Book Launch for Outside the Lines, a Sexy Contemporary Romance by Ally Bishop



What happens when everything you know has collapsed, and all you have left is broken pieces?

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About Outside the Lines

Don’t take up space.

Don’t talk too loud.

Don’t tell anyone.

I’ve always been the problem child. Blue—my name alone should have warned anyone with a half a mind that I’d be trouble. Who’s named for the broken crayon nobody wants?

Professor Rhys Kennison should have seen me coming a mile away, and I should have known better than to fall for someone so far out of my league. But his touch is like fire and his taste…like the finest chocolate. What woman could resist that combination?

We’re headed for disaster, though—after all, it’s what I know best. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop destroying anyone who gets too close. And Rhys doesn’t understand. How could he? When I don’t even understand myself?

Trigger warning: this story contains descriptions of sexual abuse that are required for the story
Heat rating: Entry-level BDSM (with consent) and super-steamy sexy times

Outside the Lines is the fourth book in the Without a Trace series, but may be read as a stand-alone story.

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Tracing the Line

Note from the author
Every author has one book that pulls at their inner spirit more than others. Often, more than one. While I fell in love with Zi and Kai in Tracing the Line, Blue Trace has a complexity I couldn’t resist writing. Her story holds a personal element that I’ve never experienced in any other book I’ve written (even the ones that will never see the light of day); she’s as much me as she’s nothing like me.

My goal in any story is to present a realistic character in extraordinary circumstances. To show real women living their lives and falling in love. To be honest about the scars and fears we all carry, so that we’ll know we’re lovable and worthy of love. This story does contain an emotional description of rape, but it’s not, in my professional opinion, gratuitous or dishonest. Blue’s character is defined by her struggles, and to honor those of us who’ve been through sexual assault, I wrote that scene with horror and anxiety clawing at my heart.

I hope you enjoy and find much to celebrate in Blue’s world. Several readers didn’t care for her in book three–and for good reason! Her redemption, though, is this book, and perhaps you’ll discover how incredible she truly is.

As you are, too. <3


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Ch. 3: The curve balls have Blue second-guessing everything, and she’s desperate to feel something—anything. The last time, she ran the show and drove Dr. Rhys Kennison out of his mind with lust. This time, though, Rhys has something else in mind…

Rhys sits at his desk, laptop open, focused on the screen. I knock lightly on his door as I step past the threshold. The scent of espresso beans assaults my nostrils, though I can’t spot a coffee cup anywhere.

When he glances up, shock and apprehension inform his expression, though his gaze can’t resist wandering. Hunger or fear? Unsure, the confusion makes me bolder.

“Bad time?” I ask, keeping my voice soft.

He leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving mine. With a heavy breath, he rakes his hair with agitated fingers. The stubborn strands return to their lax, messy style, which works on him, though I’m curious what he’d look like sans glasses and fuddy-duddy clothing.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He speaks slowly, as though attempting to convince me…or himself.

I nod, tipping the door closed and twisting the old lock. I stop at his desk, a barrier between us. “I could leave.” I can only imagine what he sees—a simple cotton dress, falling inches below my ass. I went braless—I usually wear one, if only to prevent “show-through.” And as I slip off the short leather jacket to ward off the October chill, my nipples press against the striped green blue material.

He fights to keep his gaze decent, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I’m sure this won’t last, but damn, the way he looks at me, fire burning beneath that abashed, reserved exterior? I could eat him for breakfast, lunch, and twice for dinner, as my mother used to say.

I round the desk, drawing a finger over the uncluttered wood. He regards me, his expression inscrutable. When I reach him, I lift myself onto the surface, crossing my legs.

“Your choice, Professor. I can stay, or I can leave.” My hair falls in loose waves over my shoulders, and my eyes are quite pretty, or so I’m told—light, mossy green, muddy at the centers with gold and a hint of turquoise. Since everybody likes to comment on them, I hope he finds them intriguing.

