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The Pickup by Nikki Ash

Title: The Pickup
Series: Imperfect Love Book 1
Author: Nikki Ash
Genre: Sports Romance Standalone
Release Date: February 7, 2019 Cover Image: Sara Eirew Photography Cover Designer: Jersey Girl Designs
Somebody once said we don’t decide who we love. The world decides for us. But I disagree.
I believe love is a decision.
Who we love, how we love.
It’s in our control–in our hands.
I grew up having no clue about the true meaning of love. Money. Cars. Houses. Status. Fame. That’s what love means to the people around me.
It wasn’t until the woman I picked up in a bar came back into my life and showed me love can be so much more.
So, what’s the problem?
The woman I’m falling in love with believes in fairytales. She compares everything to a storybook and wants the happily-ever-after.
So while she’s stuck on recreating stories that have already been told, page by page, I’m showing her it’s time we write our own book.
Nobody ever said the journey of falling in love would be easy, just that it would be worth it.
“Here ya go!” He flings the DVD at me. “Planning to become one with your inner-princess self?” He chuckles and plops his ass onto the couch.
“Fuck you. I need to see how it goes.”
“How the movie goes? I can give you a play-by-play. My niece makes me watch this crap every time I babysit, so my brother and his wife can go out for some adult time. The girl seeks love, there’s an evil queen who tries to fuck it up, there’s a throw down of some sort, the prince saves her, and they live happily ever after. The end.”
I stare at him in silence. Clearly, there’s more to this shit than that. “Let’s just watch the damn movie.”
“First tell me why,” Killian insists.
“Liv’s dad said she wants the fairytale. He even compared it to a Disney movie. Usually the key to a woman’s heart is through my bank account, but not when it comes to Liv. She’s not letting me in. So, I’m going to figure out how to give it to her.”
“The bank account?”
“No! The fairytale!”
“You’re fucking nuts, man. Fairytale’s aren’t real. What you need to watch is Daddy’s Home.” He cackles, and I lift one brow, silently asking him to explain. “You know…the one where the dad and the stepdad are forced to get along. It’s hilarious and more accurate in our generation.”
“What happens in the movie?”
“The stepdad wants the kids to love him, but the real dad comes in and messes it up. Eventually they all co-exist.”
I grab my pillow and throw it at him. “I’m not preparing for Olivia to end up with another guy!”
“You really like this woman, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. I really liked her when I spent the night with her, but as you know, she left without leaving her number. Now I feel like I’ve been given a second chance, and I don’t want to fuck it up. She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Damn…going soft on me.” Killian laughs.
“Shut the hell up. Now watch this fucking movie with me or leave.”
“Fine…but after your fairytale shit doesn’t work, we’re watching Daddy’s Home.”
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Until by Danielle Norman

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“What happens in Vegas? Well, in Danielle Norman’s Until, it’s a whole lot of steamy, sexy, sassy fun in this absolutely delicious rom-com with a taboo (sort of!) twist! An absolute winner!” New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner The gang returns… I’m Stella Lang, everyone thinks of me as the sassy one, the one who’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind, but the truth is…I’m scared. Scared of being rejected. Scared of having my heart broken all by one man…Tristan Christakos. He’s a doctor at the hospital where I work. I’m close to his entire family – his brothers are married to my best friends and his cousin is married to my brother. Interwoven? Yeah…you could say that. If things didn’t work out between us, a lot of people would be hurt. So what do you do when there’s sexual tension? You’re alone in Vegas? And a life altering secret has landed in your hands? **Until is the final installment of The Iron Orchids Series but may be read and enjoyed as a standalone contemporary romance / rom-com!

