Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Gorgeous Gyno by Karen Deen

Release Date: November 10, 2019

Cover Design: Opium House Creatives

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Model: Michael Scanlon

Synopsis

It started with an invitation.

A masquerade ball, the ultimate fantasy.

The concept was fascinating, and surprisingly simple.

Wear a mask and forget who you are.

So, I did just that…maybe a little too well.

Something about that night gave me a false sense of bravery.

I met the most beautiful man, masked and delicious.

Tempting as hell, and as naughty as they come.

His touch left me breathless.

Just one passion filled encounter and I’ll never see him again.

No harm done.

Until.

My new gynecologist walked into the exam room, I look up to see that same gorgeous face.

Those eyes.

But this time, he’s the doctor, and I’m the patient.

 

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You are like a beautiful, mysterious vision who keeps disappearing on me.” Oh, this man has all the words and knows just how to convey them. The tone and delivery have me quivering all over.

“Maybe I’m not real?” I try to gain the courage to get my flirt on.

Leaning forward, he whispers in my ear. “I know a real woman when I see one. Now let me show you what it’s like to be treated like a treasured woman.” That’s it. I want to skip the flirting and just say I want that too! Show me now!

After pulling back and leaving me in a bundle of goosebumps, he smiles this positive looking grin like he knows he has me. I want to say not so quick buddy. You need to work harder than that. Yet my body is saying, get a room now, woman!

“What makes you think I don’t already know what’s that like?” I try to appear super confident. I stand tall, slowly taking another sip of my martini like he doesn’t have every nerve in my body zinging around like they’ve drunk five caffeine drinks in under a minute.

“You might think you’ve been shown. I can guarantee it will be a schoolboy attempt in comparison to what I have to offer.” He leans against the glass wall with one leg crossed over the other, giving the cocky look of confidence in his bedroom skills. I want to challenge him and say, well, I’ve already had a guy who was eleven out of ten, but that would be a blatant lie.

His answer would be something along the lines of “well, why aren’t you with him?” or “I bet I can beat that score.” I’m not setting myself up for that.

“You seem to be a little certain in your skills, Grayson. Who’s to say I’m interested in being shown?” Shit, now I’ve done it.

The challenge has been thrown out there. What was I thinking?

To be honest, I wasn’t thinking, more hoping that he’ll take the obvious suggestive invitation.

I have just figuratively thrown my hands in the air.

I’m all dressed up, hiding behind a mask, with a guy who doesn’t even know my name. Why the hell don’t I just enjoy a night of pleasure. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.

I can assure you, beautiful lady, there is no need for confidence. My skills are next-level due to my secret knowledge.” He stands up straight, stepping closer, placing his hand on my bare shoulder and sliding it up my neck to cup my jaw. His thumb strokes my skin. “We both know that trail of goosebumps following my hand and the pink of your cheeks tell me you’re more than interested.” As he leans closer with his lips, I shiver waiting for his lips to make contact. But instead he just whispers, “Let me get a room so we can explore this more. Let me make good on my promises.” He gives me the softest, lightest kiss on the lips. So slight I’m not even sure it happened.

The heat in my body is rising, and Grayson has its complete attention. I can’t talk, and I’m not sure I even need to at this stage. I just eventually nod my head and his smile of victory tells me he got the message.

“No sleepover,” I quickly say as he pulls slowly back to look me in the eyes.

“You’re in control here. You make the rules, I bring the pleasure.”

Oh fuck! My breath hitches a little. Every thought I had in my head about being nervous just disappeared. The mask on my face is giving me a false sense of bravery.

If I get to make the rules, then let it be a night of fantasy.

“No sleepovers and masks stay on. Think you can accept that?” I whisper, nervous about negotiating a night of sex with a complete stranger who I only know by his first name. Yet the excitement is electrifying and of course a little naughty. I’ve never been one to let my guard down and be spontaneous. My whole life is planned down to the minute detail. That’s why we’re successful in business, because we’re good at it. I just forget not to carry it through to my personal life at times too.

“A little bit of playful hiding under that mask, is there? Now that I can’t wait to explore.” He takes the drink from my hand and places both our glasses on a table close by. “Ready to leave?” For the last time, I debate the thought and the ayes have it on the vote.

“Yes, I’m ready to see what all this talk is about. Nothing like talking yourself up.” With that, Grayson places his arm around my waist and laughs out loud as he turns me to walk towards the exit.

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Karen Deen has been a lover of romance novels and happily-ever-after stories for as long as she can remember. Reaching a point in her life ready to explore her own dreams, Karen decided now was the time to finally write some of her own stories. For years, all of her characters have been forming story lines in her head, just waiting for the right time to bust free.

Sitting up in the early hours of the morning with her cups of tea, chocolate and music she gets lost in a world of sexy, alpha men who are challenged by some funny, sassy and strong-willed women. Bringing you unexpected laughs, suspense and a little bit of naughty.

Karen is married to her loving husband and high school sweetheart. Together, they live the crazy life of parents to three children. She is balancing her life between a career as an accountant by day and writer of romance novels by night. Living in a beautiful coastal town two hours south of Sydney, Australia, Karen loves to enjoy time with her family and friends in her beautiful surroundings. Of course, when she is not shut in her writing cave bringing you more words to devour.

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Hat Trick by Eden Finley

Release Date: November 7, 2019

Genre: M/M Sports Romance

Cover Design: Kellie Dennis / Book Cover by Design

Model: Preston T.

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Synopsis

Soren: You know what’s not fun? Going on a Fiji vacation with four other couples. Especially when recently single. What’s even worse is when a past hook-up arrives unannounced. Not only do we have a history, but he’s ten years younger and a famous rock star. Most importantly, he’s my friend’s little brother. Being trapped on an island with Jet Jackson is going to be sweet torture because all I want is another chance. I just don’t think he’s going to give it to me. Jet: You know what’s not fun? Escaping one guy who broke my heart only to run into another. Being on the road for three years has left me exhausted. The last thing I want is for Caleb ‘Soren’ Sorensen to try for round two. I can’t fight my draw to him. I’ve never been able to. I’m suddenly back to being the naïve kid who stupidly lusted after a hockey player. All I can think is if I let Soren get close, I’ll walk away from this vacation with a double broken heart.

