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All About Us and All About Hope!
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Title: ALL ABOUT US
Author: Ashley Erin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About All About Us:
It took twenty-four hours for Emma’s world to shatter, leaving her broken.
Returning to her childhood home, Emma wonders if it could be exactly what she needs to heal.
Dane finally has a chance at the girl he lost all those years ago. When Emma blows back into his world, he knows he won’t let her go again.
They’re drawn together, their chemistry undeniable. Emma just needs to decide whether she’s willing to risk her heart when it’s just begun to heal.
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Title: ALL ABOUT HOPE
Author: Ashley Erin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About All About Hope:
Friends with benefits.
Toe curling, ecstasy inducing, and completely secret.
Alex and Lia succumb to their scorching attraction, striking a deal of no-strings sex. Neither of them want a commitment, both of them are unable to stop the sparks from flying when they’re together.
Feelings develop, old fears surface, and sex is no longer enough. Will a glimmering sense of hope allow them to let go of the past, or will their secret blow up, leaving them shattered?
Ashley Erin lives in Alberta, Canada where winter and summer compete to take over. She wears flip flops as soon as it’s above freezing, because her hatred of socks outweighs her dislike of snow. Her boyfriend stays with her despite a penchant for adopting rescued cats and dogs without permission. Their two dogs and four cats are spoiled rotten. When Ashley isn’t writing, she is reading or working with horses. Ashley is a self-published author of contemporary and new adult romance. Follow her on Facebook to keep up with her current and upcoming releases.
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All About Hope excerpt
Ollie runs to the end
of the arena, waiting for my cue. Kicking my heels out, I say, “Whoa.” He
slides to a stop, the tracks he’s left behind are straight and true.
After leaving Emma’s
house an hour ago, I desperately needed to get my mind off weddings, and
relationships, and stupid men who fuck me and then avoid me after giving me a
taste of something I forgot I desperately needed.
So, I saddled Ollie
and have been going through some reining patterns. Show season is upon us, the
first in just over a month, and I want to be sure we’re ready.
Lifting my right rein,
I roll my spur into his left flank. He spins on the spot, the room around us
blurring with the speed of the spin. Stopping him, I let him rest a moment
before lifting my left rein and this time rolling my spur into his right flank.
He spins in the opposite direction, the tightness of the circle envied by many.
Ollie is eight years
old and has been my reining horse since we entered the Futurity, the chance for
first time reining horses to show what they have and win big, when he was three
years old. In the five years I’ve had him, the bond we’ve formed is envied both
in and out of the arena. He will be with me until the day he dies, despite
offers of tens of thousands of dollars to buy him.
Patting Ollie on his
neck, I frown when I see Alex through the large windows at the end of the
arena. Everything I’ve been trying to clear my head of comes back with a
vengeance. It really bothers me that Alex initiated what happened that night,
and then proceeded to avoid me like I’m a carrier of the plague.
I didn’t ask him to
pin me against the counter and kiss me with an explosive passion that still has
my body thrumming six months later. Nor did I ask him to wrap my legs around
his waist and fuck me until I had the most earth shattering orgasm I’ve ever
experienced.
Growling, I nudge
Ollie into a canter, circling the arena working on lead changes until we are
both covered in a sheen of sweat. I love the speed of this sport, and the connection
between horse and rider. It’s a testament to how frustrated I am that I don’t
feel better after a solid hour of working.
Slowing Ollie to a
trot, I begin our cooldown. When his breathing has slowed, I dismount and walk
him around the arena a couple times to ensure he’s cooled down enough. Leading
him to the tie stall, I quickly untack him and rub him down until his coat
shines before settling him into his stall with some feed and his supplements.
The entire time I perform my tasks, I’m remembering that night with such acuity
that by the time I’m done putting his tack away, my body is quivering in need.
Scowling, I clench my
thighs trying to alleviate the ache, getting more and more pissed off at Alex
the entire time. He did this to me. I was fine. I met my own needs and didn’t
need anything from anyone. Now, I can’t come unless it’s to images in my head
of that night with Alex. He’s ruined my ability to need nothing from anyone.
Flipping the lights, I
burst through the door cursing under my breath and crash into a hard, hot body.