Chapter One Stella

Stopping in front of the large faux-wood door that read: Staff Administration, I took a deep breath and then knocked.
“Come in.”
One step into the room, I froze because sitting in one of the chairs was Dr. McCreamy, otherwise known as Tristan Christakos, the most gorgeous man to ever walk the planet, the bane of my existence, and the best one-night stand ever. Yeah, he was a mistake that I’d happily make or should I say do again.
Fuck.
Tristan stood when I entered, as his damn well-bred, gentlemanly self had to do, which only made me want to jump him even more. To make matters worse, he was wearing a devilishly wicked smirk on his lips that made all of my parts take notice.
“Stella, have a seat.” Louise Cameron’s back was ramrod straight as she sat in her high-back, black pleather chair. If I were to base my visit on her posture alone, I would say I was about to be canned.
The hospital had a no fraternization policy. Although, they had allowed married couples to work for the same hospital in the past, this all had to be reported to admin, and they ultimately decided whether or not to keep both employees. In situations like this when it was between a doctor and a nurse, they usually ended up keeping the doctor since nurses were a dime a dozen. Was that fair? Hell no.
I could already feel the ire in me building and was ready to fight or at least not go down without a fight.
I moved to the chair opposite Tristan and plopped down. Okay, I knew that I possessed little to no grace when I did that, but whatever, I was pissed. Turning to face him, the heat in me rose as he continued to smirk. The asshole smirked. He knew we were busted and he was safe. I’d never imagined him being so cruel.
But fuck a duck if the man still wasn’t gorgeous. His eyes were the color of fresh coffee, untainted by cream. And his skin . . . well, that was different a story, it was cream with a dash of coffee.
“Stella,” Mrs. Cameron began, “as you are aware, the hospital is building a genetics study center in the hopes of being able to more easily find donor matches. Every year, it seems that there is a bigger strain on our match and donor resources. Not only from the state of perpetual emergency that we seem to be in but also our advance technology in ultrasound imaging. As you know, we are able to detect some birth defects as early as the first heart beat. We feel that it is important as a level one trauma unit and a level-three neonatal ward that we have this resource available to us twenty-four seven. We’ve been sending doctors to different training sessions so they are up to date with all the current technologies and tests.”
Tristan cleared his throat, and I turned my attention back to him. “You may not be aware of this, Stella, but my interest has always been with trying to negate the rise in genetic birth defects that we see in our high-risk unit. But after the strain on our resource bank for tissue, marrow, and blood, my research was halted. This new genetic center will help me continue my focus.”
I listened to Tristan’s explanation, but none of this made sense. Sure, his reasoning made sense, but where I was lost was what in the hell any of this had to do with me. My face must have shown my confusion because Mrs. Cameron finally slid a file folder to me.
“There is a pediatric genetics conference in Las Vegas next week, and we’ve been on the waiting list. Yesterday, we found out that there had been a cancellation and that Dr. Christakos has been invited. He has been asked to bring a nurse or assistant, and he tells me that the two of you worked well together when you were over in the Women and Children Center.”
I nodded because we had worked well together, and she smiled.
“He’d like you to accompany him to the conference and act as his assistant moving forward as we get the genetic center established.”
Slow down there, Polyester, he what?
He wanted me to work with him?
He wanted me to go to Vegas?
Me. Tristan. In Vegas? Fuck yeah, where did I sign? Shaking my head, I turned to looked at the olive skin Adonis with chocolate eyes that made me want to get on my knees and say ten hail Mary’s and praise sweet baby Jesus.
Shit. I was staring. Smacking my lips, I cleared my throat and then tried again. “Sure, tell me whatever you need,” I said and watched as the corners of Tristan’s lips pulled into an almost challenging smile. I had no clue what he was challenging me to, but he knew better than to yank my chain because, let’s face it, I yanked harder, and of the two of us, he was the only one with something to grab ahold of and tug.

About Danielle

Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying to play keep away from Theo James, who won’t stop calling her or asking her out. And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50-something mom with grown kids. She’s been married longer than Theo’s been alive, and she now gets her kicks riding a Harley. As far as her body, she can thank Ben & Jerry’s for that, as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele’s backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing. Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly, silly men).

