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A Cowboy for Mary by Lizabeth Scott

Title: A Cowboy for Mary
Series: Hearts of Gold #3
Author: Lizabeth Scott
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 7, 2017
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From author, Lizabeth Scott comes the long waited for third and final book in the contemporary romantic comedy series, Hearts of Gold. 

Rose married the man of her dreams, Sheik Rashid, after a rocky start with a totally unexpected “special arrival.”

Annie found her soulmate in the brilliantly talented music star, Carter Ryan. 

Finally, it’s Mary’s turn! 

Mary is known as the determined and single-minded sister who always had her sights set on a career in New York City. That’s how her family knew her. That’s what they expected. Funny thing about expectations…

Never in her life had Mary Gold met such a perplexing and utterly mouthwatering man.

Stranded in the blazing hot sun of Able, Texas, the swoon-worthy cowboy rode up on his golden steed and rescued her from becoming a puddle on the deserted road. The man of her dreams then turned into an insulting jerk at any and every opportunity! If her very existence irritated him, why did he keep coming around? And why did her day seem a little brighter when he did?

Ethan knew her type all too well–high maintenance and with an agenda that would end up costing him dearly. Been there, done that, and had the scars of betrayal to prove it.

His little daffodil represented everything he detested yet he found her gorgeous and adorable and she smelled as good as all those silly flower names he called her. He should have dropped her off in town and never looked back, but he couldn’t seem to stay away.

No matter how hard he tried, avoiding her wasn’t working. There was only one thing to do; send her back where she came from, and take temptation far, far away! So, why did he turn in the opposite direction and take her back to his place?

The fly in the ointment … appearances can be deceiving.

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Who is Lizabeth Scott? A voracious reader and a full-time writer for about 4 months! Liz is a wife and mother of two grown children and the proud grandma of the sweetest little baby ever. She is the personal assistant to a terrier terror named Moxie who she occasionally takes to the drive-through for a burger. Liz is a Carolina girl who loves sand between her toes as frequently as possible. At the prompting of a friend Liz began living her dream of writing in 2013 and is now the author of The Royal Vow Series, The Hearts of Gold Series, The Dirty Ankle Series and The Love Kissed Series.

Liz loves to connect with readers and invites you to join her on FACEBOOK, TWITTER, PINTEREST, and INSTAGRAM. Be the first to hear about updates and get your hands on free bonus chapters by joining Liz’s NEWSLETTER. Be sure to stop by her WEBSITE and browse through all her books.
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Outlaw: Part 1 by Katana Collins

Title: Outlaw: Part 1
Series: Harrison Street Crew #2
Author: Katana Collins
Genre: Gritty Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 7, 2017
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Worse than bad. Hotter than hot. These are the bad boys of the Harrison Street Crew, and they answer to no one. They take what they want. And what they want is you.

Patrick Flanagan lives outside the law. The cops don’t like him. The law doesn’t trust him. He may come at you with a charm and a handsome smile, but make no mistake—he’s as reckless and bad as they come. But when a total bombshell with stilettos and a power suit comes blazing into his life, this bad boy is about to be so, so good… 

Ambitious lawyer Michelle Chiccarini vowed like hell she is going to do her best to prosecute as many criminals as she could. Even if that means trying to put away Patrick Flanagan, a man who can make her pulse quicken and fill her head with dirty, wicked thoughts just by looking at him. She’s got to put him behind bars. But how can she do that, when she can’t even resist his touch?


Patrick Flanagan won’t go to jail. Not when he’s got a woman as gorgeous as Michelle aching for his every touch and pushing his lust for her past the boiling point. Even though she’s a lawyer tasked with putting him in prison, he can’t stay away from her. Michelle is falling fast and hard for Patrick, but is he guilty? Or is he innocent? She wants to trust her bad boy from the streets, but is he telling the truth?

