. Never sacrifice who you are, its in the dark times that the light comes to life.”
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