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Fractured Hearts (Grimm Wolves, 7) by DM Earl

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“Celee, never give up your power, sweetheart. Only you know what you want to do. I get it, it’s hard sometimes to make decisions, but if you allow others to do that for you forever, you will never do what you want. I’d rather you tell me ‘I’m not sure, let’s get gas and we can decide then.’ I do know where you’re coming from believe me, that’s why I’m telling you this. So, Celee, are we stopping or going for a bit longer?”

I smile inside because Frank is a good guy, one in a million, and I don’t know how I got so lucky being so stupid. God, I could have ended up with a murderer or a rapist, but instead I found the one biker who seems to have a soft heart and an old soul.

“Frank, why don’t we stop at the next big truck stop, fill up, and see how we both feel? Sound good?”
He laughs instantly, which has me giggling. This right here. It’s so easy to be with him since he doesn’t make me feel stupid, or worse, worthless. Well, maybe he will if he ever hears my entire story.

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DINGO

Laughter is the best medicine. I make sure to always deliver the fun and crazy while hiding my pain behind it. It’s who I am and what I do. I also work my butt off for the Grimm Wolves MC brothers, trying to prove myself as more than just a prospect. But even the toughest of the tough need to let loose every now and then.  I know that more than anyone after the world of hurt I’ve experienced.  

CELEE

A chance encounter in a chat room just may be the saving grace I’ve needed all along. My father’s enemies are closing in, and my time just might be running out.  Thank God Dingo and his brothers will do anything to keep me safe–even if it means going up against the most vile of criminals around. But the more Dingo tries to protect me, the more I know he’s hurting too. 

Can two fractured hearts find a way to heal together?   

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“And that’s not even the best part,” Cash grinned.
“And what is the best part?”
“Well, during this campaign, they’ll be traveling around to various locations. She’ll need someone by her side twenty-four, seven.”
“That’s usually what we do,” I said, still not understanding.
“And…let’s see, what’s the best way to put this?” he said with glee, leaning back on his heels. “Nobody else wants to model with her. After what happened, all the male models backed out.”
My face drained of color as he continued to stare at me. I swallowed hard as Scottie snorted under his breath. “You…you want me to…”
“That’s right. I showed your picture to the photographer Emilio. He happens to love you. He said you had great bone structure and your hair is perfection.”
“No,” I said immediately, shaking my head in denial. “I’m not a model. I protect people, but I do not take pictures.”
“You won’t be taking them,” he grinned. “You’ll be posing beside the lovely Juliette. See, this way, the job continues and we can catch whoever’s after her. And as an added bonus, no one will suspect you’re protecting her because you’re in the photo shoot. Isn’t that brilliant?”
I wanted to smack the smile off his face. “This is not brilliant. It’s horrible and terrible and…atrocious and…”
“Terrible?” he asked.
“Exactly. Made Edu do it.”
“Yeah, they didn’t want him,” Cash tsked. “I know it’s not fair. They said he didn’t have the right look. They love your long hair. Oh, and your tattoos. You have that…tempting look.”
“I’ll cut my hair off,” I said quickly, my heart pounding out of control.
“Too late. I’ve already removed all the scissors and told the salon they aren’t allowed to cut your hair. And…” He slid another document my way. “It’s in the contract. Neat and tidy, just as you like it.”
I flipped through it, swallowing hard as I read what was inside. This wasn’t fair. I didn’t want my face plastered all over everything. My head snapped up and I narrowed my eyes at him. “You can’t do this. It would expose my identity.”
His grin grew wider. “Exactly my concern, which is why you’ll be known on this job as…” He paused for dramatic effect, then said, “Royal Forsythe!”
Everyone in the room aside from me burst into laughter. The blood drained from my face as I stared at Cash in disbelief. “That’s just mean.”
“It’s the job,” he grinned.
“Boss, not a single person will take me seriously with a name like that!”
“That’s the brilliance of this plan,” he laughed. “It can’t fail.”
I shoved out of my seat, about to give him a piece of my mind when Scottie held up his hands. “Quiet, everyone! The king is about to speak.”
They all roared with laughter. I glared at them, but it made no difference.
“I’m not doing it, and you can’t make me.”
He nodded somberly. “You’re right. I can’t make you do it. After all, it’s not like it’s a real job, right? I mean, it’s only a woman’s life on the line. She’s just a model, though. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
“But—” I had no argument other than I really didn’t want to be a model. I did it to myself the day I decided to grow out my hair. I clenched my jaw, refusing to do this his way. “Fine, I’ll do it, but I can guarantee you’re going to regret this.”
He tossed back his head and laughed at me. “I sincerely doubt that.”
“Yeah, and just think of how you can order around your servants while on location,” Thumper jeered.
“Maybe you can borrow a tiara from Anna,” Fox laughed.
“Alright, alright,” Brock stood, motioning for everyone to quiet down. “That’s enough. We all know that if any of us were in the same position, we’d be just as against doing this job. Let’s try our best to support him in his hour of distress.”
I cleared my throat, grateful for the way he stepped up. “Thank you, Brock. That means a lot—”
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The man’s on a mission. But that’s about to get derailed, bigtime.

