The Dying Game

by: Taylor Henderson & Sara Schoen

Publication Date: February 10, 2015

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Genre: Horror/Suspense

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Synopsis

When Matthew Hastings finally has the opportunity to travel to the place that he's dreamt of visiting for years, he won't let anything stop him.

Not the ghost stories.

The hauntings.

Or even the fact that his pessimistic girlfriend has threatened to break up with him if he goes. In fact, it only makes him want to go more.

Then when he finds out that his childhood crush, Kelsey Hendricks, is going to be attending with his closest friends, nothing will stop him from leaving.

Now is his chance to tell her how he really feels. But will he get the chance? When a series of events traps the group underground in the tunnels of New Orleans, they soon discover...

They're not the only ones in the tunnels.

And they must find their way out by sunrise, or they will all be submitted to the horrors of...

The Dying Game.

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Meet the Authors

Sara Schoen

My name is Sara, I’m twenty years old, and I was born and raised in Northern Virginia. I have always been interested in writing, even started a book in elementary school, but it wasn’t until high school that my friend, and writing partner, more or less forced me to join an amateur writing site. After some convincing from her, I plucked up the courage and posted one of my stories. While it wasn’t popular at first, I was shocked and overwhelmed by the support of readers on Wattpad, and they gave me the support and confidence to get where I am today. I continued to write religiously for the next three years I was on the website, starting countless stories and deleting a few others. It wasn't until I was nineteen that I was given the opportunity to work with a publisher, and I'm excited that I now get to share my work with countless other people as well as continue to write for the fans that supported me to continue working toward telling the world a remarkable story.

Taylor Henderson

My name is Taylor, and I was born and raised in Northern Virginia. I have been an adamant reader and writer for as long as I can remember. Writing has been a huge part of my life since I was able to even grip a pencil. Now I am twenty years old, and nothing has really changed. I am still a resident of the state for lovers, and I still use writing as my main form of expression. I love the idea that with a few words, all put together in perfect order; I can create a world of my own. I have the ability to create characters who have special talents that I’ve always wanted, or even situations that I’ve never experienced in real life. Writing is the only activity that I seem to excel at. It’s my escape from my average life. A place where I can be who I want to be, go places that I’ve never been, and meet people whom I’ve only met in my dreams. Isn’t that what writing is all about? Finding an escape into another world? Because let’s face it, the world we live in today is crazy, and uncontrollable. I like being in control. I just want to write my own story.

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Ruined

Title: Ruined

Series: She Who Dares #4

Author: LP Lovell

Cover Design: SM Piper

 Release Date: April 30, 2015

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Ruined is book four in the She Who Dares series, but can be read as a standalone.

Hugo 

I like to fuck. A lot. Anywhere, anyway, as long as I’m shooting my load in or on some pretty young thing I’m good. In fact, scrap that, they don’t even have to be pretty. What can I say? I’m an equal opportunities kind of guy.  

I pride myself on being able to turn even the most self-respecting woman into a dirty slut. I make no apologies for my life or my behaviour. I don’t care about anyone really, certainly not women. 

Except her. I care about her, which is why I pushed her away. 

Molly 

I suppose I’m what you would call the good girl, the sensible one. I’m that girl, the romanticist. I believe in ‘the one’, in that all-encompassing love that leaves you unable to breathe without it. 

The thing is though, love is an uncontrollable animal. The heart often declares war on the mind, and even the most rational being can become completely consumed by love. 

Sometimes rational is boring. It’s the taste of the wild side that makes you remember you’re alive. The heart wants what the heart wants, even if you end up completely ruined in the process.

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LP Lovell is an Indie Author from Salisbury,

England. She's known for her seriously laid back attitude, sick sense of humour

and a general lack of brain to mouth filter. Fuelled by copious amounts of Diet

Coke, she likes to create feisty female characters who bring men across the

pages to their knees. If she’s not writing then LP can be found riding her

horses, or walking her ever present writing companion; Tulula the dog.

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My Mind's Eye

Book: My Mind's Eye

Author: Gillian Jones

Cover by: Book Covers by Ashbee Designs

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Ryker

She is the epitome of the girl next door, but with a feistiness that makes my dick throb.

I'm drawn to her like no other; she stirs things in me I have no desire to feel, long for things I shouldn't.

This is my game. I choose the players. I never play for keeps.

I don't believe in fate. I make my own destiny. I work hard and play harder.

Luck is for pussies, Karma for idiots. Me, I make shit happen.

Meeting her fucked up my plan. Threw me off my game.

