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  Title: Conspire Authors: Erin Noelle & S.E. Hall Genre: Romantic Suspense        Graham is Bryce, Bryce is Graham, and his brother Devon...is dead. Jocelyn Craig was never a part of the plan in his search for answers, and neither was what they find, together. Love, freedom, truth...will she choose what has always been or what could possibly be? This is a full-length, STANDALONE novel with no cliffhanger. *Graphic sexual content - readers advised. Amazon “Race ya there,” I snicker, darting towards the bedroom I moved our clothes into, tossing his bag into the hall. Let the games begin. Somehow, he beats me down to the water – imagine that. With steeled armor, I keep my face stoic, my gait and candor unfazed, as I approach, despite the urge to snicker at his bulged-out eyes and jaw dropped into the ocean. And yeah, I noticed his hand dip below the surface to adjust himself; doesn’t always shrink in cold water it w...

"He wants answers.  She wants freedom.  The search is over...when they Conspire." Amazon   Amazon CA   Amazon UK   Amazon AU   B&N     She giggles and kisses my lips softly. “I live here, so I’m not escaping, frowny-face. I need to use the bathroom.” She wrestles out from underneath my hold, stretching her arm to the chair beside the bed. Sitting up on the edge, she slips on a satin robe before standing. “Why are you covering up that body, babe? I was already hard waiting to watch you go,” I tease…except not at all teasing. “What?” She glances over her shoulder with a sassy grin. “You don’t like it?” She looks at her silky attire and runs her hands over the robe enticingly. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been told pink is my color.” Her mouth turns down subtly the second the words escape; a faraway sadness ghosting across her eyes for a fleeting second before she quickly dismisses the though...

Coming: August 26, 2014 "He wants answers.  She wants freedom.  The search is over...when they Conspire."     Jocelyn:  I’m already ablaze; my limbs kindling, a bed of embers smoldering in the deepest parts of me, but I need Bryce to strike - the accelerant to turn this fire within positively volcanic. He uses the solidity of his broad, generous body to cover my own, persuading me downward, again flat on my back. Looming over me, awakened yet somewhat nervous and skittish despite my bold invitation, his eyes - colored like the sea I hear rolling in the distance - convey patient, loving understanding, and my nerves fall lax in ease. His voice is guttural, strained with gallant consideration as he asks once more for reassurance. "Jocelyn, please be sure. If you give me this, I may ask for everything." The things he says, so much a gentleman, the missionary-style accountant you met at a church picnic and know would always be good to...