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Jet stares down at his hands as he plays the guitar effortlessly. When he starts singing, it’s soft and he still doesn’t raise his head.

It takes a couple of lines to realize it’s a slower version of that pop song “Someone Else’s Perfect” by Eleven.

The song completely transforms coming out of Jet’s mouth. It’s no longer a teenybopper love song, but one of heartbreak and angst. I guess I’ve never listened to the lyrics before.

Under your spell,

Living in hell,

You say I’m perfect,

Too good to be someone’s reject,

But that’s what you did when you walked away,

You left me to find myself

Something niggles at me. Whether it’s the way he’s singing it or that we both relate to it, I don’t know. It’s like he’s singing it to me. About me.

Then he finally raises his head and holds my gaze just as he sings a telling line.

You said I was perfect …

Perfect for someone else.

Holy. Shit.

That phrase is in the song repeatedly, and every time he sings it, more pain comes through in his voice. It gets to the point where I’m sure this isn’t an Eleven song. It can’t be. While Jet has the ability to turn any song into his own, this is different. It not only comes across as genuine, but the heartache and rejection make me feel guilty—as if I did something wrong.

He finishes the song and leaves the stage before people can beg him for another encore.

Only, he doesn’t come back to our table. He beelines it outside, leaving the rest of us staring at each other wondering what happened.

I’m the only one who knows for sure.

Matt stands to go after him, but I push him back down.

“I’ll go.”

I follow where he went but reach outside and have no idea which way he’s gone. Following the path down to the wharf, I check to see if he’s sitting on the dock, but it’s empty. It’s on my way back that I see movement against the side of the main building.

Jet paces back and forth, running a hand through his hair and muttering words I can’t make out, but as I get closer, I hear “Get it together, Jay. Hold it to-fucking-gether.”

I step through the row of palm trees lining the path. “Jet.”

He freezes. “Of course, it’s you.” He goes back to pacing.

“That song …”

Jet stares but doesn’t stop moving.

“You wrote it.”

This makes him pause again. “I … I—”

“About me.”

He composes himself. “Conceited much? You think you get more than one song?”

“I knew ‘Hat Trick Heartbreak’ was about me and not Ollie and Lennon.” I take a step forward. “But tell me I’m wrong about this one.”

Jet’s mouth opens and then closes.

I step closer again. “Jet.”

“Why do you keep saying my name like that?”

“To remind you that I know the real you. Not Jay. I still know you as the aspiring musician reveling over his first fan.”

“The naïve kid, you mean.” Bitterness doesn’t suit the bubbly guy I know. Or … knew, I guess.

I keep moving closer. He steps back. We keep going until his back is against the wall and my hand is above his head, boxing him in.

“I’ve never seen you as a kid. Never.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’ve tried to get myself to think of you that way, and when you’re not in my presence, it’s easy to write you off as Matt Jackson’s little brother. But I can’t when we’re in the same room sharing the same air. I can’t when you’re two feet in front of me, and all I want to do is reach for you. Touch you. Kiss you.”

“Then what was all the overprotective shit you pulled that night in Tampa?”

“That wasn’t me trying to protect you. That was me wanting to claim you.”

Jet breathes hard. “Oh, holy mother of gay Jesus.”

“I had no right to act or feel that way about you back then.”

Our eyes lock on each other, and for a moment in time, we’re both frozen.

“I’m sorry I wrote two emo songs about you,” Jet says quietly.

I laugh. “So, I am right.”

“You’re the only one who’s ever picked up on that. Everyone thinks Eleven wrote that song.”

“Maybe because I experienced it with you …”

Jet shakes his head. “No, it’s you. You understand me more than anyone ever has. More than any groupie who’s tried to explain my songs to me. You came out because you knew ‘He’s Mine’ wasn’t just a stupid love song.” He reaches for me, his fingertips trailing down my cheek. “It’s you.”

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Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff. She doesn’t take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and she does her best to turn them into romances with heart. With a short attention span that rivals her son’s, she writes multiple different pairings: MM, MMF, and MF. She’s also an Australian girl and apologises for her Australianisms that sometimes don’t make sense to anyone else.

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Becoming Us by Rebecca Raine

Release Date: October 23, 2019

Genre: MMF Contemporary Standalone

Cover Design: Syneca Featherstone @ OriginalSyn

 

Synopsis

She’s the woman I’ve always loved. He’s the man I’ve never stopped wanting. Who says I can’t have everything?


Lawrence

Falling in love with Gabi at eighteen was easy. Falling for Connor at the same time? That’s where things got complicated. When I discovered their latent feelings for each other, it seemed like all the pieces of us were falling into place. Until the night I offered Connor a taste of Gabi’s kiss – from my lips – and everything fell apart.

Six years have passed, but I’m still the same selfish bastard who wants more than his fair share of love. If I ever get a second chance, I’ll do anything to make them mine.


Gabi

The night I found my boyfriend cheating on me with my oldest crush, my heart broke. I managed to rebuild my friendship with Connor, even after he left town. But Lawrence is nothing more to me than my brother’s best friend – and the best man at his upcoming wedding.

Connor’s recent return has rekindled the attraction that’s always lingered beneath the surface of our friendship. A romantic weekend of wedding celebrations seems like the perfect opportunity to explore the possibilities between us. If Lawrence is forced to watch from the sidelines, so be it.


Connor

As a male super-model, I’ve been voted World’s Sexiest Man – twice. But Gabi has only ever treated me as a friend. When she asks me to be her date for the wedding, I know this is my chance to win her heart – even if I have to do it under Lawrence’s watchful gaze.

But Lawrence has never been good at keeping his distance, and the kiss we shared all those years ago started something that has yet to be resolved. How do I keep him from coming between me and Gabi, when that’s exactly where I want him?