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Chapter One
Four Months Later
Patrick Flanagan came to quickly. Or at least, he thought it was quickly. His head was resting on the steering wheel, his shoulders and chest slumping forward like dead weight. He blinked awake. What happened? Where am I?
Brushing his fingers over the ram like symbol at the center of the wheel, he glanced around, eyes darting back and forth. He wasn’t in his car; his Pantera. Why wasn’t he in his own car? He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking hard. The memory slammed into him, hard and fast. Oh, that’s right… he stole this one. Some poor unsuspecting fool’s Toyota that they left running in the parking lot of a Hannaford. When will people ever learn? Leaving the car running is to a car thief what an unattended t-bone is to a stray dog. It was irresistible. An invitation to steal it. A big fat target with flashing lights that said: Take me! I’m easy!
Red and blue lights streaked into Patrick’s car. Two cop cars were just now rolling to a stop behind him. The cops were just pulling up, so he couldn’t have been out that long. Breathing deeply, he pulled himself together, wincing as he pushed himself off the wheel and sat straight up.
What the hell caused him to wreck?
He backtracked the evening’s events—the meeting between Harrison Street Crew and Sauceda’s Crew. He wasn’t at the meeting though. He was the decoy if cops came into the area. He saw the cruiser and took off to distract them, pull them away from the docks and it worked like a charm. Until—oh yeah. That’s what happened. A fucking cat darted across the road or… hell, for all he knew it could have been a raccoon. And going sixty on a 35mph back road, he swerved, smashing into a post office box. He must have knocked himself out.
Waiting, he watched in the mirror as the cops in one cruiser jumped out of their car, holding their guns out. Shouting some nonsense about getting out of the vehicle.
Thank God he’d thought to choose to steal a car with tinted windows; they couldn’t make out his face. And so he smiled at them in the reflection, knowing they couldn’t see a damn thing. They couldn’t see his HSC vest or who he was or even that he was flipping them off.
Wiping at the blood trickling down the side of his face, he gave it another few seconds. The second cruiser wasn’t getting out. They were the smarter cops.
“Okay girl,” he whispered, brushing his hand over the steering wheel. “Sorry to do this to you, but we don’t have a choice.” Hopefully this Toyota’s tires were okay… because if not? They were about to find out the hard way.
Punching into reverse, Patrick backed off the Southie curb, tires squealing as he slammed the clutch with his foot and put the car in gear.
He took off, leaving the officers with guns pointed at him scrambling like Keystone Cops. The cruiser that was smart enough to leave their engine running took off after him. The night air cut in through the sun roof blowing his curls wildly around his face and providing a much needed coolness to his sweat-damp strands. Felt fucking great.
The blue and red lights hit against the reflective rearview mirror, nearly blinding him. He pushed harder and could smell the smoke of the engine, but at least it seemed the tires were holding up. Those damn police lights wouldn’t have been a problem if he hadn’t been trying to push up to eighty miles an hour in the curvy back roads of Southie. But at that speed? A momentary flash of lights blinding you in the mirrors could result in your car wrapped around a telephone pole.
Oh, wait, he thought chuckling to himself. Been there, done that.
Instead of slowing down, Patrick tightened his grip on the steering wheel and squinting through distraction and the headache pulsing at his temples, he pressed even harder into the gas pedal. He had a job to do; one job tonight to accomplish for Rig and the Harrison Street Crew. And that was to intercept any cops in the area and get them as far from the docks as he could—then get back to Megan’s Pub in time for the money drop off.
And pray to God that the two tasks don’t get in the way of each other.
He turned up his radio, Black Betty blaring through the speakers and he couldn’t help the little smile that tipped at the corner of his mouth.
This shit was fun. No way around that. Even if he got caught, there was an exhilaration to the getaway. One that pumped adrenaline through his veins so fast that he could practically feel the chemical change taking affect.
