#NewRelease Going After Indigo by Rose Silverstone

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Beyond happy to share with you Going After Indigo 

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“What are you thinking about there, Dancing Queen?”

Clearing her throat, she quickly snaps her attention back to him.

“Nothing. I wasn’t thinking of anything.”

“Those blue eyes of yours tell a different story, Ms. Crystalline.”

He takes a step forward and she attempts to step back but can’t because there’s a car there. Duh!

“What … what are you doing?”

“I’m guessing what you and I have both been thinking about despite the aggravation with one another.”

Without another word, his big hands take hold of her face and pull her to him. When their lips meet any protest she may have had is dismissed. Instead, she finds herself lost in his kiss. His lips feel so wonderful against her own and the feeling it conjures starts a burning need to coil inside. His desire to make this kiss more is felt as he presses into her and coaxes her lips to part in order for his tongue to sweep into her awaiting mouth. She doesn’t know which of them moans first but the tremor she feels is all her own.

His hands begin a downward journey and she begins to reach upward to tangle her hand in his hair. When he reaches her taut nipple and gives it a squeeze, she almost convulses in reaction.

How long had it been since Mitchell? Mitchell. Yes, Mitchell. The mere thought of his name causes her body to instantly cool. Still, she reluctantly pulls back from the hungry kiss of the man before her.

“Um … I … hmm. I … I do need something from you. I need a ride home. My … the car … I have a flat tire and no spare.”

The knowing look on his face makes her want to crawl into a hole and hide.

“Don’t look at me like that. Whatever! You’re a damn good kisser. Woohoo for you. You had me for a moment. The moment is over. I … what are you doing?”

His body presses into her again and his hand slides into the front of her jeans. She didn’t think there would be enough room for him to get that big hand of his down there. His fingers glide over her center and she moans. Hearing her reaction to this man was too much. She couldn’t do this, be this person.

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About the Author

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“Reading makes me smile. Finding new authors makes it all worthwhile.”

I am a reader, a blogger, an author, a mother. I am a person, a human being with feelings. I run the gamut of emotions and love making new connections. I. Am. Woman!

On my page, you will find a multitude of things that inspire, enrich, and encourage. You will also see books I’m reading, authors I am looking forward to reading or have read.

Most of all, you’ll see the works I have in store for lovers of mystery, romance, and paranormal along with the insanity that is my personality.

Enjoy and share, all is fair.

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#NewRelease Introducing the Piersons

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Christmas is supposed to be about love, support, giving–and most of all–family.
The Pierson family had decided to come together to celebrate the holidays. The goal? Ignore all of the things that are terrorizing their individual lives and be in one space again. What could possibly go wrong?
Mom is selling the house and has told no one. The two youngest male and female siblings have moved back home. No one knows why. There are things plaguing the family business. Why Eric Pierson thought he would be able to surprise his girlfriend with a proposal for Christmas and his “loving” family, he doesn’t know?
He receives the surprise of a lifetime when the oldest of his younger sisters unwittingly invites his ex-girlfriend, who happens to be her former college roommate and friend, to spend the holiday with the family.
This Christmas is quickly shaping up to be the one that not one of the Piersons will ever want to remember.
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“Your father would’ve been proud of you. Madison beams every time she looks at that arm even though she is horrified knowing that you are in any pain because of her.”

“You think so? I think she’s pissed at me.”

Their mother had smirked and waited until Madison was out of earshot before she bent down to ask him her next question.

“Are you sexually deprived, Jamison?”

His stunned green gaze flicked to Eric before turning back to their mother. She smirked as his cheeks actually turned red with his embarrassment.

“I’m guessing that’s a no. If she was pissed off then she wouldn’t dote on you the way she does. The secret glances at her big, strong man wouldn’t happen. Sex would most definitely be off the table even if it were just for one day. Seeing as she hasn’t stopped brushing up against you, you aren’t begging for it. Quite the opposite.”

Eric had howled for ten full minutes after that keen observation from Evelyn Pierson.

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#GiddyFool I am a PUBLISHED Author #Giveaway

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As of midnight November 18th, Rose Silverstone is a PUBLISHED author. 

Title: Breathe: Clarissa

Series: The Pierson Twin Duet

Release Date: November 18, 2016

Genre: Romantic Suspense

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Synopsis:

Catch your breath as Clarissa learns to control hers. It’s the first thing she should learn to control then maybe she’ll get a handle on everything else in her life.