Gruff ʼn tough pipeline worker Frank ‘Oil Can’ Frazier has saved up his hard-earned cash, jetting from Anchorage to the Riviera to mend a bitter rift with a buddy—or get a busted jaw for his efforts. Little does he dream that an overdue olive branch will have him falling hard for the dark-eyed beauty seated beside him with a tale of her own. When an in-flight emergency detours the plane to the middle of nowhere, an overnighter with Little Miss 14B beckons, and O.C.’s hot fantasies become reality. Looks like this bad boy’s rewriting his travel plans…

A grief-filled escape turns into a delicious adventure before her seatbelt is fastened.

Newly orphaned traveler Reina Vasava is sticking pins on a map, hopscotching around the globe in an all-out attempt to bury her sorrow. Her solo status upgrades to a most do-able double after she buckles in next to a burly mountain brooding in the window seat. This foulmouthed beardie is her alpha king personified, and an awkward flirtation swiftly morphs into what feels like the real deal. All’s fun in and out of the Mediterranean sun until an unsavory secret is revealed, and the merde hits the fan with a ‘splat!’

Can mistakes from the past be forgiven? Or will a perfect passion face the guillotine?

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Standing over the sink, I splashed my face with cold water, silently gritting commands to my reflection.

Come on, you got the whole damn evening to get through, bunkered in these four walls with a s3x kitten minus a bra. You can’t even hack the first three minutes? Hello, this was your bright idea, was it not?

I sucked in a few deep breaths and exited, almost swallowing my tongue when the first thing I spied was Reina sprawled on one half of the big bed; black boots on white lace, an array of snacks spread around her in a crescent.

“Dig in! There’s only that one hard chair near the wall, so I figured this was a better spot for our picnic. I set your beer on your nightstand.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Neck hot, I plodded to the far side of the king, gingerly perching on its edge. Cracking the brew, I took a long gulp, mumbling without turning.

“Tastes good.” A soft voice replied, and I felt the mattress bounce as Reina patted its surface.

“Stretch out, Frank. I have a smorgasbord here.”

“Nah, I… my boots.”

“Kick them off, or don’t, no big deal. I still have mine on. So what if we mess up the spread a little? It’s got to be washable, what with the amount of guests traipsing in and out of the place.”

I couldn’t think of another excuse off the cuff, other than the truthful, “I’m afraid if I get horizontal next to your amazing, smokin’ bod, I’ll ravage you on the spot and break your pu$$y in half.” So I obeyed, kicking my legs up onto the lace and easing back against soft pillows.

Reina slithered onto her right hip, pushing packets of junk toward me.

“Choose your grease and fat, sir. I’ve already sampled the cookies, and they get a thumbs-up. Chock-full of chips, nice and crunchy.”

I blinked, my gaze flicking over her smiling mouth, her t!+s, her curvy legs in their clinging tights. Take my pick? Sure thing, baby, but it ain’t gonna be any of that manufactured crap.

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Title: I Could Never
Author: Penelope Ward
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Tropes: Forbidden Romance/Enemies to Lovers
Release Date: August 21, 2023


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From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward comes a new forbidden, enemies-to-lovers story…

It all started with an unexpected phone call.
Two years after my fiancé passed away in an accident, his father died suddenly, leaving Brad’s adult, special-needs brother with no one to care for him.
The next thing I knew, I was on a cross-country drive to New Hampshire where I’d be moving in to look after Scottie until I could get him into a group home.
The last thing I ever expected?
I wouldn’t be taking care of him alone.
Josh Mathers, my fiance’s best friend—who also happened to be my sworn enemy—insisted he was the better person for the job. He told me to go back to California, and I told him where he could stick that demand.
Our disdain for each other wasn’t anything new. It dated back to a text I’d accidentally read years ago.
We hated each other. But we both loved Scottie, so neither of us budged.
Now we were living together in a tiny house—with one available bedroom. Thank goodness it was only temporary.
Over time, I realized the broody jerk I thought I knew was different than I’d imagined.
I found myself slowly growing attached to someone I once considered the enemy…and growing attracted to him.
Sure, both of us were guilt-ridden over Brad. We were also two grown people with pent-up frustration toward one another—stuck in a cabin in the woods.
But this was Josh.
I could never.