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Tainted Reasoning

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Tainted Reasoning

Dark Sovereignty book 2, a dark contemporary romance. 

by Amazon Bestselling author, Anna Edwards 

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“Why would I let the world see him? He’s imperfect. No, he needs to stick to the shadows where he’ll not bring shame to this family.”

William Cavendish is…different. Too much so for his merciless father to bear publicly. He was hidden away from the world his entire life until, in one dark moment, he did the unthinkable to save his beloved brother, gaining his own freedom in the process. But liberty has its own price. William struggles with a world he doesn’t understand, emotions he’s never experienced…and an alarming taste for the dark side he’s discovered dwelling within him. 

Formally educated in law, Tamara Bennet is unlike most women of the day. Not bad for the daughter of a lowly lady’s maid. When she learns a secret society was responsible for the torture of her closest acquaintance, Victoria Cavendish, she vows to employ any and all means—legal or otherwise—to bring the society to its knees. At her side is Victoria herself, as well as Victoria’s husband, Nicholas, and his brother—the intriguing and troubled William.

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Tainted Reasoning

Dark Sovereignty book 2, a dark contemporary romance. 

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“Why would I let the world see him? He’s imperfect. No, he needs to stick to the shadows where he’ll not bring shame to this family.”

William Cavendish is…different. Too much so for his merciless father to bear publicly. He was hidden away from the world his entire life until, in one dark moment, he did the unthinkable to save his beloved brother, gaining his own freedom in the process. But liberty has its own price. William struggles with a world he doesn’t understand, emotions he’s never experienced…and an alarming taste for the dark side he’s discovered dwelling within him. 

Formally educated in law, Tamara Bennet is unlike most women of the day. Not bad for the daughter of a lowly lady’s maid. When she learns a secret society was responsible for the torture of her closest acquaintance, Victoria Cavendish, she vows to employ any and all means—legal or otherwise—to bring the society to its knees. At her side is Victoria herself, as well as Victoria’s husband, Nicholas, and his brother—the intriguing and troubled William.

Delving ever deeper into London’s darkest shadows, an undeniable attraction blooms between William and Tamara, bringing them closer and closer…until their actions stir up perilous forces determined to tear them apart.

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Blue Ink by Tess Thompson

Ardan & Charlotte will stick with you forever! Blue Ink from USA Today bestselling author Tess Thompson is coming on January 21st. KEEP READING FOR AN INCREDIBLE EXCERPT!!!

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From USA Today bestselling author Tess Thompson, visit Blue Mountain yet again in this standalone tale that celebrates underdogs, family secrets, and forbidden love. Charlotte Wilde’s life is a flop. She gives her heart to the wrong men, her first published book is a failure, and now she’s dead broke too. Desperate to pay the bills, she takes a job caring for an elderly woman who is recovering from a broken hip, hopeful the position will leave her with plenty of time to focus on her writing. Yet as Charlotte gets to work, dutifully helping Mrs. Lanigan sort through a box of old letters, distractions abound. For one thing, both women immediately become consumed with a mystery unfolding in the correspondence. And to complicate matters further, Charlotte finds herself hopelessly attracted to her charge’s son, Ardan, a quiet and bookishly handsome man. In the third volume of the Blue Mountain Series, USA Today bestselling author Tess Thompson reunites us with the Lanigan brothers, their cranky mother, and the feisty Heywood sisters. This standalone story of forbidden love and hundred-year old mystery will keep you turning pages way past your bedtime.

DARE YOU NOT TO SWOON:

A little before closing time, we walked to the car. The moon was a sliver in the sky, not even big enough to count as a crescent. Billions of stars lit the black night.

