Cover and Excerpt Reveal: Unexpected by Jenna Hartley

Release Date: December 12, 2019

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Synopsis

Alexis

I will not sleep with my daughter’s new nanny, no matter how hot he is.

And boy is he. Preston Hawthorne looks like he’d be more at home on a Hollywood set than playing dress-up with my daughter. But he dotes on her, bringing a sense of calm and order to our home. And the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel is…unexpected. As if I might spontaneously combust.

I know better than to mix business with pleasure, and I certainly don’t fall for men who are nearly a decade younger than me. But the more time I spend with Preston, the more I’m tempted to break all my rules.


Preston

I need to start thinking more about my future and less about screwing my boss.

Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done. Especially when she’s doing yoga on the lawn and working ungodly hours to provide for her daughter. Not to mention, she’s successful, savvy, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

But I’m determined to finally finish my degree, and that means I have to keep my job. A relationship with Alexis Black is the last thing I need, even if she’s the only thing I want.

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I shot him a sheepish grin. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not,” he rasped, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You’re not?” I felt a little silly for repeating him, but it was as if all rational thought had fled my brain the moment I’d found myself tangled up in the hammock with him.

His blue eyes locked on mine. “No.”

One hand was tucked beneath his cheek, but he used the other to caress my face. He traced my jaw with his thumb before brushing it over my lips. I felt like I was locked in a dream, an alternate reality. And I wanted so badly to embrace it, to embrace him. I wanted to believe it was real.

“Kiss me,” I blurted.

His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, his breath feathering over my skin. He bypassed my lips, opting to place delicate kisses along the corners of my eyes, over my nose, on my cheeks. His touch was so light, so reverential. And I felt it all the way to the depth of my very being. I’d never felt more connected to someone.

I relaxed into his arms, reveling in the moment. It felt so decadent—to lie in a man’s arms without a care in the world. To be kissed and worshiped as if it were his sole purpose in life to cherish me.

Unlike any of the other men I’d been with, there was no rush. If anything, Preston seemed intent to slow down and savor the moment. And I found myself noticing more—the feel of his scruff against my skin. The way my nerve endings tingled, reaching out for him.

I was on the verge of begging him to kiss me when he finally slanted his lips over mine. My body hummed with excitement, but he continued to keep his movements slow. We sampled each other, our bodies forced together by the fabric of the hammock, making it feel like we were in a cocoon. Even when he teased the seam of my lips with his tongue, it was a languid movement. It felt like we had all the time in the world, and he wanted to spend it with me.

He didn’t push for more, and neither did I. Instead, we explored each other, our legs and tongues tangled together.

I could’ve stayed there all night. But then, I heard Sophia calling for me, and I bolted upright.

“Mommy?” Her voice was more insistent, and she sounded upset.

I rushed to find my footing, one of my feet getting stuck in the hammock. “I’m coming!”

Preston helped free me, only for me to fall flat on my face. I scrambled to my feet and rushed over to where Sophia was standing by the back door.

My heart was racing as I wrapped my arm around her. “I’m here, baby. What’s wrong?”

She sniffled. “I had a nightmare.”

Talk about a nightmare. I’d just experienced the most amazing kiss of my life—with my daughter’s nanny. My employee. A man who was nine years younger than me.

But overriding all of it was guilt. I hadn’t been there for my daughter when she needed me. When I should’ve been comforting her, I was making out with her nanny.

“It’s okay.” I held her close to me. “You’re okay. Why don’t we go inside and cuddle for a little bit?”

She nodded, allowing me to lead her toward the doors. “Mommy.” She sniffled. “Why is there grass on your shirt?”

I glanced down, brushing it off quickly. “I, um, was doing some yoga before bed.”

I could hear Preston’s quiet chuckle in the dark, could feel him watching me as I shut the glass door behind me. I shook my head, more at myself than him. This couldn’t happen again. But the way his low laughter threaded through my belly told me that would be easier said than done.