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Josh sat at the table, casually having coffee as I walked into the house after my drive home from the salon. The smell of cigarettes emanated from him. He hadn’t smelled like that since the first day he arrived.
“Where’s Scottie?” I asked.
“In his room,” he answered without making eye contact.
I stated the obvious. “You smell like smoke.”
“Must be the firewood.” He brought his mug to his mouth.
“Bullsh*t. The pellet stove doesn’t emit any fumes.”
“Yeah. I caved and had one. Big deal.” He pointed toward the door. “I did it outside, though, while keeping an eye on Scottie through the window.”
“You’d been doing so well. What happened?”
He still wasn’t looking at me, and instead stared straight ahead. “Just human, I guess.”
Then something in front of him on the table caught my attention: pieces of ripped pages piled atop…my journal.
A rush of adrenaline shot through me. “Why do you have that?”
“It’s apparently your diary.”
“I’m quite aware of that.” My heart began to pound. “You were snooping in my room?”
He shot daggers at me. “Think, Carly. Of the two guys in this house, who is the one more likely to have been ransacking your room?”
“You were supposed to be watching him while I was at the salon,” I yelled.
“God forbid I take a piss in peace. Is it not bad enough that I’m showering with him now? Getting my balls tugged?”
I wanted to laugh, but this moment was far from funny.
“Scottie ripped those pages out?”
“The notebook is bright orange, like his iPad cover. Probably caught his attention. The drawer next to your bed was open, so he must have gone in there. I assume that’s where you kept it. Admittedly, I’d been letting him hang out in your room, but you sometimes do, too. I went to check on him, make sure he wasn’t doing anything bad, and found those pages strewn about.” A vein popped in his neck.
Josh was angry. Why? I should’ve been the angry one.
“Did you read it?”
“I only happened to see what was on the pages he ripped. I didn’t read anything else once I figured out what the hell it was.”
This is bad. Starting to sweat, I asked, “But how much did you see?”
He stood up from his seat and slowly approached me. With each step he took toward me, I took one back. When we could go no farther, he placed his arms on either side of me, leaning his hands against the wall. And I forgot how to breathe.
Fear. Arousal. Embarrassment. You name it, I was feeling it right now. Every emotion hit me at once.
His breath grazed my face. “How much did I actually see?” He paused. “Enough to know you think I’m an evil pig.”
Ugh. No. Now his anger made sense.
When he backed away, I walked over to the ripped pages on the table and sifted through them.
“It’s the last one, for reference,” he noted.
I read what I’d written the other night.






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

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

With over two million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.


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Excerpt Reveal: Ablaze by Swati MH

Title: Ablaze
Series: Elements of Rapture Series
Author: Swati MH
Genre: Brother’s Best Friend, Friends to Lovers, One Bed/One Night, Firefighter, Age Gap Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2023
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling


Prologue: Dean – Present Day


Embers dart up into the breeze as the fire crackles like an old staticky radio. The scent of burning logs entangles with the familiar perfume of towering pines and moss tickles my senses. It’s a scent that should relax me. A scent I’ve known for so long, I’d sometimes pretend I could smell it, only to be able to drift off to sleep.


Today, though, it seems foreign, completely wrong and unwelcomed. A scent that’s captured me in a chokehold so I can neither inhale it nor heave it out. 


It’s just stuck.


Taking another sip of my beer and placing the bottle in the sand, I strum her favorite melody on my guitar, Storms by Fleetwood Mac. The melody she taught me to play at ten when she gifted me my first guitar. 


It’s still hard to believe she’s gone, the earth settling her in, wrapping her in its embrace for eternity. It’s hard to believe I won’t be exchanging new recipes and old songs, new expressions and old memories with her ever again. The woman I gave my heart to only minutes out of the womb almost forty years ago–the one who raised me right along with my mother. The grandmother who was so much more than her title. 


