Catching Sin by J. Saman

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Title: Catching Sin

Author: J. Saman

Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Suspense

About Catching Sin:

Maddox must be willing to risk his life if he wants to save mine.   I was under the devil’s thumb with no end in sight. A play thing. A toy. A treasure easily forgotten. Until Maddox Sinclair stepped into my club and made me promises even my tattered heart couldn’t refuse. Sexy, arrogant, strong and brave, he fears no one and fights for everyone. I should know better than to trust him. Half the time we want to rip each other’s clothes off. The other half we’re at each other’s necks. But my devil isn’t easily thwarted. He started this game with a master plan–one that makes me his ultimate pawn. Deals have been made. Lives are at stake. And when he finally comes for me, there is no escape.

 

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No touching. No flirting. No taking her clothes off and dancing for me—though that’s still at the top of my fantasy chart. I wish I could say that now that she’s wearing professional clothing and is out of club makeup, she’s become ugly or unappealing. That now that we’re less adversarial and more professionally friendly, she’s become boring. She’s none of those things. It’s all just added layers I’m dying to peel back and explore. Then she decided to wear this fucking dress. I swear, she did it on purpose just to mess with me. This girl is a punch to the gut. A visceral reaction. Someone you feel and see. It’s what made me watch her that first night at the club. It’s what had me staring at her as I left and made me approach her in the supermarket. It’s what had me mindlessly letting her dance and grind against me when I knew better. Even now, with her as my employee and Conti silently lurking, hidden in the shadows, I can’t find it in me to regret it. Who are you, Isabel? Are you lost and in need of finding? Or are you the wolf, masquerading as a sheep? “We’re going to a meeting,” is my only reply as I type on my phone. Her eyes are trained straight ahead, as if she’s afraid to so much as glance out the window. She lets out a nervous giggle. She doesn’t laugh very often, at least not genuinely. This odd sound coming from her lips is no exception. “Oh. So you’re finally trusting me with those?” Not even a little, but I didn’t want her hanging around the office so douchey McMorgan could get his slimy, nepotistic, intern rich-boy hands on her. Morgan Fair Senior has been with Turner Hotels forever, long before Jake’s dad died and left him the company. He’s not a bad guy, all things considered. He really runs the operations for the company, even though my title is now COO. I hate that side of things, which is why I think Jake promoted me. Just to piss me off. I like technology. I like security. I like surveillance. And I most definitely like the dirtiness that comes with running all that for hotels and casinos. I think that’s why Morgan Fair Senior and I still get along as well as we do. But his kid can suck it. Especially if he’s trying to make babies with my assistant. “We’ll see how it goes,” I tell her, my eyes still locked on my phone. “Since we’re talking about it, did you dance for Morgan Fair Junior Dick when he came into the club?” Isabel shifts away from me, looking out the window, but I swear I catch a hint of a smirk before she does. “Would it bother you if I said yes?” Like a motherfucker. “Why would it bother me?” “Why did you ask?” Because I’m insanely jealous. Duh. I shrug indifferently as I finish up the email I’m not really paying attention to, then tuck my phone back in my pocket. “Just wondering if I’m going to have to kill him and ruin my relationship with his father, is all. It’s not good for business to have your interns see your employees naked.” “You saw me naked.” “Mostly naked,” I correct with a raised eyebrow. “And I’m not an intern. I’m the boss.” She makes some kind of snorting sound, crossing her legs at the knee and shifting once more in her seat. Every freaking time she does that, I’m assaulted with a blast of her scent. It’s sweet and floral and spicy and so goddamn good, my stupid dick perks up with every inhale. Not only that, the insanely short hem of her dress hikes up as if to say, yes, my legs are delicious. Would you like a bite of my inner thigh? “That’s worse, you realize.” “Probably.”  

 

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J. Saman loves all types of novels, but finds herself always going back to writing/reading romances. She's addicted to Diet Coke and sour candy, and swears way too much. She's an admitted lover of picking at old wounds, second chance romances, love triangles and the perfect amount of angst . She writes smart, strong women and sexy alpha (slightly nerdy) men who have a softer side.