She waited as I unlocked the car door, shivering in the chilly spring night. I grabbed my phone from my jacket and slipped it into my back pocket, then draped my jacket around her shoulders. “Better?” I asked. “Yes.” She pulled the jacked tight against her chest as she looked up at the sky. “The stars. Oh, how are there so many?” “They’re always there. You just can’t see them in the city.” Her words seemed to stretch with wonder. “I’ve never seen a sky like this, yet the whole time it existed, hidden from me. How do the stars shine this brightly? And why? Why are they here?” “They light the sky to remind us that love exists even in the darkest of times. You need only look up to the heavens to remember why we’re here—to love.” She inhaled a sharp breath. “Yes.” “Do you think you could be happy here?” I asked. “I already am.” She answered fast, like she didn’t even have to think about it. “Life is quiet here.” “You said it’s easier to connect to your spirit in the quiet.” She wriggled her way under my arm. I held her tightly against my side. “I can think here.” “That’s what Effie says too.” “I’ve been able to write here. I feel useful.” “Is that the place or the people?” I asked. “Maybe there’s no difference. When it’s where you’re meant to be, the place and the people come together at the same time.” I squeezed her tighter. She fit effortlessly under the crook of my arm. I would tell her some other time that God had made her to fit perfectly against my side. “This jacket smells like you.” Her words were more an exhalation of breath than a sentence. She tilted her face to look up at me. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled. I never want to take it off.” “Keep it. Forever, if you want.” “Ardan?” “Yes?” “Did you really say I was the girl of your dreams? Or did I imagine it?” The sparkle from her eyes mimicked the stars. “I said it. I’ll say it the rest of my life if you’ll let me.” “How can you be sure?” “Our brains, our conscious selves can never be sure. But our souls? They know.” Our gazes locked and held. I fell into the warmth of her brown eyes, oblivious to anything but her. This was a world that belonged only to us, undefined by time or space or even memory. The world of us. “Kiss me?” she asked. “So the stars can see why they shine?” I held her precious face in my hands and kissed her gently. I’ve done this before. I’ve kissed her before under this same sky. Our bodies may have changed. But the sky and our souls remained the same. “I’ve known from the first moment,” I said. “It’s you. It was you all along. I didn’t know where you were.” “Like this sky,” she said. “I couldn’t see you, but you were here just the same.”

About Tess

Like most of her characters, Tess Thompson hails from a small town and will always feel like a small town girl, despite the fact she’s lived in Seattle for over twenty-five years. She loves music and dancing, books and bubble baths, cooking and wine, movies and snuggling. She cries at sappy commercials and thinks kissing in the rain should be done whenever possible. Although she tries to act like a lady, there may or may not have been a few times in the last several years when she’s gotten slightly carried away watching the Seattle Seahawks play, but that could also just be a nasty rumor. She currently lives in a suburb of Seattle, Washington with her brand new husband, the hero of her own love story, and their Brady Bunch clan of two sons, two daughters and five cats, all of whom keep her too busy, often confused, but always amazed. Yes, that’s four kids and five cats. Pray for her.

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Claimed By The Warlord by Maddie Taylor

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One people, divided by treachery and greed. A fiery Warlord, as ruthless as he is honorable. An ethereal Princess, as beautiful as she is loyal to her people. Though as different as fire and ice, they are drawn together by an intensely intimate connection. This pair of unlikely lovers wields the power to mend the rift between their worlds, but an unknown entity wants her dead. Can he keep her safe while uncovering the insidious murderous threat? Or will it wrench them apart and bring their people to the brink of war, yet again. Claimed By The Warlord is a sexy standalone sci-fi romance!

BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE HEAT

“And how long will I be your guest?” she asked, somehow managing not to twist the last word with her skepticism.