His armor cracks the tiniest fraction, as though he’s in a daze. He rolls forward a few inches, resting his hands on the desk beside me, careful not to make contact. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m not sure I believe you.” His dark eyes seek mine for something I know I don’t possess, though I can’t figure out what. His knuckles brush against my legs, easing beneath my dress.

Glimmers of desire brighten inside me. With slow movements, he stands, his palms skimming my thighs. He glances down as he reveals my naked mound. He inhales, sharp and surprised.

Whatever has always inspired me to push the envelope—force the issue, shove forward only to fall back—trickles away, and uncertainty fills my lungs. After a day Sidebar-skyscrapertoo long and painful to process, grief wails from deep within. Guilt sours my arousal—I’ve once again manipulated a situation because of my sorrow, my shortcomings, my failures as a person.

He cuts off my remorse, mouth hungry and off-center. His hands cup my jaw, thumbs encouraging my lips to open beneath his. Tongues tumbling together, our kiss struggles to find a rhythm. He pulls away, resetting the moment, and when his lips cover mine again, thoughts disintegrate in the scintillating heat. I whimper as his tongue possesses me, and he tugs at my neckline, baring my shoulder. The stretchy fabric slips lower as his lips follow south, and he suckles my nipple, teeth gentle then sharp.

I bite my lip to stay quiet. My fingers slide over his scalp as he tends to my other breast, clothing pooling around my waist.

“Lie back, Blue.”

As much a request as an order, I meet his gaze, the hunger stealing my breath. I couldn’t disobey if I wanted to…

Blue’s never run from a challenge, but she’s in way over her head. Every mystery has a secret, and Rhys is no exception…

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For once, I had no problem finding songs for a playlist. :) I listen to many different types of music, and every now and then, I hear something that strikes me as “that character’s theme.” Enjoy!


About Ally Bishop

When you do something effortlessly and people commend you continuously, you have found your gift.

That’s what I tell people all the time. And it’s

I get story. I always have. I started writing when I was 8 on a Smith Corona (the electronic kind — I’m not THAT old). I wrote stories in every spiral notebook I had. Eventually, I graduated to a Mac (yes, I’m one of THOSE people). I imagined new worlds, emotional conflicts, and HEAs while I waited at stoplights or wandered the grocery store. But here’s the thing: I didn’t just dream it up and write it down — I critiqued what I read. I knew when ideas were good, and when they stunk. I ran writing groups, judged creative contests, and eventually got two graduate degrees in writing. That’s right: I love it that much.

So here I am, years later, writing kickass heroines and devastating good guys, along with some mystery and vampires thrown in (I promise: THEY’RE COMING). And what’s really cool? I do what I love. Wanna write a success story for your life: I promise you, that’s it. Do what you love. And hopefully, you can make a living at it too. That’s the golden ticket, Charlie.

And chocolate doesn’t hurt, either…

The serious stuff:

I have an M.A. in creative writing, as well as an M.F.A. in creative writing with a focus in publishing. I produce two podcasts, host one, and am a freelance editor and publicist over at Upgrade Your Story. In my free time (what is that, exactly?), I read, workout, game, and converse. I’m a high introvert despite my extroverted behaviors, so you’ll find me behind my computer most days. I’m married to the wild and brilliant Billy Crash, have two dogs who are filing to change their species designation to “human,” and can often be found wandering Manhattan in search of the perfect writing spot.

You can find me at Twitter at @upgradestory & @allyabishop, Facebook, Pinterest, and my website.

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cover my kind of wonderfulUNEXPECTED AND UNDENIABLE . . .

Bailey Moore has an agenda: skiing in the Rockies, exploring castles in Europe, ballroom dancing in Argentina. Now that she has a second lease on life, she’s determined not to miss a thing. What she doesn’t realize is that item #1 comes with a six-foot-one ski god hot enough to melt a polar ice cap. She doesn’t want to miss out on him either, but Hudson Kincaid isn’t the type of guy to love and let go. And as gorgeous as Cedar Ridge is, she’s not planning to stick around.

