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Title: Chasing Cassidy

Author: D. Kelly

 Release Date: July 28, 2015

Blurb

When Zachary Stafford first set eyes on Cassidy Pope she was being beaten by her father. After witnessing the traumatic event, he made it his mission to befriend her. As the years pass, their relationship evolves and Cassidy not only gives Zack her friendship but her love, as well.

Cassidy spent her childhood being verbally and physically abused. The best part of her life is her friendship with the Stafford twins, Zack and Rylee. Although she tries to put on a brave front, the years of abuse have turned Cassidy into a woman filled with insecurities who doesn’t believe she deserves love. Especially not the kind of love Zack has given her for the last twelve years.

On their wedding day, Cassidy’s insecurities get the best of her and she does the one thing she knows how to do well…she runs. Zack is devastated and when he discovers why Cassidy ran, his devastation becomes fury. Long ago, Zack made Cassidy a promise he fully intends to keep and sets off on a journey to bring her back into his arms where she belongs.

Will Zack and Cassidy get their happily ever after, or will Cassidy’s inner demons keep her from getting the only thing she ever wanted in this world? To be loved.

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Releasing my hands, he pulls my dress over my head and runs his hands across my black bra and gives my breasts a quick squeeze. When he reaches my panties, he slides his hand inside and cups my pussy, sliding one, then a second finger inside of me. My eyes close momentarily while I absorb the exquisite feeling of him inside me. It’s been too long.

“That’s my vixen. Wet as fuck and just aching for me to make you scream. My fingers are the only ones that ever belong in your pussy, Cassidy.” Chuckling, he corrects himself, “Well, mine and yours. You know how much I love watching you finger yourself until you come.”

“Zack.” His name falls easily from my mouth as he continues to finger me. There’s no way anyone could ever make me feel as amazing as he does. He’s right—he’s the only one for me, the only one I could ever love. I know that more and more with every passing second we spend here, but I still have a secret to tell him.

One that will change everything.

As he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, he brings them to his mouth one by one, tasting each one slowly, savoring the taste of me on his tongue. It’s as if he’s enjoying his favorite dessert, the eroticism of the moment is heady.

“Fuck, I’ve missed tasting you on my lips, and I’ve really missed running my tongue along your sweet, tight pussy as you come all over my face.”

Suddenly, he flips me around, holding both wrists in a single hand above my head with my face against the wall. His teeth bite down onto my shoulder but he soothes the pain with a swipe of his tongue and with the touch of his kiss against it.

“Perhaps I should punish you for running. What do you think? What should the punishment be for delayed sexual gratification?” Zack’s punishments are filled with pleasure and just the thought of it makes me want him even more. With my history, there’s no spanking, but the exquisite pleasure he brings me while he has me tied up is incredible.

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Author Bio

I'm a wife, a mom, and a dog lover. I'm also a taxi, problem fixer, extreme multi-tasker, and my kids’ biggest fan in anything they do. I’m married to my high school sweetheart... how cool is that? Margaritas and sarcasm make me happy. Chocolate makes that happiness grow exponentially. People who make me laugh are my favorite kind of people. I believe Karma is a bitch who slaps back hard and mean people suck. I'm California born and raised, and I love the beach but hate the sand. And, of course, I believe Starbucks makes any day better. I’m the author of The Acceptance Series and Chasing Cassidy with more books soon to come.

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Insignificant - The Goldenrod Series # 1

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Audience: New Adult 18+ - Genre: Romantic Suspense - Format: E-book and Paperback - Publisher: Kelly Lincoln - Cover by: Najla Qamber Designs. Cover photo by Lindee Robinson Photography - Editor: Editing 4 Indies - Date Published: 6/10/15

Due to explicit language, sexual content, and dark themes, reader discretion is advised.
When Taylor was four years old, she became an orphan and her childhood spiraled into darkness. She spent years lying, hiding, and avoiding any love offered to her until she was old enough to run away from all the threats of her past.
Now twenty-two, Taylor doesn’t think she’s worth more than being the kind of girl a guy hooks up with in the back room of a bar after her band plays. She definitely isn’t the one you bring home to meet Mom and Dad.
An unlikely rescue puts her in Ethan’s sight. He’s her total opposite, though. Ethan is a sexy dork who sees beyond Taylor’s guarded exterior. He sees past the tattoos and piercings. He sees her.
But they both have secrets capable of destroying their relationship. And if Taylor’s past ever catches up with her, the consequences could be deadly.

