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About E.S. Carter
Her family joke that she was born with a book in her hand, and the urge to write stories soon followed.
At eleven, she won her school's literary prize. At ages fourteen to sixteen - her poetry phase after falling in love with Dylan Thomas and e.e. cummings - she had a few poems published, but life, love, and family overtook her dreams, and she was in her thirties when she began the scary journey of self-publishing.
Her debut and internationally best-selling series, 'Love by Numbers', are a set of interconnected stand-alone romances, all with varying themes of love. From second-chance to romantic comedy and M/M romance. These stories do not need to be read in order (apart from the opening duet Nineteen/Twenty One), in fact, she is often guilty of advising readers to start at the last book and work their way back through.
Contemporary romance is not the only genre she writes, her second series, 'The Red Order', is as dark and twisted as you can get, but there is beauty there too if you can open your eyes and look.
With many more stories bursting to be set free, she hopes you stay along for the ride.
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I feel him.
Before I even lay eyes on him, I sense him.
The air in the room seems charged, my awareness of him heightened, but he is a stranger to me.
Unfamiliar, yet familiar.
Unknown, yet known.
And something inside me says, "Hello, I've been waiting for you."
I see him.
I've seen him a hundred times before and I know this will not be the last, but each time I do, I feel it.
That invisible tether.
I remember everything.
I remember him.
His eyes lock with mine and then move away too quickly.
I am nothing more than a stranger, another face in the crowd.
While he is my favourite hello, and my hardest goodbye.
Je ne vois pas les morts.
Je vous vois, vous.
Je vois toutes vos incarnations.
Je vois l’histoire de votre âme.
Je peux voir votre aura trempée dans le sang de vos vies antérieures.
La plupart des gens sont intrinsèquement bons ou mauvais.
Certains flottent entre l’obscurité et la lumière.
Peu de gens peuvent changer le tissu de leur essence ; c’est un combat que la plupart sont trop faibles pour gagner.
Il était autrefois l’obscurité.
Un mal si pur que son âme est noire et pourtant je suis attirée par lui comme un papillon vers une flamme.
Quelques fois, j’ai l’impression de me noyer, les vagues de mes sentiments me volant l’air de mes poumons.
D’autres fois, je ne ressens rien du tout.
Je suis incertaine, ce qui est pire ; haletante pour trouver l’air ou mourir de cette soif.
Apprendriez-vous à respirer sous l’eau si vous rencontriez quelqu’un qui vaille la peine de se noyer ?
Extra lucide est une Dark romance.
Les lecteurs d' une disposition sensible doivent s ’ éloigner de ce livre.
Éloignez-vous, rien à voir ici.
Les lecteurs qui aiment danser sur le côté obscur, entrez et profitez de la balade.
I don't see dead people.
I see you.
I see every incarnation of you.
I see the history of your soul.
I can see your aura soaked in the blood of your previous lives.
Most people are inherently good or evil.
Some flit between darkness and light.
Few can change the fabric of their essence; it's a fight that most are too weak to win.
He was once darkness.
An evil so pure that his very soul is black and yet I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Some days, I feel like I am drowning, the waves of my feelings stealing the very air from my lungs.
Other days, I feel nothing at all.
I'm unsure which is worse; gasping for air or dying from this thirst.
Can you learn to breathe underwater when you find someone worth drowning for?
Feyness is a dark standalone.
Readers of a sensitive disposition may want to step away from the book.
Step away, nothing to see here.
Readers who like to dance on the dark side, come on in and enjoy the ride.
Faith is for the foolish.
Love is for the weak.
Hope is for those with dreams.
I am faithless.
I am not weak.
I am your every nightmare.
I want. I take.
You refuse. I take.
You beg. I smile.
You weep. I laugh.
Life is simple when you're faithless.
Until the man who rewrites the rules, and the girl who is determined to break every one of them set their sights on me.
They want. They take.
I beg. They smile.
*Book #3 of 'The Red Order' series. Can be read as a standalone, but to understand the full storyline consider beginning the journey with Feyness*
Faith is but a mask. Sin is what lies beneath.
One got left behind.
One went off to war.
He came back a man.
A broken, lonely, desperate man searching for the one thing to ease his pain.
Can Dylan forgive George for leaving him?
Can love snuff out the pain?
The Proof Is the Way It Hurts.
This is a standalone M/M novella.
Inside you can dive into Feyness, Parasight, and Faithless, and become absorbed in the addictive trilogy from the internationally bestselling author, E.S. Carter.
These are not stories about Fae or make-believe. These are stories about dark deeds and even darker men. Stories about strong heroines, and the evil that hides among us.
Readers of a sensitive disposition may want to step away from these books. Step away, nothing to see here.