As head of ski patrol at his family’s resort, Hud thinks he’s seen it all. But never has he run into someone like Bailey. She might look delicate, but her attitude is all firecracker. And her infectious joy touches something deep within him that he’s been missing far too long. Now he’ll just have to convince Bailey to take a chance on her biggest adventure yet . . . something rare and all kinds of wonderful.


I was given a copy of this book by Netgalley for an honest review.

Jill Shalvis keeps doing a wonderful job in writing great stories.  MY KIND OF WONDERFUL is a celebration of life, love and hope. Bailey has lived on death’s door since she was fifteen, and now she wants to do everything that she couldn’t do before. She has gotten her second clean bill of health by the doctor. So now she is going to Cedar Ridge to do a mural for the lodge. She first meets Hudson and he thinks she is going to jump. She tells him that she is not going to jump, but has only got lost. She has read the map for the slopes wrong. She only wants to live now that she has been a dead girl walking. This is such a great book and series that I recommend it to everyone. Hudson is a very hunky man and I want one for Christmas. I give MY KIND OF WONDERFUL 5/5 STARS.



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Linda Broday’s Forever His Texas Bride Spotlight

9781492602873Title: Forever His Texas Bride
Author: Linda Broday
Series: Bachelors of Battle Creek, #3
Pubdate: December 1st, 2015
ISBN: 9781492602873

“There’s this thing between us that refuses to die. I’d like nothing better than to be able to…” His words faded. He’d give anything to change people’s views about his race…to be able to make her his wife.
But the world wasn’t that simple. Not for people like them.

All his life, Brett Liberty has straddled two worlds: white and Iroquois. The only place he’s truly at peace is with his wild mustangs. But after he’s arrested for the color of his skin, he discovers Rayna Harper in the cell next to him. Rough and tumble Rayna has known little kindness, but Brett sees the depth of her heart hidden beneath layers of hurt and fear, and he refuses to leave without her.

Fierce and loyal, kind and strong, Rayna is everything Brett has ever wanted. But the world doesn’t look kindly on a love like theirs, and he would rather let her go than bring her pain. Yet when the demons of his past threaten her future, Brett realizes he will do anything to keep Rayna safe…and make her his.

At a young age, Linda Broday discovered a love for storytelling, history, and anything pertaining to the Old West. Cowboys fascinate her. There’s something about Stetsons, boots, and tall rugged cowboys that get her fired up! A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Linda has won many awards, including the prestigious National Readers’ Choice Award and the Texas Gold Award. She now resides in the panhandle of Texas on the Llano Estacado.

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Linda Broday’s latest is coming out this December! The final title in the Bachelor of Battle Creek trilogy, Forever His Texas Bride is sure to sweep readers off of their feet. To celebrate her new release, we’ve asked Linda to answer a “Quick Draw” either/or question and to share an excerpt with us!

Dresses or skirts? I like dresses because they make me feel a lot more feminine and you can dress them up or down, depending on the occasion. Add a pair of heels and you’ll turn men’s heads in nothing flat.

An Excerpt:

Rayna sat up, pushed back her cloud of russet hair, and got up from the bunk in Brett’s jail cell. It was then he saw that she wore a heavy pair of men’s brogans. What on earth! The shoes looked as though they might’ve come off a very poor dead man.
Her dirty dress had been mended so many times it looked like a patchwork quilt with none of the squares matching. But she seemed so spirited, so brave.
If society had ever allowed him to take a wife, he’d want someone like her. He hated to think he’d have spent all his life never knowing what it could be like to be happy like his brothers now were. While he waited to die, maybe they could pretend.
Maybe he could know what it was like to be loved.
Until they led him through those doors to a hangman, maybe he could have the bride prejudice had denied him. The bold notion made ripples dance under his skin.
Brett raised to a sitting position, ignoring the pain shooting through his back. “This may sound crazy, but I’m going to ask anyway. Rayna, do you think you could pretend to be my wife? Just until they take me away? No one will ever know but us, so they can’t hurt you.”
Turning, she dropped down beside him. Surprised tears bubbled in her eyes. “No one ever asked me to marry them before.”
“Is that a no?”
“I’d be honored to be your pretend wife,” she whispered, brushing his face with her fingers. “What do we do now?”
“Do you mind if I kiss you?”
“I’d like that…husband.”
Under her bright gaze, he lowered his head. But before their lips touched, the sound of a key grating in the lock made him jerk back. “Quick, go to your cell before they catch you with me.”
Rayna scurried into hers and quietly eased the door shut.
Just then a deputy sauntered in, taking care to keep his distance from Brett’s cell. “You alive, breed?”
Brett glared. “Disappointed?”
The deputy—a squat man who reminded Brett of a possum with little weasel eyes, grunted, shifting his gaze to Rayna. “Give any thought to my offer, woman?”
No one had to spell out what the deputy meant. Brett sought to tamp down his rising anger. He watched Rayna tilt her head at a defiant angle.
“The answer is the same as all the other times.”
The weasel shrugged and went back out. The minute the door locked shut, Rayna slowly walked into Brett’s cell and sat down beside him again. “I wish I could see the sky and smell the fresh air.”
“How long have you been in here?”
“Over a month, I think. With each sunrise I’ve been making a mark on the wall. The one today makes thirty-one. But no matter how much I want out, I’m not doing what that deputy wants,” she whispered. “I’ll never be a fine lady, but even I have my dignity. No one will ever take that.”
Though still hesitant, Brett took her small, dainty hand. Her skin shone white against his. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched someone who wasn’t family, but his pretend wife was different somehow. “Always stand on your principles. In the end, we still have to live with ourselves, look at our face in the mirror.”


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Title: Ask Me Something
Series: Something #2
Author: Aubrey Bondurant
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: November 27, 2015
How do you ask the question when you know the answer may change everything?Sasha Brooks has been focused on one thing her entire life: her career. Newly promoted as the vice president in a New York advertising company, she has beauty, brains, and one hell of a fierce reputation. But she also has a secret that she keeps carefully guarded.Brian Carpenter is finding out that managing his newest VP isn’t without its challenges, but when it comes to Sasha, he’d expect nothing less.

His easygoing personality and Southern charm are the yang to her yin and the calm to her storm.Over the last eight years of their friendship, their flirtations, innuendos, and chemistry have almost led to more, but Sasha has convinced herself they’re better off just friends.


Until the moment she thinks he’s with someone else.Is she too late to admit her feelings?

Gathering the courage to ask the question, Sasha discovers she isn’t the only one keeping secrets.You think you know someone….

Full Length Standalone book with no cliffhanger. Second book of the “Something Series”

Recommended for mature readers due to situations of language, and sexual content.


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His voice was doing funny things to me, so I gulped down more water. I couldn’t believe we were standing in my kitchen having this conversation. “Maybe I like to call the shots with the men I date.” Quite frankly, if they didn’t like it, then too bad, I almost added.“Yeah, and how has that worked out for you, Sasha?”

His smug look made me want to wipe it off. “I’m not into long-lasting relationships, therefore it’s worked out just fine,” I retorted.

He gave a low chuckle and moved, boxing me in against the countertop. With his forearms on either side of me, he leaned in. His voice was low and gravelly as he murmured against my ear, “I was talking about the sex, honey. How was the sex?”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to discuss my sexual history, let alone admit it lacking. Meanwhile, his nearness was wreaking havoc on my senses.

He pulled back and danced his fingers down my arm. “Actually, I could tell you how it’s been for you.”

I shivered at his nearness and sexy voice. “Do tell,” I challenged on a whisper.