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Title: Love Rewritten by J. Saman

Title: Love Rewritten

Author: J. Saman

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: June 12, 2017

Abby Scofield's love life has been all sorts of wrong. So when lacrosse star, Brandon Kessler, comes along with his all-American good looks, easy disposition and magnetic charm, things seem to be looking up. Even if they come from two totally different worlds. Xander Novak is the gorgeous, volatile and often times mean best friend of Abby's twin brother, Aubrey. Her relationship with him is strained at best. But when Xander moves in unexpectedly, things seem to shift between them. But in what direction? One night of deception, lies, and heartbreak are a common link the three share. When the truth about that night comes out, none of their lives will ever be the same. Will Abby be able to find the love she's been searching for or will everything in her world fall apart? Warning: Strong language and moderate sexual content.

This is a little love triangle of a book, yet it's not. Trust me when I say you will understand when you read this book. At first I wasn't too sure of which direction this book was going, and it threw me off a bit, but when my brain caught up, it was wonderful. This story centers around a host of characters all richly developed in a well thought out story.
Abby and Xander and two ships sailing in the night, and miss their chance of being together. Xander being around Abby all the time as he is best friends with her brother Aubrey, doesn't handle this well and is to put it mildly a jerk. Some of the things he says to Abby literally made my heart hurt for her. Abby is a wonderful mix of tough chick, and soft marshmellow. So perfect combination. Brandon Kessler is the star of the Lacrosse team, and seems to be a decent guy, but you know that isn't right, and trust me it's not. I am not going to go into detail...READ this book. It's told entirely in Abby's voice.

I find my way back into the bar and am immediately accosted by Aubrey, who is flanked by a seething Xander.  

“What the fuck, Abby? Tell me you tossed that piece of shit to the curb,” Aubrey fumes, grabbing my arm and looking me over like he’s expecting to see signs of abuse.

“Can we just go back in and stop this? I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s your birthday,” I say, looking at Xander.

“I need to talk to you,” he says with a tone I don’t exactly appreciate. It’s authoritative and a bit belligerent, and it rubs me the wrong way. Like all of this is my fault.  

“I don’t want to rehash it.”  

“Humor me. It’s my birthday.” He tosses his coat over my shoulders, before spinning me around and directing me back to the door.

“I’m going to stay inside because it’s cold out and I don’t really feel like listening to the two of you fight,” Aubrey says with his hands up, palms facing out as he slowly back away from us.

“Coward,” I mutter, and both he and Xander laugh, which should set me at ease, but it doesn’t.

I’m led back out into the frigid night and I wrap Xander’s big, heavy coat around my body. It’s warm, despite the fact that he hasn’t worn it since we got to the bar and it smells so good I want to bury my nose in the collar and inhale.  

I don’t.

That would be weird and embarrassing.  

Xander is a pacing a heavy-footed circle and I can’t stop the laugh that flies out of my mouth. “What? You’re laughing at me?” He’s smirking, so I know he’s not all that pissed.

“I am. Why are you storming around? Out with it, Xander. I’m freezing my boobs off.”

His eyes dip down to my covered chest before coming back up to my face. “Your boobs?”

“Amongst other things. What’s up?”

“Did you break up with him?”

“No.”

“No? Why the hell not? He pushed Brian down and then squeezed you. Are you waiting for him to hit you?”

I sigh. “You’re being overly dramatic. He didn’t mean to hurt me and . . . well, yeah, he meant to push Brian, but I think he feels bad about that. I don’t know. I’ll talk to him tomorrow once he’s sobered up.”

“Jesus, shit,” Xander snaps, walking up to me and grabbing me by the biceps. “I can’t handle this, Abby. I can’t. I wanted to fucking kill him when he had his hands on you like that. You have no idea the restraint it took.”

I stare at him with wide, unblinking eyes. I’ve never seen this sort of passion from Xander. Ever. I know some of his history. Why he spends all of his vacations and holidays with our family or Gavin’s. I know some, but definitely not all.  

“He’s not good for you,” he whispers, some of his anger dissipating the longer he stares into me.

        I swallow hard, feeling the heat of his eyes bearing down on me. I want to squirm. I want to look away or move or laugh or do something that will ebb the thick tension. But I can’t do anything other than look at him.

“He’s not.”

