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“If you think you are ready then grab your keys, get in, buckle up, and hold on because I am a hell of a ride.”
Kate Huntington is a tomboy by all definitions of the word. She loves her job; working on classic cars. She has no filter over her mouth saying whatever she thinks, but she guards her heart. Men and alcohol are her vices and her coping skills. She spends one night with both her vices nightly that is until she meets Eddie Wellington.
Could he be the key to showing her that life lasts more than a single night?
Edward Wellington is a financial officer who would rather be doing anything else. He wants to be outside of the office and helping others with every breath, but college had cost a fortune and he couldn’t leave his job till his debt was paid. That is until he finds a set of classic cars on family land. Those very cars will led him to Kate, and might show him that you can protect others anywhere.
Could she be the one that makes him whole? Could they find happiness together when their lives were brought together because of a lie?
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SEAL for Her Protection by Paige Tyler

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Series: SEALs of Coronado, Book One

Release Date: April 12, 2016

When investigative journalist Hayley Garner is kidnapped by terrorists, she’s sure they’re going to kill her. But in sweeps handsome Navy SEAL Chasen Ward to rescue her. After getting her to safety, he disappears into the night before she can even thank him.

Weeks later, while covering a story on the local navy base, Hayley runs into Chasen again. Even though she didn’t see his face that night he rescued her, she can’t forget his beautiful blue eyes.

The attraction is immediate and intense, and Hayley finds herself falling into a fiery romance with the hunky hero out of her dreams. Guys like this aren’t supposed to really exist, but Chasen does, and damn is he hot.

But ever since she got back home, Hayley has had the feeling someone’s been watching her. Is it post-traumatic stress or does she have a reason to be afraid? Good thing she has a Navy SEAL to protect her.

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She’d thought he’d be easy to find, but the place was SEAL hunk central, with an awful lot of the fit, attractive guys in attendance. While quite a few of them flashed charming grins in her direction, none of them had those unforgettable blue eyes she’d spent the past four weeks seeing in her dreams.

Her earlier assessment had been right. This was hopeless.

Sighing, Hayley turned to go in search of Brad instead and almost smacked right into the broad, muscular chest of a guy in blue camo. She stared at his uniform up close, absently wondering why the Navy wore blue camouflage. It wasn’t like they were ever going to be in a blue jungle. She glanced at the rank on his collar—noting the three chevrons of a petty officer first class—then the nametag sewn on the right hand side of his chest, noting his name—it said WARD—before lifting her head to apologize for practically mowing him down. But when her gaze met his, all she could do was stare. There couldn’t be two men on the planet with eyes that blue. She’d found the SEAL who’d saved her life.

“It’s you,” she breathed.

Okay, that definitely wasn’t the most intelligent thing she’d ever said out loud. But the SEAL smiled anyway, flashing the cutest pair of dimples her way. Hayley’s breath hitched. She’d tried to picture what he looked like ever since that night, alternating between Chris Hemsworth and Henry Cavill and finally settling on a combination of the two. She hadn’t even been close. Petty Officer Ward was even more gorgeous than she imagined. Taller than she was by nearly a foot, he had broad shoulders, dark hair, and a square jaw to go along with those mesmerizing eyes. Now, this was what a superhero should look like.

“It is,” he said. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Ms. Garner.”

She’d been so caught up in the memory of the captivating blue of his eyes she’d completely forgotten how sexy his voice was. The deep, rich tones caressed her, making her feel warm all over. Just like they had that night in Africa. Wow, this guy was pure sexy, wrapped in blue camo. She had a crazy urge to ask him to say something else—anything else—so she could hear that voice again.

“Call me Hayley, please,” she finally managed.

She offered him her hand, pulse skipping when he took it. Wow, he had really big hands. A little part of her mind whispered something about the significance of that, but she ignored it. Instead, she focused on the overall sense of strength seeming to pour off him in waves. Being this close to him and getting a chance to take in how tall and muscular he was reminded her of the way he’d picked her up and carried her so effortlessly that night—all while using a weapon.