 

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Balls In The Air by Molly Sloan

Release Date: December 8, 2019

Synopsis

Aria

My boss must be mad to have me cover a science fair in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Then I met Him. The brilliant billionaire with a plan to save the planet.

A gorgeous scientist with that smoldering stare.

Once he touched me, my body came alive.

Now, all I can think about is straddling him and taking off his glasses.

Eden

I’m the last son of three with a story of being adopted.

From Scotland but raised in the States, I’m back to fulfill my dead father’s request.

I didn’t count on the beautiful BBC reporter to bust my balls.

Smart, determined and driven to find the truth.

Turns out, big oil is trying to pull a fraud.

But once we uncover the mystery, she’ll see my intentions are pure.

And no one will ever be able to take her away from me.

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“What’s going on over there?” Nikki pointed to a crowd gathered across the walkway. They were headed back to their rental car after the meeting with Zane and saw a group of students forming a circle around some object of interest.

Always the journalist, Aria said, “Let’s go investigate.” She was glad Nikki had brought her camera in case there was something to film. You never know when you’ll come upon something newsworthy, like a student protest or some kind of conflict. One incident could change your life forever,and for all Aria knew, this could be one of those moments.

When they got over there, though, they saw a juggler doing a street performance. She was about to just walk on by when she noticed Nikki had a huge smile on her face. “Oh wow, Aria. Look at this!” Aria grinned because Nikki looked more like an excited seven–year–old than a seasoned BBC photographer. “He’s really good!”

The juggler was a tall thin man wearing jeans and a t–shirt that said, “Get a load ofthese balls” and had a picture of juggling on it. He was wearing a fedora and black high tops and was entertaining the crowd by juggling blocks and pins. He tossed one of the balls to a woman in the crowd who threw it back to him. He did this several times, adding a ball each time, so that the next person had multiple balls to throw back. He made eye contact with Aria, as if to see if she wanted to be next, but Aria just shook her head. Juggling wasn’t really her thing.

The juggler then turned to a man next to him and tossed him the balls and pins. Aria’s eyebrows went up in shock. Not only was the man really good at juggling, but he was one of the sexiest men she’d ever laid eyes on. Seriously. He had thick dark hair, big brown eyes with enviably long lashes, and thick kissable lips that he was biting as he focused on not dropping the balls.

“Earth to Aria. Hello?” Nikki was laughing at Aria. “Your mouth is literally open and there is actual drool coming out of it. And you haven’t heard a word I’ve been saying.”

Aria shook herself back to reality. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said that that guy is too good at juggling. They have to be a team. He’s probably part of the act.”

Aria had to agree. What were the chances that some random audience guy would be such a good juggler? She started to walk away but took one more look at him. He was just so beautiful, she hated to leave.

You’re here on assignment, not to get involved with hot circus performers. Just walk away, Aria.

“Do you want to stay? Watch some more? Maybe get his number? Book the wedding venue?” Nikki was standing there smiling, one hand on her hip.

“You’re having fun with this, aren’t you? Let’s go.” Aria took one last look at Hot Juggler Guy and then headed back to the car. She had some interview questions to write.

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Dirty Ex-Mas by Denise Wells

Release Date: November 18, 2019

Synopsis

When your best friend asks you to cover for her, the answer is yes. Even if she is a contract killer.

The plan is simple: Sneak into the party, wait for the signal, shoot the bad guy, escape.

What she failed to specify is it’s an engagement party.

My target? The groom. Who happens to be my ex.

His best man? The one who got away. Did I mention he’s a Fed?

Now if I can just get out of this alive.

 

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He wraps his arms around me, grasping his wrists to lock me in his embrace. I lean back against him, liking how our bodies align when I’m wearing heels, then wriggle my bottom against what I’m hoping is his dick and not a gun.

“Don’t play with me, Quinn. I’m not in the mood.”

Which gives me an idea.

I twist my head to face him. “What are you in the mood for?” I soften my voice as I ask, hoping I sound alluring. I’d brush his hair out of his eyes with my fingertips, but he has my arms pinned to my sides.