Life is funny. It sure has a funny way of showing an individual what type of person they truly are. Hmm, life shows a person all of the signs of their weaknesses and sometimes throws them up in their face while beating them down.
In my case, it wasn’t so much … life. It was the guy in my world. It was the man that I’d chosen to give my body and heart to. At one time, I believed he was absolutely perfect and practically walked on water. I won’t dwell on that now. I’ll come back to it later. I want to share how I got to the point of fighting for every breath before learning how to breathe.
I’m Clarissa Pierson. I’m twenty-four years old, the “good” twin and this is my story.

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“Your turn. Best idiotic thing someone has ever asked you when they learn what you do for a living.”

“Riss, is this what we’re really going to do tonight? I mean, it’s great catching up and hanging out, but I’m sensing something’s off. This feels forced. The only time it has ever felt that way with us was when …”

“One or both of us was overcompensating. I know. I … I just wanted a glimpse. It’s what I’ve always expected us to be.”

“What do you mean by ‘us?’ Have you been …” He pauses and sits up straighter before continuing. “Tell me what you mean.”

Nathaniel’s features are a canvas of emotion. The prominent one is hope and I want to keep it steadily in place. The problem is I can’t do that.

“Friends. I’ve missed us as … friends.”

The hope morphs to disappointment and I turn away. Averting my gaze means I’m not focusing on the pain I’m causing him. I don’t need to see it to know it is there. I’ve recognized the looks. I’ve seen the desire. I know it well because it is reflected back at me in my mirror when I think of him. I’m not in a space where he’s even a possibility for me.

“Bull … shit! You don’t fool me.” He’s out of his chair and around the table before I can turn to see what he’s doing. “I’m not letting you drive any longer, Clarissa. I’m having what’s rightfully mine tonight. Screw the rest. This is ours.”

His lips are crashing into mine before I’m able to formulate a response. I’m in his arms and being carried to the couch bed as he reacquaints himself with the feel of my lips. Our tongues dance and I can think of no reason to pull away from this man. We don’t pull apart as we strip each other. I’m beyond thrilled to know that neither of us is wearing something that needs to go over either of our heads.

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#BigChanges My Something New

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Something new for me this week/month/year is finding a new space in the big state of Texas. I’ve recently moved to Houston. I know. If you follow me on Facebook it states this has been my home. I knew this was coming so I decided to have my settings already set up with my new hometown.

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Let me just start this by saying: HOT DAMN! I don’t know if any of my readers have ever crossed from Louisiana into Texas via automobile. If you’ve never done it, I recommend doing so. There is a bridge that is scary as hell but amazingly beautiful at night to take in. (I suck because I don’t recall the name of the thing.)

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This is a joy to learn how to navigate.

Ha! I figured it out. Aren Cambre is the name of the bridge. (picture below) I’m  so excited to be here. My brain is not fully functional because I’m still adjusting to the area, heat, and time difference. It’s only an hour, but even sixty minutes has the ability to affect your well-being. New hometown, new job, and new adventures as I try to get everything in order. Goodness gracious, the things that I need to handle.

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My thoughts were that I was on some form of roller coaster

Along with the newness of this place is the book that is soon to be released. Here is the cover, a teaser, and an excerpt from my upcoming November release.

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My answers would come in the form of a phone call from my mother of all people.

“Hey Mom, how’s it going?”

“Oh good. I was hoping I didn’t call too late or wake the boys.”

“Congrats. You caught me in a rare moment of quiet.”

“Ah! I won’t keep you long because I recall all too well how few and far between those moments are. As a mother, you tend to cherish every second of them.”

I chuckled, “That’s exactly it. To what do I owe this call?”

“I had the strangest … visit today.”

“You did? From who?”

Never in a million years did I ever expect her to mention the name that she did.

“Nathaniel Porter. He surprised us with a rare visit and a bottle of wine. He just arrived back from a trip to Italy. Did you know that he’d gone there? He mentioned seeing you in Savannah a few months ago.”

Every part of my body felt as if it seized and locked in place. My hope was that nothing was said that would make my mother suspicious. I should’ve known my … Nathaniel was better than that.

“We did see each other.”