The blue and red flashing lights were gaining on him, the two headlights nearly kissing his bumper. But that was the plan. Keep them with him until they were out of the vicinity.
Maneuvering around the other cars on the road was always the hardest. Slow pokes sticking to the 35mph speed limit—good for them. Patrick slid from right lane to left grabbing the small bag of pop rocks he’d left in the cup holder and pouring a bunch into his mouth as a distraction to the blood dripping from the cut on his head and the pounding headache.
The sizzle of retro hard candy and sugar just increased his pulse as the on-ramp to I-93 came into view.
This was it. “Come on piggies—time to huff and puff,” he said to himself with another glance in the rearview mirror. Then, he slammed his foot down on the accelerator jolting forward with an additional 15mph. Not so fast that they couldn’t keep up… but time to get down to business.
A 16-wheeler was in the right lane of the highway moving slow enough to be a problem, but fast enough that Patrick couldn’t get off the on-ramp without hitting the brakes. With the cops on his ass? Hitting the brakes was not something he wanted to do.
“Shit,” Patrick muttered and nervous sweat trickled down his neck. Instead of sliding into the proper lane, Patrick stayed where he was, the car lurching as the on ramp turned into a texturized shoulder of the highway. Vibrations rumbled beneath his ass as he overtook the truck and abruptly swerved in front of it and just behind a Volvo.
The right lane was packed with cautious drivers slowing down at the sound of the police sirens; that’s what responsible citizens do… they pull over. Slow down.
The good news was that the left lane was wide open.
With a quick glance over his shoulder, Patrick slid into the left lane and the cop had fallen back a few cars behind the truck. A cakewalk, Patrick thought.
He dipped under the tunnel funneling him from South End Boston taking him right into downtown. Something—someone would be waiting for him on the other side of that tunnel.
He just didn’t know what yet.
Up ahead, the light from the edge of the tunnel came into view growing larger and larger. The cop tailing him hung back… still close enough to follow, but significantly slowing down.
A second siren ahead of him echoed in the distance. He exited the tunnel, traffic beside him slowing and stopping at the sounds of sirens and lights coming up behind them.
He zipped beyond the tunnel, back out into Boston Center. From the next exit’s on-ramp, he could see another cruiser entering the highway.
Reinforcements. A high speed chase in the middle of Boston wasn’t something the police overlooked. Not with the tense political climate these days and with Jeremy Chiccarini actively trying to eradicate the car clubs from Boston.
If I can smoke one cruiser, I can smoke two.
Except, this cruiser up ahead wasn’t attempting to chase him; it was staying to the side… off the road and blocking the shoulder. Glancing in the rearview, he noticed the cop behind him had slowed down even more. Still on his tail, but much further off in the distance, the blue and red lights little pinpricks in the dark night.
Up ahead he heard the whomp of a helicopter and a quick glance confirmed that it was not a news helicopter, but a police air monitor. Something was up. They had a plan.
Patrick chewed on what was left of the Pop Rocks in his mouth, enjoying the crunch as he thought hard.
No one was on the road up ahead—his tires. They must be trying to take out his tires. And that’s why the cruiser was blocking the shoulder, so that he couldn’t go around whatever they had set up.
Well, shit. This wasn’t good. Every exit was blocked leading up to the tire blowers and he was already two exits beyond where he was supposed to get off, heading toward North End now.
Patrick eased off the gas, slowing down. Tension was palpable in the air and he could see the cops positioned, guns ready from behind the car. The off ramp was just beyond the road block and they had barricaded the other ramp, cutting off civilian access to the highway.
Once he had slowed down enough, Patrick gripped the E-brake and with a deep breath and quick Hail Mary, he yanked it, spinning the car in the opposite direction. The flow of traffic behind him was at a crawl, staying far behind the scene and the cop that was on his tail continued its advance; this time face on. Shoving into fourth gear, Patrick accelerated once more, heading in the opposite direction of the highway flow and directly toward the flashing lights and headlights of the cop. It was a daring game of chicken, but one he knew he’d win. They had no idea if he was armed and shooting at him wasn’t an option.
