Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Featured Author: Casey Clipper

Welcome Today's Featured Author
Casey Clipper!!!


Novels in The Love Series:
Silent Love (Book 1)
Unexpected Love (Book 2)
Dangerous Love (Book 3)
Taken Love (Book 4) - the final installment



Silent Love (The Love Series-Book 1): 

Former Navy SEAL Sean Millen has been perfectly fine with his bachelorhood until recently, when he realizes he's unhappy with his single status. Unfortunately, his playboy reputation doesn't offer him the type of woman that could fulfill his days and nights as well as settle into the specific life he envisions.  

Four years ago, Beth Connors' world was entirely altered. Beth spends her days trying to remain invisible in order to avoid unwanted attention. Each night she sheds grief-filled tears over the former life she once led but will never be able to regain.

When Beth literally runs into him. Doctor Sean Millen. A force of nature. A rock. A reputable heartbreaker, who takes an immediate interest in her, there's no place for her to hide. But Beth's natural instinct to push Sean away to save herself and him from the difficult task of adjusting their lives to her shortcomings is always front and center. Yet, Beth secretly longs for love. Is she strong enough to tear down the walls of her self-imposed prison?

Sean finds himself falling for a woman who is determined to reject his every advance and deny their surprisingly deep connection. Can Sean push past Beth's concrete walls that she refuses to destroy? Or will Beth's shocking revelation of her past prevent them from finding the love they both deserve? Or will a tragic accident pull Sean and Beth apart permanently?    

*This is not a cliffhanger.
**Not suitable for under 18 years old. Contains sexual scenes.








Unexpected Love:

Ryan Millen. Notorious playboy. Forever a bachelor. Never one to settle. Loves his one-night-stands. Ryan has loved his single status without any desire to settle down into a permanent relationship. Why would he? To be in a relationship requires work and sacrifice. Why go through all that trouble to make himself miserable just to make a woman happy?

Lynn is struggling to get by day-to-day. Thirty-two years old, she can't find a job in a saturated market. She can no longer afford to pay the bills with her minimum wage job after her ex dumped her while she'd been in middle of nursing school. He walked out on her to "find himself." Now she finds herself on her brother's doorstep, begging for a place to stay so maybe she can find a way to crawl out of the hole she's been swallowed by. Embarrassed by her situation, she vows never to become dependant on a man again.

Ryan's world is turned upside down when one of his one-nighters throws a wrench into his perfect single life. He loses himself not knowing how to handle a situation he never wanted. His life spins out of control, about to lose his job and his mind.

An opportunity crosses Lynn's path that she'd never considered. An opportunity to possibly gain financial independence. An opportunity her brother warns her not to take. An opportunity she can't refuse.

Will Ryan's new world destroy him or can he accept it and move forward with a chance for a life he'd never planned, but if he embraces could open up his heart for an unexpected surprise. Can Lynn save Ryan from himself? Can Lynn allow herself to open up to Ryan and trust again? What happens when they push against the natural draw they have towards one another?

And what happens when Ryan's one-nighter reappears, set out for revenge?

*This is not a cliffhanger or cliffhanger series. This can be read as a standalone but you might enjoy it more with read as part of the series.
**Not suitable for under 18 years of age due to sexual content and some violence.



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Unexpected Love excerpt:

Ryan tilted his beer to take a long drag from the bottle, but missed his mouth. The cold brew splashed down his chin, neck, chest, and lap. His happy hour buddies burst out laughing around him. Even what should have been macho embarrassment couldn’t peel his gaze away from the luscious blonde who stepped into the crowded bar. He watched her make her way to a group of young women opposite his little weekly get together.

His coworker tossed a bar napkin at him. Ryan only swiped at the mess, eyes glued to the object he wanted. And would have.

He slid off the stool, grabbed his now near empty bottle, and headed straight for the girls. Of course not without a couple encouraging male slaps on the back from his buds.

As he approached the women, his eyes zeroed in on the girl. She couldn't have been older than twenty-five. All of their hen-like chatter abruptly stopped. His desired object’s back was to him. He stepped in front of her and leaned casually against the bar. He surveyed her closely. Green eyes, bleach blonde hair, beach or tanning bed bronzed, too much makeup, and double D’s. Oh yeah. His night was looking up.

“You spilled my beer. I think you should buy me a replacement,” he said smoothly.
Two of the girls surrounding them giggled. His girl looked up at him, shocked. “What?”

“You spilled my beer,” he said factually.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” she sputtered.