He cocks his head and squints his eyes. “What are you getting at?”

I look up at him from under my lashes, giving my best come hither look. “I like being in your arms.”

He blinks once . . . twice. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Do you ever think about kissing me, Reed?”

“This is not the time, Quinn.”

“I think about kissing you.” I arch my head back to run my nose along his neck, breathing in his scent as I go. “I think about it a lot.”

God, he smells good.

He clears his throat but doesn’t say anything. His hold on my loosens and I turn in his embrace, then run my tongue along the same path, up his neck to just behind his ear, my heart races and my breath gets heavy. I think becoming a hired assassin has given me super seductive powers, because no way would I have the balls to do this ordinarily.

I take the lobe of his ear between my teeth and bite gently. He groans.

Which I take as a good sign. One that means I should continue, so I kiss my way along his jawline and up to the corner of his mouth. His lips twitch every so slightly as I run my tongue along their seam.

“Quinn,” he breathes. “You need to stop this.” His hold on me loosens further as he moves his hands closer to my ass, enough for me to get one arm free which I wrap around his neck.

“Why?” I nibble on his bottom lip and he groans again. Or maybe that was me. “Kiss me, Reed.” His face inches closer to mine until our lips are mere centimeters apart. I close my eyes and strain my face forward, just as our mouths are about to meet, he shakes his head and snaps out of whatever trance I’d put him in, waking me up with him.

“Don’t play games with me.”

“I’m not.”

“Are you kidding? This is the oldest trick in the book. You try to seduce me, then sneak away when you have me all distracted and wound up.”

“Were you wound up?” It would be nice to know if my techniques were effective.

“Can you just . . .” he steps away from me and turns, running his palm over his face roughly. “Are you still hung up on him, is that it?” His eyes search out mine. If I’m not mistaken, I see hurt reflecting from his. I close my eyes to steel myself against him. If I were Superman, Reed Roberts would be my kryptonite. I can’t lie to him about having feelings for David. If he thinks I have feelings for David, he’ll never want to be with me. And being here with him like this, having just felt his body against mine, confirms that I most definitely want to be with him.

“I’m just upset.” I breathe heavily.

“Upset about his engagement?”

I nod.

“It’s been over a year, Quinn.”

I turn my head down and to the side. If he sees the look in my eyes, he’ll know I’m lying.

“Just tell me, are you in love with him?” His voice is soft. Almost pained. I glance up quickly.

“No,” I tell him honestly, looking him in the eye.

“Then what’s going on?” He uses his free hand to push some of my loosened hair behind my ear. “What snapped in that beautiful head of yours to make you want to shoot him?”

He thinks my head is beautiful?

My heart soars. He must like me. “I didn’t want to shoot him,” I say, softly. “I just wanted to scare him a bit.”

“Why?”

“So, he would behave with his new wife.” Okay, that’s not what I thought I was going to say, but I think it can still work as a rationale for my actions. As long as he believes me.

Reed looks at me, questioningly. “What do you mean by behave? Like be faithful? Are you talking about the apps?”

I look at him. “The apps? Noooo.” I draw the word out and try to make the answer on my face as plain as day. I don’t want to outright lie and say that David is a cheater, I wouldn’t know. For one we weren’t together long enough, or even exclusive for that matter; and, two, I have no idea if David has ever cheated on a girl or if he uses apps to do it. But if Reed were to jump to his own conclusions about what I’m implying, I have no control over that.

He looks at me and nods as if understanding. “You know I’m going to have to bring you in, right?”

“For what? Nothing even happened.” Shit! Daria never said what to do if I got arrested. “Uh, can I make my phone call first?”

“I’m not arresting you, Quinn. At least not yet. I just need some questions answered. Why, who do you want to call?”

“A friend,” I hedge. If I tell him I want to call Daria, he may wonder why. Though, she is my best friend and would be the most logical choice to bail me out of jail. Not that I’ve been arrested, but he did add not yet. Maybe I can make this work. “I want to call Daria. She’s my person to bail me out of jail.”