My brother, Darian, throws a small stick into the fire before leaning back on his Adirondack chair and entangling his hand with his wife, Rani’s. He might only be mine and Garrett’s half-brother, but I’d caution anyone who said we didn’t have the same blood running through our veins. He may not have been Grams’ grandson, but she treated him just the same. “I still remember when I spent part of a summer here when I was eight or nine. Every single night, your grandparents would watch WWE religiously.”  


Garrett chuckles but my chest tightens with memories of Grams and Grandpa exchanging their picks for who’d win the match. No one loved wrestling more than Grams, and no one could convince her it wasn’t real. 


I still remember how she’d have dinner prepared extra early on nights when her favorite wrestlers were going to be on. Garrett and I spent so many of our childhood summers at this lake house, sitting knees-crossed on the couch, snuggled on either side of her. We’d cheer and boo right along with Grams, even though we knew the whole match was rigged.


“She was a kooky little thing.” I try to chuckle, but it comes out all wrong with a choked inhale. I’m just about to take another swig of my beer to soothe the sand inside my throat when her soft hand grasps mine. 


Her. The fucking enigma I’ve spent nine years of my life trying to crack. 


The woman who packed up her things and got ready to leave without so much as a discussion with me–the man she claims to be her best friend. The woman who set my heart ablaze the same day she quelled the pyre. The woman who changed me day-by-fucking-day, just to unravel me in one fucking night.


A night she told me to forget, to chalk it up as a blip in our history, a moment–or rather, six fucking hours–of lowered inhibitions and bad decisions. A night that’s replaced the scent of burning logs and pine that used to help me drift off to sleep. Because if I can’t have the source, then the memories will have to suffice.


I pull my hand from her grasp, blinking back tears. 


Loss. The fucking loss of it all. 


My two best friends. A woman I just buried, and a woman whose touch I can’t bury, no matter how hard I try.


We’ve shared a room together for the past four days we’ve been at Grams’s lake house, and even though I knew we should talk–something that used to be as natural as blinking or breathing–I shut her down each time. 


Because she tried. She tried to talk to me, to tell me whatever her fucked-up reasoning was for not being back home–with me–but I couldn’t listen to the same bullshit again. So, aside from the times she held me in her arms, letting me mourn my grandmother while soothing me with her soft whispers well into the morning, we haven’t spoken a single word.


Because, really, there’s nothing to say, is there? 


How could there be when she said it all so clearly that day?


Rani yawns before telling us she’ll see us in the morning when we’re all ready to head back home, and Darian follows after her like the lovesick puppy he is. Meanwhile, Garrett and Bella whisper God knows what to each other across from me on the other side of the fire. My twin brother might have married the woman sitting in his lap on a drunken whim, but the only thing I’ve seen him drunk on over the past four years is her. 


Mala shifts in her chair before standing, her bare legs covered with goosebumps. No matter what the weather is, the woman has always had a vendetta against pants. She pulls the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt over her hands and wraps her arms around her chest. “I think I’m going to take a little stroll around the beach.” 


I watch her leave as the breeze picks up her shiny black hair–hair that looks and feels like spun silk. Her sneakered feet make small indentations in the sand as her hips sway with a lilt of their own. 


Garrett and I exchange a glance, a silent message spoken and heard only by us. One that urges me to stop being the idiot he thinks I’m being. 


But he has no clue. No one does. 


It’s not that I can’t tell him–hell, he and Darian would be the first ones I’d tell if I committed murder and hid the body–but some fears can’t be voiced. Some fears are for you to grapple with all on your own.


I pluck the guitar strings a few more times before the weight of the breeze threatens to snuff the oxygen inside my lungs. Placing my guitar on the sand, I lean it against my chair and give my brother a nod before running after her. 


The stars twinkle like a dusting of diamonds in the moonlit sky, the ripples in the lake overpowering the crackles of the fire behind me. 


It doesn’t take long to find her, sitting on the beach with her bare knees drawn close to her chest, wrapped inside her covered arms like a blanket. I know she’s cold, but for as long as I’ve known her, she’s preferred it that way, claiming heat has always felt too suffocating to her. 


I suppose I can’t blame her, especially not when you’ve lived through the horror she’s experienced.


As if she can feel me, she turns to watch me walk toward her before a wisp of hair gets caught between her lips and she pulls it off to tuck it behind her ear, darting her gaze away from mine. 