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My breath caught when he stood behind me to look over my shoulder. We weren’t touching, but my skin broke out in goosebumps and my body ached for contact with his. Heat swirled in my stomach at the thought. How easy would it be to lean back against that awesome chest and have those killer arms hug me? I gripped the table to keep myself from doing anything stupid.
“Beautiful,” he said softly.
“Cool.” I shined the enlarger on the paper and picked up the photo after I turned it off. Ethan was still behind me, and I swallowed as I turned around. Looking at him in this sexy orange lighting was really—
A quiet popping noise invaded our silent room, and the orange light went out, leaving us in darkness. I flinched in surprise, brushing against Ethan. He put his hands on my arms. "The light burned out."
I laughed, trying to distract myself from my tingly arms. "Yeah, Captain Obvious. I can tell."
He laughed softly. "I have another one, I'll go change it. We just have to..." His grip tightened, and he drew me closer to him as he turned me so we switched places. One hand moved off my arm and to my back as his voice dropped. "Trade places. Because it’s on the shelf.”
"Right," I whispered. When he moved us, I dropped the paper, but I really couldn’t have cared less now that his arms were around me. Without thinking, I reached out and held my breath when my fingers brushed against smooth skin. I trailed to the side and found his hair. Moving along the side of his face, I stopped right before his chin and hesitated. Touching him was so ballsey. He might not want me doing this.
When I stopped, he let out a soft groan, and his fingers moved under the hem of my shirt, barely grazing the skin of my lower back. I took a shaky breath and raised my other hand, tracing the planes of his face, the one line across his forehead, the rise and fall of his glasses, the bridge of his nose, and the indent in his chin, so slight it was barely noticeable. His thin top lip. His full bottom one. Over and over again, and his breaths came out deep as his fingers kept moving lightly against my bare skin.
I whimpered as he put his other hand on the side of my face. Fucking whimpered.
“I like this,” he whispered as his fingers followed my eyebrows, over the piercing and down toward my cheek.
I kept tracing his lips as he touched me, all too aware of the strong ache between my legs. “Me too,” I breathed.
My pulse echoed in my head as his hand rested under my chin with his thumb on my lip ring. Neither one of us moved.
I couldn’t fucking handle it anymore. “Ethan?”
“Yes?” his soft voice replied.
“Kiss me already.”

Kelly Lincoln is pretty lame but she’s okay with that. She enjoys reading, inappropriate jokes, all things Disney, and spending time with her family. She lives in the northeast and drinks way too much Diet Coke.
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Sometimes, You Just Know.

This has been a blog post I've been avoiding. I know it's a necessity for a multitude of reasons, mostly to be therapeutic -- but I also realize that in upcoming months I'm going to need all the support I can get. And since "book friends are the best friends", I'm sharing this chapter in my life with y'all.

3 weeks ago, my mom went to the ER for back pain. Not a little back pain, like she was popping Vicodin like breath mints (in their allowed time frame), and couldn't straighten to a standing position kind of back pain.

A little back story on my mom: she's not really one to complain, and she's terrible at taking care of herself. She's a go go go type of person, that has never really rested as much as she probably should, and like everyone else in the world has a tendency to Band-aid the problem and move on. Like, oh, I have a headache -- Advil will fix it, I've got too much to do.

Well, in her case, that has proved to be catastrophic. We don't know, and probably will never be able to pinpoint the exact moment that things should've been taken more seriously, when her aches and pains were actually a problem rather than a nuisance. Just heed my words when I say: if your body hurts, there's a reason. Go get it checked out.

3 weeks ago, she has a CAT scan, and they found a few "spots" but were seemingly unconcerned. They were actually going to release her and send her home. Thank God there was a doctor with some sense, who took a second look and listened to his gut and said, no -- I'm admitting you.

By Tuesday, there were more tests. The spots became classified as lesions that were located on various vertebrae, and a 3.5 cm mass was identified in her lung. By Wednesday and Thursday, more tests were performed including an MRI, and a biopsy to determine what they thought they were dealing with. But we all knew. It was unspoken, a tense current underlying every unsaid word, every space between texts, every amount of silence that passed.

