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Title: Love Me Like This
Author: Lola StVil
Genre: Single Dad/Small Town Romance
Release Date: November 20, 2018



Blurb

We just added something to your “To do list”, you’re welcome.

He’s an Alpha’s Alpha. And he will do whatever it takes to keep his family safe.

My son is my world. I am raising him to be on high alert about his surroundings at all times. I’m a former SEAL; it’s in my blood. I maintain suspicion about change. Yet the new girl in town, Ryan Shaw, caught me off guard.

Ryan is witty, with soft curves and a big heart. The moment our eyes meet, she wakes something in me I thought had died—hope. And when she volunteers to tutor my son, I marvel at how much my little guy loves her. It turns out he’s not the only one whose taken by her. In fact, the more I get to know her, the more I want her; not just in bed, but in our lives. I never thought a guy with a past like mine, would ever find love. But now that I have, there’s no way I’m gonna let anyone take it from me.

Enemies from my past are out to destroy everything I’ve built, but they have no idea how far I will go to protect the ones I love…

This steamy romance is a roller coaster ride that will make you laugh, make you hot, and even make you shed a few tears. It’s a full-length standalone novel. You do not have to read the book that came before this one. NO cheating, NO cliffhangers, and a guaranteed Happily-ever-after! This book has adult content for ages 18 and over.







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Excerpt

I stand by the hood of her car. She’s so close to me I can smell her—an intoxicating mix of sweet vanilla, strawberries, and a musky smell that makes me want to reach out, bend her over, and fuck her right here in the street. Fuck, I can almost taste her.
I can’t help but wonder if I’m having the same effect on her. The way she’s frowning up at me like she’s ready to get the mace back out tells me I’m not.
“Well?” she demands. “Are you going to fix it or not?”
“Look, I’m good, but I’m not a miracle worker,” I say.
Her frown deepens, but now it’s focused on the car instead of me.
“It’s that bad?” she asks.
“I wouldn’t know. I can’t see through the hood,” I smirk.
“I … Oh. Yes. Of course,” she stutters.
She runs a hand through her hair, and I feel my insides knot even tighter. What I wouldn’t give for that to be my hand in her hair instead of hers. And it wouldn’t stay there long. I would move it down, trailing my fingers over her neck and …
Fuck, get a grip, man. I clear my throat.
 “Hi,” she says.
I look up to see who she’s talking to and I’m surprised to see Max standing beside us, grinning up at Ryan.
Dammit. I told him to stay inside. I feel a surge of anger. Not at him; he’s seven and curious. The anger is at myself. I was so caught up in Ryan I didn’t realize he had joined us. I allowed myself to lose my concentration and the consequences of that could be…I don’t even want to think about what they could be.
“I told you to stay inside,” I snap.
Max’s grin slips a little, and I hate myself for taking my anger out on him. My tone softens.
“Why don’t you go back inside? I won’t be long here.”
“I want to talk to your friend,” Max says.
I swear he puts a weird emphasis on friend like he somehow knows I want to be much more than friends with Ryan. Before I can say anything, Ryan smiles and extends her hand to Max.
“I’m Ryan,” she announces.
Max shakes her hand formally.
“Max,” he replies. “I really like your name.”
He handled that better than I did. Maybe I should be getting lessons from him.
“Do you go to St Theresa’s?” Ryan asks him.
I feel my heart skip a beat. How does she know that? Is she a part of the Company? Is this the day I’ve been dreading?
Max is nodding his head before I can stop him.
“Yes. I’m in Mrs. Berry’s class,” he announces.
It seems that all the training in the world goes out the window for both of us just because a pretty girl smiles at us.
“I start working there on Monday,” she tells Max.
I feel relief flood me. She didn’t know Max went there. She doesn’t know who I am or who he is. She was just assuming because of his age.
“You’re a teacher?” I ask.
“Teacher’s assistant. I’ll be helping some of the younger kids with their English,” she tells me.
“Well damn, teachers have changed since I was at school,” I blurt out.
Ryan and Max both look at me, stunned at my words. They continue their conversation as I go back to the car.
If my teacher had looked like Ryan, I don’t think I would have gotten much of anything done. Pretty much like now. The more I try to focus on the engine, the less I seem to be able to focus on anything but Ryan’s collarbone, and how she would writhe beneath me as I ran my tongue over it, moving down lower until she was screaming for more.
I realize my gaze has definitely left her face and I jerk my eyes back up to meet hers, expecting a lecture. Instead, she gives me an amused smile.
“Seen something interesting?” she asks.
“He will have. Every time he gets under the hood of a car he finds something to distract him,” Max replies, digging me out of the hole I’m in.
“What he said,” I add with what I hope is a charming smile because we both know we’re not really talking about the car engine when I go on. “There’s definitely something here that I’d like to get my hands on.”



Author Bio


Lola StVil is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who writes Fantasy in addition to Contemporary romance. She has written over a dozen books and loves taking her readers on an emotional roller coaster ride. She is currently living in California and enjoys staying in touch with her readers.


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