He picked up speed, just above seventy; not too crazy. In his rearview mirrors, he saw the cops that had set up the barricade, scrambling to get into their car and chase him the other way. The helicopter over head, stayed just above him.
Perfect. Fast enough to cause alarm; but not so fast he would lose control.
Two thousand feet from the cop. One thousand. And as he hit jut a few hundred feet, he pulled the ebrake again, turning into the cove between the north and south highways where cops wait to pull you over. The tires screeched beneath him and he could only imagine the damage he was doing to this poor Toyota. A cop was waiting for him there, just as he had anticipated—but with Patrick going sixty in that turn and the cop standing still, it didn’t stand a chance.
Patrick slammed into the stagnant cop’s back bumper and turned onto the opposite highway, going in the other direction on I93, back with the flow of traffic.
No tire popping road blocks there. And as suspected, the cruisers following him couldn’t handle such a fast and unexpected turn.
Two down, one to go, he thought looking to the sky where the helicopter still tailed him. He took the next exit, sliding off it easily and though still speeding, he was cautious not to go too fast. Sticking about twenty above the speed limit. He was certain that on the police radio, they were calling in other cruisers to cut him off ahead. Patrick snaked his way through the city, traffic taking its toll on his speed and he dodged, weaving in and out of the right and left lanes while also taking unexpected turns that were completely unpredictable.
Though it took twice as long, he finally pulled up to a parking garage in the Government Center. He slammed into the red and white arm that was supposed to make you stop and take a ticket, cracking the damn thing right in half. Completely covered from the helicopter, he breathed a little easier as he raced up the ramp, curving around until he reached the third floor of the parking garage, safely out of view. He could hear the sirens behind him; the additional cruisers knowing just where he was pulling up. There was no time to fuck around. He didn’t even bother sliding the stolen car into a parking spot. Pulling his baseball hat lower over his eyes, he grabbed the rest of the Pop Rocks in his gloved hand, a few spilling onto the driver’s seat as he climbed out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut. Peeling his vest off, he shoved it into a messenger bag he carried and straightened his REO Speedwagon t-shirt, thankful that it wasn’t a Celine Dion concert that night at the Government Center. Walking quickly but casually, he made it to the elevator, one by one hitting the fire alarms along the way.
A roar of panic swept around him and below him at the government center as he stepped off the elevator into the sea of people exiting the concert. Fear and anxiety was a potent force and the crowd wasn’t walking anymore—they were running toward the exits. Half of them flooded the garage toward their cars to escape, the other half went to the train station or just straight ahead; anywhere to get to safety. Patrick kept pace with the crowd until he reached his car; his Pantera which he had parked in a dirt lot outside of the concert earlier that day. He slipped the attendant a twenty dollar bill and casually climbed inside, peeling his gloves off and tucking them in the dashboard.
It was going to take Patrick forever to get back to Southie, especially with all these road blocks. But if he kept to the speed limit and didn’t get pulled over, he should make it to Megan’s Pub in plenty of time to finish the drop off for Rig and the club.
He smiled, the exhilaration of the chase causing a series of excited shivers convulsing his body. Pulling out his burner phone, he texted Rig—his boss and President of HSC, his car club; his family. His home.
All’s well. No more cops should be wasting time near the docks tonight.
It only took a moment for Rig’s response to come in:
Good. Get your ass back to Southie. Deal is taking longer than I thought to secure, but I want you at Megan’s ready and waiting.
“Aye, aye, boss,” Patrick said with a mock salute to the phone. Then texted confirmation that he was on his way before he slid his vest back on and made his way back down to Southie.
And the night’s only begun, he thought.

