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Title: The Sound of Your Heart
Series: College Bound #3

Authors: Laura Ward & Christine Manzari

Genre: NA Romance

Release Date: July 13, 2018

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Julie Prescott is the life of every party. She’s loud, witty, and uses her body and pretty face to get whatever she wants. She’s never had a problem hooking up with guys, or ditching them when they don’t live up to her standards. Julie has a list of exes a mile long and a reputation to match, but she’s looking for more than just a degree in college. She’s looking for Mr. Perfect.

Ben Sutherland is the enigmatic bassist of a popular local band. Born blind, Ben depends on his other senses to help him understand the world around him on a deeper level. His sultry voice and musical talent might make it impossible for him to go unnoticed on campus, but Ben isn’t looking for fame or groupies. He’s looking to perfect his music.

Julie’s been lusting after Ben for months and when she finally meets him at a party, her confidence is shaken when she discovers she can’t use her physical beauty to charm him. Even though she's always relied on her looks, it’s her personality that wins Ben over and he’s determined to show her that she’s more than just a pretty face.

But falling in love is the easy part. Family lies, a questionable reputation, and the chance of a lifetime threaten to tear Ben and Julie apart. Can they trust the futures they’ve chosen or will they take the biggest risk of all and listen to the sound of their own hearts?

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He kissed the corner of my mouth and up the edge of my jaw. As his mouth made its way along my profile, his hand—the one that had pulled mine away—was slipping under the edge of my shirt to drag the fabric up my body. “You’ve seen me. Let me see you.”

“How?” I asked, breathless from his touch.

“With my hands.” Kiss. “My lips.” Kiss. “My tongue.”’

My breath hitched as his tongue traced the shape of my lips.

“Be my guest,” I said, arching my body into his, trying to touch as much of him as I could.

His mouth curved into a smile and his brown eyes focused on me with that strange gaze of his. I wondered what went through his mind when he looked at me. He couldn’t see me, yet he held me in that deep gaze like he could see everything. Like he knew me better than anyone else ever had.

Let me see you.

His request, as much as the rest of him, set my heart racing. I wasn’t sure anyone had truly seen me. My mom saw only what she wanted to see—a project to improve upon, or a sidekick in her search for the man of her dreams. Everyone else, my friends included, saw what I wanted them to see—a confident girl who knew how to have fun and who never let the world get to her.

I had no idea what Ben would see.

Let me see you.

I understood what he meant. Ben only knew me from my voice, the shape of my hands, and a few small touches and kisses. Now he was asking to see me in a completely different way. I wasn’t worried about him touching me, I was wholly confident in the way I looked. But something told me that if he touched me intimately, Ben would notice more than the swell of my breasts or the dip of my waist. His fingertips would discover the way to my heart and what made it beat. And as much as I told myself that’s exactly what I wanted—to fall in love—it wasn’t something I’d allowed myself to do before.

Ben’s mouth had finished its progress up to my ear and his voice dropped low when he asked again, “Can I see you?”

I nodded and realizing my action was invisible to him, I pushed the word “yes” through the apprehension that was thick in my throat.

He propped himself up on an elbow and placed his other hand on the side of my face. His touch was light, like the brush of feathers, as his fingers skimmed the ridge my cheekbone, across my lips, and along the arch of my eyebrows. When his thumb circled under my eyes, my lids dropped close and then he was caressing the tips of my eyelashes. His touch was gentle and made me feel delicate.

He was seeing me through touch. And that was so freaking hot.

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Laura Ward

USA Today bestselling author, Laura Ward, writes sweet and sexy stories that will hopefully make you look at the world in a different way. Her books include the Not Yet series: Not Yet, Until Now, Someday Soon, and Because of You. Her Contemporary Romance standalone is titled, Past Heaven. She is also the co-author of the College Bound series: The Pledge, The Color of Us, and The Sound of Your Heart. Laura lives in Maryland with her loud and very loving three children and husband. She married her college sweetheart and is endlessly grateful for the support he has given her through all their years together, and especially toward her dream of writing books. When not picking up toy trucks, driving to lacrosse practice, or checking spelling homework, Laura is writing or reading romance novels.

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Christine Manzari

The first thing Christine Manzari does when she's getting ready to read a book is to crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the pages of a well-worn book. She's addicted to buying books, reading books, and writing books. Books, books, books. She also has a weakness for adventure, inappropriate humor, and coke (the caffeinated bubbly kind). Christine is from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three kids, and her library of ugly spine books. Her first series is the Young Adult Dystopian series called The Sophisticates which includes: Deviation, Conviction, and Redemption. Her New Adult Romcom series, Hearts of Stone, includes: Hooked, Hitched, Hated. She is also the co-author of the College Bound Series: The Pledge, The Color of Us, and The Sound of Your Heart. 