“It was one time. He didn’t even realize he was hurting me. He wouldn’t do that.” I don’t know why I’m saying this to him. I don’t know why I’m suddenly defending Brandon other than I don’t really know what else to say. All of the real things I want to say, the words that are exploding around my mind like a series of grenades going off, I’m not brave enough to utter.

“Is he what you want?”

Xander has asked me this before. Right after I told him that Brandon and I were official.

“As opposed to what?”  

Xander closes the small distance between us, hovering over me like a dark knight.

His hands are still firmly affixed to my upper arms as he dips his head closer to mine. Our breaths fog between us, mingling in the cool air. He doesn’t respond. He just stares at me with pleading eyes, begging for something he refuses to ask for.

“Abby,” he whispers softly, sweetly, like my name evokes something warm from within him. “I want—”

“Are you two coming back in?” Aubrey’s voice interrupts whatever Xander was about to say and right now, right this very second, I want to kill my brother. Was he about to say the words I’ve wanted to hear for years? Was he about to say that he wants me to end it with Brandon? Was he about to say he wants to go back inside the bar and never speak to me again?

I have no idea.

And judging by the way Xander jumps a foot back from me like Aubrey just zapped him with a thousand volts of electricity, I never will.  

“You want what?” I press.

“I want—”

“Are you coming?”

“Yes. We’re coming,” Xander snaps out before his eyes refocus on mine. “I want . . . to do a shot with you for my birthday.”

Goddammit, Xander!  

I can only sigh, and sag with defeat. We’ve played this game before. We’ve danced to this tune for most of our freshman year and it turned into him hating me for the last two. So I’m done trying to read between the lines that are so tightly pressed together, there’s no room for interpretation.

I can only take him at face value.

And while we may have a truce going, I have a sinking suspicion it won’t last much longer.

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Author J. Saman lives in New England with her husband and three daughters. When she's not writing romance and looking after her busy family, she works as a nurse practitioner. J. is a lover of picking at old wounds and second chance romances. She likes strong female leads and sexy alpha men with a sweet side. 

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Title: Love Rewritten by J. Saman

Title: Love Rewritten

Author: J. Saman

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: June 12, 2017

Abby Scofield's love life has been all sorts of wrong. So when lacrosse star, Brandon Kessler, comes along with his all-American good looks, easy disposition and magnetic charm, things seem to be looking up. Even if they come from two totally different worlds. Xander Novak is the gorgeous, volatile and often times mean best friend of Abby's twin brother, Aubrey. Her relationship with him is strained at best. But when Xander moves in unexpectedly, things seem to shift between them. But in what direction? One night of deception, lies, and heartbreak are a common link the three share. When the truth about that night comes out, none of their lives will ever be the same. Will Abby be able to find the love she's been searching for or will everything in her world fall apart? Warning: Strong language and moderate sexual content.

I find my way back into the bar and am immediately accosted by Aubrey, who is flanked by a seething Xander.  

“What the fuck, Abby? Tell me you tossed that piece of shit to the curb,” Aubrey fumes, grabbing my arm and looking me over like he’s expecting to see signs of abuse.

“Can we just go back in and stop this? I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s your birthday,” I say, looking at Xander.

“I need to talk to you,” he says with a tone I don’t exactly appreciate. It’s authoritative and a bit belligerent, and it rubs me the wrong way. Like all of this is my fault.  

“I don’t want to rehash it.”  

“Humor me. It’s my birthday.” He tosses his coat over my shoulders, before spinning me around and directing me back to the door.

“I’m going to stay inside because it’s cold out and I don’t really feel like listening to the two of you fight,” Aubrey says with his hands up, palms facing out as he slowly back away from us.

“Coward,” I mutter, and both he and Xander laugh, which should set me at ease, but it doesn’t.

I’m led back out into the frigid night and I wrap Xander’s big, heavy coat around my body. It’s warm, despite the fact that he hasn’t worn it since we got to the bar and it smells so good I want to bury my nose in the collar and inhale.  

I don’t.

That would be weird and embarrassing.  

Xander is a pacing a heavy-footed circle and I can’t stop the laugh that flies out of my mouth. “What? You’re laughing at me?” He’s smirking, so I know he’s not all that pissed.

“I am. Why are you storming around? Out with it, Xander. I’m freezing my boobs off.”