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“Law?” My smile widened as I turned to see Connor standing inside the room, the door mostly closed behind him. “How’s it going?” he asked, arms crossed, hands tucked high.

“I want to ask you something,” I said, motioning for him to come closer. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

He tensed as he padded across the carpet to join me. “What do you want to know?”

How did I even broach the subject? “I wondered if, maybe…” I hesitated, my entire body a bundle of raw nerves. “Are you bisexual?”

Connor sucked in a breath as he backed up.

“You don’t have to be scared.” I held my hands up in front of me. “I think maybe…” I paused, my heart in my throat. My next words had the potential to ruin everything or grant me all my deepest and most hidden desires. “I think if you are, that makes two of us. Are you?”

“He continued to watch me, wary and reluctant. “Maybe.”

The trembling of my limbs was reflected in his as we stood there, bracing ourselves for fight or flight. Only fighting was the last thing I wanted, and I was too far gone to run from this now.

“You’re in love with Gabi.” I didn’t bother to phrase it as a question. I already knew the answer. Perhaps it would have been better if I didn’t sound quite so excited about it though.

“We’re friends,” Connor insisted.

“But you wish you were more, don’t you?”

His eyes flared, as if he saw my words as a threat. He had no idea of the thoughts running rampant through my brain, egging me on, daring me to try.

“What if I do?” Straightening, he lifted his chin. “Are you going to beat me up now, too? Tell me to stay away from your girl?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not going to do that.”

After a brief moment of confusion, he seemed to deflate before me. “Of course not, what would be the point?” he murmured. “I’m literally the boy next door. She doesn’t think of me that way.”

“She could.” She had, but that wasn’t my secret to share. “Sometimes, what starts as friendship grows, becomes more. Sometimes it takes you by surprise, because you never expected to have those feelings.” I took a chance, stepped closer to him. “Do you know what I mean, Connor?”

He turned his head to the side, refusing to look at me. “Why are you saying this? She’s your girlfriend.”

“Because I get it. How someone could fall for you, without meaning to.”

Jaw clenched tight, he swallowed before speaking again. “I don’t understand.”

“I think you do.” I was so close now, he had to feel my breath on his cheek. Still, he didn’t move away. “You want to know, don’t you? What her kiss tastes like.” His gaze snapped to mine, but otherwise he remained frozen. “Tell me you want it.”

The tip of his tongue appeared, swiping across his lips in an unconscious sign of arousal. “I-I want it.”

“I’ll give it to you.” His eyes closed for a second and his breathing picked up. Parting my lips, I tilted my head to one side. I was going too far, too fast. I knew it, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “Drink her kiss from my lips, Connor.” The urgency of my whisper rushed between us. “I want to share it with you.”

 

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Rebecca is a long-time lover of all things romance. Whether it’s a book, movie, or real-life, she will always have more fun if there’s a love interest thrown into the mix. She lives in Queensland, Australia with her very own hero husband, two adorable children and one big, black dog. Other than reading and writing books, her favourite things include loud music, enjoying a glass of wine on the patio, organising everything in existence, and spending too much time on the Internet.

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Teaser & Excerpt Reveal: The Arrival of You by B. Cranford

The Arrival of You (Mile High #2)

Release Date: October 16, 2019

Synopsis

How long does it take to fall in love?

Bianca Evers learned the hard way—after thirteen years with her ex-husband—that not even half a lifetime of love is enough to save her from heartbreak. So the idea of falling for someone in less than fifteen hours? Impossible.

Lucas Hawke is under no illusion that the beautiful American he fell for on their flight to Australia feels the same. She might want him—but just like the women in his past, she’s only thinking of right now.

But sometimes fate intervenes.
And sometimes someone arrives in your life who is meant to stay.
Forever.

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My back landed on the bed, my legs still locked around Lucas’ waist. It meant that he landed on top of me, and rather than feeling the weight of him, I felt only the press of his cock from behind the sweatpants he’d pulled on after our earlier shower.

“Lose the pants,” I panted, pulling back from the kiss that had seen us from the kitchen table back to the bedroom.

“In a second,” he muttered in reply, kissing me again, the faint taste of me still lingering on his lips. “First, gotta finish what I started.”

He gripped my calves, using his hold to unhook my legs from around him, and slid down the bed until his face was at my center once again. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” He looked up at me, sincerity in his eyes, and I couldn’t have stopped from smiling at him if I’d wanted to.

“Thank you,” I whispered, wanting him to know that I heard his words, I felt them, I appreciated them. But I also wanted him to know I was done with waiting. “Make me come, Luc. Please.”

“Begging, baby? You don’t need to do that.” He turned his attention back to my pussy, his hand coming up to press against my one thigh, widening my legs for him. “Such a pretty pussy. I knew it would be. Didn’t I say it would be?”

I moaned, thinking about the dirty words he’d whispered in that bathroom, how he’d promised me he’d look his fill before he put his mouth on me. Laid out like I was, I could feel the burn of his eyes on my most intimate place and it felt so good. So good. I’d never really been one to like being watched during sex. With Mason, as good as it had been, especially early in our relationship, it had lacked the intensity I felt just from Lucas’ gaze on me.

Don’t think about him now, I angrily instructed my wayward mind, hating that my ex had suddenly, somehow intruded on this moment. “Lucas.” I said his name to remind myself where I was, where I wanted to be—in this bed with a man I might not know well but felt connected to by a hundred tiny and inexplicable threads.

This is crazy came the reply from the sensible part of my brain. It was the part that had been controlling my thoughts and actions for a long-damn-time, and the part that I wanted to use this trip to Australia to cast back.

I didn’t want to always be sensible. To be the girl that used logic to hide away from truths that were too difficult to confront.

I wanted to be this girl who was spread out on the plain black comforter of Lucas Hawke’s bed, telling him to “lose the pants.”

“Come back to me, pretty girl.” His voice intruded on my runaway thoughts—thank god—and the minute my eyes locked back on him, his tongue swept across my swollen clit. His hands were splayed on my thighs, his thumbs spreading me open, and as he licked at me, I rolled my hips wanting more.

Needing more.