Hayley had never thought of herself as the kind of woman who wanted to be swept off her feet by a guy, but right now she was thinking this man could carry her anywhere he wanted to.

Damn, this guy was seriously messing with her calm, cool journalist exterior.

“Chasen Ward,” he said.

Chasen. Unusual, but it fit him. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous guy.

She wondered if the guy realized the kind of effect he likely had on every woman on the planet, especially the one standing right in front of him. Probably not, she guessed. Guys were usually clueless about that kind of stuff.

“How did things go over there?” she asked. “After you got me out, I mean.”

She cringed as soon as the words were out. Guess he hadn’t messed with her journalist mojo as much as she’d thought. Crap, now he’d think she was looking for a scoop. Nothing turned people off more than a nosy reporter.

But he merely nodded. The shade from the brim on his hat accentuated his chiseled features as he moved, making them seem even more angular.

“They went well,” he said. “My Team and I got back a few days ago as a matter of fact.”

Her inner Barbara Walters wanted to ask what else they’d done over there, but before she could decide if that was a good idea or not, two other Navy guys in blue camouflage sauntered over. Both petty officers second class, they were tall, well-built, and good looking.

“Hey, I know you,” the younger of the two men said with a trace of a Southern accent. Blond with brown eyes, he had that casual Channing Tatum-thing going on. “Though I hope you don’t mind me saying, you look a lot better now than you did the last time we saw you.” Hayley frowned in confusion at the two men, sure she would have remembered if she’d met them before.

Chasen chuckled. “This is Dalton Jennings and Nash Cantrell. They were with me when we rescued you that night. You’ll have to forgive Dalton for being clueless. He’s taken several classes on how to be charming, but unfortunately, he keeps failing them.”

She laughed and shook hands with both men. Dalton looked so chagrined, she couldn’t help but take pity on him. “Don’t worry about it, Dalton. I’m well aware of how much of a mess I looked that night. Thanks for being there with Chasen and the rest of your Team.”

The SEAL visibly relaxed, giving her another grin. “No problem. Just doing our job, ma’am.”

Dalton might have failed out of charm school—according to Chasen at least—but there wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t swoon over that Southern drawl.

“I know it was hard to tell with all the gear we had on,” Dalton continued. “But I was the one doing this.”

Dark eyes suddenly intense, he struck an action hero pose, arms lifted as if he were holding an imaginary machine gun. On either side of him, Chasen and Nash snorted in unison.

“You mean you were the one nearly running into every wall around you because the batteries in your NVGs were dying.” Nash pointed out drily, his dark eyes filled with amusement.

Dalton considered that a moment, then dropped the pose and shrugged. “That might have been me.”

Hayley laughed, unable to help herself. They were both funny—and seriously cute—but she had to admit she was glad when they took off a little while later, leaving her alone with Chasen.

“How is your ankle feeling?” he asked as his buddies walked off toward the pavilion.

“Much better, thanks,” she said.

He looked down pointedly at her foot where it peeked out from under her long skirt. She’d tried not to make it obvious, but she’d been standing with all her weight on her good foot so she could give the injured one a rest. Chasen lifted a brow as if he saw through the little white lie.

Hayley gave him a sheepish look. “Okay, you caught me. It still hurts a little. But it really is much better. Thanks to you.”

“How’s that?”

“If you hadn’t gotten there in time, a messed-up ankle would have been the least of my worries. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for saving my life.”

That playful grin returned. “I’m more than ready to call it even if you consider going out to dinner with me.”

If Chasen were any other guy, Hayley might consider making him work a little harder for a date. But she’d been more than ready to go out with him since he’d loaded her on that helicopter over in Africa. Heck, there’d been a time or two when she’d woken up from an especially nice dream involving the Navy

SEAL when she was ready to do a lot more than date the guy. Rip off his uniform and roll around on the floor with him being one thing that came to mind.

“Dinner sounds great,” she said, quite proud of her ability to maintain her composure.

“Friday night work for you?”

“Perfect.”

Hayley entered her number in his phone while he did the same with hers, then she gave him her address.