Glancing up, I step back into the now closed door of the barn. “Alex.”
Alex’s hazel eyes take
in my disheveled appearance. My hair is wild from running patterns with Ollie,
my skin covered in a light layer of sweat and dust. When his eyes fall on the
slight sliver of skin showing between my jeans and tank top, his eyes shoot
back to mine where they bore into my soul. He steps back a foot, his eyes
moving between mine and the barn door as he tries to think of something to say.
“I didn’t know you were in the barn.”
“I was working Ollie.
We have a show in May.” Tucking my hands in my back pockets, I lean back,
propping one foot against the wall, trying to ignore the way my body has lit up
from the inside. I’ve spent the last ninety minutes replaying that one night,
and now the object of my desire is standing here looking at me with false
indifference. Despite his best efforts, I know he’s still attracted to me,
because if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be avoiding me all of the damn time.
When he starts to turn
without another word, I shove off the wall, closing the distance between us.
Enough is enough.
I fist my hand in his
shirt when he moves to walk away again, and step into him, tilting my head up
so he can’t avoid looking at me. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“No . . .” He tries to
look away, but I raise my other hand and hold it against the back of his head.
“Don’t lie to me,
Alex. We used to spend time together, and now you don’t remain in a room with
me more than the necessary amount of time to be considered polite. Don’t even
get me started on the fact you haven’t been alone with me since the engagement
party.
“What I don’t get is
that you’re the one who initiated that night. You’re the one who made the first
move, not me. I haven’t been some clingy chick you picked up in a bar, so what
gives?” Holding him in place, I glare up at him, locking his gaze in mine.
He sighs and runs a
hand down his face before looking at my hand still grasping his shirt. “I’ve
been a dick for no reason, haven’t I?”
“Well, I wasn’t going
to use those exact words, but yeah.” Grinning, I drop my hand when he chuckles
softly.
“In the heat of the
moment, all I could think about was you and how much I wanted to feel you.
Afterwards, all I could think about was everyone else and what they would do if
they found out. I don’t want a relationship and the pressure would be there, I
know how Emma thinks.” His smirk drops into a frown as I gape at him.
“That is the lamest
thing I’ve ever heard. Your hot factor just dropped by two points.” Crossing my
arms over my chest, I narrow my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, but
there is a slight smirk he’s fighting at my comment. Cocking my hip out, I
scowl. “Let’s go through these one at a time. First off, no one knows what
happened and there is no reason for them to know. Second, you’re assuming I
want a relationship; that’s something I haven’t had the desire for in a long
time. Been there, done that, and I have the emotional scarring as a souvenir.”
Alex has made me
wonder, hope even, but for the most part I’m still leery of entering a
relationship, especially with someone as skittish as Alex, so I don’t feel like
I’m lying.
“My hot factor?” Alex
grins at me, cocking his head to the side in a way that is too cute. He’s trying
to distract me, but it won’t work.
“Seriously? That’s
what you took from that?” Shaking my head, I step toward him and place my hand
on his chest, pressing my body into his. For a moment, all I can think about is
the hard muscle beneath my hand and remembering the way it looked when he
pounded into me.
Grinding my teeth, I
focus back on the man before me. “All I want is someone I trust to have hot sex
with. Get your head out of your ass and think about it. If that’s not what you
want, fine, but we’re friends Alex, and it hurts my feelings that it’s so easy
for you to forget that.”
Lifting onto my toes,
I press a chaste kiss to his lips, drawing away before he can react. Brushing
past him, I saunter to my house.
I’m not a pushover,
and I’m not going to let him get away with this shitty behavior any more.
About Ashley Erin:
Ashley Erin lives in Alberta, Canada where winter and summer compete to take over. She wears flip flops as soon as it’s above freezing, because her hatred of socks outweighs her dislike of snow. Her boyfriend stays with her despite a penchant for adopting rescued cats and dogs without permission. Their two dogs and four cats are spoiled rotten. When Ashley isn’t writing, she is reading or working with horses. Ashley is a self-published author of contemporary and new adult romance. Follow her on Facebook to keep up with her current and upcoming releases.
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