SPOTLIGHT ANNOUNCEMENT & GIVEAWAY – Sydney Lane

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We are excited to welcome Sydney Lane to our Spotlight Feature for the week of November 16th.

Please tune in to A Literary Perusal as we spotlight Sydney:

 

Monday – Meet the Author

Tuesday – Teasers

Wednesday – What’s Next

Thursday – Thank an Author

Friday – Fun Facts

 

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BOOK BLITZ AND GIVEAWAY – The Choices series by Sydney Lane

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CHOICES (Choices 1)

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SYNOPSIS:

Fate brought her here, but will her choices destroy her dreams?

Quincy Priest made all the right choices in her small town, black-and-white life. But being perfect is tiring. So. Very. Tiring.

Wanting desperately to step out of her sister’s shadow, Quincy jumps at the opportunity to attend college with her best friend. The quiet bookworm with family secrets comes out of her shell. But when Quincy meets not one, but two perfect guys, she has to make a choice. In doing so, she might forfeit the relationship she secretly longed to find.

Declan. Sweet, handsome, and perfect.  He makes her feel cherished for the first time in her life.

Brody. Sexy, hot, and irresistible. He could tear down her carefully built walls.

Before  she can become the woman she wants to be, Quincy will make mistakes. And suffer one unimaginable loss.

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EXCERPT:

Lowering my feet to the ground, he leads me to the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head down to kiss me. I don’t want him to stop. When he’s touching me, I feel beautiful and wanted. It chases away my insecurities and leaves me breathless.

He sits on the bed and pulls me onto his lap, my legs straddling his body. My dress is pushed up over my hips, and I feel exposed. But when he kisses me again, I forget everything. His lips move from my mouth to my neck. My head falls back, exposing my chest to him, and he begins kissing me lower. I press my hips into his, and I can feel the bite of his zipper pressing into me.

“My God, Quince, you feel so good. I want you so much. You’re all I think about.” His words make me want more, and I feel the tension building inside of me. His hands wrap around my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he rocks me back and forth. I close my eyes and lose control when my body explodes from the inside out.

Again, I’m shocked by the intensity of the moment. He slows our movements, and kisses me tenderly. Pulling me close, we remain wrapped around each other for several minutes, neither of us saying a thing as our breathing becomes even.

“Quince, have you told him? Does he know you have someone else waiting for you?”

Instantly, I come crashing back to earth.

 

FATE (Choices 2)

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SYNOPSIS:

I’m used to getting what I  want. I’ve always taken what I wanted. No apologies. No excuses.

I know what it feels like to be betrayed, when someone else is calling all the shots. I’ve been down that road, and I’m not going there again. I’ve got my family, my friends, and the brotherhood. That’s all I need.

I believe in Fate. Everything happens for a reason. But what do you do when Fate kicks you in the gut, plays a cruel joke on you?

When I met Quincy Priest, she was a flame I couldn’t put out. A freakin’ wildfire. She blew in to my life, burned it to the ground, then left me standing in the ashes. Gone as suddenly as she came. I’m not sure if I should love her or hate her… But I don’t hate her. I could never hate her.

What do you do when the person who broke you  may be the only person who can put you back together?

Can you run from Fate?

Do you even want to?

This is Brody’s story.

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EXCERPT:

“So, what am I doing here, Brody?” Her voice cracks, like she’s nervous or scared of me. “You confuse me. I’m not really sure what you want from me.” Well, that’s an easy one.

Walking toward her, I hold out my hand. ”Quince, it’s not about what I want from you. It’s about what I want with you.”

She hesitates before reaching for my outstretched hand, and I pull her to stand in front of me. With her boots on, she’s a little taller and a helluva lot sexier. I draw her close, her body perfectly aligning with mine. Indecision floods her eyes, warning me that I will scare her away if I move too fast. So instead, I begin to sway with the music that penetrates the walls.

She moves with me,  setting a slow, seductive rhythm, her hips gently swaying to the beat. And when she lays her head on my chest, I wonder if she can hear my heart, pounding inside.I feel her breath on my neck and her body flex as she rises to her toes, just before her lips touch the sensitive spot just under my ear. Breathing in deep, I tilt my head back, giving her control. Her lips part, and her tongue glides over my skin, blazing a path down my neck. My hands are suddenly in her hair, tangled in it, urging her on.