He turned his head quickly, and before I even had the chance to moan my disapproval, I felt the bite of his teeth on my thigh. My little “Oh” got louder when he whipped his head to the opposite side and did the same, except harder, longer.

I laughed, remembering his words on the plane. “I’m obsessed with the idea of sinking my teeth into you.”

“Laughing at me?” he asked, looking up at me, his breath brushing across my exposed clit, and making me shiver. “That might get you punished.”

I shook my head, and pouted, hoping I looked as sexy as I felt with his big body between my legs. “Not laughing at you.” I waited a beat, pondering his threat, then asked, “What’s my punishment?”

Instead of answering me with words, he answered me with his actions, using his tongue on me to bring me to edge time and time again. His fingers, when he brought his hand up to thrust two inside me, pressed repeatedly and deliciously on that spot which made my legs shake involuntarily. He moved my body, spreading my legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and, finally, gripping my waist after withdrawing his hand and mouth from between my legs, to flip me over until I was on all fours in front of him.

“This arse. Fuck.” His hand came down in a swift slap that jolted me forward and made me cry out. “Too hard?” His voice softened with the question, caring infused in his tone that told me he wasn’t as out of control as he seemed.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting it,” I assured him, turning my head so I could look at him over my shoulder and give him a smile that promised I wanted everything he was giving me.

He stopped, holding stock still on his knees on the bed behind me. His hand came up to my ass cheek and stroked it gently, the soft touch a stark, arousing contrast to the smack he’d just given me. Then, he moved around my body, falling down to lay stretched out beside me, and whispered, “I wasn’t expecting you.”

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B. Cranford is a proud Australian living in the USA, a lover of books, breadsticks and bed, and the mother of two children who are far too similar to their father for her liking. A lifelong reader, she dove into the romance genre on the recommendation of her best friend and hasn’t looked back since. After three years as a blogger, she decided it was high time she finally finished one of the 12,002 books she’d started writing, and the end result was her debut novel, The Brightest Star.

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Surprise and 2nd Reveal: Aces High by M. Never

Release Date: September 25, 2019

Cover Design: Sara Eirew

Models: Lucas Bloms & Jacqui Pogue

 

Synopsis

 

I have two weeks left to live.

Two weeks to come up with one hundred thousand dollars.

Two weeks to convince the woman I love she loves me too.

When The Bowman passed away — my dead father’s best friend and bookie — the payoff arrangement he made with my loan shark died with him.

Now, I have two weeks to cough up the money or else.

The only silver lining? The Bowman’s death brought Liv, his daughter, back into my life.

Ten years ago, all she wanted was my love. What she got was a broken heart instead. But time apart and grief do strange things to people, bringing them together in unexpected ways. Like drunk and horny and naked in your bed.

Now I’m in a race against time, fighting for the woman I want back, all while trying to figure out exactly how to stay alive.

Life, I tell ya. It can sure deal one hell of a mutherfkn’ hand.

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Liv The sunlight is trying to disintegrate me.

At least that’s how it feels.

My eyes are too sensitive to the light, and the brightness is enhancing the throb in my head.

I’m dying. It’s official.

When I shift on the mattress, I realize I have no idea where I am, but I do recognize the man next to me.

Fucking shit.

As I gaze at his blurry face, it all comes rushing back to me. The funeral, the alcohol, the drugs, the sex. Oh god, all the sex.

My stomach turns, and I’m not sure from what exactly — my whorish ways last night or the tequila churning in my intestines.

This is a fucking nightmare. Where in the hell is my head? All my good sense? I know. It flew right out the window after my father’s death. I’m a fucking mess. And he knew it. I stare at Damon sleeping soundlessly next to me, dead to the world. His dark hair is sticking up all over the place, his strong jaw is fixed, but the softness of his feathery eyelashes offsets the ruggedness of his beautiful face. If Damon has always been one thing, it’s beautiful, in a high-end model, drop-dead gorgeous type of way. The intimidatingly attractive type of way. And nothing has changed. He’s just gotten better with age, and when I saw him yesterday, all hell broke loose inside me, a clashing of conflict in my chest. So many warring emotions battled to take control.

I’m heartbroken.

My father’s gone.

My best friend.

My biggest cheerleader.

My biggest pain in the ass.

I was messed up from the moment our eyes met.

And now here I am waking up next to the man I have tried to forget over the last ten years. Who’s sleeping peacefully, naked, with his limbs wrapped around me. Keeping me warm, and god, how do I even admit this, making me feel safe. We were friends once. And for a split second in time, almost more.

The thought of that memory is painful. Still fresh, even though it happened a lifetime ago.

Every moment I’m conscious and sober is painful.

Of everything I have endured in my life, losing my father has been the worst of the worst. The most fucking devastating. For as long as I can remember, I felt like I didn’t belong. Felt like I was an outsider everywhere except with him. He accepted me. He loved me. He supported me.

And now all of that is gone.

My eyes begin to water as the sobering truth of the last three days sets back in. I’m spiraling back into that dark place that’s empty and numb. That’s isolating.

It’s a hole I can’t climb out of, and spending the night with Damon only dug it deeper.

I have to get out of here. I have to escape. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, I realize I need to go. It’s eight thirty, and I have a meeting with my sisters and my father’s lawyer at nine.

“Shit.” I shimmy out of Damon’s death grip, careful not to wake him. That’s the last thing I need. A morning after confrontation. I just want to get the hell out of here and hope he forgets I even exist. I’m praying the abrupt disappearance will send him the right message: Don’t call me, I’ll call you.

I literally slide off the bed doing my best ninja impression. Naked, with my head splitting, I crawl around the room collecting my clothes. They are strewn everywhere. I survey the damage from last night as I dress. There’s two empty tequila bottles, a dozen and half lime rinds, and a knocked over shaker of salt. I take a pinch between my fingers and throw it over my shoulder. I don’t know who spilled it, but better safe than sorry. That’s all I need, my luck going down the toilet.