I'm now face to face with my Karma and her name is Kat Rollins.

Kat

Ryker Eddison is the epitome of a player. 

You know the type - Mr. Get In and Get Out.

He's all about the chase, wanting just one night. Everyone knows this, I know this. Still I find myself craving him. My greedy body betraying what my heart and mind already know; he will only bring me pain.

He's the guy that girls like me should avoid. I'm smart, I know better. But when I'm with him, I feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I never knew I wanted.

I can't deny it...I like the chase, the high is explosive, but I'm afraid if I give in, I may end up losing more than I can handle... my heart.

EXCERPT 

Ryker

 I walk into Pub Fiction for my shift about forty-five minutes early tonight, not thinking twice about knocking on the staff room door because a, I’m early, and b, I never have the fuck before. Well let me tell you, apparently a and b don't apply anymore with Hot Girl working here. And apparently a knocking rule needs to be put in effect from this point on.

 ‘Cause, HOLY FUCKING CHRIST! As I barge into the room I’m quickly met with the sexiest scene I have EVER laid my eyes upon in my life. Sitting on the black leather ottoman in the middle of the room while bending forward with the abundance of her succulent cleavage spilling out of a black lace bra, is none other than Kat. Well fuck me sideways til Sunday! She doesn't see me right away as she’s pulling up black sheer pantyhose over her legs, legs I might add that just don't seem to quit. With this vision in front of me now taunting my senses, mainly my sense of I-wanna-fucking -touch, of course I do what all men in my position would do. Yup, like the fucking perv I am, I stare. Actually no, I full on gawk at the sight unfolding in front of my greedy eyes. Greedy to take her all in, every motion, every curve. Jesus, who knew a simple act could be so erotic. My cock is throbbing from where I stand, aching to be set free. Stifling a moan, I adjust myself thinking of my next move.

 I honestly cannot help but watch, even if I wanted to leave, I can’t. It’s as if I’m rooted in place, my feet encased in cement, trapping me. My brain convincing my body it’s actually stuck. And truth be told, I’m okay with it. There is no other place I‘d rather be at this very moment, than right there with this woman as I silently wallow in her beauty. This, this in front of me is what wet dreams are made of. I knew this girl was hot, but fuck me. Man, am I grateful that my brain and body aren’t on the same page right now. You know the page where my legs would be allowing me to leave like I know I should. I know the right thing to do is to turn around and walk right the fuck back out the door. But in truth there is no fucking way that is happening, ‘cause this view is spectacular. And there is no fucking way am I’m missing this opportunity.

 As if she’s finally sensing something in the air has changed, Kat looks up and finds me standing there rooted in my place by the door, gawking at her. Rather than freaking out like I assume she would, she simply smiles, her face a bit flushed as states that she says she could have sworn she locked the door. Our eyes meet and she continues to blush the sexiest shade of pink I have ever seen. I can’t help but think of what other body parts of Kat’s might match the shade. Shaking my head from those thoughts for now, I focus my attention back onto Kat, and in perfect time to witness her stand from her position on the ottoman.

 I should fucking say something, I know this, I really do but for some fucked up reason I can’t form a response. It's like I’m one of those assholes who gets all tongue-tied around pretty girls. Fuck, I look like such a dick right now. Here I stand, staring with my mouth agape waiting her next move or to finally see her lose her shit on me. But instead, I've never been so thankful for not having a voice before in my life. As Kat stands, I can tell she’s actually quite nervous and shy. For some reason instinct wants me to comfort her. I want to call her baby and reassure her that she has not a goddamn thing to be nervous or embarrassed about, but I don’t. I want to tell her how sexy, and how completely thought consuming she has been, but I don’t. I want to tell her she is so fucking hot. But again, I don’t. I decide to stay quiet. I want her to lead how we’re going to play this thing out, whatever will make her to feel more at ease. Therefore, I stand in silence watching and waiting for her to call the shots. She begins to fumble with getting her t-shirt on and rather than staying quiet like I had planned guess what happens?

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I'm a wife, and mother. My Mind's Eye is my first book writing adventure! Eeeeek! I'm Canadian so I might spell things a little odd once in a while;) I love red wine, adore my friends and I'm so completely in love with my hubby and little boy.  I'm addicted to shoe shopping, shopping, and ummm shopping! But my biggest addiction however is reading. That shit runs deep in my veins, I'm a lover of alpha males, hot sex, with a side of angst all topped off with the happy ever after. I'm a new indie author and I can't wait to start this journey. 

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