Avowed – The Manipulation Trilogy Book Three by Alicia Taylor & Natalie Townson

Title: Avowed – The Manipulation Trilogy Book Three
Authors: Alicia Taylor & Natalie Townson
Genre: Romantic Suspense.

Synopsis

Three years ago I vowed revenge. Now I’m married with secrets, desperate to get past them.


I set out to destroy the man I thought ruined my life. I never saw it coming when he turned out to be the love I couldn’t live without.


Damon was my target, now I’m determined to keep him.


Will he be able to get past my confessions, and forgive my actions? Will I be able to forgive his? We’ve come too far to lose it all now. It’s time to fight for us, fight for our happiness. 


Not every story is as it seems but it’s time to avow our sins.


Both of us.


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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Alicia
Taylor


Alicia Taylor was born and raised in the
East Midlands town of Derby, England, where she lives with her family and mass
of animals – she’s a huge family and animal lover.
Writing powerful love stories and
creating Alpha males with a dash of darkness has become a passion of mine, and
I have many stories and characters swirling in my head that I can’t wait to
share with you all. Is it weird to have so many voices in my head? I’m not
crazy, I promise… maybe a little bit.

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Natalie Townson


Natalie Townson is 33, a mother of one
beautiful little boy and lives in Gloucester in the UK with her Husband.
Corrupted is her debut novel that is a book one of the manipulation trilogy,
that she co writes with Alicia Taylor. Warped is book two in the manipulation
series. She has had a love of reading since a young age and her favorite
authors are Sophie Kinsella, J.S.Scott, Melody Anne and Stephanie Meyer to name
a few.
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OTHER BOOKS IN THE TRILOGY

CORRUPTED – BOOK ONE


WARPED – BOOK TWO

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My Wife’s Li’l Secret by Eve Rabi

Title: My Wife’s Li’l Secret
Author: Eve Rabi
 Release Date: November 18, 2014

Synopsis

She called me the miracle in her life, I called her my everything.

Sounds
corny, I know, but I really believed I was the luckiest bastard on
earth. I had the loving and supportive wife, a nurturing mother to our
two precious girls, a thriving business and the future looked rosy. I
was a contented man.

But overnight everything changed. My wife
withdrew from me, ignored our children, and made it clear she was no
longer interested in playing the role of wife and mother.

We had two children under five, they needed her. I needed her.

When her dressing began to change and she disappeared for hours, I suspected I was not enough for her.

Thinking she was having an affair, I placed my wife of five years under surveillance.

What my surveillance revealed shook my world, broke my heart and exposed a web of lies and deceit.

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that will blow your mind and make you think about this book long after you
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Since my wife was out partying again, bedtime routine for our girls was left to me. Again. I tucked Ally and Becky into bed and began to read a story to them. “Once upon a time…”

“Dadda?” Ally said placing her hand on the storybook and stopping me from continuing.

I paused and looked at my daughter. “Yes, Alleycat?”

“Dadda, what’s a hooka?”

“Whaaaat?” I peered at my daughter wondering if I had heard correctly.

“The teacher at preschool, she said, ‘Here comes the hooka,’ when she saw Mummy.”

Slowly, I lowered the book and stared at my daughter. “It’s …it’s …”

How do I explain what a hooker is to a four-year-old? I shouldn’t even be in a position where I had to.

“The lady shouldn’t have said that, Ally,” I muttered.

“But, Dadda …”

Two-year-old Becky spun around and clamped her hand over Ally’s mouth. “Shhh! Let Daddy read the story, Ally!”

Becky hated anyone interrupting a story, so to prevent her from getting mad with us, both Ally and I fell silent. I continued reading even though I was terribly distracted by Ally’s words.

“Talk about it tomorrow, Ally,” I muttered when the opportunity arose.

Ally nodded.

After the kids fell asleep, I sat in my lounge in the dark and pondered Ally’s teacher’s comment.