“Fuck, Quince. You are  driving me crazy,” I whisper. My voice is deep and hoarse. This is sweet torture. My words seem to ignite something in her, her hands finding the bottom of my shirt and tugging it up. Her movements grow more hurried, more needy, and her breath comes in short bursts.

Yeah, I think Little Miss Perfect likes dirty talk.

 

 

Patience (Choices #2.5)

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SYNOPSIS:

Jenna Ryan is the kind of girl everyone wants to be friends with. Her spunky and carefree outlook on life often leads to trouble of the best kind. She’s not afraid to speak her mind, and when it comes to her friends, she’s fiercely loyal and protective. When she met Eric, she knew immediately, he was her forever, but why was he holding back?

Eric James is the epitome of a Greek God. He parties hard while trying to meet the expectations of his overachiever parents. When he met Jenna, sparks flew, and he knew he’d met his match.

But Eric is hiding a small secret. When Jenna finds out, these two will embark on a wild and hilarious journey to torture each other into submission.

Who will win? And who will learn the true meaning of… Patience?

***This is a Choices novella that can be read as a standalone. The characters of Choices/Fate do make an appearance in Patience.***

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EXCERPT:

Eric’s POV

As soon as the door closes, Jenna quickly turns, pushing me back against the door.

“You think I didn’t notice you checking me out?” The playful lilt of her voice sends chills up my back and down my arms, anticipation settling in the pit of my stomach.

“I can’t help myself when you look like this,” I groan as she runs her hand down my chest, pressing her body against mine. The way she molds to me, hip to hip, it’s as if she were made just for me.

My hands run up her thighs and around her ass, pulling her into me. I hold my breath as she leans closer, her lips ghosting across my mine, a whisper that is… almost. My eyes are drawn to hers, never wavering as she pulls back, her lips gliding along my jaw, to my ear, her soft exhale shooting bolts of pleasure pulsing through me. I close my eyes, anticipating her touch, her tongue… Her mouth moves against me as she whispers, “You are in so much trouble, Eric James.”

She abruptly pushes against my chest, freeing herself from my arms, backing away with a sly grin on her face. I take two steps toward her, and she holds up a hand, halting me where I stand. I’m confused. “What the hell, Jenna!?”

“You silly boy. You didn’t think you were going to get off that easy, did you?”

Still smiling, she sashays to the closet, those long, bare legs carrying her further from me. Slowly, she bends down, her shorts riding up to expose the soft curves of her ass, as she removes her boots one at a time. Every movement is calculated, orchestrated to draw me into her wicked web. Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Sunshine, you do not want to play this game with me. I will win.” My eyes trail back up her body as she stands. When she glances at me over her shoulder, her eyelids hooded, my body responds immediately.

“Oh, yeah?” The tip of her tongue runs over her bottom lip before she pulls it between her teeth. “I’d ask if you wanna bet on that, but you already did, didn’t you?”

That saucy little shit. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

 

Hope (Choices 3)

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SYNOPSIS:

She’s the high school softball star. He’s the fraternity chaplain.

He’s the good guy. She’s the wild child.

Eliza Nichols has a secret. After one night, one mistake, she throws away her softball career, walking away from everything she loves. Broken and damaged, the last thing she needs is someone making her question everything she knows. No one has ever made her want to be so good.

Declan White is the stereotypical nice guy. When his fraternity brother betrays him with the girl of his dreams, he struggles to be the man he wants to be without losing the man he is.  Eliza may be exactly what he needs. No one has ever made him want to be so bad.

When these two come together, their lives collide in a battle of wills. One moment can change the rest of your life. You can accept it… or you may find hope where there appears to be nothing at all.

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EXCERPT:

Declan’s POV

“Do a shot with me?” She sways against me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I wonder how much she’s had to drink.

“Can’t. I’m driving tonight.”

“Oh, come on.” She pinches her fingers together, saying, “Just one little shot?”

“One.” I give in but not without a price. “If I get to do it my way.”  Her brows shoot up, her eyes swirling with questions. She has no idea what those red lips do to me, that if we weren’t in the kitchen in the middle of a party, I’d throw her down and ravish her right this instant.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Breathy. Soft. Sensual.