“You aren’t in jail.”

“Could’ve fooled me. This is looking like a Reed Roberts jail if I’ve ever felt one.”

He raises a brow. “You’re free to go.”

I attempt to step around him, only to have him put his arm out to stop me. “Quinn, I can’t just let it go that you were planning to fire a loaded weapon in a crowded party.”

“What if I said I would never do it again?” I blink innocently at him.

“For some reason, I don’t believe you.” He sighs.

I’m torn between wanting to convince him I won’t do it again and feeling pride over him thinking I’m bad ass enough to bring a gun to a party again.

“Come on.” He grabs my upper arm in a loose hold. “If you aren’t going to talk to me here, then I have to bring you in for questioning.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to do this, Quinn. But you leave me no choice.”

I chew on my bottom lip slightly, forgetting for a moment about my no-smudge lipstick, trying to decide if I should come clean, call Daria, or make a run for it. But as soon as I open my mouth to tell him everything, my phone rings. I look down at the caller ID.

Daria.

Thank god.

I hold the phone up to show Reed, and shrug as though it’s not my fault I can’t answer his questions, then I press the answer button.

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Denise Wells has been reading since before she could talk. And to this day, escaping into a book is her go-to activity before anything else.

She’s the author of six romance novels and one YA novel to date. She likes to write about sassy women and semi-flawed alpha-esque men. Denise’s female characters always have strong friendships, potty mouths, and like to drink–a lot.

Denise is loyal to a fault, a bit too sarcastic, blindingly optimistic, and pretty freakin’ happy with life overall. As a diehard fan of the band Journey, Denise would be a rock star in the band if she couldn’t be a writer. Preferably during the Steve Perry years, when they were awesome.

Home is in the Pacific Northwest where she lives with six special needs dogs, one cat (who’s busy plotting the demise of the six dogs), and a husband (BW) who has the patience and tolerance of a saint. And, lest she forget, Denise also lives with too many to count characters inside her head, who will eventually have their stories told.

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Love Resurrected by Denise Wells

Release Date: November 18, 2019

 

 

Synopsis

My fiancée’s death almost killed me. It’s been three years and I still can’t move on. Not with life. And definitely not with love.

But our friends keep pushing me to date. They say it is time. So, I give in to get them off my back. One date with a girl I already don’t like: Tenley Hughes.

My plan? To be the perfect gentleman yet still be the worst date of her life. Then everyone will be happy and I can go back to misery not loving company.

Except the date isn’t bad. And it doesn’t end at one.

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“She’s got a great ass, doesn’t she?” Remi’s voice whispers in my ear.

“I wasn’t looking at her ass, Remi. Fuck off.”

“Promises, promises.” She clucks her tongue at me and gives me a once-over. “You look like shit. Luckily, I brought you something to change into. And if you are a good boy, maybe I will share my pre-party tequila shots.”

“I don’t need to change.”

She laughs. “Oh honey, not only do you need to change,” she gestures at my body. “But you need to change.”

“Cute.”

“Here.” She thrusts a bag into my arms. “Put this on and make us proud.”

“What is it?” I look inside the bag and see a brightly colored shirt reminiscent of Magnum PI. “No.” I push the bag back at her.

“Would you quit being such a fucking pussy? It’s embarrassing.”

“If I’m such an embarrassment, then you won’t mind if I leave.” I turn to do just that.

She grabs my arm to stop me. “Oh, not an embarrassment for me. For you. And for Kat’s memory. That she loved such a grouchy self-righteous douche.”

“That’s low, Remi. Even for you.”

“You have no idea how low I can go, cupcake. Now go change your fucking clothes and stop acting like such a dick.”

I grab the bag and head for the restroom.

“Thank you!” she calls. I flip her off over my shoulder.

“You still suck at that.”

She’s right, I do. I can’t flip people off, my fingers just look funny. But the gesture makes me feel better anyway.