He leaned over into her personal space, making certain to flash his sapphire blues to lure her in. “I saw you walk in,” he said huskily. “That’s why I spilled my beer.”

Her eyes fluttered, and she started to play with her hair nervously. “Oh, well, that’s not my fault.”

“Oh, but it is, sweetheart,” he said and straightened. He took a step closer, his side brushing against hers. Their body heat enveloped their close proximity. Holding up his beer for the bartender to replace, he never took his eyes from hers. “What’s your name?”

“Tina,” she breathed.

“Well, Tina, what are your plans tonight?” he asked, his tone unmistakably suggestive.




Dangerous Love
 

Derk Forester is a man who's used to getting what he wants when he wants. He takes, conquers, then saunters away in all aspects of his life - work and play. Years embedded deep in the mob and a sour taste for relationships, he has zero desire to find a permanent partner to make a home with. His carefree lifestyle leaves him with a long list of inconsequential, bed-rocking, no-strings-attached women. A daily life he relishes until he meets...her. The one woman who could alter his world. The one woman he can't get out of his head. The one woman who could bring him to his knees. The one woman that could be used against him.

If it wasn't for bad luck, Mackenzie Hiland would have no luck at all. A cheating husband, shafted by the courts, no money or home, her life is a dismal list of horrible choices and even worse consequences. After acknowledging she needs to change her decision making skills, Mackenzie can't help but to be lured in by the dangerous man, who's taken an interest in her and is blatant in his desire to get her into his bed. Despite the fact she tries to distance herself from Derk, he refuses her rejections. Will Derk become another addition to the long list of regretful decisions she's made? Could Derk possibly be the man that doesn't screw her over? Or will Derk be the one choice that finally takes her to a point of no return?



Warning, book 3 of The Love Series is about bad boy extraordinaire Derk Forester. This novel contains strong/foul language, violence, and sex. After all, he works for the mob. No rainbows or kittens in his story. Possibly a puppy. But if that mixture is up your alley, have at him. Oh, and no cliffhangers in this series.

*Dangerous Love is book 3 of The Love Series. Though this is not a cliffhanger series and the novel can be read as a standalone, though you might find it more enjoyable to read the entire series.

**Warning: Not suitable for under 18 yrs of age. Contains strong language, violence, and sex.









Excerpt

Already irritated from the sh*tty day he had, Derk Forester almost became irate when that skinny blonde b*tch gave him attitude about his smokes. He gifted her with a cloud of his exhale upon her nagging, which caused her to storm off in a tizzy. At least that briefly entertained him.

Smith sat next to him, silent as usual, drinking his longneck. Derk wanted something stronger but unfortunately he had driven. Not only that, whiskey−his liquor of choice−usually turned him violent. He tried to avoid the shit when possible. Last JD night he’d had, three idiots ended up with slugs in their kneecaps.

For a Tuesday night Cards seemed pretty damn busy. No empty stools at the bar, and the crowd that waited for drinks was about two deep. He scanned the room, annoyed with the gathering that interrupted his potential cool down time.

"Is there something going on tonight?" Derk asked Smith.

His partner-in-crime's only response was a shoulder shrug. Man, even Smith grated on his last nerve.

Suddenly, roars of approval, along with cheers and cat-calls, ricocheted off every glass surface. Stepping behind the bar, a luscious little piece of ginger ass glided their direction. Along the way, she fluidly picked up empty beer bottles and without a backward glance, tossed them behind her into conveniently placed trashcans.

Cool.

A couple marriage proposals, requests to expose her breasts, and some lewd tongue gestures greeted her as she made her way toward them.

Derk's eyes remained transfixed on her. Innocence oozed out of her every pore. No wonder all these men loved her. Nothing like a doe-eyed innocent creature to stir the big bad wolf in a man. Gawd, he loved the type. Well, he loved to break them in.

And there she was, standing smack dab in front of him. Enormous sapphire blue eyes with too much fucking eyeliner gazed at him. Without a word, she slowly slid an ashtray in front of him.

"Please," she said softly. Her angelic voice went straight to his dick.

He cocked an eyebrow.

Leaning onto her forearms, settling on the bar, she toyed with the clean tray. "You see, if you smoke then others will see you and copy. Soon we're violating state law, get reported by some douche, and get fined. The owner cuts back on staff, I lose my job, and I can't afford to lose my job right now." She batted her eyelashes.