“Body shot.” I push her backwards until she’s propped up on her elbows. I reach for a shot glass, filling it to the rim with tequila.

Once I’m done, I push her skirt high up on her thighs and place the shot glass between her legs. My hands linger, burning from her heat. Her eyes darken as her breathing hitches in anticipation. Next, I reach for a lime, running it down the top of her thigh, lingering when she gasps and closes her eyes. I add salt, sprinkling it down the wet line drawn in lime juice. Bending my knees, I lean down. I look up at her, our eyes meeting in one, brief heated moment. Ever so slowly, I lick the salt and lime from her leg, trailing my tongue over the soft skin there. She gasps when I move upward, my face nestled between her legs as I take the shot glass between my teeth and stand. I tip my head back and swallow the contents, a slow burn blazing a path down my throat. Without using my hands, I bend and drop the glass onto the counter.

“I should’ve known,” she whispers, her eyes half-closed as her hand grips the edge.

“What?” I smile knowingly. I’d bet my car I know exactly what she’s thinking right now.

“You don’t do shots like a nice guy. You had to go and make it all sexy and shit.”

I smile knowingly, her assessment unleashing a week’s worth of pent-up frustration. I’m trying, with all my might, to treat her right, but she’s not making it easy.

“That’s because you’re all sexy and shit.” I lean in, stealing one more kiss before she pushes me away, giggling. I push off the counter, standing in front of her. I take her hand, helping her down, her body sliding down mine one inch at a time. She backs away, her gaze never faltering.

She can pretend that she doesn’t want this, but her body doesn’t lie.

 

AUTHOR BIO

Sydney Lane

Sydney Lane lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and children. Growing up in Smalltown, USA, Sydney dreamed of being a writer. After spending an outrageous amount of money to go to college, Sydney finally decided to follow her heart. Drug dealer and mommy by day, her alter ego is an author by night. Sydney is very active in charity work for anti-bullying and depression awareness groups.
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RELEASE BLITZ, GIVEAWAY, AND REVIEW – Hope (Choices #3) by Sydney Lane

Synopsis

She’s the high school softball star. He’s the fraternity chaplain.

He’s the good guy. She’s the wild child.

Eliza Nichols has a secret. After one night, one mistake, she throws away her softball career, walking away from everything she loves. Broken and damaged, the last thing she needs is someone making her question everything she’s done.

No one has ever made her want to be so good.

Declan White is the stereotypical nice guy. When his fraternity brother betrays him with the girl of his dreams, he struggles to be the man he is without losing himself. Eliza might just be what he needs.

No one has ever made him want to be so bad.

When these two come together, their lives collide in a battle of wills. One moment can change the rest of your life. You can accept it… or you can hope for something more.

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Liza’s POV

In the dim light, I find my clothes on the floor, discarded along with his. As quietly as I can, I pull my skirt on, grab my clothes, and slip out the door. I look down at myself, in his t-shirt and my rumpled skirt, and smile. I totally earned this shirt.

My eyes adjust to the light as I determine the path of least resistance. At the end of the hall is a set of stairs. If I go down the stairs, I don’t know what or who I’ll run into. My heart races at the thought. At the other end of the hall is a door that looks like it leads outside. It might just be my saving grace. I’ve never done the ‘walk of shame’ before, and I don’t want to start now.

I cringe when the door loudly slams behind me. The narrow, steep steps look like those of a fire escape, and I hesitate for a second. But a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

I take one more look behind me and breathe in a deep, calming breath of air. After making sure it’s all clear, I throw my stuff over the side, watching it land in a heap on the ground. I turn around and begin backing down the ladder one foot at a time. This is it. I’m going to fall to my death and embarrass my parents who still think I’m a virgin. They’ll never get over it. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m so stup- Oh, thank God, my feet are on the ground. I will never do this again.

 

I turn to grab my clothes and run straight into a brick wall. A brick wall of muscle and strength. And it smells so damn good… so familiar. I close my eyes as my heart jumpstarts itself. When I open them, I find myself face to face with a smiling Declan.

“Going somewhere, Liza?” My name sounds sexy rolling off his lips, but I hear it there… the smugness.