“Until I’m satisfied it is safe for you to return.” “Don’t you think this is an extreme measure? Aeldor is my home.” “Where you were abducted and almost sold into slavery. Beyond that, I do not want to consider your fate if we hadn’t arrived when we did.” Neither did she. The realization she could right now be the property of the red devil made her voice shrill when she asked, “Why do you care, Darios?” He pulled the mask from her face as he leaned closer, his elbows propped on either side of her head. When he replied, his eyes glowed with a golden fire. “Because I don’t believe in coincidence. Three of my own nearly shared the same fate as you. I Plan to find out how and why, and who is behind this. Then I intend to make them pay for what you suffered, for every moment of fear, and for the pain you’ve endured, and for every cut, bruise, and cough. Until then, I have claimed you, Aurelia, and will do everything in my power to keep you safe.” “But why? Not so long ago our people were bitter enemies.” His head dipped closer until the warmth of his breath brushed her lips. “You know why, Aurelia. Even though you don’t feel it through your gift of touch, I know you can sense we have a connection.” “I don’t – ” “Do not lie to me,” he warned. “I will always know when you do. But even without using my gift, I am a man, and I know when a woman responds to my touch.” Face burning with embarrassment that he had read her so easily, she tried to excuse her reaction. “You took me by surprise. I thought it was just me, or a fluke.” “Tell me this is a fluke,” he growled as he closed the scant distance between them and his lips smothered hers with a fiery kiss that demanded a response. She gave it, opening her mouth to him without a thought of protest. His tongue swept inside, sending swirls of heated desire coursing through her. A whimper sounded from far off, but Aurelia knew it came from her throat. It changed to a cry of disappointment when he pulled away. “I must go and prepare for our arrival.” She bit her lower lip to keep from begging him to stay. “No,” he murmured as his thumb swept over her mouth, releasing the grip of her teeth. “Such abuse I will not allow.” Lowering his head, he soothed the sting with his tongue before taking her mouth again with the utmost tenderness. “Rest well, princess.”

About Maddie

A USA Today and #1 international bestselling author, Maddie is a lifelong reader who became a romance junkie as a teen with her first romance novel, The Wolf and the Dove by Kathleen Woodiwiss. From then on, she was hooked, and gobbled up everything she could get her hands on, whether contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi. If there was romance to be found between a strong alpha male, and a sassy, adventurous and ofttimes defiant yet loving woman, Maddie was all over it. As an author, she stays true to those themes writing steamy erotic romance, with a side of kink, and adding elements of intrigue, danger and suspense to her plots. Maddie started writing as a hobby. Her stories stayed private while she raised a family and worked full time as a registered nurse. It wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to take the plunge and submit her first book for publication: Captain My Captain. She went on to publish eleven novels the first year.

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Reclaiming Tomorrow by Haylee Thorne

Need a taste of tomorrow? Keep reading for an excerpt from Reclaiming Tomorrow by Haylee Thorne! It will be LIVE on January 8th…

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On paper, Mikaela has the life every girl dreams of. She is young, beautiful, intelligent, and filthy rich. It all means nothing to her since she pines for the man who will never love her back. But that isn’t the only source of pain. Dark secrets are tangled in the forgotten memories haunting her. Five years is a lot of time to lose… Eric Hardwick fits the description of tall, dark, and handsome to a T. A successful attorney and loyal best friend to Mika Kingsley, he’s hopelessly devoted to the one woman who has broken his heart. She’s strictly off limits to him…but that doesn’t mean he won’t do anything and everything to protect her from harm. The unstable Kingsley patriarch, Mason Kingsley, is back, bringing danger and mayhem along with him. Her lost memories might be the key to their salvation…or their destruction. Will Mikaela be Reclaiming Tomorrow?

MIKAELA — PRESENT DAY

My heart leaps like a wild stag in my throat as Carl announces that Eric Hardwick is on his way up. A kaleidoscope of butterflies appears out of nowhere and take refuge in my belly. It’s ridiculous how I turn into a cat in heat when Eric is even mentioned. I wonder why he’s so early? I close my eyes and take a deep breath to help calm my nerves. I quickly look at my reflection in the mirror. I’m not sure if I like what I see, but it’s too late to do anything about that right now. So, I just smooth out the skirt of my dress before I finally open the door, the elevator doors sliding wide before Eric steps out. Every nerve ending in my body screams. He has a large bouquet of wildflowers—my favorite—in one hand and a large gift bag in the other. He saunters towards me and I swallow hard. All tall, dark and handsome with that sexy-as-hell smirk on his face. God, why is this man so incredibly hot? My desire for him emerges the moment my gaze drops on him and hangs between us in the air. His eyes sweep over me and I feel my cheeks burn, I don’t have to see my reflection to know how red my cheeks are right now.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Lady Kingsley. You look beautiful, as always.” He says as he holds the flowers out to me.

