A Different Kind of Love, Book 2
by Liz Durano
by Liz Durano
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Saturday, March 17, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Friday, November 3, 2017
Falling For Jordan
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Release Blitz: Falling For Jordan
by Liz Durano
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Different Kind of Love
Series: Different Kind of Love
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Some one-night stands are just that: one-night stands ...
But for transplant physician Addison Rowe, it means a baby nine months later and a story she's stuck to about being a single mother - by choice.
Besides, after last year's scandal involving her colleague, Dr. Harlow James, Addison's got a professional reputation to protect.
But when her one-night hookup returns home after a year spent building schools in Southeast Asia, Addison will need to decide whether maintaining her reputation is more important than accepting the truth about being human, making mistakes, and finding true love.
This book is a standalone story that follows after Everything She Ever Wanted featuring Dr. Harlow James and Dax Drexel.
About the Author
Liz's start in storytelling got its rocky start in 8th grade when the "play" she was writing landed her in the principal's office for being a bit on the NSFW side. Since then, she's done penance by writing romance and chick lit - with a dose of naughty on the side if you look hard enough. When she's not writing about her muses, she maintains a private massage therapy practice in Manhattan Beach, California. She lives in a century-old house with her family, a Chihuahua, and way too many books.
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Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Everything She Ever Wanted
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Audiobook Release: Everything She Ever Wanted
by Liz Durano
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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She's smart, independent, and heartbroken.
He's gorgeous, a bit rough around the edges, and too young ...
But when a scheduling mistake lands them in the same place at the same time, can their fling turn into the real thing?
When her husband leaves her for a younger woman, transplant surgeon Harlow James finds herself alone, without family, and barely a career. So she trades the bright lights of Manhattan for the open roads and ends up at the Pearl, a sustainable home outside of Taos, New Mexico where she hopes to find out where she went wrong.
Instead, she finds the perfect man.
Too bad he's too young for her ...
Set amidst the enchanting landscape of Taos, New Mexico, Everything She Ever Wanted is a standalone contemporary romance that explores one woman's search for the things that really matter, like love and family, and where losing her way is the best prescription to finding herself - and falling in love - again.
About the Author
Liz's start in storytelling got its rocky start in 8th grade when the "play" she was writing landed her in the principal's office for being a bit on the NSFW side. Since then, she's done penance by writing romance and chick lit - with a dose of naughty on the side if you look hard enough. When she's not writing about her muses, she maintains a private massage therapy practice in Manhattan Beach, California. She lives in a century-old house with her family, a Chihuahua, and way to man books.
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Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Monday, October 24, 2016
Everything She Ever Wanted
Title: Everything She Ever Wanted
Author: Liz Durano
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Model: Franggy Yanez
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
I was never into fairy tales.
But discovering a real live princess in my house reminds me of the story of the three bears and some chick who breaks into their pad, eats all their food, and sleeps in their beds.
Just like the one that’s in mine right now.
At first, I thought she was dead, but the rise and fall of her chest told me that she was just passed out, probably from the half-empty bottle of Bordeaux I’d been saving for a special occasion. Two grand down the drain, courtesy of Goldi-effing-locks here, who’s not only passed out cold, but she’s also naked.
I should walk out right now and let her be…
But I can’t. Not when there’s something else next to the Bordeaux, something that shouldn’t be here. And it’s sitting on top of a note that begins with the words…
“I’m sorry I failed you…”
Though Liz studied journalism in college, she discovered that she preferred writing romantic fiction over news and ad copy. She lives in Southern California with her family where she spends her days writing, chasing after her 6-year old, and stepping over Legos.
Author Links:
KOBO: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/everything-she-ever-wanted-a-different-kind-of-love-novel
IBOOKS: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/everything-she-ever-wanted/id1151445722?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4
“Come here,” Dax murmurs, reaching for my hand and pulling me down to the bed next to him. His gaze travels down my body, and in a moment of uncertainty, I vainly cover myself with my arms.
“Harlow, we don’t have to go through with it if you’re not comfortable.”
"But I am comfortable," I say almost angrily, removing my hands from my breasts before Dax kisses me again. And for the next few minutes, that's all he does—kissing me tenderly and calming the inner turmoil until it simmers down, replaced with the need to have him make love to me. Then he sits up and reaches for his jeans, pulling out a condom packet from his wallet.
