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Nikolai Alexei Young was born with a special gift\u2026one he\u2019d do anything to lose. The heart and soul of every person he comes into contact with is an open book to his heightened senses. Colorful emotions, whispers of thoughts, the sour tastes of old memories\u2026He feels them all. The sci-fi books would call him an empath. For Nikolai, his ability has made him an exile. He roams the U.S. alone, avoiding the glut of life in big cities, and using his innate talents to win money in underground poker games. Just enough to keep going, one town to the next. He has no hope that his life can be anything else, until he meets her\u2026<\/p>\n
At nineteen, Fiona Starling was trapped in an ugly, desperate situation until she freed herself the only way she knew how. Now\u00a0three years later, living outside Savannah, Georgia, she is rebuilding her life on her own terms; seizing every moment and saving every penny so that she might fulfill her dream of moving to the raw wilderness of Costa Rica. But behind her carefree smile beats the heart of a lonely young woman haunted by her past, until a chance encounter with a tattooed stranger changes everything\u2026<\/p>\n
Fiona takes Nikolai under her roof for three sultry nights, waiting out the rain of a summer storm. She grows more and more fascinated by this brooding stranger with whom she shares an intense physical connection\u2014a connection so strong, she wonders if there is something between them beyond lust and passion. Nikolai is shocked to discover that Fiona calms the raging turmoil in his heart. She alone silences the din of other people\u2019s lives, and envelops him in the sweet beauty of her inner self. Every moment he\u2019s with her\u2014every touch of her skin\u2014brings him closer to the peace that\u2019s been eluding him his entire life.<\/p>\n
But Fiona harbors secrets that she is too terrified to reveal. After Nikolai confesses his unique ability, she is caught between wanting to believe him and fearing he\u2019ll eventually unearth her own dark past. When the unthinkable happens, Fiona\u2019s plans come crashing down, and Nikolai discovers his hated ability might be the only thing that can save the woman he loves.<\/p>\n
Sugar & Gold is a STANDALONE new adult romance with shades of the paranormal. Intended for readers 18 and up.<\/p>\n
Find Sugar & Gold<\/em> on GOODREADS<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n 5 “pink and gold” stars<\/p>\n \u201cI want to walk in the sunshine with you.\u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n One word – LOVE! Love the story, love the characters, love the emotion, love the supernatural element!!\u00a0 I love it all. This gorgeously written story is raw, real, and beautifully poignant. It will fill your heart completely, show you true love, and make you believe in magic.<\/p>\n Nikolai is a wanderer with a unique ability to read people and situations by seeing and tasting the emotion people experience. He doesn\u2019t understand why he has this ability nor does he want it. He calls it the ken<\/i> and would do anything for peace and quiet. Fiona has a past that haunts her. She is hiding something and doesn\u2019t fully open up to anyone. All she wants freedom and happiness and feels her only chance is to leave her past behind to find something more.<\/p>\n When reading an Emma Scott book, you can\u2019t help but be moved by her words. Her rich imagination will take your breath away and leave you misty eyed with her spellbinding tales.\u00a0Fascinating from the start, you quickly find yourself immersed in this story. It captures your heart and doesn\u2019t let it go. And you won\u2019t want it to. You will want to live inside this story long after you\u2019ve turned the last page.<\/p>\n The storyline is unique and everything is intricately woven together. I love how we are given only tidbits of information as we desperately try to understand the ken<\/i> and figure out what will happen. Emma Scott eludes to things but the unknown remains and it keeps you guessing\u00a0until the end. Even the tiniest of detail has a place and significance in the story, and I was in awe as the pieces came together. This stunning story gives you everything yet still renders you speechless. It’s\u00a0painful, devastating, and heartbreaking but it’s full of acceptance, revelations, and love. So much love.<\/p>\n The characters were amazing! Beautifully broken, I couldn\u2019t help but fall for them as they fell for each other. Nik was fantastic and his compassionate, caring, and selfless nature was pure. \u00a0 He doesn’t abuse or misuse his ability and his innate goodness shines bright. I love that he didn’t even want the ken<\/i> to tell him about Fiona but rather he wanted her to open up to him first.\u00a0He believed in her and I loved seeing things through his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cThe colors around her glowed brighter and God, I loved her. I had never loved anything so much in my life as I loved Fiona the moment she stepped out of the shadows and into the sun. \u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n His mysterious abilities seem like a curse and you can\u2019t help but feel the pain, fear, frustration, and loneliness that comes with having a gift such as his. His emotions poured from the pages and I hurt for him as he desperately searched for his purpose.<\/p>\n Fiona was beautiful inside and out. Her strength to change her life was remarkable. She didn\u2019t give up even when her past plagues her daily. I knew Fiona deserved freedom and I wanted nothing more than for her to find it. I loved that she didn\u2019t shy away from her feelings and she was honest to herself about what she wanted and how she felt about Nik.<\/p>\n She laid her hand on my chest, over my heart. \u201cDon\u2019t hold back. What you are\u2026this,\u201d she pressed her hand harder. \u201cI want this. You. The power of you\u2026I want all of it.