“What’s it look like?” I stand straight, my chin high.

“Liza, I distinctly remember telling you I’d take you home, and that’s what I plan to do.” He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes traveling down my body to my bare feet and back up again. So damn smug.

“And I remember telling you that’s not how this works.” Let the record show that no one tells Liza Jane Nichols what to do.

Declan’s POV

“You just can’t help yourself, can you? You’re always trying to rescue somebody! Did you ever think it might be you who needs to be rescued?” Her eyes widen, almost as if she can’t believe she said that.

We stand, unmoving, as our chests heave with emotion, her words hanging thickly in the air between us.

I close my eyes and lean back against the door, taking several deep, calming breaths. I choose my words wisely because this is probably the last chance I’ll get. “You’re wrong. I’m not trying to rescue you.” My throat is tight, the words forcing their way out of my mouth. “I just want to be there while you rescue yourself.”

For a moment, I think she’s not going to respond, and when she finally speaks, it cuts me to the core.

“The pain, the emptiness, it eats at me. I feel as if I’m being destroyed from the inside out. And you want to take that away.” Her voice breaks, and she takes a deep breath, briefly closing her eyes before opening them. “Well, you can’t. You can’t because sometimes, when everything else fades away, when no one else is here with me, that pain is what reminds me that I’m alive.”

A lone tear rolls down her cheek, opening the gates as two more roll down behind it, and then three, until she is shaking and crying, and reaching for me. I open my arms, folding her naked body into my chest. Silently, I hold her as her pain flows from her, soaking my shirt.

When someone you love, someone you’d lay your life down for, gets lost in the dark, you follow them. Maybe you can’t be the light they need. Maybe you don’t even need the light. And maybe, just maybe, it’s enough to just be there in the darkness.

Together.

Sydney Lane lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and children. Growing up in Smalltown, USA, Sydney dreamed of being a writer. After spending an outrageous amount of money to go to college, Sydney finally decided to follow her heart. Drug dealer and mommy by day, her alter ego is an author by night. Sydney is very active in charity work for anti-bullying and depression awareness groups.

 

 

 

  

Whitney’s Four Star Review

Be Still My Heart… Declan is finally here!

I always fall for the wrong guy in a love triangle so I’ve been anxiously waiting for Declan to get his HEA. I couldn’t be more pleased with how Sydney wrote his story.

Our sweet southern gentleman may have turned up the sexiness but she allowed his character to remain true. Declan is not a bad boy and I was glad his personality didn’t change.

This is a dual POV with Declan and Eliza sharing their stories. Eliza is a pretty good heroine, if not a bit cliché. It’s nice to watch Declan break down her walls though just from being his sweet self. She puts off a bad girl vibe but it’s all to cover up the fear she has of being close to others and forgiving herself for her past mistakes.

We do get to see Quincy, Brody, Eric and Jenna which is nice. That’s why I love these stand alone series. You can get invested in the characters because they continue to appear throughout several books.

Poor Seth is a mess and we get hints of his pain and self destruction which will lead to his book next.

For the most part, I really enjoyed this story. I love the characters and I have a very soft spot in my heart for Declan. I always like the ‘boy next door’ book boyfriends.

The writing felt a little repetitive at times, some back and forth between the main characters as they try to move beyond their pasts. It didn’t take away from the story for me, just kept me from giving it five stars.

The only thing I wasn’t crazy about was the epilogue. I won’t spoil it for anyone but I felt it was unnecessary. It’s short and too superficial to add to the story. I wish the author would have just left the end of the book and then done a more extended epilogue after Seth’s story. Or even used the epilogue to further set up Seth’s story.

But again, I’m not going to complain too much because my sweet Declan got his HEA and I loved the way that most of this novel was done!

Definitely recommend this series to anyone who enjoys love triangles and the NA genre.

 

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COVER REVEAL- Hope (Choices #3) by Sydney Lane

Coming: October 15, 2014

Synopsis

She’s the high school softball star. He’s the fraternity chaplain.