His eyes dip down to my covered chest before coming back up to my face. “Your boobs?”

“Amongst other things. What’s up?”

“Did you break up with him?”

“No.”

“No? Why the hell not? He pushed Brian down and then squeezed you. Are you waiting for him to hit you?”

I sigh. “You’re being overly dramatic. He didn’t mean to hurt me and . . . well, yeah, he meant to push Brian, but I think he feels bad about that. I don’t know. I’ll talk to him tomorrow once he’s sobered up.”

“Jesus, shit,” Xander snaps, walking up to me and grabbing me by the biceps. “I can’t handle this, Abby. I can’t. I wanted to fucking kill him when he had his hands on you like that. You have no idea the restraint it took.”

I stare at him with wide, unblinking eyes. I’ve never seen this sort of passion from Xander. Ever. I know some of his history. Why he spends all of his vacations and holidays with our family or Gavin’s. I know some, but definitely not all.  

“He’s not good for you,” he whispers, some of his anger dissipating the longer he stares into me.

        I swallow hard, feeling the heat of his eyes bearing down on me. I want to squirm. I want to look away or move or laugh or do something that will ebb the thick tension. But I can’t do anything other than look at him.

“He’s not.”

“It was one time. He didn’t even realize he was hurting me. He wouldn’t do that.” I don’t know why I’m saying this to him. I don’t know why I’m suddenly defending Brandon other than I don’t really know what else to say. All of the real things I want to say, the words that are exploding around my mind like a series of grenades going off, I’m not brave enough to utter.

“Is he what you want?”

Xander has asked me this before. Right after I told him that Brandon and I were official.

“As opposed to what?”  

Xander closes the small distance between us, hovering over me like a dark knight.

His hands are still firmly affixed to my upper arms as he dips his head closer to mine. Our breaths fog between us, mingling in the cool air. He doesn’t respond. He just stares at me with pleading eyes, begging for something he refuses to ask for.

“Abby,” he whispers softly, sweetly, like my name evokes something warm from within him. “I want—”

“Are you two coming back in?” Aubrey’s voice interrupts whatever Xander was about to say and right now, right this very second, I want to kill my brother. Was he about to say the words I’ve wanted to hear for years? Was he about to say that he wants me to end it with Brandon? Was he about to say he wants to go back inside the bar and never speak to me again?

I have no idea.

And judging by the way Xander jumps a foot back from me like Aubrey just zapped him with a thousand volts of electricity, I never will.  

“You want what?” I press.

“I want—”

“Are you coming?”

“Yes. We’re coming,” Xander snaps out before his eyes refocus on mine. “I want . . . to do a shot with you for my birthday.”

Goddammit, Xander!  

I can only sigh, and sag with defeat. We’ve played this game before. We’ve danced to this tune for most of our freshman year and it turned into him hating me for the last two. So I’m done trying to read between the lines that are so tightly pressed together, there’s no room for interpretation.

I can only take him at face value.

And while we may have a truce going, I have a sinking suspicion it won’t last much longer.

Author J. Saman lives in New England with her husband and three daughters. When she's not writing romance and looking after her busy family, she works as a nurse practitioner. J. is a lover of picking at old wounds and second chance romances. She likes strong female leads and sexy alpha men with a sweet side. 

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Genre: Contemporary Romance Stand Alone

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"Wonderfully written, thoroughly engaging and completely romantic, sometimes love rocks you when you least expect it!" ★★★★★ Tome Tender

"This is just a wonderful story. Ms Saman puts you in the story, she tells the story from both main characters point of view so you know what's going on in both characters minds and I really like that. The first chapter sparks your interest and she holds you tight right to the last page. She leaves you wanting more." ★★★★★ Debbie, Goodreads Reviewer 

"From the opening chapter, this book had me hooked. I thought it was hilarious and I seriously wanted to befriend some of these people. The twists and turns kept me guessing and the lead is amazing. Great read for any occasion." ★★★★★ G.M. Whit, Goodreads Reviewer

I like to play by the rules. But when I get coaxed into crashing a party, I run into the last man I ever thought I’d see again, my one and only one-night stand, Luke Walker. It's been ten years since we’ve seen each other, but our chemistry is just as palpable as it was that night so long ago. Only problem is, I’m leaving in one month for a pediatric fellowship across the country.