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Katana Collins is lucky enough to love her day job almost as much as she loves writing. She splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir and newborn portraits and writing steamy romances in a variety of genres — paranormal, contemporary, new adult and suspense.

She bounces between living in New York and Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy… oh yeah, there’s a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.

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Beautiful Mess by Kasey Lane

Title: Beautiful Mess
Series: Rock ‘n’ Ink #2
Author: Kasey Lane
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Release Date: March 7, 2017
Blurb

When attorney Jami Dillon strides into the conference room to meet her new client, she’s stopped in her tracks by an all-too familiar figure. Jackson Paige. He’s her tall, tattooed, and sexy as hell hook up from law school-who also broke her heart. 

Hell’s bells.
Jackson Paige was, in fact, Jax Pain, the drummer of Manix Curse.
That thing in Jami’s chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.

Jackson Paige, aka Jax Pain, has worked hard to put that unfor-frickin-gettable fling behind him and the nasty secret that made him leave her. Truth is, life as the playboy drummer of Portland’s hottest metal band hasn’t helped him to forget the fiery, sexy woman who stole his heart. Lucky for him, Jami was just hired as his band’s new attorney. But when he sees the look on her face when she realizes who her new client is, Jax wonders if maybe being this close to her again isn’t such a great idea. The explosive chemistry is there, but so are the dark secrets…

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Award-winning author Kasey Lane writes sexy romances featuring music, hot guys with ink, kick ass women, and always a happily ever after. A California transplant, she lives with her high school crush turned husband, two smart, but devilish kids, two dumb-as-rocks Papillons, and a bunch of bossy chickens in the lush Oregon forest. Visit her at http://www.kaseylane.com/ where you’ll find her swearing too much and talking about the San Jose Sharks, tattoos, and Jack White.

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Between the secrets

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Between the Secrets, an all-new MM romance by S. Ferguson is coming March 16th!

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Sometimes the past won’t let you escape no matter how much your future wants you to.

Jake James lives in the shadows of his shame. The guilt for what he’s done, for what was done to him, has left him hollow and haunted.

Greg Bissen just wants Jake to let him in, having accepted who he is a long time ago, he is desperate to break through Jake’s defenses.

When danger and an agonizing loss threatens to tear them apart, will Jake let the burdens of his past crush him?

Or can love really conquer all, even if it’s hiding in between the secrets?

 

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Christa Lynn Chance of a lifetime


Title: Chance of a lifetime 

Author: Christa Lynn 

Genre: Romance 





After finding her husband in bed with another woman, Brooke Whitman decides to forgo the crying and depression and heads south to find herself. 

What she didn’t expect to find was Chance Evans. 

As Brooke tries to get her life in order, this sexy and dangerous younger man steps in and makes life harder for her, or does he make it easier?

Chance Evans is a bounty hunter working for the U.S. Coast Guard and is a take no prisoners kind of man. When Brooke appears in his hometown, lost and confused, he takes her under his wing. 

But danger lies off the coast of Destin, Florida and both Brooke and Chance are pulled out to sea. Things aren’t always as they seem and Brooke quickly learns that lesson. 

Will Brooke survive the turmoil and go back to Michigan? Or will she take the Chance of a Lifetime?














Christa Lynn is married and has a teenage son. She lives in the Atlanta, GA area and She enjoys reading and writing when she is not at her full time job. 





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Taming Evangeline Sale Blitz & Giveaway with CL Matthews

Title: Taming Evangeline
Author: CL Matthews
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Suspenseful Romance
Cover Designer: Sara Eirew
Models: Julio Elving & Ashley Edmund
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Blurb:
Lust, hate and death lurk in the darkness. Evangeline has stumbled upon secrets that put everyone she loves in danger.
As she attempts to untangle the web of lies that encircles her, two men from her past appear and begin to put things into perspective while complicating things in other ways. She has to decide who she can trust.
Can Gideon Blackwell, be the “fixer” that she needs? Or will Marcus Cagel uncover the underground organization of CK-21 and change everything?
One will be her undoing while the other will protect her above all else. When everything is on the line, the real question becomes; who will survive Evangeline Carpenter?
C.L. Matthews resides in Utah, the state with the best snow on earth. She is not a fan of the snow but loves her state just the same. She is known for her swag business and creative pieces. C.L. Matthews is a swag maker, book nerd, and new author, it isn’t an easy task but she wants to succeed in many things. Her hobbies consist of crafting, drinking coffee until she can’t consume any more, and reading until she falls asleep with books in her lap. C.L. Matthews is married to her childhood best friend, she got her happily ever after.
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Men fell at her feet, falling into her web of lust and mistakes. She pitied them and gave nothing to ease their torture. She lived off the facial expressions of men when she was done; knowing she satisfied them but never would again. Evangeline would leave in the middle of the night to hide the excitement that lit up in her dark irises, not wanting them knowing her plans, which were what kept her going every day. A broken heart wasn’t something you let go of like last night’s trash; it was a slow burn that constantly throbbed between her ribcage to remind her why she hated men so much.