“I can’t believe that you were so close and didn’t make a trip to see your parents. I miss my other daughter. It’s not fair that Marilynn gets to spend so much time with our grandchildren. I want them to know me just as much as they know her.”

I hoped I could keep my mother on the subject of the little competition that she had going with Theodore’s mother. I just needed to be on the phone long enough to appease my mother’s need to keep in touch with all of her children and make a quick excuse as to why I couldn’t remain on the phone.

After about five minutes of reassurance that she’d see her grandchildren soon, I prepped to end the call when Nathaniel was brought up again.

“I was surprised to find out that Nate didn’t have the correct phone number for you. As close as you two have always been, I would think he would be one of the few that had every way to contact you at the touch of a screen.”

I clearly heard her unspoken question, but didn’t respond to it. Instead, I waited.

“Hmm. You’re quiet. Is there something going on that I need to know about? He said you’d left a bag of yours with him and he’d wanted to get it to you. If that weren’t odd enough, he appeared taken aback when I mentioned Theodore. The man seemed genuinely perplexed when I asked if your husband had been there on business or not. I actually had to say the words, ‘Theo is Clare’s husband.’ The devastation on that man’s face told me that there was more to the story than met the eye. Now, I ask again. Is there something that I need to be made aware of?”

This is why I have stated on countless occasions that mothers should automatically be given detective badges upon giving birth. My mother is a human lie detector and can sniff out misdirection better than anyone I know. Even with her skills, I find myself fighting the urge to spill my guts. I don’t want to discuss this. It’s too much. It’s more than I want to deal with right now.

The handle of the door twisting saves me from having to respond. I know who’s on the other side and I’ve never been so happy to hear that my husband is home in the entirely of our short marriage.

“Mom, I have to go. Theo is home. We’ll talk soon. I love you.”

I hear my mother’s tsk as clear as if she were standing directly in front of me.

“I’m going to go now, but know that I will be calling again soon and you will tell me what’s going on. Know that I know something’s not right, young lady.”

I’m beyond glad that I’m not in front of her. Those two words tacked on at the end would get me to sing like a canary. Until I get a handle on things, I don’t need to talk to anyone about what my feelings may or may not be for Nathaniel Porter.

“Mrs. Taylor, I’m home. Where are you and my babies?”

I hear Theo call from the foyer and turn in the chair that I’ve been parked in since I first entered the library.

“Mom, I’m going to go. I don’t like to be busy when Theo arrives home. He usually has a million things he wants to share with me.”

“Oh, all right. Fine. Go. I’ll call tomorrow.”

There’s a call I’ll be dreading, but know I will answer when she calls. I also know that the call will come tomorrow. She won’t be ignored and I’m unable to decline a call from her.

If only I could follow through with some of the hopes that floated through my brain, I would be so much happier.

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#Excerpt Rose Silverstone’s Breathe: Clarissa @rsilverstone7

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Title: Breathe: Clarissa (The Pierson Twin Duet, Book 1)

Author: Rose Silverstone

Genre: NA Romantic Suspense

Release Date: November 18, 2016

*Both books can be read as a stand alone! (HEA or is it?)

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I was absolutely flabbergasted and spellbound in that breath of time. I’d forgotten that he did that. We’d been apart too long for it to be an everyday recollection. Lying down on the sofa, he lay next to me and put his arms around my waist.
I’ll admit that I don’t have much of a backside, but there is enough back there to make note of. I’ve been grabbed and periodically pinched enough to know there’s something to hold on to. Most of those grabs and pinches came because I was mistaken for my overtly friendly twin, but that’s neither here nor there at the moment or any future situation.
The point is, Nathaniel did something I never thought I’d ever enjoy. After wrapping those long, strong arms around my waist, he squeezed the cheeks of my ass together then patted the bottom before making himself comfortable. I couldn’t let it pass without speaking on it.
“Did you just fluff my ass cheeks like a pillow?”
“I did. It’s not anything new so I don’t know why you’re sounding the way you are. You know you like it.”
I did like it. I’ve never told him that and I probably never will, but I tend to get turned on when he does it. It’s like the action is a way of him making a claim on me. It wasn’t something he’d ever ventured to explain the reason for before.
“Whether I like it or not, don’t you feel weird? I mean aren’t uncomfortable lying like that?”
“Nope. these babies make for a mighty fine enough pillow,” he said as he squeezed them again. I smirked and a little giggle slipped out as he released his “pillows” to get comfortable again. “Tonight, I get to have my Rissa Bear pillows lull me to sleep.”