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Title: Hitched

Series: Hearts of Stone #2

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Author: Christine Manzari

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: March 21, 2017

For aspiring journalist Harlow Ransom, life is just a well-oiled machine, and if she plans well, all things will go accordingly. And that is exactly why Harlow lives her life by perfectly polished to-do lists that she refuses to stray from—even when she's celebrating her 21st birthday in Sin City.

1. Visit the Boom Boom Blues Lounge

2. See the water show at the Bellagio

Things can't possibly go askew if she crosses things off her list one by one. But after a night of celebrating leads to waking up in bed with a sexy stranger and a ring on her finger, Harlow realizes that in no point in time did she ever have "Get Married" on her trusty to-do list. Yet that's exactly what she did. 

Professional snowboarder Trace Stone loves a good challenge—he's all about the win. And this time, he's going to find a way to win over the feisty, meticulous Harlow. The wedding may have been spontaneous and impulsive, but when he said "forever," he meant it. Now, the only thing he wants on Harlow's to-do list is him—from this day forward.

“This book has everything I need in a romance novel. Steamy hot scenes (hello!) and humor (Couch Cat! Buzz!) are some of what Manzari does best, but what always strikes me are the depth of her characters.” - Author Laura Ward

“I loved this book! The hero is amazing! He's charming, witty, sexy and made me laugh!” - justlovemybooks.com blog

“This book was an epic love story that starts out with both the reader and the characters having absolutely no clue that their lives are about to be flipped around and turned inside out.” - Nerd Girl Official

Dancing. Alcohol. Heat. Lips. Laughter. Flirtatious touches. 

Harlow naked in my bed.

I had no idea what time it was, but it was late. She said just one drink. She said there would be no bed in our future. She said she was immune to my charm. 

All lies. 

I’d lost count of how many times we’d fucked. All I knew was each time we reached the end, our lips and fingers greedily held on until it started all over again. I knew every inch of her. I’d had my mouth on each spot at least once. I wouldn’t be happy until I’d conquered every fucking inch of her.

I was sore and tired and spent, but in the best goddamn way.

The bed was still in one piece, and that was more surprising than the fact that Harlow was in it. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind if we fucked it into a pile of rubble if it meant that morning never came. I had a feeling when the sun rose, it would all end. She would fade away just like the dancing water at the fountain where I first saw her.

I growled at the thought and worked my fingers into her long curls, for some way to hold on.

Her body was slick underneath me as I pushed up onto my knees, sliding in and out of her. Her limbs were wrapped around mine, holding me close. I could smell the sweet scent of alcohol and sex as I dipped my head to taste her neck. I devoured the tender skin along her throat, my teeth and tongue making her breath catch. Her slim body bucked up against me, and my fingers dug in, trying to tame the wild roll of her hips before she pushed me over the edge too soon. I kissed across her jaw until my mouth found hers and when she kissed me back, it became punishing. She teased her lips against mine, accepting the wild plunge of my tongue, and then pulled away until I was begging for more. 

“Faster,” she demanded against my mouth. She dug her fingers into my skin and pulled me flush against her, pushing up into me recklessly. Soon my body was grinding and pounding against hers. Hard into soft. Over and over again. She was under me, but she was riding me, urging me with every tilt of her hips, daring me to go harder. Deeper. 

And I was so lost in the sensation. My touch was frantic trying to sear everything about her into my memory.

When I thrust into her, my knees dug into the mattress and the headboard knocked against the wall. She moaned into my mouth with every rock of our bodies and it just made me want to do it again. To hear her beg my name. To feel her grab onto me. To feel her come around me.

I pulled my lips away from hers so I could look down at her. Thick lashes lifted and all I could see was green—the deep emerald of shiny bottle glass, gazing back at me. Burning for me. Her hair was spread in copper tangles across the mattress, the pillows and blankets shoved to the floor hours ago by her wild hands. Her pale skin was flushed pink and shiny with sweat. The fingers of one hand were still fisted in the sheet beneath her, yanking so hard she was pulling it free from the corner of the bed. The other hand was pressed against my ass, both of her legs wrapped around mine to keep me close.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “It’s so good.”’

“I told you I’d make it good for you.”

Thrust. 

The thump of the headboard spurred me on.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she panted. “You’re a stranger. I’m never reckless. I’m always in control. I never break rules.”

“Rules are no fun unless they’re broken.”

Thrust. Thrust.

Her eyes closed. She made a sexy sound in the back of her throat as she ripped the sheet free from the edge of the bed. I ran my hand up her side, cupping her breast before leaning down to take her nipple in my mouth.

“Maybe I should marry you,” she moaned across the top of my head as her hand clutched my hair, holding me to her chest. “Then we could do this every night.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled around the smooth skin of her breast.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I let go of her hair and reached between us, stroking her. Making her body tremble. She clenched her teeth as if to hold her moans inside, like she could keep the pleasure all to herself. 