Readers who like to dance on the dark side, come on in and enjoy the ride.
These stories are for adult audiences only and, as such, contain graphic violence and scenes of an explicit or sexual nature.
My limbs submerged in inky tar, my lungs asphyxiated by the stench of death's hold.
My eyes see nothing but black.
Yet I see him.
And I am not scared.
I should be.
Don't look into my eyes, for my demons will eat you alive.
My devil inside will feast on your soft flesh. His jagged teeth will tear the meat from your bones and drink the light from your soul.
His scars will turn the innocent into sinful and drag you into his dark pit of hell.
No light lives within this disfigured shell.
I am a vessel for pain.
Giving and receiving.
It feeds me.
It nourishes me.
It holds me close like the arms of a lover and whispers to me in the twilight.
They say the devil was once an angel.
There is no angel inside me.
I do not seek repentance nor forgiveness.
I do not crave things as weak as love.
My desire for her is purely selfish and once my appetite is sated she will be unlucky to leave with her life.
When she looks into my eyes, my demons will eat her alive.
*Book #2 of 'The Red Order' series. Can be read as a standalone, but to understand the full storyline consider beginning the journey with Feyness*
Why do people say that?
When someone you love is taken from you, when a part of you dies along with them, you haven't lost them like you would your car keys or mobile phone. They aren't stuck down the side of the sofa or left in the ignition of your car for you to find later. You haven't absentmindedly put them somewhere and forgotten. You will never lose them because they live in you.
The soul crushing hurt that burns your lungs with every breath you take comes from knowing where they are and not being with them.
The ugly and real definition of grief is being left behind.
I'm sorry they left you.
I'm sorry you are alone.
I'm sorry it hurts to breathe.
Loss; it doesn't even compare.
She was my first love.
She is my last love.
I am an empty husk who pretends to be filled with enough love for those of us she left behind.
Our little girl and newborn son need me.
I am both mother and father now.
I am hollow and empty.
I am a shell.
So why does the girl with the face of an angel and eyes that mirror my emptiness, look at me like I'm her everything?
*Book #6 in the 'Love by Numbers' series. Can be read as a standalone.*
Unlucky for some.
The woman I loved left me on the thirteenth.
Thirteen months of living together and she walked out the door without looking back, straight into another man's arms.
She was kind enough to leave something to remind me of her: thirteen thousand pounds worth of debt.
Thirteen; the day I lost my nuts.
Well, I didn't lose them, cancer took them from me. Better to be a man without balls than one without life.
Still, thirteen sucked... until it didn't.
Thirteen might just be my new lucky number.
*Thirteen is book #4 in the 'Love by Numbers' series. It is interconnected but can be read as a standalone.*
Fate also kept putting overwhelming obstacles in their way.
What fate didn’t realize is that Jake and Emma share a connection that is stronger than circumstance.
An intense bond that threatens everything they thought they knew about themselves, one that is only made stronger by a perfect day.
A perfect day where they both surrendered to the force of their feelings for one another.
A perfect day that ended in darkness and tragedy.
Jake is missing.
Emma is lost.
Lost in grief; lost in hopelessness.
Will fate finally grant them a chance to be together or will it tear them apart?
This is the second part in the “Love by Numbers” series and is a continuation of the story that began in “Nineteen”.
It is not to be read as a standalone.
*Suitable for readers 18+ due to scenes of a sexual nature*
Your life can change in the blink of an eye.
How you adapt to these changes is what defines you.
Jake Fox is an aspiring actor who has found little success.
He is also a typical, cliche, bad boy, who 'loves them and leaves them' without love ever coming into the equation.
Emma Campbell is finding her way in life, struggling with memories from her past, an apathetic mother and the choices ahead of her. Can she keep focused on the light when life keeps surrounding her in darkness?
Polar opposites, will love be the thread that binds them or will circumstances beyond their control, tear them apart?
*Suitable for readers Age 18+ due to some disturbing scenes and sexual content*
One perfect frame.
That's all it takes to capture an eternal moment; although most people let them pass by without acknowledgement.
I don't waste any.
Not a single one.
If I see something of beauty, I want to experience it, feel it and immortalise it.
If I see someone of beauty, I want to taste them, worship them and memorise them.
I don't have a type, if I like you, I like you.
I don't have a preference.
My bisexuality is a gift, not a defect.
It's the freedom to see beyond gender.
Life is filled with so many ones.
One chance to get things right.
One life to live as you choose.
One decision that gives you acceptance.
One person to fill the emptiness.
Nah, like I said, life is full of ones.
My camera lets me focus on the good times; I develop from life's negatives, and if things don't work out, I just take another shot.
Who needs just one?
Book #5 in the 'Love by Numbers' series.
Can be read as a standalone.