The board shorts fit fine, as do the flip-flops. But the shirt is tight around my arms and chest. I’ve been working out a lot. Anything to try to keep a handle on all this anger inside me. Otherwise I just feel like I will snap and do something stupid. And I’m almost positive I’ve hit my stupid quota for this lifetime. It’s why I’m on desk duty at work.

Again.

Good news is, if I flex at all, I’m going to Hulk out of this shirt and pop a button or two. Knowing that it’s Chance’s shirt, and that my chest is now more built than his, makes me smirk with satisfaction. Because he’s a cop and I’m a firefighter, and that competition is always waiting in the sidelines to rear its head. I ball up my other clothes in the same bag and head back out to join the others.

Remi is waiting for me in the near empty hall. She leans up and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you.”

I nod.

“I don’t do this to torture you, you know,” she says. “I do it because I need you to be happy. I can’t handle this.” She motions to me.

I cock my head and raise my brows. Even though I’m sure I know what she will say.

“I promised her, Brad. Promised her when she was—”

“I know, Remi. Jesus.”

“No, you don’t, listen to me.” Her voice breaks and she pauses for a moment before continuing. “Yes, you know I promised her we’d watch out for you. And you haven’t let us do that. It’s been three years, Brad. Three years without my best friend. That’s a long fucking time. How do you think I feel when something makes me happy and she’s not here with me to enjoy it? I have so many fanfuckingtastic things in my life. And I want to be happy. But it’s hard when all I do is miss her. And then I look at you, and you have nothing to make you smile. And I can’t live like this. I can’t live knowing that I’m moving on without her and you aren’t. So, even if you won’t do this for you, do it for me. Do it so I can be a better mom to your God-kids. And a better wife to your friend.” She wipes at the tears rolling down her cheeks.

I take a minute to look at her. Really look at her. She looks amazing, as usual. But she’s right, there is a satisfaction about her I’ve never really paid attention to before. A contentment that becoming a wife and a mother has brought her. And she is the last person any of us ever thought that would happen to.

But along with that is a sadness, when she talks about Kat, it’s just not as prevailing as the other emotions. I pull her into my arms. “I’m sorry, Rem.” I clear my throat. “I forget I’m not the only one who lost her. I keep waiting to wake up and have it be better, for me to feel better, and it never happens.”

“I know,” she says into my chest. “All we can do is keep waking up each day and moving forward. Keep living. And on the days that its harder than others, we remember this is what she wants. As awful as it feels, she wants us happy and living life the best way we can.” She steps back out of my embrace.

I wipe at the tears on my cheeks and pinch at the bridge of my nose to get them to stop, then clear my throat again. “Thank you, Remi.”

“I love you, B. You know that, right?”

“Love you too, Rem.”

She kisses my cheek and turns to head down the hall toward the reception area and check-in for the auction. I stay put, trying to collect my thoughts enough to convince myself this is the right thing for me to do. That my promise to Kat to live my life, somehow balances out the betrayal I feel over doing so.

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Denise is loyal to a fault, a bit too sarcastic, blindingly optimistic, and pretty freakin’ happy with life overall. As a diehard fan of the band Journey, Denise would be a rock star in the band if she couldn’t be a writer. Preferably during the Steve Perry years, when they were awesome.

Home is in the Pacific Northwest where she lives with six special needs dogs, one cat (who’s busy plotting the demise of the six dogs), and a husband (BW) who has the patience and tolerance of a saint. And, lest she forget, Denise also lives with too many to count characters inside her head, who will eventually have their stories told.

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Cover & Excerpt Reveal: Gorgeous Gyno by Karen Deen

Release Date: November 10, 2019

Cover Design: Opium House Creatives

Photographer: FuriousFotog

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

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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

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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

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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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About the Author

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.

What will find in my books? You’ll find suspense and romance in the Riverton Crossing Series. If contemporary romance is what you’re looking for, try Crossroads of the Heart.

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