Saturday, 30 August 2014


The Lost Summer


Growing up in Sarasota certainly had its perks.
For Beth Lovell, nothing appealed to her more than lazing on the white sandy beaches and swimming in the bright blue ocean during the holidays. But, unbeknown to her, this summer would be entirely different from all of the others. It would be the summer she would fall in love.
Beth had high hopes for her future, but fast forward six years and she’s still living in the same seaside city she grew up in; with all of her aspirations firmly out of reach. The passing of her father caused for her dreams to die along with him. Instead of chasing what she’d always wanted, she stayed with her mother and now helps to run the family business set on the beachfront.
Every day for the past four years had been the same, until he came back. 
Her first love returns and the attraction they both felt for each other is still as strong as it was when they first met.
But, things are never that simple. 
Seventy-two months was a long time for nothing to change at all.
Will her first love be her last, or has too much time passed by for them to rekindle their lost summer romance?

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Love @ First Site


‘He was the opposite of what I’d craved for in my past, but everything I wanted for my future.’ 
For twenty-four year old Natalie Calloway, the prospect of falling in love again was never a part of her immediate plans, and deep-down she held only a slither of hope that she would someday find and be able to live her happy ever after with somebody who would love her for her; unconditionally.
She was content with living the single life, but her best friend decided to take matters into her own hands, bringing a mysterious stranger into her life from the online world. 
He’s handsome, charming, but most importantly of all, he’s nothing like the ex-fiancĂ© who’d broken her heart the week before their wedding day.
Jackson Hale is the typical boy next door. An ordinary guy with an ordinary job. Or is he?
Can he bring her everything she’s ever wanted, or does he have an ulterior motive that will bring her whole world crashing down around her, doubting whether true love can ever truly exist?

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Title: Strike (Spark, #3)
Author: Jennifer Ryder
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2014
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Fast. That’s how I like life, especially my two great joys: bikes and women. I’m committed to exclusively riding one, but not the other. Until April. A sexy-arse freelance photographer who’s travelled the world, and doesn’t do long walks on the beach or romantic candlelit dinners. She enjoys running with the bulls and food spicy enough to make your hair fall out. If that weren’t enough to get me hard, she rides a mean mother of a motorcycle. I’ve gotta have a taste of this wildcat.
~Spencer (Jones)
I don’t do fast. Not anymore. I’ve got my career, my independence, and since I fled Spain to come back home I promised myself that I wouldn’t be put second—or third, for that matter—again. Then I meet pretty boy Spencer. He’s smooth, oozing the most potent pheromones probably known to modern science, and he’s making a move on me. One kiss was almost enough for my promise to dissolve. My head says no—my treacherous body screams yes. I’m gonna make Spencer work for it. Make him fight for the chance to have me, because I know that deep down I’m worth it.
~April MacIntyre
My head pounds, alerting me to the fact that I’m alive. Barely. I run my hand over my bare chest to find a set of fingers clad with rings. The hand tightens, sharp nails scratching my skin as they sweep over my ribs. I shudder with the realisation that she’s still here. That was not part of the plan. Her hand continues over to my hipbone, and curls around my side. I turn to see her face buried in the pillow beside me, a cascade of fiery red curls tangled down her back, a strong contrast to her pale skin. I strain to lift my head off the pillow, and there he is. Ryan. On the far edge of my king-sized bed, face down, bare arse and all. I’m here again. My life on repeat. My liver screams out its hate for me, and my body aches in silent protest. And why the fuck is my arse sore? I wriggle to release myself from her hold. I don’t like them to stay, but Ryan and I were obviously too fucked-up to care. I must’ve passed out, because normally I deal with their exit. I don’t do mornings. I don’t do awkward. I like simple hook-ups, and then “see ya”; No expectations, no complications. This here looks complicated. Walking naked across my bedroom, the floor littered with condom wrappers and clothes, I pick up a rogue black leather shoe and throw it at Ryan’s arse. He chokes on his snore, and stirs. “Hey, what the fuck, man?” He rolls over, thankfully tugging the tangled sheets with him to shield his dick. I don’t need a vision of his giant cock in the back of my head today. “What’s up is that you and Princess Redhead need to leave, buddy. I gotta get to work,” I whisper loudly. Working for Dad today is totally gonna blow. Ryan swings his legs off the bed, and stretches his arms over his head. “Well, you never fail to disappoint, man. Guess I’ll catch ya next time I’m in town.” I take a white crumpled towel that I must have left on the floor yesterday and wrap it around my hips. “That depends, mate. If you’re the reason my arse is sore, then this was the last time. Oh, and you might just get the shit kicked out of you.” He chuckles quietly to himself. “You don’t remember?” He grabs his jeans from the floor in front of him, and slips them on. “Remember what?” Oh no. Ryan did not go there. I’ll kill him. On instinct, my teeth grind against each other, and I breathe out heavily through my nose as I stalk towards him. He holds up a hand. “Relax,” he says, as he juts his chin towards the redhead. “Miss Ginger Sex Fiend over there brought toys.” “Fuck,” I gasp. I’ve seriously gotta lay off the drink. “Now, get outta here. I’ll take care of Ginger.” Ryan winks, and runs his hands through his mussed up sandy-coloured hair. Yeah. I need to get to work. Spark series-2
Spark (Spark #1)
Spike (Spark #2)
Strike (Spark, #3)
About the Author
New Adult and erotic romance writer, and author of the Spark series.

A sexy imagination, a life-long love of books and a sucker for romance, Jennifer Ryder couldn't stifle her creativity any longer.

Writing steamy adult romance has become her new focus. Living on a rural property in New South Wales, Australia, she enjoys the best of city and country.

Her loving husband is ever willing to provide inspiration, and her two young cherubs, and sheep that don't see fences as barriers, keep life more than interesting.

Jennifer placed third in the International Stringybark Erotic Short Fiction Award 2013.
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