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Friday, 14 October 2016

Out Now - Run to Love [Triple R Book 1] by Jules Dixon @JulesofTripleR

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Run to Love (Triple R Book 1)

By Jules Dixon

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Personal trainer Jude Saylor’s sense of direction in life has always been a little questionable. After a move and new job, he seems to be on the right path—until a cautious and sweet new client enters into the picture. Soon Jude wonders if happiness isn’t as simple as a direction, but if it could be the woman he has next to him on the journey.
Presley Bradenhurst is a go-getter, as evidenced by her hundred pound weight loss, but the alteration to the outside didn’t quite transfer to the inside. When Presley’s trainer is fired and Jude steps up as the one who wants to make her sweat, will her instinct to run keep her from knowing a love she’s only dreamed about?
In the end, can a lost soul and a broken soul work it out?

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.
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Excerpt:
“Did you invite me into your truck just to tell me you don’t want to be my trainer anymore?”
The green pools glistened like grass covered in morning dew, until rolling tears fell over the edge.
I lost all train of thought staring into her beautiful eyes.
She sucked in a jittery breath. “Fine! I get it. We’re done, professionally and otherwise. Have a good life, Jude.” She grabbed the door handle, yanked her bag from the floor, and swung her legs to exit the truck.
When I recovered my faculties, I reacted quickly. “Shit! Presley! Please wait.”
She kept moving. I jumped from my side of the truck to get to her. Her heels were just hitting the concrete when I rounded the truck to the open passenger door.
“Presley, stop, please!” I slid one hand to her waist and one behind her neck. She stiffened as our bodies pressed lightly against each other. When I had her complete attention, I brought my hand from her waist and wiped away her tears. “Presley, it’s a good thing. Because now I can kiss you like I’ve wanted to from the very first day I met you. And this way, I won’t get fired.”
I tipped her head and met her pouty lips with a soft, gentle kiss. Her eyes opened wide with surprise, then closed in surrender. She dropped her bag to the ground and slid her hands up my chest to the back of my neck where her long fingers tangled into my ponytail. She toyed with the trapped strands and my head spun at how sensual the touch was, and by her soft appreciative moan I could tell she really liked my hair the way it was.
I led the kiss, but everything she did in response was 100 percent better than anything any female had ever done to me. I deepened the kiss. Our tongues rolled in a slippery fusion that seared my memory and taste buds with her sweet essence. Each of us gave a little of ourselves to the other person, and at that moment I’d give her anything she ever wanted. Our bodies heated along with our mouths. My hands searched her back, pulling her closer to me until we were crushed in a passionate vise-like hold.
I broke the kiss, dropping my forehead to hers. “Presley, can we get back in the truck?”
She nodded. Her eyes remained closed and her body shivered lightly.
“Are you okay?”
Not answering, she turned around and jumped back onto the seat.
When I was seated back inside, she slid closer.
Now that’s better.
But her eyes still pointed down and her body tremored visibly. “Don’t hurt me again, please.”
With those broken and fear-filled words, I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m going to do everything I can to never do that again, and that’s a promise.”
Her soft eyes fluttered closed and my heart beat fast.
“Jude, I want to trust you, but like always my mind and instincts are telling me to run the other way.” Her eyes met mine. “But I think my heart is saying something else. I think it wants to stay and see what could happen.”
I guided her body closer. She’d opened her heart to me and I wanted her to know that I was doing the same.
“I like what your heart is saying, Presley.”
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Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She's addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their own love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and young adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She's a busy writer, and she loves it!
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Book Two Rest, My Love is out Today!



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Triple R, 2

[military, contemporary, mainstream, erotic, new adult]

Ex-soldier Rahl Vendetti returned to his hometown after watching three of his friends die. He should’ve died too. The guilt weighs on him and every breath is fed by a demon of war that taunts his future.

Singer and interior designer Sage Whiteman hit a genetic jackpot when it comes to dying young. She’s living on borrowed time, so letting people in isn’t easy, but the bartender with teddy bear eyes makes her wonder if it’s time to open up.

They have plenty of chemistry between the sheets, but do they have the ability to be what the other needs outside of the bedroom, too? Sage may be the angel to bring out the gentle giant in Rahl, but can he be the strength she needs to face her uncertain future? Will they save each other and create something unexpected?

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.

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Tuesday, 10 November 2015

New Release - SPURS by Jules Dixon @JulesofTripleR [Cherry County Cowboys 1] #gay #western

SPURS: Cherry County Cowboys #1
Release Date: November 3, 2015

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Dr. Grayson Taylor is convinced that a summer fling with the bartending cowboy is a quick remedy to mend his broken heart. Soon his plans to return to big city lights for a dream career don’t seem as attractive as the cowboy with dimples lying in his bed. When Grayson’s charred past reappears, can he learn that forgiveness costs less than pride and admit he is the one who needs to be healed?

Cowboy Izaac Scott drove into town with little more than boots on his feet, a well­loved baseball cap on his head and a cross­country journey on his mind, but he’s not sightseeing. He’s running from the ghost of a first love. Will the doctor be the one to help Izaac realize that true love can heal the past or will the cruel spurs of life jab him in the heart again?

 

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The door was open to the other bedroom, and when I reached to close it I heard the rustling of covers in the room. The glow of the moon drowned Gray’s room in silver light. I watched him adjust the pillow under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His warm liquor­colored eyes glinted kaleidoscopic colors in the moonlight. I started to pull the door closed, and his eyes met mine. I froze. Parts of my gut that hadn’t experienced the waves of anticipation in years twisted like a there was a hurricane inside of me.

Without speaking he scooted over in his bed and threw the covers back. My brain willed my body to move into the room, and in seconds I was next to his bed.

“One more night, Izaac.”

“I’m afraid it’ll only complicate what I’ve made a mess of, Gray.”

“I’m good at unraveling complications. Come here, cowboy.”

He was good at unraveling my willpower, too.

I slipped into the bed. “I wish I could offer you more than tonight.”

“I wish for a lot of things, but I’m not asking for anything more than this night.”

What words couldn’t express our bodies would. Gentle and unhurried kisses prolonged our progress. Seven days with Grayson had more passion and connection than the last five years of my life. Those years had been the abysmal pit of repentance. Every move I made was calculated to prevent and eliminate relationships with people, but now I had people who wanted to have me in their lives. I was going to lose the most important person I’d ever had in my life.

“Gray?” I whispered in his ear.

“What?”

“I could still be a good guy to you.”

“Izaac, it’s okay to still care about Quinton, but I won’t compete with a ghost for your heart. It’s too hard to wonder if I’m the one in your mind at any given time or if you’ll leave when a memory of him overwhelms you.”

“I’ve held on for so long that I think maybe I’m just a living ghost myself.”

“Then let me show you that you’re alive.”

His stubble abraded across the skin of my chest, and I fisted his hair as he explored every dip and inch down my stomach. If I couldn’t give him more, I could give him tonight. He deserved more, but this would have to do.


  Bio:

Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer­brewing hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra­sarcastic son.

Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!


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