I like to keep everything close to my chest. But when I see Ivy Green again, the woman I was never able to get out of my mind, I want her. It doesn't matter that my dark past and dangerous present mean I can't keep her. That my secrets would destroy any shot at a real future. After all, she's leaving in a month. What's the worst that could happen?

I was half joking last night at the idea of no-strings sex. I know it’s not possible. 

She’s an all or nothing girl. I knew that the moment she spoke to me that first time, which is why I chose nothing all those years back. I had to. My life was too uncertain and I was not about to drag her into that with me. 

And now the game maybe different, but I’m still a key player in it. 

Yet, I’m so oddly drawn to this breathtaking creature that my thoughts are consumed by her. I’ve never wanted to be connected to another human the way I find myself wanting to be connected to her.

“I was hurt when I woke up and you were gone.” Her quiet words jolt me out of my thoughts and her admission stuns me into silence. “But I figured that’s what happens after a one-night stand and I should just get over it and remember it for what it was. So I dated other blokes and I went on to medical school and all was great—until Jason of course. I did think about you from time to time.” I squeeze her hand and she squeezes back. I can’t stop myself from smiling at her, but I don’t offer anything more because I can tell she’s not done. “I placed as a resident in the hospital here, followed by my fellowship, and that’s what I’ve been doing ever since.”

Ivy turns to look at me and that one simple expression says she gave everything we discussed last night a tremendous amount of thought. 

“I’ve worked unbelievably hard, Luke. Four years of medical school. Three years of residency, two of my regular fellowship and now a certificate fellowship that I’ve been dreaming about for these nine years—for most of my life. It’s my goal. The end game of my education that will lead me to the position I want. That’s how it works and I can’t let anything get in the way of that."

She pauses, sitting there holding my hand and watching me intently.

I angle my body to face hers, abandoning her hand in favor of her face, which I hold like it’s the most precious thing in the world. 

“I’d never mess with that. Never in a million years. I think you know that, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here with me now. I realize I’m screwed up. That I send mixed messages and do everything with you backwards. But I want to change that. I do. I tried to tell you last night. I just want to spend some time with you. That’s all. Nothing more.”

Ivy nods her head and I release her face, taking her hand again, but whether she understands me or not is something else entirely. 

“So, friends?”

“Yup. Friends.” 

We fall silent again, sitting out here in the freezing cold, watching our breath vaporize into the morning air.

“I’m sorry I left you that morning. It was a chicken-shit thing to do and even though I think we both know why I did it, it doesn’t excuse my actions.”

She shrugs a shoulder. “It is what it is and it’s fine. Thank you for the apology and it is accepted.”

“Awesome. Can we go inside now? I’m freezing my balls off.” 

“Wouldn’t want that, would we?” 

She moves to stand up, but before she can get very far, I jerk her back down. 

I lower my lips to hers because they’re right there and I’ve wanted to kiss her since I heard that melodic voice in the dark two days ago. 

Fuck friends. I’ve dreamt of this girl for a decade.

I kiss her lightly at first, rediscovering her flavor. The cinnamon and vanilla sweetness is still as intoxicating as it was the first time I pressed my lips to hers. Our soft languid kiss quickly morphs into something fueled by years of pent-up frustration. 

That and I’m desperate and terrified that she’s going to push me away any second, so I’m kissing her like it counts. Like I’m fighting the damn clock, because in a way, I am.

But she doesn’t push me away, so I take her lower lip into my mouth, sucking it just a little to get a deeper taste. My memory of her mouth has not done it justice. It’s infinitely better. Warm and soft, and so goddamn sweet. 

Parting her lips, my tongue sweeps against hers, a groan escaping from the back of my throat. Her mouth conforms to mine, allowing me to lead us. We’re at the precipice here. One small shove and we’ll be tumbling into an inescapable abyss. 

Amazing what one kiss can lead to.

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Author J. Saman lives in New England with her husband and three daughters. When she's not writing romance and looking after her busy family, she works as a nurse practitioner. J. is a lover of picking at old wounds and second chance romances. She likes strong female leads and sexy alpha men with a sweet side. 

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