“You promised you wouldn’t run away,” I start. “You promised to–”


“No, Dean.” She shuffles to her feet quicker than I would have thought possible given how cold she looked. “You fucking promised. You promised nothing would change. You promised that night wouldn’t affect us. Remember that? But it did, didn’t it? It changed everything! And all the years prior to that, when you told me you couldn’t, wouldn’t mess up what we have . . . or should I say, what we had?” She points between us. “What happened to that promise, huh?” She looks over at the lake with rage in her eyes. “I waited for you. Eight fucking years I stood on the sidelines, waiting for you . . .”


“Yeah?” I yell. “As if I fucking didn’t? You think you’re the only one who had front-row seats to watch a show you never wanted to see?”


She takes a step closer, her nostrils flaring. “So why didn’t you say anything when you had the chance? Why wait until I was finally moving on?” 


“Moving on? Is that what you call it, sprinkles?” I chuckle mirthlessly. “Because the way I see it, you weren’t moving on; you were running.”


Her eyes sharpen on me. “Yeah, okay, I was running. But have you taken even one moment to consider why? Or is that too hard for you to do, given your brick of a brain?” She seethes. “I was running because I was fucking tired. Tired of waiting, tired of wanting and wishing–” 


I heave in a shaky breath, letting the cold air compress my lungs as I hang on her words for dear life. Words she’s cut off, like if she says them, they’ll float away with the wind. “Wishing for what?”


She shakes her head, wiping her cheek with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, but the moment she does, another tear falls to replace it. “It doesn’t matter.” She chuckles hoarsely. “Why would it matter? I’m not the one who can make it matter. I never have been.”


I close the distance between us, rounding my palms over her biceps and making her look up at me. “Wishing for what, Mala? Say it.”


She sniffles, her tear-stained cheeks shining under the silvery effulgence of the night. Her frown intensifies as she whispers, “For it to be me.”






Nine years . . . That’s how long I’ve secretly loved my brother’s best friend. A man who fights fires for a living but sets me ablaze with nothing but a cocky grin.

Dean Meyer has made it clear that we’re just friends–best friends. So when we get stranded in an epic snowstorm, sharing one bed in a roadside motel, what could go wrong?

Everything.

We may have blurred the lines over the past nine years, but we’d never crossed them. Not the way we did that night.

He promised nothing would change. That he’d forget every kiss and every touch, every whimper and every moan. He promised we’d walk out the door and go back to the way things were.

He promised . . . but he lied.

And now, a year of missed calls and unanswered texts later, we find ourselves forced back together again.

Will the fire still burn between us, or did that one night’s blaze leave us with nothing but ashes?



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EXCERPT REVEAL : Fate After Fame by Amber Kelly

❄️ 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋 ❄️𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 by Amber Kelly releases on August 31st! We are thrilled to share an excerpt with you! Preorder your copy of this enemies to lovers, forced proximity, small town romance today!https://mybook.to/riseafterfall


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EXCERPT: “You haven’t lived until you’ve had a scorching marshmallow with a melting kiss on a ginger snap. Trust me,” she says.I lean into her until our lips are a hair’s breadth from touching.“A melting kiss, huh?”She grins.“Or a melting marshmallow and scorching kiss.”“Now you’re just teasing me,” I accuse.I add my marshmallow to the top of the kiss and she smashes it together with another ginger snap.Cocking an eyebrow she offers the sandwiched treat to me.I take a bite.“Well?” she asks.“Delicious.”She takes a bite herself and moans.“Oh, my god, so good.”I reach up and swipe at a dollop of melted chocolate on her chin and lick it from my fingertip.She swallows and I watch as the pulse at her throat quickens.“Can I have another bite?” I ask.She nods and holds the cookie out to me.I lean in and nip at her wrist.She drops the treat to the floor and I cup her neck with my left hand and pull her lips to mine.
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Since I was a little girl, raising my younger sister had always been my main priority. I never imagined, however, that taking care of her would put me in danger.
Men came for her, but kidnapped me instead by mistake.
Then he rescued me, and on that day, he claimed me.
Andrey is mine just as much as I am his.

𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘆
The second her eyes met mine I saw the fear in them. But just as well, I saw her will to fight and survive. It was a feeling I recognized all too well.

At that moment, I knew she was mine. I knew she was made for me and I was going to do whatever it took to make sure the whole world knew it.

