USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She's written over ten books and has two series available. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and her hamster.
Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in History. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else.
Paige
Caleb and I were done keeping secrets from each other. Everything needed to be
resolved before his trial; first and foremost, the depth of deceit we’d failed
to unravel. The stakes were higher. And as our past, present, and future
collided, we should be on the same page. But what if I knew something that
would destroy him, and us?
I would do anything for him. Anything for us.
Caleb
My father was a liar, a manipulator, a killer. He was—me. Only, the
longer I’d been away from him, the more those broken pieces of myself had been
gravitating back together. Because the mind was a powerful thing. And love—was
a weakness. A strength. A four-letter word for loyalty. Where was mine? Not in
the hands of the man who’d made me this way. So I didn’t have to wonder what
would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. Instead I wondered,
could I stop it?
My eyes
followed Paige through the mirror as she walked over to the weight rack. I
didn’t want to include her in everything that went down for her safety, but it
was the only way to prevent her from taking off again, trying to do it on her
own.
She stopped
by the five-pound weights, wistfully dragging her fingers over them before
picking up one in each hand.
My eyebrows
arched. “What are you doing?”
“It’s been
a month. My arms are weak. I just need to”—she bit her lip as she curled first
one and then the other dumbbell—“work them out a little.”
I walked up
to her and plucked the weights from her hands before setting them back onto the
rack. “This isn’t starting slow. Two-pound weights are. Better yet, no weights
at all.” I touched her stomach. “You were a personal trainer. You know to use
your core even when you’re only doing curls. With the added weight, it’ll be
too much stress on your stomach.”
“I’ve been
doing some wall pushups and a few other exercises this week, you know that. But
they aren’t enough.”
“I know,
but I don’t want you to push too hard too fast. If you pull something, it’s
going to take you twice as long to recover.” I bent and retrieved my weights
from the floor and set them on the rack. “We have to go anyway. That was
Stuart. We’re meeting with him and Langley.” My arm dropped around her
shoulders as I guided her to the door.
“You know,
being my boyfriend doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do.”
I chuckled.
“I still know what’s best for you. But if you really want to work out your
arms, I could think of a few ways. Massaging my back. Rubbing my—”
The door to
the gym opened, revealing a guard standing in the hallway, so I lowered my head
and whispered in her ear, “Cock.”
Over the
past few days, she’d started to do this thing where she casually cupped my dick
and balls, and it had been driving me fucking nuts. It didn’t help that I got
embarrassingly hard every time she touched me. Like I was getting this second.
“You suck,”
she murmured, and I peered down to see she was smiling.
“No. You
suck.” She didn’t need to see the desire in my eyes to know where my mind
was.
“Maybe I
will.” She looked up, and my eyes grew hazy with desire as we continued out the
door and down the hall.
This
pent-up need to fuck her was making me fear the moment I finally did. Hard,
possessive. Caveman-style, I was sure. I was also sure her body wasn’t ready
for that.
“What am I
going to do with that mouth?” I muttered under my breath, my cock throbbing.
“I have a
few ideas,” she said as a matter-of-factly.
I laughed.
“Tell me. Later. In detail.” My hand circled around the nape of her neck, and I
caressed. “I would love to hear them.”
Some years ago,
Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since.
Her favorite genre is romance with a little angst, which is why she writes
sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a bit more in depth, but so
much fun to read.
Casey has a ridiculously short attention span and loves her coffee and tea
without sugar and milk. Apart from reading or writing, she loves to snowboard,
even when she’s catching an edge and face-planting in the snow. She absolutely
loves it!
In the midst of trying to help his best friend get his girl, Charlie was hit by cupid's arrow, twice. He finds himself the perfect girl to bring home and a spare he wasn’t expecting.
Avery has never wanted the American Dream. She knows who and what she wants, and right now, it’s freedom and Amber. That is until these two tornadoes get a call from their best friend that turns both their lives upside down.
A wild ride of sex, love, and tequila teaches them that there is more to love than boy meets girl. Sometimes you have to get a little creative to find your happily ever after.
**This book contains strong sexual content including M/F/F and is intended for mature audiences only.**
Raised in California, I’m a crunchy mom, save the whales and the rain forests, hippy. I married a sexy man in uniform who let me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers that I created myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much coffee until it's late enough to drink too much wine and am sexually frustrated for your freedom. If you see me online, I'm probably sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids.
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Fluent in sarcasm, Supernatural, and song lyrics, I like talking to people and finding what makes them tick, though that probably has to do with the Psychology degree. I’m up before the sun because my kids don’t sleep, chugging tea and coffee to keep my eyes open and my brain semi functional. Being married to a man in uniform means I’ve lived a lot of places, survived seeing my husband for half the amount of time I’ve been married, and spent a lot of time raising my kids alone.
I love to write messed up psychos with lots of angst, happily ever afters that have to be worked for. Women with sass and backbone, men with a twisted hero complex and the need to control are my favorite to read as well as write.
In the midst of trying to help his best friend get his girl,
Charlie was hit by cupid's arrow, twice. He finds himself the perfect girl to
bring home and a spare he wasn’t expecting.
Avery has never wanted the American Dream. She knows who and
what she wants, and right now, it’s freedom and Amber. That is until these two
tornadoes get a call from their best friend that turns both their lives upside
down.
A wild ride of sex, love, and tequila teaches them that
there is more to love than boy meets girl. Sometimes you have to get a little
creative to find your happily ever after.
**This book contains strong sexual content including M/F/F
and is intended for mature audiences only.**
Raised all over the USA, Andi Jaxon is an interesting mix of East Coast
meets West Coast with a little bit of Southern thrown in, just for good
measure. She drinks too much coffee until it's late enough to drink too much
wine and while her husband is defending his country, Andi is sexually frustrated
for your freedom. If you see Andi online, she is probably sitting in a closet,
hiding from her kids.
Fluent in sarcasm, Supernatural, and song lyrics, AJ
Alexander likes talking to people and finding what makes them
tick, though that probably has more to do with her Psychology degree. Being
married to a man in uniform means she has lived in a lot of places, survived
seeing her husband for half the amount of time I’ve been married, and spent a
lot of time raising her kids alone. AJ loves to write messed up psychos with
lots of angst and happily ever afters that have to be worked for. Women with
sass and backbone, men with a twisted hero complex and the need to control are
her favorite to read as well as write.