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Change Me by Melissa Townsend.

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Author: Melissa Townsend
Title: Change Me
Series: Protector #2
Release Date: Feb 7, 2017
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Synopsis:
Macie Smith was eager to leave her hometown of Puyallup, Washington, after graduating high school. She knew there was no way around being a Protector like her brother, and she was okay with that. Macie knew in her heart that her purpose was to protect others; however, she refused to follow in her brother’s footsteps forever. She moved to Florida in hopes of finding herself. In the process, she found Jasper White.
Jasper was the polar opposite of the Protectors. Rather than feeling the pain of others like Macie and her brother, he was usually the one to cause it: Jasper was a Raider. He’d spent the last three years being a real-life bad boy. When he first laid eyes on Macie, he instantly knew he wanted her…until he found out she was a Protector. He had already had a few run ins with other Protectors, and to say they were enemies would be putting it lightly. He knew he didn’t stand a chance with Macie, but he couldn’t stay away. He would have to change his Raider ways in order to make her his.
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The smile he had been wearing had disappeared and the indifferent look in his eyes had been replaced with… was that desire? I felt my stomach flop when he took a step toward me. I inhaled a deep breath when he took another step. His face was inches from mine and I wanted to be unaffected. Or at least make him think I was unaffected by him. He reached out and ran his fingers down the length of my arm. Chill bumps followed behind his touch and I cursed my body for being such a trader. He slowly started to lean closer to me, his head was lowering and his gaze was fixed on my lips. I licked them involuntarily and slowly raised onto my tip toes. His lips touched mine and my entire body started to tingle.
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From a rural community in southern Oklahoma, Melissa Townsend is a married dental assistant with one child; and on the surface, the picture of today’s ordinary working wife and mother from Smalltown, U.S.A.
As a busy mom, she initially found her escape in reading. It is just in the past few years that she’s found her passion and enjoyment of telling her own stories. Having never travelled or experienced much beyond the realm of country-living, Melissa finds herself taking journeys through an array of genres and different writing styles. Don’t let her quiet, small town, ordinary demeanor mislead you. Sit with her for very long and you will quickly discover her wit, dry sense of humor, and unique perception of the world around her. It’s these characteristics spieled out into her stories that define her writing style and will keep you wanting more.
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The Billionaire Takes All

A-list movie star and billionaire JulianSinclair
learned from past tragedy that life doesn’t come with multiple takes.
Now that he’s figured out what he wants—in the lush form of redheaded
Kristin Moore—he’s got one chance to claim it. Between working as a
medical assistant and filling in at her parents’ bar, Kristin has no
time for pleasure. So Julian is bringing her to his brother’s Vegas
wedding, where their mutual attraction can finally get a starring role.
What happened in Vegas has followed Kristin right back to Amesport,
Maine. In the space of one magical weekend, the leading man in all her
X-rated fantasies whisked her off to Sin City for breathtaking sex,
followed by an “accidental” marriage she doesn’t remember. Kristin fully
expects Julian to demand a quickie divorce. But instead he’s daring her
to go all-in. To gamble everything on a love that might be too good to
be true…or the best, wildest adventure of their lives.
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J.S.
Scott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy
romance. She’s an avid reader of all types of books and literature.
Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary
steamy romance stories and paranormal romance erotics. They almost
always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she
just can’t seem to write them any other way!