By Friday, they had started radiation, and I now know that she was classified as crisis. An emergency. An exception to the no radiation on weekends rule. Attendants were called in to perform this procedure Friday, Saturday, and Sunday because there was no other option. It was that necessary.

Y'all, this was a heavy week for me. For my family. Because at this point, even though there was no official diagnosis because the test results that mattered wouldn't be confirmed until sometime the next week. But you just know. You know when they tell you that there's a mass in the lung, and lesions on vertebrae and her pelvic bones, and words like metastasized and such are thrown around like normal vocabulary. You know.

Before we ever knew that things were so serious, I'd made plans to go to Austin Book Fest. Hubby and I needed a weekend away, I had friends and fellow authors I wanted to meet, and I knew this was a great opportunity to network. My in-laws were going to be keeping both kids, including our sweet daughter who copes with food allergies for the first time in the 17 months she's been around. I wrestled with guilt of still wanting to follow through, but I was encouraged by my mother-in-law that I needed this time to prepare for what was coming. My husband and I needed time to fuel and charge ourselves and be ready for whatever the future holds because we knew that no matter what, it wouldn't be easy. So we went. We left early Saturday morning (and I ended up being 2 hours early since I wasn't in the best headspace in the world), and I spent most of the drive there in a complete funk, trying to wrap my brain around what was going on, what was coming, and most of all, not feeling like the worst daughter in the world. Because I didn't tell anyone but my in-laws that I was going. I needed this weekend to be about us and about me, and I needed to be selfish. It's not something I do often, but I needed it then.

I'm so glad that I did. So glad. I met wonderful blogger friends (Abby O'Shea and Ana O'Rylee of Not Your Mama's Romance) I'd met a few months ago online, and they kept my brain busy. They pulled me around the signing and to authors when I'm sure I was completely blank-faced, and overwhelmed, and they just smiled and kept me afloat. I'm sure that they don't even realize how much they helped, but they did. I got to meet several other people in person that I'd met online and went out to Downtown Austin with a sweet author friend (Ashley Christin) and my hubby, and got to party with Le Freak. It's amazing how easily online friends can translate to real-life friends so seamlessly. I branched crazy far outside my comfort zone, and it paid off tenfold. I made new friends that unknowingly helped me through what had the potential to be a nightmare of a weekend, and kept my mind off my problems.  I'll be forever grateful.

It's amazing how all these little things added up to what is my best memory of 2015 so far, and is this wonderful little reminder of hope and joy in a time where things are so uncertain, so terrifying, so life-altering.

The journey home was a long one -- not necessarily because we had too much fun (we did), we didn't miss our kids (we did), we didn't want to come home (we didn't... not really), but mostly because all of this was looming on the horizon. God knew what He was doing when he shoved ABF in front of my face, because on Tuesday, we got the official confirmation that she has stage 4 lung cancer. Stage 4. And, she's also got two teeny tiny lesions on her brain. Excuse my French, but this shit is everywhere.

It's almost two weeks to the day later, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around this news. My mom will be 54 in August. She's still young. My kids are 3.5 and 1.5, and they're still making memories with their Gigi. We aren't done expanding our family yet. There are so many things left in life to experience, and in the span of a week... my life will never, ever be the same.

Somedays, I think the only thing keeping me sane is writing. Reading amazing books put out by author friends of mine. Writing some more. Focusing on my plans for future books. Searching out covers. Making teasers. Researching bloggers and promotional companies, author signings. Making plans.

I'm editing this (which I'll probably do a couple of more times as things come to me) to include how incredibly thankful I am for Kishan Paul and her friendship. I'm so blessed that God saw that I needed not only a friend throughout my writing journey, but one to make me feel less crazy on this journey called motherhood, and even more so during this new chapter of my life. She's been the most amazing, non-judgement, encouraging sounding board throughout this, and I can't not include her in this post. I can't even count how many times she's messaged me to make sure I'm doing ok, to just drop a line to say "I'm thinking of you", and words can't even express how much it means to me. I'm so thankful for the people in my life right now.

Please keep me, my mother, my husband and kids, my sister... my whole family in your thoughts, in your prayers... Don't hesitate to send me funny anecdotes, silly messages, words of encouragement, anything because y'all, this is going to be a battle and I need all the funny and positive and love I can get, and then some.

Thank y'all!