She wished it was that easy. He mimicked her posture, ending up inches away from her perfect features. He laid his lit cigarette on the edge of the ashtray.

Plump, moist lips shined with lip-gloss taunted him. The urge to plunge into that mouth fought with his rational thought process to remain hands off.

F*ck it.

Quick like a cheetah, Derk grabbed her around the neck, yanked her to him and devoured her mouth. Mint and vanilla assaulted him. For a brief moment she was too shocked to fight before she tried to push away, but his firm strength held her in place. Swiping his tongue, he forced her to open up for him. At first she resisted and shoved against his chest with a moan for him to release her. But he wanted a taste and refused to release until he received his bite.

He reached up with his other hand and cupped her cheek, running his thumb back and forth.

So soft.

She tried to dislodge herself again, but she may as well have been resisting a brick wall. Finally she relented and opened for him. Score.

Plunging deeper, covering every corner of her ripe, hot mouth, he took what he wanted and loved it. Her lack of confidence in the way her silky tongue danced with his drove him insane. His hard length felt like it could punch through his jeans. This girl could make any man crazy.

He pulled away, leaving her breathless and him needing an unplanned release. He ashed the cigarette. A snort from Smith was his buddy's only reaction.

"Cookie, you need me to bounce him?" one of the security idiots asked, appearing beside him.

Yeah, at Cards the only thing that could possible get him kicked out was pawing one of their sexy bartenders. The manager owed Derk a couple grand and he hadn't collected. Yet. Anything else he did they let him be. Whether it was bang a chic outside the restroom, beat the hell out of a guy for stepping on his boot, or walk out without settling the bill. Cards was that kind of bar with that kind of reputation, which was right up his alley.

"No," she said. Her face turned beet red, as if she was suddenly aware they had an audience that consisted of mostly men.

Too beautiful.

Really, she wasn't his type. Normally he didn't go for redheads, but her awesome hair color hair contrasted perfectly with her fair skin. Freckles he didn't usually find attractive, but on her they worked. In fact, she had a Grecian goddess type look to her.

Huh?

"Baby," he cooed.

She snorted and rolled those awesome peepers. "Keep wishing, big guy."

Big guy? Big guy. He tested...and liked it.

She had the audacity to turn away and serve drinks to other men, who demanded their own show of affection.

Well sh*t, he wouldn't appreciate witnessing that. He picked up his beer, downed the rest, and slammed the empty bottle on the wood bar.

"Let's go," he barked to Smith.

Tossing down a twenty, Derk sauntered out of the raunchy bar. He didn't need or have time for games with a saucy bartender. Pulling out his cell, he dialed reliable Claire to suck him off and get rid of his hard-on. He'd insist that she run out and buy a red wig.








 Taken Love
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The international bestselling contemporary romance The Love Series comes to a conclusion with Taken Love. Questions will be answered, relationships and lives hang in the balance, and everything you thought you knew about the Murphy family will be turned inside out in the matter of one tragic event.

Smith has worked for the Murphy family for years. A powerful and dangerous organized crime family that rules the Northeast. He spends his days and nights with only one goal, to get through to the next day, watching his boss's back. A past he avoids at all costs leaves him with a cold, lonely bed and no possibility of future relationships. Until she needs his help. His good conscious won't allow the young woman to pay for her mother's indiscretions. One rash decision has him doing the one thing he's never done in all the years he's worked for the Murphy family.

Cara O'Hara has lived a hard life. A life altered by her father's death when she was a young girl. Now she spends her days trying to care for her mother, who's lost to a world of drugs, alcohol, and sex. Cara has nothing. No friends, relationships, or any semblance of a normal life. But nothing prepares her for the threat that Cara's mother has now hindered her with. A debt her mother owes but can't repay. A debt that the collectors decide taking Cara as payment is perfectly acceptable. She unexpectedly finds herself fighting for her life, literally, as she's dragged from her home and shoved in to the trunk of a car. In that moment, her life is forever changed.

Can Smith help save Cara from the men who will inevitably end up placing her in an early grave? Will Cara's overwhelming presence distract Smith from the mundane life he's created for himself? What happens when both their worlds collide on an unexpected and unwelcome course? How does Smith handle his attraction to the beautiful woman whose life he's devoted to saving? How does Cara deal with a man who's closed off in every way? And what happens when the men who want Cara seek revenge?

Everyone will pay, including those important figures in the Murphy family.