“I’ll see you at 1830 hours,” he said, then chuckled. “I mean, six-thirty.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, and meant it.

Touching his fingers to the brim of his hat in a causal salute, Chasen gave her another smile then strode off. Hayley let out a sigh as she watched him go. Damn, he made that blue camouflage uniform look good.

About the Author:

Paige_Tyler_-_Purple_Top_Standing-375x564Paige is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She graduated from The University of West Florida with a degree in education in 2000, but decided to pursue a full-time career as a writer in 2004. Since then, she’s written over fifty books in several genres, including paranormal, contemporary, western, sci-fi and erotica. She loves writing about strong, sexy, alpha males and the feisty, independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her stories of romance, adventure, suspense, passion and true love will leave you breathlessly panting for more.

She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them.

When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, P90X, Yoga, Pilates, going to the beach, watching NFL football, watching movies and hanging out with her husband (not necessarily in that order!)

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Outside the Line

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The USA Today bestselling author of Outside the Lines once again explores love on the edge in an explosive new romance about obsession, betrayal, and a killer attraction.

Lee Delgado never planned on falling in love with the irresistible Oliver Savoca, son of a Chicago crime lord. Considering that their families are rivals, she knew it could never work. And now that both their fathers have been nabbed on racketeering charges, any real chance at a future with the man she loves has been shot to hell. But a greater blow is yet to come.

Not only does Lee learn that a contract is out on her life, she has reason to believe that Oliver is behind the devastating betrayal. Now she’s working closely—very closely—with Federal Agent Sean Callahan to help bring her man down. But however she’s come to feel about Callahan, Lee is still deeply, hopelessly, unabashedly in love with Oliver.

 

Where that fearless love takes Lee next is beyond her control—but the risk is worth every beat of her heart.

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I want Lee to know, no matter where she goes, I will find her.

At the thought of her betrayal, rage rises up and wraps like an iron cloak around my heart, threatening to crush any bit of humanity left there. I close my eyes and hold my breath until it passes.

And I see her as she was before everything that came after—that first day of business law class at Kellogg, nearly two years ago.

She was starting her first year. I was in my second. I was already seated near Angela Bagglio, who I had a passing interest in due to her loose family ties to the Delgado organization. Her brother was a wiseguy wannabe, little more than a glorified gofer within the Delgado machine. But I’d discovered, sometimes it was the smallest details that led to the largest victories.

When Lee Delgado sashayed into the classroom, I’d like to say I was unaffected. I’d like to believe I was in complete control of everything that happened then and after.

But I’d be kidding myself.

Her bright hazel eyes surveyed the room, and when they caught for a second as they passed over me, I felt a shift in gravity itself. There were times reading nuances in expressions and actions was all that came between me and a slug in my head. That hitch in her perusal of the room left no doubt she was aware who I was.

From that second on, I was helpless to take my eyes off her.

Her sandy brown waves cascaded over the shoulders of her cream-colored silk blouse to an open collar that hung loose, revealing a hint of cleavage. Her burgundy pencil skirt hugged the round curves of her hips and ass and ended above the knee, giving me a glimpse of a pair of toned thighs and calves. She had a killer body and knew it. I had to respect a woman who knew her strengths and wasn’t afraid to use them to her advantage.

She took a seat in my row, but on the opposite side of the classroom. I was barely coherent when the professor started lecturing. I couldn’t tell you the first thing he said.

As she listened, she lifted a hand and combed through her waves with her fingers, separating out a strand and twirling it around her finger. A rush shuddered from my tailbone up my spine to my brain, and even though I had no clue why, that was the moment I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stay away.

The rest, as they say, is history.

If she thinks she can hide from me, she’s got another thing coming.