Liefie had great legs, a great figure and I had no problem with her wearing whatever she liked, but people were talking and clearly her dressing needed to be …addressed.

Of course I expected Liefie to become angry when I confronted her about it, accuse me of controlling her and after the number of arguments we had had, I was reluctant to talk to her about it.

But when I saw her the following evening, all dolled up and ready to party without her family again, hooker was the word, alright.

Her red skirt was the size of a large belt, her white top strained across her breasts and ended above her belly button, her fake tan looked like she’d dipped herself in food coloring and that garish, face paint with that dominating electric-blue eye shadow…reminded me of Braveheart.

She didn’t look pretty; she looked like an aging prostitute. Harsh words, I know, but they weren’t out of malice, they were simply an observation. (People were talking, remember?)

Tarty make-up aside, to my absolute surprise, she sported two piercings above her left eyebrows. My jaw fell.

When did that happen, I wondered? How could that happen? Why hadn’t she told me about it?

Of course it was her body and she was free to do what she liked to it, but facial piercings weren’t something I liked. She knew that.

She could have at least mentioned it to me before she pieced her face. We were husband and wife; it was reasonable to expect her to talk to me about something like that before she did it.

“What’s with the piercing?” I asked, both mesmerized and irritated by them.

She shrugged, flashed me a deal-with-it look and turned away.

With a weary sigh, I walked around to face her. “We need to talk.”

A guarded look flashed in her eyes before they hardened.

“Liefie, you need to dress more like a mother,” I said in a quiet voice. “You have two children and …”

“What?! You want to tell me how to dress now? You want to CONTROL ME?”

Just as I had expected.

“Hey, keep you voice down, will you? I’m talking to you, that’s all.”

“There is nothing wrong with my dressing, okay?! Nothing!”

“Yes, there is, Liefie. Your skirts are too short, your tops are way too tight and the people at Ally’s school are talking about it. You need to …”

“Ally’s school?” Her heavily-lined eyes slanted.

“Yes!”

Her painted, pillar-box-red mouth twisted into a sneer. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I swear!”

She cocked her head and looked at me. “Who told you that?”

“Ally told me. She said one of the mothers or teachers, I can’t remember, after seeing you, used the word hooker.”

Her body stiffened. “Ally said ….THAT?!?”

“Yea…”

“That bitch! Where is she?!” She turned and strode off in search of Ally. Even though she was in heels, she almost ran.

“Liefie stop!” I cried running after her, shocked she would call her little daughter a bitch. “Leave her alone!”

She found Ally playing with Becky in the TV room. “Did you call me a hooker?” she demanded, putting her flaming face in Ally’s.

“Liefie stop this shit!” I warned.

Ally’s eyes flitted between Liefie’s and mine, a terrified look on her face.

“Lief…ie! ” I hissed. “Stop this …”

Liefie suddenly backhanded Ally across the face, sending her crashing into a doll’s house.

Ally lay on the floor so stunned, she didn’t even cry. The only thing that showed her distress was puddle appearing around her waist.

For a moment, I too was stunned. Liefie had never ever hit our kids before.

Then fury overtook me – I grabbed my wife by the hair and slammed her against the wall.

Putting my face in hers, I snarled, “You ever touch my child like that and I will fuck the shit out of you, understand? UNDERSTAND?”

Her attempt to look defiant failed and I saw fear flicker in her eyes.

I had never hit Liefie before, never even called her names, so this wasn’t something she was used to.

“Don’t ever lay a finger on any of my daughters. Understand?” I pushed my face further into hers, resisting the urge to head-butt her.

“Daddy, stop! Daddy!” Ally cried, while Becky started to whimper. I looked over at my two children clinging to each other, terror on their little faces.

What am I doing?!

Quickly, I released Liefie and took a giant step back.

I walked over to Ally and Becky, scooped up both of them and hugged them to me. “It’s okay, it’s okay!”

They looked at their mother who stood holding her head with both hands, but did not try to go to her.