He smirked, knowing exactly the effect he was having on me. “It was fine. And the word fine is a throwaway word. It’s what you respond with to the doorman when he asks how your evening was: “Fine, thanks.” It’s what you say to the client when they ask how your flight was: “fine.” But it shouldn’t be the way you describe your sex life. Hell, maybe the first time was okay and promising. The second time, maybe a little bit better, but by the fifth time, you realized that’s it. That was the main act with the encore. But it was fine, so you stick it out for a while. After all, it’s nice to have a reason to wear something new and lacy with someone to notice. Nice to get dinner with someone. But then you find yourself bored and staying late at work even when you don’t have to because, frankly, the alternative isn’t as appealing, and that’s not so fine.”

“Okay, enough.” I moved one of his arms and stepped out of reach to lean against the opposite counter. He’d touched a nerve, hitting too close to home on my sex life or at least the one that I could remember.

“I only tell you this because I’ve been there, and now it’s time for something better than fine.”
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Aubrey Bondurant loves to read, write and travel. When she isn’t working full time or spending time with her family, she puts her fingers to keyboard and crafts a story.

As a former member of the military, she’s passionate about veteran charities and giving back to the community.

Her writing style is a combination of chick lit and erotic romance or “smutty chick lit” as she calls it. The “Something Series” will consist of 5 books. The first one, Tell Me Something came out in June 2015. The second book, Ask Me Something will be out in November 2015.

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The space between us allowed room for my hands to skim over the sculpted dunes that ran across each shoulder and down onto his biceps. I loved the feel of those sexy undulations in his well-conditioned muscles, the valleys that gave rise to power and strength unlike anything I’d ever felt before. They rippled beneath my fingertips, growing harder the longer he hovered above me.

His chest was bare of any hair, waxed smooth to give his swimmer’s body an edge during competition. His dragon tattoo—Praetorius, Sean called it—seemed to writhe in the fitful candlelight, its scales flowing and teeth gnashing as the eyes blazed bright and intent upon me. But I had come to see this serpent for what it was, a symbol of Sean’s undying vow to protect. Whatever torment he had gone through in the last few years had strengthened this beast into an unimaginably fierce rival, and I almost felt sorry for whoever chose to take both it and Sean on.

With the power of his commitment animating this magnificently feral creature, my fingers longed to touch it, to explore, and even antagonize it, so it would rise over and envelop me in its large, menacing wings. The feel of it beneath my fingers sent flashes of electricity coursing through my body, sparking short, gasping breaths, and beckoning Sean to kiss me once more.

I felt so alive, so charged, and, by the way his body moved against me, I was sure that energy surged back into Sean, as well.



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I’m Eden MacLaird, and Fate screwed me good at the age of twenty-one, stole my first love, then my first child. Twenty years later, I still haven’t found my happily-ever-after. Sure, from the outside, I have it all, including Declan, my gorgeous, rich-as-sin husband. But things aren’t what they seem, and catching Declan in bed with my best friend destroys any dreams I harbor for love, much less sexual fulfillment.

Then in walks Sean Bennett…

Just months away from earning his post-graduate law degree, Sean’s smart, driven, and serious, but an unexpected encounter between us in a bar one night changes everything. His best friend, Trinitee, warns against getting too involved, but the heat between us is beyond intense, and neither of us are willing to walk away.

With my marriage in shambles, I’m eager to make a go of it with Sean, despite our sixteen-year age difference. But while I relish my sexual reawakening, I fear giving up the posh life I’ve grown accustomed to. That life, however, and everything in it, comes crashing down as bodies start piling up around us, and all clues point to me and Sean.

Secrets, betrayal, and revenge threaten to destroy not just my carefully-crafted reputation, but my very life. With our freedom at stake, Sean and I join forces to uncover those plotting against us. But as doubt and evidence mount, I must choose: give in to my suspicions and save myself, or trust our new-found love and save us both.

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Nancy S. Thompson Bio:

Nancy is a California transplant currently living in Seattle, Washington with her husband of 23 years, their son, a student at Seattle University, their giant snow dog, Jack, and his kitty, Skye. She works as a freelance editor for her publisher and writer friends and also has her own interior design business within the model home merchandising industry. When she’s not writing or editing, Nancy keeps herself busy by cooking and baking.




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