\u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n These characters touched my heart and I couldn\u2019t help but be fully invested in their lives. Together, they were perfect. I loved that they weren\u2019t judgmental and found comfort within the each other\u2019s arms. They wholly affect each other. The peace she brings to him is the very thing he desires most. He knows exactly what she needs and is willing to do anything thing for her even if it breaks his heart.<\/p>\n The fantastic dialogue and easy interactions made Nik and Fiona\u2019s relationship realistic. It progressed naturally and I felt the pull they had on each other.\u00a0Watching their feelings and trust grow was beautiful.\u00a0Their connection is fierce and palpable and I felt the raw desire between them. The sizzling chemistry lights up the page and the sexy time was simply beautiful and still full of intensity, need, and fire.\u00a0Their love is all-consuming and in being together, they truly found themselves. They could just be and it was beautiful.<\/p>\n We slept in perfect silence that was just us. Him and me. I was his shield, guarding his peace, and he was my foundation, unwavering beneath me. This story is full of feels and I enjoyed experiencing everything alongside the characters.\u00a0Memories rip Nik and Fiona from the present to the pain of their pasts and I felt it all. They have overbearing demons that weigh them down and I rejoiced to see them fight. To live. To love.<\/p>\n \u201cI love you just as you are.\u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n As Fiona and Nik recite these words, I can’t help but feel the same about this story. It was perfect in every way. Bravo, Emma Scott. Bravo.<\/p>\n Sugar & Gold<\/i> is phenomenal and I am still filled with wonder days after finishing it.<\/p>\n \u201cGold is the color of love\u2026The kind of love that\u2026transcends.\u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n *ARC generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n (These books are inter-connected but can standalone.)<\/p>\n How to Save a Life (#1) –\u00a0<\/strong>(Evan & Jo) Sugar & Gold (#2)<\/strong>\u00a0– (Nik & Fiona) <\/p>\n<\/div>\n She breathed a genuine laugh and held my gaze. Everything about her was pink; her drink, her hair, the bright halo of glimmering dust that surrounded her.<\/p>\n Kindness, compassion, charity. Those were the feelings I associated with pink.<\/p>\n I hadn\u2019t seen it this strong in anyone in a long time.<\/p>\n Fiona clinked her glass to my bottle. \u201cThanks for taking care of my over-eager dance partner, Nik. And for the drink.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n She sipped her Cosmo. \u201cNot much of a talker, are you?\u201d Her eyes were impossibly bright, her smile showing a broad mouth and full lips.<\/p>\n \u201cClub\u2019s not a great place for talk,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n \u201cTrue,\u201d she said, \u201cbut here we are.\u201d<\/p>\n Here we are\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n A short silence fell.<\/p>\n \u201cNik,\u201d Fiona mused. \u201cNik, Nik,\u201d she said again, in a light, sing-song manner. \u201cShort for Nicholas?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNikolai,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, I like that.\u201d Her colors warmed and sweetened, like an invitation, drawing me closer. \u201cAre you Russian? You don\u2019t have an accent.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy mother is.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo you speak it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d I said. \u201cI picked some up.\u201d<\/p>\n She scooted closer on her seat. \u201cSay something in Russian.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not picky. I can\u2019t speak a word so anything is going to sound good.\u201d<\/p>\n I thought for a second and then spoke aloud the only thought I had in my head.<\/p>\n \u201cTi samaya krasivaya devushka na svete.\u201d<\/p>\n Fiona\u2019s smile widened and the bright wisps of her happiness wrapped around me. I wanted to take in more of it. Which made no sense at all. With other women, their scents were so often cloying and unwanted like the air wasn\u2019t mine to breathe.<\/p>\n What the fuck is wrong with you? Get a grip.<\/em><\/p>\n I sucked down a long swig of beer. Fiona watched me, her eyebrows raised, then she laughed. \u201cUm, Nik? You realize you\u2019re supposed to tell me what you said, right?\u201d<\/p>\n I shrugged and my lips twitched. \u201cDon\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n Fiona laughed again. \u201cLiar.\u201d<\/p>\n We both took a sip from our drinks and let a little silence fall between us. A nice silence.<\/p>\n \u201cThat was lovely, your Russian,\u201d Fiona said eventually. \u201cWhatever you said, it sounded\u2026sexy.\u201d<\/p>\n My gaze swung to her eyes. \u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. \u201cYeah. I was going to say something harmless like \u2018unique\u2019 or \u2018exotic\u2019, but I\u2019d rather be honest with you, Nikolai. I don\u2019t like playing games.\u201d Her brow furrowed slightly. \u201cI don\u2019t like it at all.\u201d<\/p>\n I sensed a shadow starting to creep over her. Something old and full of pain. Driving it away suddenly became my only goddamn purpose in life.<\/p>\n \u201cI guess you\u2019re not going to like me much then,\u201d I said. \u201cI play games constantly. Every day.\u201d<\/p>\n A smile crept over her lips. \u201cIs that so?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSure,\u201d I said. \u201cOmaha, Texas Hold\u2019em, stud, draw, lowball, high-low split\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n She laughed, flaring pink again, and the shadow around her retreated. \u201cA joke and a smile too. I was beginning to wonder if you ever smiled.\u201d<\/p>\n I shrugged. \u201cIt happens.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd those games, they\u2019re all poker, right? You play poker every day?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot every day. Most days.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor a living?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I\u2019m a\u2026\u201d I coughed. \u201cI\u2019m a salesman. Motorcycle parts. I travel a lot for the job, and finding poker games in each city is sort of my hobby.