 He’s the good guy. She’s the wild child.
Eliza Nichols has a secret. After one night, one mistake, she throws away her softball career, walking away from everything she loves. Broken and damaged, the last thing she needs is someone making her question everything she’s done.
 No one has ever made her want to be so good.
Declan White is the stereotypical nice guy. When his fraternity brother betrays him with the girl of his dreams, he struggles to be the man he is without losing himself. Eliza might just be what he needs.
 No one has ever made him want to be so bad.
When these two get together, their lives collide in a battle of wills. One moment can change the rest of your life. You can accept it… or you can hope for something more.

Excerpt

Declan’s POV

I’ve learned to disappear. Over the last few months, I’ve perfected the art of avoidance. Quincy wants to apologize. Brody wants to apologize. Everybody’s sorry about what happened.

Apology not accepted.

There’s not a damn thing, not one word, that either of them could say to make me feel any better. The old me would have pushed the pain aside, ignoring my own feelings, to do whatever it took to make things right. Well, I’m not that guy anymore.

I can’t stomach the pity on Brody’s face, that misplaced concern, too little, too late. I don’t want his pity. I just want to punch him in the face, but it still wouldn’t be enough. Accepting his apology would allow him to breathe a little easier, and he doesn’t deserve it.

And Quincy. Just thinking about her twists the knife in my gut. It’s not that I don’t believe her when she says she’s sorry. It’s just that I don’t need her apology. I need her.

Liza’s POV

“Hey, I need to go. You want me to walk you home?” I can tell by the expression on his face that he really means ‘walk me home’ when he says that. It’s not code for ‘wanna go get freaky?’ like I’m used to.

Home? No. That is not what I want. I see Jerk-off weaving his way through the crowd, looking for me, and I grab Declan’s hand, pulling him along behind me. All of a sudden, a night on that guy’s couch with a few minutes of rutting no longer appeals to me.

“Let’s go!” I yell over my shoulder, wishing he was asking something different but knowing it’s for the best. I head straight for the stairs, the loud music and heat pressing in on me.

 I push open the large metal doors, taking a deep breath as we step out into the warm night air. It’s after midnight, and this isn’t how my nights usually end.

Releasing his hand, I begin walking in the direction of my dorm. I walk quickly, turning the corner into an alley, not even sure he’s still following me. I’m startled when he reaches for my shoulder, stopping me, and steps in front of me.

“Liza, is something wrong? I didn’t mean…” He rubs his hand over his dark, cropped hair once more as he takes a step back.

“It’s fine. I’m just drunk and need to get out of here.” I’m defensive. Rejection settles in the pit of my stomach. It’s not something I’m used to, and I hate it. I mean really, really hate it.

“Liza.” His voice is low and steady but commanding. I look up, finding him just as conflicted as I am. He takes two small steps, closer to me, and I back up, until my back is against the hard concrete wall. When he’s standing directly in front of me, his chest heaving and his voice breathless, he whispers, “I’m going to be naughty now.”

He leans down, a hand tilting my chin up to his. For a moment, the world stands still, and then, his mouth crashes into mine, his hands find my waist and lift me up, pressing my back into the wall. It’s hard, and sexy, and raw, and I can’t fight it. I don’t want to.

I raise my legs, wrapping them shamelessly around his waist, unable to get close enough. His hardness fits tightly against me, the friction pure torture. I’m aware that my skirt is above my hips and someone could see us at any moment, but I can’t make myself care.

There’s nothing but his tongue, pushing its way into my mouth, his fingers gripping my thighs, and his heart pounding against mine. Nothing but him.

Wrapping my hands around his neck, I deepen the kiss, our teeth clashing together, desperate, hungry for more. He groans, devouring my lips with his own. Abruptly, he pulls away, leaving me stunned as our chests heave between us. Staring into each other’s eyes for several long moments, we struggle to catch our breaths.

He breaks the silence first. “How did I do?” His mouth is so close to mine, the words vibrate across my lips, his lips teasing mine.

“Perfect.”

“Do you wanna go somewhere?” This time, I know he means something different. And this… this is what I can handle.

Sydney Lane lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and children. Growing up in Smalltown, USA, Sydney dreamed of being a writer. After spending an outrageous amount of money to go to college, Sydney finally decided to follow her heart. Drug dealer and mommy by day, her alter ego is an author by night. Sydney is very active in charity work for anti-bullying and depression awareness groups.

 

  

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