Once I’m dressed, I steal one last look at Damon still sleeping soundly. So many conflicting emotions. It’s a war zone inside my chest. We may not have seen each other in a decade, but that doesn’t matter one bit. Damon La Rue has been a hazard to my heart since I was seventeen years old. And now at twenty-seven, he’s still an emotional risk. Even if he is older, supposedly more mature, and an even better kisser now than he was back then. Like, how is that even possible?

Lots of practice, my subconscious sneers.

Ugh.

I say a silent goodbye to Damon and crawl out of the room with my shoes in my hands. Once in the hallway, I tiptoe down to the elevator, hitting the button like a crazy woman, so close to an escape I can taste it. When the doors ding open, I hop inside and inhale a sigh of relief. Success.

“Liv?” I pop open my eyes when I hear my name, and there is Damon standing in front of me with a pillow covering his private parts. Shit, shit, shit. The doors close, saving me, stealing my chance to respond.

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Toy Girl by Savannah Maris

Release Date: October 17, 2019

Genre: Romantic Comedy Standalone

Cover Design: JM Walker @ Just Write Creations

Photographer: R+M Photography

Models: Kaman Sheldon and Madison Rae

Synopsis

Nothing good ever comes from a beach fling.
Except maybe your happily ever after.

Jessica Compton had her life planned out. When she agreed to be her best friend’s sidekick on a trip to meet her online boyfriend, Jessica left her life plan at home for a week of fun. Ledgers, numbers and a corner office were supposed to make her a happy girl, not six feet of muscle, brown hair, blue eyes, and a New York accent.

Thorton Cresswell III knew how to have a good time. When his best friend asked him to be his wingman on a trip to meet his online girlfriend, Cress readily agreed. Notoriety, fortune, and success were supposed to make him happy, but a five-foot-six-inch blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty with a southern drawl had every cell in his body wanting something he never had before.

The night Jessica spent with Cress cost her more than her virtue, but was it the start of something more? Were they meant to be?

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Holy shit.

Jess is hot, and she wants to play. I’ve never been much into role-playing, but I’ll do whatever she wants.

“Yes, Ms. Compton?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did. Is there something else?”

She walks toward me and bends down so her ample breasts are all I see. “I forgot my homework today. Is there something I can do to make up for it?”

I drag my finger over her boobs. “I’m sure we can think of something.” I take the cuffs from her. “We’ll see about using those later. Turn around and touch your toes.” Without hesitation, she does as I’ve asked. She’s not wearing panties, and she’s waxed. When did she do that? Fuck. She’s going to kill me.

“I think I have something in mind.” I stand, rubbing against her upturned ass. “Why don’t we start with you taking off my jeans.”

She rights herself then steps closer. The humor in her eyes tells me she’s enjoying this. Her fingers deftly unfasten the button and slide the zipper down. My dick springs out and almost hits her in the face as she squats to remove my shoes and jeans.

She giggles. “You’ve done that before.”

I smile as I step out of my pants and pull my shirt over my head before lying on the bed. She produces a tube that I didn’t see. “What’s that?”

“A sample I told a sales rep I’d try for him. It’s supposed to help with the gagging reflex during oral sex.”

I waggle my brows. “Sounds good.”

She opens the tube and squirts this thick gel onto her finger then tosses it to me. She rubs it between her thumb and finger. “Doesn’t feel gritty,” she says before she sticks her finger in her mouth. As she brings her finger out, her lips clamp around it, giving the image of her sucking my cock. She’s being feisty.

I don’t wait for permission before I kiss her. My tongue requests permission that she readily grants, and the taste of strawberries floods my tongue. Who doesn’t love strawberries? “Baby, crawl on top and back you ass up here. I want to taste you.”

She giggles like the schoolgirl she’s dressed like. I move toward the center of the bed and help her get comfortable. I kiss the inside of her thigh, relishing her tongue stroking me from root to tip. The tip of my tongue plays with her clit, eliciting a moan. The moment she takes me into her mouth, I’m lost in the sensation. Her head is bobbing up and down as my teeth rake over her sensitive nub. I move my tongue, but I don’t feel what I’m supposed to. What I feel is a wet glob in the crack of my ass.

“Jeth?” What the hell? My tongue isn’t working.

“Huh?”

“Did you juth spit in my ath?”

“I’m thorry. My lipth and tongue aren’t working.”

“My tongue feelth huge.”

“Oh no!”

I roll her off me. She’s laughing so hard she’s crying.

“The gel.”

We rush to the bathroom. Thank God there are two sinks. We rinse our mouths. She grabs her toothbrush, and the toothpaste then hands it to me. We’re brushing our teeth. Her tongue is out, and she’s scrubbing that baby like there’s no tomorrow.

She points her toothbrush at me. “I’m telling him thath a no go.”

“No go? Tell him I’m thuing for damages if I can’t taste you again. Is it swollen? It won’t fit in my mouth.” I stick out my tongue.

Her shoulders shake, and the tears are flowing from laughter. She shakes her head as she tries to speak. “No.”

I run a washcloth under hot water then cleanse myself as I point at her pussy. “My tongue wath in there. You may want to wath before you can’t feel anything.” This was not how I saw tonight going. I wanted to make love to her before our big day tomorrow. “Leth go to bed. Maybe it’ll be worn off by morning. We need to leave early anyway.”

She nods, but the look in her eyes says she’s disappointed.

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I’m Savannah Maris, a southern girl and hopeless romantic. I’m passionate about writing stories that incorporate southern charm with a little spice.

I grew up on a farm in a small southern town with a love of sports, dance, and music which usually find their way into my books. My husband and I have two grown children. When I’m not writing, my husband and I are attending sporting events, traveling, or working.

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Excerpt Reveal: Park Avenue Player by Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland

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Park Avenue Player

Release date: 9/23/2019

 

A Contemporary Romance Novel

 

New York Times Bestselling Authors Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland

 

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“Would you like something to drink, Hollis?”

“No, thank you.”

He looked completely uncomfortable standing in my kitchen, so of course, I needed to make it worse. I tilted my head. “Did you touch any?”

“What?”