He was coming for her, and I say, let him.
It will be his 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 mistake.
Soon enough he’ll realize that she is 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

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“I have a proposition for you, though I’m not sure you’re smart enough to take it. We like to keep our business contracts within our circle. Going outside is usually messy, but we’re willing to do it when someone fucks up. O’Toole fucked up big time. No one is very willing to do business right now, but I could grease the wheels and make sure they only do business with you. If you’re a smart man, you’ll accept my help. If you’re not, you’re going to find yourself out of business very quickly.”

And dead at the bottom of a river. That was implied.

“And if I accept? What are your demands?”

His lips quirked up. “I wouldn’t call it a demand. More like a stipulation. I need to know the men I’m working with are just as aware of the risks involved and willing to risk what’s necessary to make this a successful business venture. However, since you’re new to our organization, I require something more…personal.”

My insides clenched as he spoke. Whatever he wanted, it wasn’t going to be good. But if I didn’t go along, I wouldn’t be around much longer.

“And what’s that?” I asked smoothly.

He snapped his fingers, not bothering to look behind him at the guards. I heard a scream as the woman was dragged out of her chair and hauled over to Buchanan’s side. She kicked at the guard, desperately trying to escape his grasp, but he was too strong for her efforts to be fruitful. She stilled, but her breaths huffed out as she stared at Buchanan with anger in her eyes.

“This is my daughter, Jade.” His eyes glittered with mirth as I stared at him. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but now I was even more confused than before.

I nodded at the daughter, who only sneered at me. My eyes narrowed, but inside, I was dying with laughter. I’d seen that look before from some of the women at OPS. Seeing her reminded me of my life before I agreed to this crazy mission.

“Jade has disgraced her family, and she has paid for it, but now she’s not a good choice for any of the men I would have considered for her.”

“And why’s that?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why is she not suitable for them?”

“Because she’s tarnished.”

Whatever the fuck that meant. “And?”

He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly not liking my tone of voice. Well, I didn’t care for any of this conversation.

“If you want to prove yourself to me and have my help, you will marry her.”

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EXCERPT REVEAL: Love…It’s Messy by Jeannine Colette

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💍Wedding Planner Heroine

🚒Handsome FirefighterHero

👩‍👧Single Parent

🏡Small Town Romance

🔥Slow Burn

💞Emotional Twists & Turns

‼️ Dynamic Side Characters

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“So, you don’t date at all?”

My dating life isn’t his business. While I don’t owe him an explanation, I very well can’t have him believe I work myself to the bone most weekends in order to avoid the dating scene altogether. 

“I’ve gone on a few dates since Ainsley was a year old. Nothing that made it past dessert. I don’t have time to waste on a relationship that might go somewhere. The other night, for example, I went out with a very nice doctor.”

He clears his throat. “Will there be a second date?”

“No,” I state simply.

Luke acts like he understands why. “Dull date, huh? Bummer.” 

“The opposite. He was really lovely. Please don’t make fun of me. Melissa gave me grief for my adjective of lovely when describing my date with Eric. For me, lovely is good.”

Luke pauses. I stop as well and look up into his navy eyes, then at his firm features and the confident set of his shoulders. 

“Can I ask you a question?” he asks, and I raise my shoulders with a nod. “When I took you out on the beach …” He broods, and I wonder where this is going. “Would you have considered that night we danced with our toes in the sand and laughed until the tide rolled in lovely?”

I fight the shaky way my breath wants to come out and remain steady. “No.” 

“Better than lovely?”

“Luke—”

“Just helping you compare it to something. What would you have said it was?”

Different, I want to say. Sweet. Sexy. Exhilarating. 

Absolutely perfect.

“It wasn’t a date, but it was fun.”

“Fun,” he muses. “Okay, I need to know then, if that wasn’t a date, what about the afternoon we spent on a catamaran, laughing our asses off in the sun and drinking in the salty air? You were too scared to do it, but you jumped off that cliff. When you hit the water, I was certain you were going to scream at me for pushing you off. I followed and climbed onto the catamaran, ready for a scolding. Instead, you kissed me, and it was the wildest, most passionate kiss in the world. If that wasn’t a first date, then I don’t know what is.”

I want to punch him for bringing up what was single-handedly the best kiss I’d ever had in my life. I also want to kiss him for remembering it all. I was sure he had forgotten the details. 

“Exciting,” I answer. “Too exciting, if I recall.”

The glimmer in his eyes dissipates as he takes in my words.

“Exciting didn’t seem to pan out. Maybe lovely is good for you.” Luke turns away but waits for me to start walking before following in step. “Do I make you uncomfortable when I bring up the past?” 

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