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Breathe – Clarissa (The Pierson Twins Duet, Book One) @rsilverstone7 #giveaway

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Catch your breath as Clarissa learns to control hers. It’s the first thing she should learn to control then maybe she’ll get a handle on everything else in her life.

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“I have to show you something. I hope it’ll make you laugh because … well, you look like you need one right about now.”

I sat taller in my seat as I waited for him to pull something up on his phone. When he turned the screen toward me, I could see that he had a blog page filling the screen. A Mind of Creation was the name of it and he apparently was the mind behind it. After a few more touches of the screen, he handed me the phone.

“Don’t freak out on me or anything. I just want to show you something. I said I would if ever I had the opportunity. I didn’t think it was going to be this soon. Anyway, there it is.”

I give him a puzzled look before beginning to read the blog post.

            There was a girl I had in my life. No, let me begin again. Once upon a time, I believed two close friends could become more and would be man and wife. The two friends, myself and another, knew everything about one another, could practically finish each other’s sentences, and were each other’s shadows. All was right in their world. I’ve been told we were crazy to believe that a male and female could be nothing more than friends. During our younger years, I would have vehemently disagreed. We were nothing more than friends; until we weren’t.

One day something changed; I changed. I went from watching my best friend do her normal routine of fixing her hair, putting on lip gloss, and spraying that spray that made her smell like berries to seeing her as this amazingly beautiful young woman. There are only a handful of people that know how much I enjoy berry flavors. there are certain things that affect my olfactory system so strongly that I have a visceral reaction to it. Smelling that scent that day made such a reaction happen. It’s the only way I can describe that change. I didn’t know what to do with what I was feeling. It’s something I’d never done before. 

I don’t believe she ever knew how strongly the feelings were that I felt for her. I was always just her very best friend. There was this poem that she wrote. I don’t even know if she remembers it. She trashed it because of the content. Needless to say, I fished it out and have kept it for safe keeping. In my mind, it was one of the most honest things she ever wrote. I don’t know if she still puts pen to paper or fingers to keys. I don’t even recall who this was for. I dreamed a long time ago that I was its intended reader

I’ve been thinking about you

And all the things you can do

The way you make me feel

It seems surreal

There are thoughts in my mind

That make me want to find

A very special place

To put an end to this race

The racing of my heart

Make me want to part

My lips with my fingertips

Take a few sips

Make me detonate

I’m your willing plate

Have me for your meal

Breakfast, dinner, dessert, whatever you feel

I don’t know what made me share this today. I guess it was just something I was thinking about as I prepared myself for this next venture and pulled together the makings for a berry cobbler. (<- Yes, Readers, I’m the one baking this from scratch.)

Below the post was the recipe for his mom’s berry cobbler, but it was missing a key ingredient. I smiled to myself because only close family and friends would know what was missing from the mix.

“What?”

I’m sure he was probably thinking I was smirking for an entirely different reason.

“I noticed the missing ingredient in your mom’s dessert, something I know is your personal favorite.”

“Really? I won’t bring up the obvious elephant just yet. Go ahead. Wow me!”

“The salted caramel base is missing. Your mom never put much, but it was always at the base of the dish.”

Nathaniel looks genuinely impressed by my knowledge.

“I am … amazed. My sister doesn’t even know that. It’s something my mom made me promise not to share that secret.”

“I’m not surprised. Jeannie didn’t and still doesn’t strike me as the type to care about the things that make up the meals. She is always about …”

“The final product.”

We said it at the same time and gave in to the laughter that we felt. It relieved some of the tension we were feeling. Looking at Nathaniel, I realized just how much I missed laughing with my friend. I wasn’t given much time to dwell on it.

“Now, let’s get back to the elephant.”

Yes. Let’s.

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kindle-interior-title-pageThere is so much that could be said to define who I am but only one thing comes to mind: book lover. It is what I have been and will always be. I am addicted to created works and the minds behind them. It is a pleasure and honor to know that I am now creating works of my own. Take heart those suspenseful moments in life.

“They are the ones that prepare for some of the most interesting surprises.” RS

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