If he wasn’t this charming to everyone, I might take this behavior for flirting, but—sadly for me—I know better.

“For me?” I ask sheepishly as I accept the flowers.

“Yes, ma’am. I seem to remember that these are your favorites. Right?”

I nod, feeling uncharacteristically shy. He leans in and his lips brush my cheek as he greets me. My knees nearly buckle. And I quadruple my efforts to keep myself together.

“Thank you, they are gorgeous. I will go put them in some water.” I croak.

I turn quickly and biting my bottom lip I head towards the kitchen, trying to compose myself. Praying for a few moments away from the intense pull I feel when I am near him. But that hope is dashed when I realize that he follows right behind me.

“Wow, it smells incredible in here.”

I keep my back facing him while I fill a vase with water. “Mackenzie is an incredible chef. Have you not yet eaten at Indigenous?”

“I’ve not had the pleasure. But just judging from the delicious aroma in here, I am sure that will change soon.”

I turn and face him with the brightest smile I can conjure up. “Well, it is hard to get a table there.”

Eric raises a brow in amusement. “Is that a fact?”

“It is,” I tell him. “Luckily for you though, you have amazing connections. I am sure I can hook you up.” I add with a wink.

He smirks at me and I beam back at him. Talking to Eric is as natural as breathing to me. It feels so easy and unforced. “Would you like a drink?”

“After the day I had today, I could use about six. But let’s start with one.”

“Is wine okay? Or would you prefer something with a little more kick?”

“Wine is fine.”

“Do you still prefer white?” I ask.

Eric raises his brow in surprise. “I do, actually.”

I smile and walk towards the fridge, pull out a bottle and pour him a glass of wine. When I turn to walk over to him and hand him his glass, he’s standing right behind me. I gasp. He’s so close. I slowly raise my head and look up at him. Our eyes meet and I swear the temperature in the room increases drastically. It feels as if the planet has stopped turning on its axis. We stand there for a moment not saying anything. There are so many things that I wish I could tell him. And I swear a couple of times it looks as if he wants to say something too. But neither of us speaks nor looks away. I feel as if I am under his spell, drowning in the silver pools that are his irises. I bite my lip in an attempt to avoid confessing my feelings for him and making a fool of myself.

About Haylee

When Haylee Thorne isn’t writing her stories, she works proudly as a registered nurse in Kentucky. Haylee loves to read and watch TV (she may or may not be slightly obsessed with anime), and there aren’t many movies she has not seen. She’s known to enjoy a good glass of champagne, and can eat an unlimited amount of French fries (seriously, it’s a problem). When she has some free time (as in time not spend working or writing), Haylee loves spending time with her family and friends.

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Tales of a Tomboy: Britain by Evan Grace

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000447_00006] I have two rules no dates and no spending the night. I don’t have time to manage all the complications that come with relationships. And I sure as hell have no desire for any kind of commitment. My life is fairly uncomplicated, exactly the way I want it…until complicated literally stumbles my way. Britain Lancaster. Clumsy, plain, inexperienced, and the type of woman I tend to avoid. Unfortunately for me the universe seems to put her on my path around every corner, forcing me to notice her. To look at her. To really…see her. Pretty soon the universe no longer has to go through all the trouble sending her my way since I find myself looking for her, wanting to get to know her. And the more time I spend with her the more I realize that she’s everything I’m not. Pure, beautiful, innocent…corruptible. Now I can’t get her out of my head. I want her in ways that could ruin her, taint her, break her, and I can only hope she’s strong enough to survive this. GOODREADS: http://bit.ly/BritainTBR