Fuck that. Those moans belonged to me. 

My fingers explored, sliding along the sweet spot where I sunk deep inside her. On the next stroke in, my finger followed, stretching her, filling her more.

Her eyes flew wide open. The wordless shape of her mouth and stuttered gasps were all I needed. She held my gaze as she arched up into me, chasing her release, racing me to the end. Again.

They say you can’t become an addict after just one hit.

They lie. 

One night. One girl. And I could feel it deep in my bones. I was addicted.

The first thing Christine does when she's getting ready to read a book is to crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the pages of a well-worn book. She's addicted to buying books, reading books, and writing books. She even turned her dining room into a library—reading is more important than eating. She also has a weakness for adventure and inappropriate humor. Christine is from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three kids, and her library of ugly spine books. 

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Title: Hitched

Series: Hearts of Stone #2

(can be read as standalone)

Author: Christine Manzari

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: March 21, 2017

For aspiring journalist Harlow Ransom, life is just a well-oiled machine, and if she plans well, all things will go accordingly. And that is exactly why Harlow lives her life by perfectly polished to-do lists that she refuses to stray from—even when she's celebrating her 21st birthday in Sin City.

1. Visit the Boom Boom Blues Lounge

2. See the water show at the Bellagio

Things can't possibly go askew if she crosses things off her list one by one. But after a night of celebrating leads to waking up in bed with a sexy stranger and a ring on her finger, Harlow realizes that in no point in time did she ever have "Get Married" on her trusty to-do list. Yet that's exactly what she did. 

Professional snowboarder Trace Stone loves a good challenge—he's all about the win. And this time, he's going to find a way to win over the feisty, meticulous Harlow. The wedding may have been spontaneous and impulsive, but when he said "forever," he meant it. Now, the only thing he wants on Harlow's to-do list is him—from this day forward.

I settled in next to the register, sliding my Kindle onto the counter so I could read. We’d just opened up, and it was only ten in the morning. Sweet tooth urges didn’t normally strike until lunch time. The mornings were always slow as a result, aside from the occasional coffee order.

“Are you open?”

Startled, I glanced up from my Kindle to find the object of my interruption. I was pretty sure my heart dropped clear down to my knees when I recognized the person standing on the other side of the counter. I could feel my mouth opening and closing like there were words coming out, but all that I heard was complete silence.

In front of me stood one of the most attractive guys I’d ever seen in my life. The guy I met in Vegas. A guy I never expected to see again. How was it possible that he was here, thousands of miles from where we met? It had been a month since I’d seen him, and to be honest, my memories of him hadn’t done reality justice. Maybe it was my alcohol addled recollections, but I didn’t remember him being so freaking gorgeous. His dark hair stuck up haphazardly and was dyed blue at the tips. His eyes were a golden color, freezing me in place like he had some sort of mind-melding super powers. Tan skin, a scar on his chin, and a half-smile completed the package. 

Trace. That was his name. 

I think.

And he was the last person I expected, or wanted, to be standing in front of me. It had been weeks, and I was finally starting to breathe easily and forget about the morning after my birthday. What is he doing here?

“Can I help you?” I finally managed to ask.

“That depends,” Trace answered. “But I’m hoping you can.”

“What do you need?”

“I need to talk to my wife.”

Holy fuck. Did my heart just explode? I was pretty sure it did. I gripped the edge of the counter as what was left of my heart hammered against my ribs. I never expected Trace to come looking for me, and I had no idea how to make him go away. I looked behind me quickly to make sure Betty wasn’t within hearing distance. 

“I think you have the wrong person,” I gritted out between my teeth.

The smile that creased his lips was nothing short of naughty. “You want to do this the hard way?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m looking for my wife, Harlow Ransom. That’s you.” He pointed at me.

I stood up a little straighter, as if that could somehow deflect his words. “That’s my name, but I’m not your wife.”

“I beg to differ,” he replied, putting his left hand on the counter where I could see a silver band shining reproachfully from his ring finger. “I have a piece of paper that says you are. And if that’s not enough for you, we can go ahead and do the whole Cinderella glass slipper thing just to be sure it’s the right fit.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. There had to be some way to make him go away. Forever.

Trace reached behind his back, sliding a messenger bag across his chest. He lifted the flap and reached inside. When he pulled out his hand, my missing bra was dangling from his fingertip. “Do you want to try it on to be sure? Because I’m fine with that, I don’t mind watching. I can guarantee you it’s a perfect fit, though. No matter how much I drank that night, my memory isn’t that bad.”

The first thing Christine does when she's getting ready to read a book is to crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the pages of a well-worn book. She's addicted to buying books, reading books, and writing books. She even turned her dining room into a library—reading is more important than eating. She also has a weakness for adventure and inappropriate humor. Christine is from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three kids, and her library of ugly spine books. 

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