The sight of a condom makes me blush even more, only because it’s been a long time since
I’ve needed to use one. Jeff and I were trying to get pregnant then, not avoid it.
“You’re gonna need a few of those,” I blurt out before I can stop myself and hide my face against his chest as he lies on his side next to me. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Don’t worry, because we will need a few of them before the day is over.” Dax pushes me down on my back as he trails long, lazy kisses down my neck and breasts and my belly.
Then he positions himself between my legs, parting my thighs with his hands just as I cover myself from him.
Wait! He's not going down on me, is he?
“Dax, wait…”
He looks up, his gaze questioning. But how can he understand what I cannot say? No one has ever kissed me down there. No one.
"Tell me you don't want me to, Harlow, and I won't."
"It's just that... no one's ever… and I mean, no one…” I can't continue. It sounds so sad.
Pathetic. It’s like some undiscovered country, and in many ways it is. Even I haven’t discovered it yet.
Dax’s brow furrows as he moves back up, so we're level on the bed again. Great. Guess I just killed the mood. “What do you mean, no one?"
I cover my face in my hands, but Dax pulls one hand away. I open one eye and see him studying my face. "This is so embarrassing, Dax. But if you want to do it—"
"This isn't all about me or what I want, Harlow. It's about you and what you want. Would you want me to?"
His words surprise me. Not the question, but the other one, the one about this being about me and what I want. Sure, sex with Jeff had started out fun at first, but it almost felt like two nerds going at it, and before long, it became a duty because we wanted to have a baby so bad. And when IVF came along, it was almost non-existent. It didn’t help that he wasn’t exactly big, something I would never be caught dead mentioning to anyone, not even him.
Instead, I told myself for years that it was the motion of the ocean that mattered, not the size of the ship.
“Would you want me to, Harlow?” Dax asks again.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Everything She Ever Wanted
Title: Everything She Ever Wanted
Author: Liz Durano
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Model: Franggy Yanez
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
I was never into fairy tales.
But discovering a real live princess in my house reminds me of the story of the three bears and some chick who breaks into their pad, eats all their food, and sleeps in their beds.
Just like the one that’s in mine right now.
At first, I thought she was dead, but the rise and fall of her chest told me that she was just passed out, probably from the half-empty bottle of Bordeaux I’d been saving for a special occasion. Two grand down the drain, courtesy of Goldi-effing-locks here, who’s not only passed out cold, but she’s also naked.
I should walk out right now and let her be…
But I can’t. Not when there’s something else next to the Bordeaux, something that shouldn’t be here. And it’s sitting on top of a note that begins with the words…
“I’m sorry I failed you…”
Facebook Party:
Though Liz studied journalism in college, she discovered that she preferred writing romantic fiction over news and ad copy. She lives in Southern California with her family where she spends her days writing, chasing after her 6-year old, and stepping over Legos.
Author Links:
KOBO: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/everything-she-ever-wanted-a-different-kind-of-love-novel
IBOOKS: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/everything-she-ever-wanted/id1151445722?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4
“Come here,” Dax murmurs, reaching for my hand and pulling me down to the bed next to him. His gaze travels down my body, and in a moment of uncertainty, I vainly cover myself with my arms.
“Harlow, we don’t have to go through with it if you’re not comfortable.”
"But I am comfortable," I say almost angrily, removing my hands from my breasts before Dax kisses me again. And for the next few minutes, that's all he does—kissing me tenderly and calming the inner turmoil until it simmers down, replaced with the need to have him make love to me. Then he sits up and reaches for his jeans, pulling out a condom packet from his wallet.
The sight of a condom makes me blush even more, only because it’s been a long time since I’ve needed to use one. Jeff and I were trying to get pregnant then, not avoid it.
“You’re gonna need a few of those,” I blurt out before I can stop myself and hide my face against his chest as he lies on his side next to me. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Don’t worry, because we will need a few of them before the day is over.” Dax pushes me down on my back as he trails long, lazy kisses down my neck and breasts and my belly. Then he positions himself between my legs, parting my thighs with his hands just as I cover myself from him.
Wait! He's not going down on me, is he?
“Dax, wait…”
He looks up, his gaze questioning. But how can he understand what I cannot say? No one has ever kissed me down there. No one.
"Tell me you don't want me to, Harlow, and I won't."