“My panties. Did you touch any while you were in the bathroom?”

He tugged at the collar of his polo and looked down the hall. “Where did she go? We need to get back on the road.”

Oh my God!

I’d been kidding around. But…holy shit…he had! I covered my mouth and cracked up. “You did, didn’t you! You perv!”

Hollis walked down the hall. “Hailey…let’s get going.”

I couldn’t get the smile off my face. Something about the thought of Hollis touching my underwear amused the hell out of me. I wished Hailey wasn’t around so I could ask him if he’d smelled them, too. That thought actually made me snort.

Hollis came back to the kitchen. His face was stern. “We’ll see you on Monday.”

I walked them to the door. Hailey surprised me with a hug. “Your art stuff is awesome.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

I grinned at Hollis, who was impatiently holding the door open for his niece. “Your uncle thinks my stuff is awesome, too.”

 

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It started out like any normal day.

 

Then the fender bender happened.

 

The guy I collided with drove an expensive car and was drop-dead gorgeous. Too bad he was also a total jerk. We argued over whose fault it was and any other thing that came out of his condescending mouth.

Eventually, the police came and we went our separate ways. The insurance companies would have to figure things out. I had a job interview to get to anyway—one I was excited about.

 

Though that excitement changed to disappointment the moment the person interviewing me walked in. The guy from the accident.

 

Whoops!

 

Yeah, so I didn’t get the position.

 

The problem was, I really wanted it. No, I needed it. Anything to get me out of my current career and back into working with kids.

 

So, even though Hollis LaCroix was as intimidating as he was devastatingly handsome, I went back to see him and begged for a chance.

 

To my surprise, he gave me a shot taking care of his troubled niece.

 

At least my attraction to him wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my job or the strong bond Hailey and I formed.

 

But resisting the magnetic pull between us wasn’t that simple. (Then there was our little underwear game—don’t ask.)

 

We continued to flirt without crossing the line—until it finally happened.

 

This is the part of the story where we fall in love and live happily ever after, right?

 

Well, life has a way of throwing some major curveballs.

 

Ours was one I didn’t see coming.

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.

 

She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.

 

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Unspoken Words by Shari J. Ryan

Release Date: October 16, 2019

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Synopsis

“Women and children to the right. Men, to the left,” I once said.

From 1942 to 1944 I was what some called a Jew killer. Though, I have never hurt a soul, I was responsible for separating Jewish families, ensuring they would never see each other again. Those who were sick, were sent to their death … by me because I was forced to follow the enemy. The war stole my right of beliefs, my goals for a future, my left arm, and the love of my life.

I saved Amelia …

… then I lost her.

And after more than seventy years, I’m told she’s alive and asking for me.

Will love be enough to overcome the silence of more than seven decades?

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The house in front of me was a vivid shade of blue—bluer than the sky but no darker than the ocean. The color reminded me of a blue-bird. The windows were framed with a shade of forest green, and there were two small windows on each side of the matching door. The roof was old and tattered, but supported the one lonesome dormer-window in the attic. The flower beds beneath the front windows were empty but I imagine they were full of vibrant blossoms in the spring and summer. Trinkets clung to the windows from the inside where a fire illuminated an empty table covered with a freshly prepared dinner.

I wasn’t standing in front of that house to admire the unique colors and decor.

They gave me a task.

Sven shoved his elbow into my side as he walked passed me, continuing down a line of Jewish men and women who were waiting for their next order. “Charlie, kill that woman. She is out of line,” Sven asserted his command with an authoritative intonation.

I tried to step forward along the uneven cobblestones I was standing upon. The sight in front of me had me frozen. Through wisps of fog, I set my focus on the middle-age woman. With dark hair, tied in an unkempt knot at the base of her skull, and loose strands hanging in front of her eyes, she appeared forlorn while shouting for her children. She was wearing an apron, probably from the food she had just finished preparing for her family when a group of SS soldiers broke into her quaint blue-bird house. “Let my children go!” The woman was trying to protect her family—her daughter and son. Sven told me to kill her because she was crying for her children, and we weren’t supposed to tolerate such a disgusting display of emotion from a Jewish person.

Sven stopped walking when he noticed I wasn’t following his lead. He stood, staring at me, waiting on me to fulfill his command. I still couldn’t move. Rather than follow orders, I glanced back and forth between the woman’s daughter, who was being pulled away by a comrade I didn’t know, and then back at the distraught mother. The woman was reaching her arms out toward her daughter who was already so far away. In that moment, I knew the two would never reunite. The thought made me feel ill.

“Kill her,” Sven shouted. “Do it now, Charlie.”

I knew of the punishment I could receive for not following orders from a superior, but I couldn’t move my arms, let alone, handle a weapon.

Sven’s hand pressed against the lapel of my coat as he pushed me away. “Coward,” he muttered, passing me by.

Sven retrieved his rifle from the left side of his belt and aimed it at the mother’s head while the other comrade had the woman bent over in shame.

I couldn’t do much else but watch her daughter grieve what would be an extraordinary loss in a matter of seconds. “I love you, Mama. Please don’t hurt her!” the girl shouted in a plea.

“Amelia,” the woman countered. “Fight and be strong. For me.”

Amelia was the girl’s name.

Amelia deserved a mother to face the horrors she was about to encounter.

“Mama, no,” Amelia grunted. “Please, don’t leave me!” Amelia pleaded as if her mother had a say in the matter. Though, we all knew only one person had the final decision, and Sven no longer had a heart in his chest.

Amelia’s words buzzed over the blasting weapon—her mother was taken down with one bullet. To the ground, she fell. Blood pooled instantly. The smell of gunpowder was potent even through the thick air.

The world went silent for me even though there were screams coming from all sides. The Jews were scared, especially now that one was sacrificed as an example of what disrespect earns.

I watched that woman’s daughter, Amelia, the pale complexion wash through her face as she stared doe-eyed at her mother’s corpse. Amelia’s head shook slightly with disbelief as they pushed her within the herded line, farther and farther away from her mother’s body. Amelia couldn’t have been older than sixteen or seventeen, and in an instant her world had become darker than she likely ever could have imagined it would.