After a few moments, Liefie ran out of the room, shouting, “Your father is an abusive man! He just abused me in front of our children. That’s the kind of man I married!”

I looked at Ally. “Sorry, hon.”

“Why did you tell her, Daddy?” Ally whispered, holding her tear-stained cheek.

“I’m sorry, Al, I was trying to get her to do the right thing. I’m sorry.”

“You knew she’d hit me, Daddy. You shouldn’t have told her.”

I peered at Ally. “What are you talking about? She doesn’t hit you, Ally. Usually. Right?”

No answer.

“ALLY?!”

“I need to change my pants,” Ally muttered, ignoring my questions.

My head jerked to look at little Becky.

Becky’s head bobbed, her eyes opening wide.

You can’t be serious?!

My eyes shifted back to Ally. “This is the first time she hit you, right? Or does she hit you? Tell me, Ally.” I shook her. “Tell me!”

Becky’s head continued to bob.

“All the time, Daddy,” Ally finally muttered. “Yesterday she hit me because I took too long to get Uncle Viggo’s beer. From the fridge.”

“WHAAAT?” She had my four-year-old daughter fetching alcohol for her brother?

Ally nodded.

“Mummy hit Ally here,” Becky said, slapping the top of her head.

I was mortified at what I was hearing.

If Liefie could hit my daughter that way in front of me, backhand her, what would she be doing behind my back? Aghast, I looked at my firstborn who I idolized. “Ally, honey, why didn’t you tell me this?”

“You weren’t here, Dadda. And Mummy said if I carry tales she’ll make me sorry.” Fat tears coursed down little Ally cheeks. I drew my girls closer, feeling absolutely gutted to know they were being silently abused by their own mother. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Daddy will make it stop. I’m so sorry. This is not going to happen again. I promise.”
 
Author Bio

Eve Rabi lives in Sydney Australia, but was born in
South Africa.



She is the author of 24 books and is known for
her kick-ass leading ladies, her alpha males and her ability to make you cry
and make you laugh as you fall in love.

She loves music and cannot live without it.

She also enjoys dancing,
(was a Latin dance instructor years ago) and keeps her kids in line by
threatening to bust a Zumba move in front of their school assembly.

  

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Unmarked: Sean’s Story by Alisa Mullen

Title: Unmarked: Sean’s Story
Series: Chosen #4
Author: Alisa Mullen
 Release Date: November 18, 2014

Synopsis

Sean
Ford has loved Lizzie O’Malley all of his adult life. Now that he is in
his thirties and a successful tattoo artist, he finds himself stuck in
life. He should have~ He could have ~ But he didn’t. Kicking himself for
letting Lizzie slip through his fingers, he has to pretend that life is
just peachy. His favorite past time is hiding out in his bedroom.

When
Aoife Flanagan arrives in Boston to do an internship with college, she
is glad to have escaped the dismal life she has back in Wicklow,
Ireland. As a twenty-three year old student and professional, she
prefers staying in the corner at parties, hiding from everyone’s
attention, and sticking to the financial plan that her father outlined
for her.

One night…
One confusing night…
One amazing summer…

Sean
and Aoife may have been brought together by fate but to stay together
means more than roses and butterflies. They must fight the world for one
another. What separates them is one big ocean and one tiny question.

Sink or Swim?

This
is Book 4 in The Chosen Series but it can be read as a STANDALONE since
it is Sean’s story. For Mature Audiences 17+ only, please.

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Unmarked is by far my favorite of The Chosen Series!” 
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Alisa Mullen is the author of the Best Selling
Saga, The Chosen Series and the Best Selling psychological suspense novel,
Plastic Confidence. She grew up in Down East Maine. Mullen has a BA from Texas
A&M University and a MS from Our Lady of Lake University in San Antonio,
Texas. When she isn’t writing, she
enjoys reading, making necklaces, and spending time with her family. Mullen
lives in South Texas with her loving husband and their two children.

 

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