"It's just that... no one's ever… and I mean, no one…” I can't continue. It sounds so sad. Pathetic. It’s like some undiscovered country, and in many ways it is. Even I haven’t discovered it yet.
Dax’s brow furrows as he moves back up, so we're level on the bed again. Great. Guess I just killed the mood. “What do you mean, no one?"
I cover my face in my hands, but Dax pulls one hand away. I open one eye and see him studying my face. "This is so embarrassing, Dax. But if you want to do it—"
"This isn't all about me or what I want, Harlow. It's about you and what you want. Would you want me to?"
His words surprise me. Not the question, but the other one, the one about this being about me and what I want. Sure, sex with Jeff had started out fun at first, but it almost felt like two nerds going at it, and before long, it became a duty because we wanted to have a baby so bad. And when IVF came along, it was almost non-existent. It didn’t help that he wasn’t exactly big, something I would never be caught dead mentioning to anyone, not even him. Instead, I told myself for years that it was the motion of the ocean that mattered, not the size of the ship.
“Would you want me to, Harlow?” Dax asks again.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Everything She Ever Wanted
Title: Everything She Ever Wanted
Author: Liz Durano
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Model: Franggy Yanez
Expected Release Date: Oct. 18th, 2016
Blurb:
I was never into fairy tales.
But discovering a real live princess in my house reminds me of the story of the three bears and some chick who breaks into their pad, eats all their food, and sleeps in their beds.
Just like the one that’s in mine right now.
At first, I thought she was dead, but the rise and fall of her chest told me that she was just passed out, probably from the half-empty bottle of Bordeaux I’d been saving for a special occasion. Two grand down the drain, courtesy of Goldi-effing-locks here, who’s not only passed out cold, but she’s also naked.
I should walk out right now and let her be…
But I can’t. Not when there’s something else next to the Bordeaux, something that shouldn’t be here. And it’s sitting on top of a note that begins with the words…
“I’m sorry I failed you…”
Facebook Party:
Though Liz studied journalism in college, she discovered that she preferred writing romantic fiction over news and ad copy. She lives in Southern California with her family where she spends her days writing, chasing after her 6-year old, and stepping over Legos.
Author Links:
“Harlow, we don’t have to go through with it if you’re not comfortable.”
"But I am comfortable," I say almost angrily, removing my hands from my breasts before Dax kisses me again. And for the next few minutes, that's all he does—kissing me tenderly and calming the inner turmoil until it simmers down, replaced with the need to have him make love to me. Then he sits up and reaches for his jeans, pulling out a condom packet from his wallet.
The sight of a condom makes me blush even more, only because it’s been a long time since I’ve needed to use one. Jeff and I were trying to get pregnant then, not avoid it.
“You’re gonna need a few of those,” I blurt out before I can stop myself and hide my face against his chest as he lies on his side next to me. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Don’t worry, because we will need a few of them before the day is over.” Dax pushes me down on my back as he trails long, lazy kisses down my neck and breasts and my belly. Then he positions himself between my legs, parting my thighs with his hands just as I cover myself from him.
Wait! He's not going down on me, is he?
“Dax, wait…”
He looks up, his gaze questioning. But how can he understand what I cannot say? No one has ever kissed me down there. No one.
"Tell me you don't want me to, Harlow, and I won't."
"It's just that... no one's ever… and I mean, no one…” I can't continue. It sounds so sad. Pathetic. It’s like some undiscovered country, and in many ways it is. Even I haven’t discovered it yet.
Dax’s brow furrows as he moves back up, so we're level on the bed again. Great. Guess I just killed the mood. “What do you mean, no one?"
I cover my face in my hands, but Dax pulls one hand away. I open one eye and see him studying my face. "This is so embarrassing, Dax. But if you want to do it—"
"This isn't all about me or what I want, Harlow. It's about you and what you want. Would you want me to?"
His words surprise me. Not the question, but the other one, the one about this being about me and what I want. Sure, sex with Jeff had started out fun at first, but it almost felt like two nerds going at it, and before long, it became a duty because we wanted to have a baby so bad. And when IVF came along, it was almost non-existent. It didn’t help that he wasn’t exactly big, something I would never be caught dead mentioning to anyone, not even him. Instead, I told myself for years that it was the motion of the ocean that mattered, not the size of the ship.
“Would you want me to, Harlow?” Dax asks again.
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