My chest felt as though it was caving in on itself. No matter how many Jews I watched meet their ending day as Amelia’s mother had, the pain never lessened, and the heartache only grew stronger with the sight of every new fallen body.

I was not meant to be a killer.

I was not meant to hate, no matter what I was supposed to believe.

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International Bestselling Author, Shari J. Ryan is a writer of Women’s Fiction, Contemporary Romance, and Romantic Comedy. Throughout the last seven years of her writing journey, Shari has written more than twenty emotionally charged novels ranging from Rockstar Romances and Medical Romances to Historical Fiction.

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal: XO by Melissa Jane

Release Date: October 2, 2019

Genre: Contemporary Romance Standalone<span style="color: #000000;"

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance, Bully

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Photographer: David Wagner

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Synopsis

I swear to God, Jacob Lynch, if I ever see your arrogant, smug face again, I’ll ruin your manhood with a swift knee.

You were the glorified football captain, the heartthrob, the most popular boy in school and yet suddenly you vanish leaving all your horrid friends pointing the finger at me, circling like hungry vultures to see if I would break.

They just didn’t know that I already had. Daily. For months I cried for you. You. Broke. Me.

You taunted and tormented me for years until you finally convinced me to fall in love with you. You said, “Nothing can ever tear us apart.”

And I believed you.

But you lied.

And then you left.

Without a word, without a touch, without a sound.

You. Just. Left. Right when my world fell to pieces, you lit the match and watched from afar, as what remained went up in flames.

So, if I ever do see your stupidly handsome face again, you’ll be nothing more than the boy I used to know. The boy who broke my heart and crushed my soul all in a single day.

Because Jacob Lynch… I have no more XO’s to give.

No longer yours,

Rosie.

P.S. I hate how much I still love you.

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“Wait!” A wide-eyed Vicki clutches Jacob’s arm. “You two know each other?”

Staring into the eyes of my arch-nemesis, I’m first to reply. “Unfortunately, so.”

“This shit is just too weird. I mean, here we were just talking about how the bride and groom parties are secretly… hashtag not-so-secretly, planning a pre-wedding orgy, and how you and Jacob are the only ones unattached, and yet you actually know each other.” She claps her hands together in excitement. “So, now, you can both join the orgy.” She laughs hysterically at the out-of-hand orgy joke, completely missing the social cues.

“What part of unfortunately did you not understand, Vicki?” But it’s too late, she’s already trotting over to Jase to tell him of her excellent news. I sigh. “What the hell are you doing here, Jacob?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he says in a less accusatory tone.

“I’m the maid of honor.”

“I’m the best man.”

“Well, this is shit!”

“Is it?”

“Isn’t it?” I grunt in frustration. “I… this… this can’t… Vicki!” I yell across the room, finally earning her attention. Her smile fades, and as she glances between us, she finally realizes there’s history between Jacob and me, and it may not necessarily be a good one. “Vicky, I’m sorry, I have to leave.”

She reaches for my hand. “No, don’t go.”

“I have to.”

“Why? Because of Jacob?”

“Yes. No. Yes! I just… I just can’t be in the same room as him.”

“Rosie, please don’t go,” she pleads, seeing my distress. She wants to make right whatever she thinks is happening, but she has no clue to the extent of pain that’s been dredged up just by seeing his face.

“I have to go.” Grabbing my jacket, I wrap it around my shoulders and head to the door.

“Rosie, wait,” Jacob calls, and I know the whole room has stopped what they’re doing to watch the soap opera unfold.

Ignoring him, I push through the restaurant door and hit the street, my legs working overtime to get me as far away as possible.

“Rosie,” he calls again.

“What?” I yell, spinning on my heel to face him. He’s closer than I expect him to be, already practically in my lap. “What the hell can you possibly have to say to me after all this time, Jacob? What, huh?”

He goes to answer but unlike me, he appears lost for words, almost as if he’s staring at a ghost. “It’s good to see you,” he finally says, the five words completely catching me off guard.

I laugh incredulously while taking a step back ready to put as much distance as possible between Jacob Lynch and me. “Yeah? Well… it’s not good to see you.”

~

Despite already emptying my first bottle of wine, I’m still trembling, my stomach twisting into over-zealous boy scout knots. Glaring at the rapidly depleting second bottle, I wish I’d thought ahead and grabbed a third. Swiping the glass off the counter, I resume my pacing, mumbling under my breath at how life can go fuck itself. And Jacob fucking Lynch can go fuck himself while he’s at it.

Son of a bitch!

Except his mother isn’t a bitch. She’s a fucking angel.

Stupid… motherfucker!

Nope, that’s even worse.

The anger I feel at seeing him again has now morphed into green Hulk mode with the fact that I can’t think of a suitable cuss name to call him while I pace out my rage.

“How can you allow this to happen?” I ask the world. “Is this some sort of joke to you? Is this a ‘Hey, we haven’t fucked with Rosie Reign in a while. Sic the Hellhounds, a.k.a. Jacob Lynch, onto her!’ type of bullshit? ‘Cause I’m not interested. Do you hear me?” I yell, looking up at the ceiling like somehow the world is going to deliver me an answer. My high-heel tip snags the corner of the rug, causing me to stumble and lose balance, wine spilling over my hand. “Don’t you start on me,” I warn, slumping onto the couch to remove my suddenly painful stilettos.

My cell chimes, so I swipe it off the coffee table and narrow my eyes to view the name, blinking twice to clear the drunken blur.

Vicki: Babe, are you okay?

Me: Fine.

Vicki: I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you two know each other. Seriously fucking bizarre. Want me to come over?

Me: No. Just want this night to be over.

Me: Vicki?

Vicki: Yeah, babe?

Me: I can’t be your maid of honor. I’m sorry.

Vicki: Whatever it is, we can sort this out. How badly could this guy have hurt you? All I’m saying is no rash decisions.

How badly?