\u201d<\/p>\n My standard lie, though I hated laying it on her. I knew plenty of grinders who lived off their poker winnings, but that was for the love of the game. I played because thanks to the ken it was easy to win, and I\u2019d never cared that it was cheating. It was the only way to put my strange ability to use that I knew of, and it allowed me to give a big fuck you to the universe for cursing me with it in the first place.<\/p>\n But lying to Fiona felt dirty. Even when haunted by bad memories she was luminous, while I was tatted and stained, as if the ink on my hands would bleed out and onto the white of her dress if I touched her.<\/p>\n She cocked her head at me, wearing a perplexed little smile. \u201cYou don\u2019t look like a salesman.\u201d Her eyes drifted over my tattooed arms and neck, to the talons piercing my ears. \u201cWhen I think of \u2018traveling salesman\u2019 I picture a middle-aged guy in a suit with a suitcase full of encyclopedias.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo suitcase,\u201d I said. \u201cCatalogues and order forms.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you travel a lot?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAlmost non-stop.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat sounds lonely.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou do something long enough, you get used to it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know what you mean,\u201d Fiona said, a tinge of darkness around her words\u2014that shadow started to creep back until she buried it. \u201cBut the poker makes it fun?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBreaks up the monotony of the road.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo you make a lot of money?\u201d she said, then laughed, beautiful in her self-consciousness. \u201cSorry, I\u2019m not asking for your bank balance, I just meant, are you any good at it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m really fucking good at it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n Her eyebrows shot up and she nudged my arm with a laugh. \u201cIf you don\u2019t say so yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe I feel like being honest with you too.\u201d I could feel where she touched me, a tingling heat that was slow to fade.<\/p>\n \u201cI like that.\u201d She swirled her cherry around in her drink by its stem. \u201cSo are you in town, selling motorcycle parts, for very long?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCouple of days.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI hope the storm doesn\u2019t put a damper on your business.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re lucky. At my job, we\u2019ve been given the next few days off.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou sound bummed about that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEvery penny counts.\u201d She met my eye. \u201cI\u2019m moving out of the country very soon and want to save up.\u201d<\/p>\n I took a sip of my beer. I\u2019d known Fiona for five minutes, but the idea of her moving any further away than her seat at the bar filled me with inexplicable dread.<\/p>\n What the fuck is wrong with you?<\/em><\/p>\n But it wasn\u2019t what was wrong with me, anymore. It was what was right. The girl exuded a calm that danced along my skin, and when I inhaled, it was like breathing in the scent of something delicious but far away. The thrumming life all around me grew quiet. For the first time, I felt close to peace, and I wanted more.<\/p>\n If I touched her\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNikolai?\u201d Her blush matched the color of her drink. She rested her chin in her hand. \u201cNot to sound cheesy but you\u2019re undressing me with your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n I felt heat creep along my neck and a bumbling apology rose to my mouth. Instead, I held her gaze, leaned closer to her. \u201cYou want to know what I said to you in Russian?\u201d<\/p>\n Her eyes were bright and I could feel her draw closer to me. \u201cYes. Tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI said that you\u2019re the most beautiful woman I\u2019ve ever seen.\u201d<\/p>\n The deep pink of her darkened to red. Not the ugly red of hate or anger, but the heated red of intense want. Hers matched mine. I wanted that strange sense of peace she exuded, but I wanted to touch her too. To take her hard and lose myself in her completely.<\/p>\n Fiona held my gaze. \u201cI don\u2019t think that\u2019s true, but the way you look at me\u2026I can almost believe it. Like how you watched me on the dance floor. I liked you watching me, Nikolai. It was as if I could feel your eyes on me before I found you.\u201d<\/p>\n You found me\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n The Escapist Book Blog is not responsible for this giveaway.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Twitter: @EmmaS_writes<\/strong> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sugar & Gold (Dreamcatcher, #2) by Emma Scott Now available! Amazon US\u00a0|\u00a0Amazon Universal Blurb Nikolai Alexei Young was born with a special gift\u2026one he\u2019d do anything to lose. 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Emma Scott writes romances with flawed characters, characters with artistic hearts: builders, poets, and writers of various makes and models. Emma loves to write book lovers; those who have found refuge, companionship, and escape in books, much as we all do in real life. She digs realism, honesty, authenticity in storytelling. She also loves to write about enduring love, soul-deep love, in as real a setting as possible, but with big smooshy HEAs. Emma believes in diversity, open-mindedness, and inclusion. She adores sweetness mixed with steam, love conquering all, and above all, hope. Love always wins.<\/p>\nWEBSITE<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0FACEBOOK<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0AMAZON<\/a>\u00a0| GOODREADS<\/a><\/strong><\/h4>\n
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