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After driving around for a while, I head back toward town. I look at the time and it’s ten thirty. The familiar sign with a dog holding a cup of coffee is up ahead, so I decide to pull into the Coffee Hound and grab myself a snickerdoodle latte, my favorite. Inside there are a few people in the seating area; I pay them no mind and walk up to the counter. “Hey, Jessie.” The bubbly brunette bee-bops over to the counter. “Hey, Britain. The usual?” I nod and then pay for my drink. I move down to the end of the counter and wait for it. I’m concentrating on my game of Candy Crush when a deep voice pulls me from my game. “I’ll take a large iced coffee, please.” I watch out of the corner of my eye as he pays. I’ve never seen him before; I would’ve remembered him. He’s tall compared to my five-foot-four frame—at least six-one or six-two. He looks muscular from what I can tell, and he’s broad chested, with the material tight around his biceps. They’re not necessarily huge, just fit…strong. His dark blond hair is short on the sides and a little longer on top—it looks super soft and slightly wavy. He moves to stand by me and his woodsy scent wraps around me. All of a sudden I’m hot—why do I feel flushed? My tank top feels uncomfortably tight right now. What the fuck is wrong with me? Thankfully my name gets called and I grab my drink. “Thanks, Jessie. See ya tomorrow.” I turn to walk away and my gaze travels up to meet Mr. Smell Good’s. He’s got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re the color of the sky on a bright, cloudless day. Bright, cloudless day? What the hell? He looks me up and down, taking in the hot mess that I am, and rolls his eyes. Of course I’m not surprised by his reaction. I don’t wear makeup and I don’t do my hair. Ninety percent of the time I’m in nondescript clothing, and today I’m basically in pajamas. It still hurts and I don’t get it. I mask the hurt before he can see it and give him the same look, but mouth the word, “dick.” Karma hates me, because I move around him to make my exit and trip over my own fucking feet. My latte goes everywhere and I hit the ground with a jarring thud. The good-looking dick steps right over me with a chuckle and walks right out of the shop. A couple of patrons come to my aid and help me up. “Britain, are you okay?” Jessie says from next to me. She grabs my smashed cup out of my hands and I begin to wipe myself off. Crumbs are stuck to my knees and the palms of my hands…Gross. I bruise easily, so I’m sure I’ll have them on both knees—whatever, everyone is used to seeing me covered in bruises anyway. “Yeah, I’m okay, thanks. God, that guy was such a dick.” I mutter that last part. Jessie giggles before telling me she’s making me a new drink. I’m grateful for it, and it just shows what amazing people the baristas are here. A few minutes later, one of the other girls has my drink cleaned up off of the floor and Jessie hands me a fresh one. “Here you go, girl.” She leans in. “Yeah, that guy was a total dick.” Her voice’s quiet enough that I’m the only one who hears her. By the time I pull up in front of my brother’s house, my knees are already starting to turn purple. I climb out of my car and make my way around the back of the house to enter in through the door off the kitchen. I hate to think that I’m intruding on Keith and Beth’s family time with their girls sometimes, and no, that’s never happened. I just love living with them and don’t want to ever overstay my welcome. I sip my drink as I head into my room, flop down on my bed, and turn my TV on. One of my guilty pleasures is watching the train wrecks that are The Bachelor and The Bachelorette. I found the former last year by mistake, and I hate to admit that I was hooked immediately. What can I say, I love the drama. I don’t know why I hide it, but I do. Maybe because I know the boys at the shop, my dad and brothers included, would give me shit. I have my own cable hookup and DVR—that way, I can record and watch what I want without the grief. It doesn’t take long before I’m lost in the crazy shenanigans…just the way I like to spend a lazy Sunday.
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MEET THE AUTHOR:
A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but five years ago got bit by the writing bug, and it quickly became her addiction, passion and therapy. When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Shayla Black, Jaci Burton, Madeline Sheehan and Jamie Mcguire. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, so if you see her wearing her headphones you know she means business and is in the zone.
During the day Evan works for a large homecare agency and at night she’s superwoman. She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She’ll never tell.
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