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Monday 12 September 2022

Book Blitz & Giveaway: A Foster Fling Anthology!


The Tower by C.A. Rene

   If I step foot outside these stone walls, I will be hunted, and my body used for the essence it beholds. So I stay here, thankful to be alive, and thankful for Pearl’s protection. She’s powerful in her own right, and so beautiful that it makes my heart squeeze inside my chest whenever I see her.
   The long, blonde hair, near white, and shining with luminescence. Her mismatched eyes, one brown and the other blue, just add to her allure, and her laugh. The huskiness of it does things to me. It’s hard to explain because she’s like a mother to me, but at the same time, I know we don’t share blood.
   It’s unnatural for two women to fall in love, at least that’s what the anatomy books teach me. A man and woman are needed to procreate, a woman and another woman cannot. But I can’t help the way I feel.
   Especially when she’s brushing my hair and humming a tune, one that strikes a chord deep down inside my stomach. It feels like she’s pulling something out of me, and when she’s done, I’m always so relaxed and drained of energy.
   “Zel!” I sit up quickly, dropping the book I’m reading to the ground. “Zelinda, come open the door for your mother!”
   The sound of her voice has my heart picking up and my body moving to her command before my mind has registered the words. I get to the enormous iron door and pull back all the locks and deadbolts. She pushes her way inside, and the scent of apples immediately assaults my senses.
   “Hello, Mother,” I say quietly as her eyes rove over me from head to toe.
   “I brought you apples,” she says, a slow smile climbing along her plush, pink lips.
   The apples she grows in her orchard are my favorite, and she says I have been fond of them from the moment I could chew.
   Her brows crash together in the center as she looks at the large bun holding up my knee-length honey-colored hair on top of my head.
   “Zelinda,” she purrs. “Let down your hair.”

If I Can’t Have You by Jordain Knolls

   I don’t remember much about the kid but I remember the way he looked at me once we were alone. The air shifted, like the oxygen suddenly disappeared. My breath was caught in my throat. I felt like I was on fire, and I knew it wasn’t the liquor anymore making me feel this way.
   I swallowed hard, trying my fucking hardest to stay calm. He stood from the bed, his gaze never leaving mine as he stalked toward me.
   For fourteen, he was intimidating.
   He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of my head. His gaze floated across every part of my face. Time was fucking frozen, but I was spiraling.
   “What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
   “Kissing you.” Before I could interject, his lips crashed down on mine.
   I was done for. Melting into the bean bag chair as a wave of emotions crashed through me like an angry sea. So many thoughts were going through my head.
   I’ve never kissed a boy before.
   Why did I like it so much?
   Where is Gabe?
   Why is he kissing me?
   But the main one stirring in my head was what is he going to do next?
   I never got that answer.
   I never would.
   Because while he was kissing me, Gabe was in our dads office, loading a shot gun, putting it to his head, and pulling the trigger.
   The rest of that night and so many months after were one giant blur and My life crashed and burned. I never saw that Forster kid again.
   And every night since, I’ve spent my time dousing my pain with the Lords amber embrace.

Seven families.

Seven forbidden trysts.

Seven decadent romances.

Get lost in the streets of Urban Decay where moral lines are crossed.

Where The Tower looms in the distance, and the Destructive Harbor is just beyond the shore.

Hidden in the Depravity of the Dark, Bury Me Alive as we crawl Under the Skin of right and wrong. And remember, If I Can’t Have You, then no one will.

In this system, the family rules are blurred, and lines are crossed.

A Foster Fling is a limited-edition romance anthology collection from USA Today and Bestselling Authors.

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