I scowl at the message like it can see me. I take a few more gulps of wine before doing something I haven’t done in almost ten years. I don’t care if it’s not his number anymore. I don’t care if he stopped answering back from this number the day he left town. Scrolling through my contact list, I find his name, my heart pounding at the sight of it.

I type the message hoping it will make me feel even the slightest bit better. But when I hit send, the message falls in line with fifteen unanswered others I’d sent ten years ago.

I don’t feel any better.

I just feel like I’m further infecting a wound.

Staring at the message, I sloppily finish the rest of my wine. Instantly, I’m riddled with regret and not just because brunch is scheduled tomorrow and I’m going to have a wicked hangover, but because I wish I could take back what I’ve written. It’s not like he’ll ever see it but putting it out there in the world makes it somewhat real.

But those eight words will sit in limbo, a purgatory, just like my heart.

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Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Close Match by Tracey Jerald

Release Date: October 3, 2019

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Evangeline Brogan grew up Broadway royalty. She commands the stage until one night, everything changes. With lifelong secrets revealed, she’s determined to find out the full story. Even if that means leaving everything she knows behind. Arrogant and protective, Montague Parrish needs to be strong enough for his mother and stepfather as a family crisis comes to a head. He’s wary when fate brings Linnie into their lives at a critical moment. Over time their relationship changes; offering light when fear is ready to consume them both. And then reality intrudes, threatening their need to survive each other. After all, life can bring a close match, but it takes love to make it a perfect one.

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After properly warming up, I feel like something sassy. My feet are flying across

the dance floor, and my fingers are snapping. My voice echoes beautifully in the room

as I taunt an imaginary audience. Okay. If I’m honest with myself, I imagine Monty as I

tease him with this particular dance which is seductive and playful.

Since we came back from DC that day, he’s been more open about laughing with

me. He hasn’t held back from casually touching me, which sets my body aflame. The

problem is I can’t tell if it’s just me feeling this way. How do I know if he’s naturally this

personable and I helped release some of the pressure built up in him so he can once

again be himself?

Twirling around, I kick one leg up and then the other. I admire the long length the

stiletto point gives to my kick. Slowly, I sway my hips back and forth as I walk around an

empty chair. This particular show would generally have me wearing much more of a

flimsy outfit than the running shorts and tank I’m presently dancing in, but it’s fun as I

sink into a grande plié and then shift my hand to the ground to slide into a split in front of

my “customer.” I fling my head down to my knee, still singing. Rolling my shoulders

back, I finish with my back arched, one hand up, the other bracing my core.

Then I hear a slow clap. My head snaps toward the door.

“That’s one hell of a show, Linnie.” Monty’s eyes are burning down at me.

“Though I imagine if I were sitting in the chair, it would have been even more

entertaining.”

Swinging my back leg around, I push myself to my feet. “It’s from Sweet Charity. I

haven’t done stiletto work in a while, so I figured I needed to bone up on it. Can’t let the

skills get rusty from lack of use.”

Monty lets out a choked sound. I realize what I said, and I want to slap myself in

the head. Instead, I make my way over to the bar and grab the towel and bottle of water

I keep there. Just as the next number starts, I hit Pause. “What’s up?”

“Ev and Char had a few things to do this afternoon. They’ll grab dinner out.

Thought I’d see if you wanted to go for a ride,” he tosses out casually.

“On a horse?” I’ve been up on a horse a time or two around the ring with the

beginner students. They find it cute that someone who’s as old as their instructor is

taking the beginner class.

“No. But dress comfortably. We’ll be out a while ourselves.” Monty turns to leave.

“I’ll grab some food for us to eat on the way. An hour enough time for you?”

“Sounds good.” Ever since we went downtown, Monty’s been different. He’s held

himself back less and less from me even though there’s still a weary edge to him. His

hair looks like it’s about two weeks past due for a cut. Normally, it frames the lines

around his face. Today, with the smile on his face, it makes me wonder what slipping

my fingers through the dark strands would feel like.

“Take your time. We’re not in any big hurry.” He opens the door and is about to

pass through it when he drops a bomb on me. “But the next time you do that number, I

might have to hunt you down after. You may not be used to that kind of response to one

of your shows.” He steps through the door and closes it behind him.

I grab the counter to stabilize myself on the heels I’m wearing. It wouldn’t do well

to roll an ankle at this juncture because if I’m not mistaken Monty just fanned the flames

of the interest sparking between us.

And I just agreed to spend the afternoon with him?

Oh boy.

***

Dressed in a vest, long-sleeve T-shirt, and jeans, I meet Monty in the kitchen

about an hour later. “I hope this works?” I twirl to indicate my outfit.

“You might be hot while we’re in the car, but otherwise it’s perfect.”

“Are you going to give me a hint to where we’re going?” I ask as we make our

way out through the drop zone toward the garage.

He keeps walking. Holding the door for me, he purses his lips. “Nah. I am

enjoying the fact you know nothing about the area, so everything is so new to you.”

I stick my tongue out at him as I pass by. Quick as a snake, he snatches me

around the waist. “I recommend for your sanity, you keep that inside your mouth unless

you plan to put it to use.”

I smack him on the chest. “Flirt,” I accuse.

“Maybe,” he agrees. “Then again, there’s only one way for you to find out.”

“Do your parents know how you behave when they’re not at home,” I tease over

my shoulder.

Monty’s laugh in conjunction with the doors being unlocked is my only answer.

But when I slide into the seat, a familiar-looking to-go cup is waiting for me. “Wait? Is

this from…”

“You seemed to like their caramel mocha well enough when we stopped on the

way in from the airport. I picked us up some food and drinks.” He shrugs like it’s no big

deal.

“What are we doing?” I whisper, turning toward him before I put on my seat belt.

“Giving up on being ‘just friends.’” His hand cups my cheek. “I’m spending way

too much time with you on my mind. What do you think?”

Slowly, I nod, my cheek brushing the inside of his hand. Am I seriously agreeing

to this? My heart picks up in anticipation and nerves.

“Then why don’t we get our first date started.” Monty drags his fingers through

my hair as he lets me go, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding.

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