**Warning: Taken Love consists of some violence and "I knew it!", "OMG", and "I hate that man!" moments. This is a contemporary romance, which involves the mob and isn’t always pretty. There is some form of violence in this story (mild compared to other romance novels but still present). If you don't think that'll be to your liking, please do not read this novel.




Excerpt:

Two in the morning and Smith strolled through the local grocery store on a mission to find something to eat. It sucked a*s. Twice he fended off drunk and/or high girls that he'd never consider giving the time of day. First, he didn't go for younger women. Too many grim memories. Second, he wanted them at least lucid when he took them home to his bed. For a guy, it tended to be somewhat self-satisfying if a woman remembered his name the next morning.

In the prepared food aisle, he found nothing. Empty refrigerator cases mocked him. He stood in front of the blank units, a metaphor for his barren life. And yes, he did find the humor in the analogy. Thirty-four years old and he was in the middle of a supermarket in the wee hours of Saturday morning looking for food. Wouldn't that make a great Christmas card newsletter?

No, he hadn't just left a party. He didn't slip out of a woman's warm bed. He was headed home after tagging alongside notorious crime boss Derrick Murphy and Smith's best friend Derk Forester all day. What did he have to look forward to when he walked through the front door of his home? Nothing. No woman waiting for him. No cat. No dog. Not a parrot or hamster. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and sighed.

"Damn it," a soft feminine voice said from behind him.

F*ck. Wrapped up in his own thoughts, someone managed to sneak up behind him. That, he couldn't allow. A novel-length list of men existed that'd love to get the jump on him. A lack of awareness of his surroundings for even a moment was something he couldn't afford.

He glanced over his shoulder and did a double take.

A gorgeous petite blonde stood, gaping at the shelf he stood before. She wore black dress pants and a white button down Oxford shirt, both covered in food remnants, as if she'd rolled in spaghetti sauce and beef. What the hell happened to her?

"Not one hoagie, salad, or pot pie? Nothing? I have to be back at work at eleven. I’m starving and this place never has anything for me to grab on the weekends. What the hell?" Complaining, she stormed off mumbling. "I hate frozen food. It'll sit in my stomach all night."

Intrigued, Smith followed. Through the closed bakery section, the seafood area, the fresh meat department, pasta and dairy aisles. Entirely unaware he stalked her, she griped the whole time. About everything. Her job, her work hours, her boss. She apparently had car issues and a crappy house. Her words, not his.

He watched her pull a frozen Lean Cuisine meal out of a freezer case, slam the door, and march toward the check-out. Smith continued to tail.

Light blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, maybe five foot and a couple inches−at most, slim body though hard to tell under those horrendous work clothes. Absolutely the type he found attractive.

The shady man behind the register creepily eyed her while he slowly rang up her meal. An odd sensation to put a bullet in the man's head ran through him. He could. His ever-present Glock conveniently strapped to his body made that a possible reality.

"Today," she snapped.

Smith grinned. She had spark. You tell him, sweetheart.

She pulled out a wad of one dollar bills and paid for her late-night meal.

"Don't bother with the bag," she growled, snatched the box and quickly left the building.

Smith continued his survey. He stood on the sidewalk and watched her climb into an old cobalt blue Chevy Cavalier. It took her three tries to start the car. Smith noted the license plate number as she pulled away. A number he'd give to Derk, who could hack the DMV records and find out more information. If he chose to go that route. Doubtful. More than likely he'd forget about her by the time his brain shut off for the night.

After she drove away, he shoved his hands into his suit pants pockets and made his way to his Lexus GS. Sliding into the driver's seat, the engine purred to life with the press of a button. The long day took hold as the leather seats engulfed him. Not in the mood to spend another second in the store or sit at a twenty-four hour grease-pit, he decided to head home hungry. His Mother Hubbard cupboards didn't give him much to choose from, either. He could handle one night of his stomach screaming for food. Pulling out of the grocery story parking lot, he decided to have a large breakfast in the morning. Probably at that dive diner he currently avoided. Wasn't life grand?






Casey Clipper Bio



Contemporary Romance Author of The Love Series, Casey Clipper is from Pittsburgh, PA. She's a noted sports fanatic, chocolate lover (all right, maybe that could be classified more as an addiction), and is slightly obsessed with penguins (I mean, come on, they're forever dressed in tuxes!). Like you, she's an avid romance reader and loves to lose herself in a good book. Casey is an active member of the Romance Writers of America, Contemporary Romance Writers, the Three Rivers Romance Writers, Passionate Ink, ASMSG, and IAN.

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