Mob controlled gambling has always been a huge racket, with better payouts because we don’t pay taxes like the legal betting sites. Back in the day, bookies were involved and actual cash changed hands. Now nearly everything is electronic. Bets are collected directly from our clients’ online accounts and payouts are distributed back into them. Payout is calculated after each event based on outcome versus the spread. It’s one of the parts of my job that I truly enjoy.      I’m always in the program, tweaking and modifying. But, suddenly, the week before Christmas, two days after Lee and I returned from our weekend in Aspen, I noticed the spread didn’t factor anymore and our payouts went through the roof. I thought maybe I’d screwed something up and tried to get into the program to check it. Ended up throwing my laptop against the wall when my pass code wouldn’t get me in.

It took me the next two days, and the fact that Lee wasn’t answering my texts or calls, to put together what had happened. Though I’m not sure exactly how she managed it, I know it had to have been her who hacked into my program and changed the payout ratios. I’ve looked at it from every angle and there are no other feasible possibilities. And it makes sense. I had an ulterior motive when we started hooking up, and I had no doubt she had one of her own. But as we got deeper into each other, things shifted and I lost focus. I let down my guard and gave her too much, and she took advantage of the opening.

I knew I wouldn’t be seeing her over the holidays because her siblings were all coming back to the family home in Wilmette, just outside of Chicago, for Christmas. It took me another day to decide I had no choice but to go there.

But when I got to the house, the place was swarming with cops and Feds, and yellow police tape was strung across the pillars at the front door. The reports the next day said it was believed the Delgados had fled to Europe after a “gangland style attack” on their home.

The online gambling leg of our business has been bleeding cash at the rate of nearly a hundred grand a month since Lee fucked with the program. Every month it gets worse as word spreads of our big payouts. The guy who designed and encrypted the program is dead; a casualty of my father’s wrath when he made the mistake of telling Victor he’d corrected a system glitch that had cost us a couple hundred grand over the first year of implementation. I’ve done everything I can to break Lee’s pass code, but considering the illegal nature of the account, and the fact that I couldn’t enlist anyone who might report back to Victor what happened, my resources to resolve the issue have been severely limited.

So I put my time and energy into another avenue. Finding Lee.

Like everyone else in Chicago, I assumed that my father was responsible for the contract on Lee and her family. I talked to his guys. Tried to see if any of them had a bead on the Delgados’ location. I couldn’t find anyone who was even looking.

So, as much as I dreaded it, I went straight to the source.

I was dead to my father. He’d made that clear. But that day, for the first time since I’d crossed him, Victor looked at me with pride in his eyes when he asked, “You purchase that special delivery for our friends up in Wilmette?”

And that’s when I knew it wasn’t us. It’s also when I knew I was a dead man unless I could find a way out of this mess on my own.

So I looked harder for Lee, dug a little deeper into the Delgado family tree. I didn’t find her, but I managed to stumble on some other useful information during my search. And then, finally, the stroke of luck that led me here: Rob showing up in Chicago.

I’ve been able to keep everything under the rug since she left, but underground betting has always been the Savoca business’s bread and butter. If Victor or anyone else in the organization discovers the hemorrhage of cash that our gambling ring has become, it’s my head my loving pop will want on a spike.

I told the guys I had some personal business in Vegas; gave Al a direct order to park his ass at my apartment and not to move until I got back. I took a flight to Vegas, and from there, traveled to Florida on an ID I pinched off of a guy we rolled in Little Italy for not making book. He’s dead now, courtesy of Al, so he won’t be divulging my alter ego to anyone.

My family doesn’t know this particular alias. They’d have a hard time tracking me. Once I find Lee, things should move pretty fast. But I have to find her first.

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The Acquisition has ruled my life, ruled my every waking moment since Sinclair Vinemont first showed up at my house offering an infernal bargain to save my father’s life. Now I know the stakes. The charade is at an end, and Sinclair has far more to lose than I ever did. But this knowledge hasn’t strengthened me. Instead, each revelation breaks me down until nothing is left but my fight and my rage. As I struggle to survive, only one question remains. How far will I go to save those I love and burn the Acquisition to the ground?

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“I know you feel guilty. I know.” He smoothed his hands up and down my back as I lay my head against his shoulder. “But you did what you had to. Everything else that happened isn’t on you. It’s on us. The Acquisition.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it. About how they looked at me. Brianne and Gavin, the way they screamed.” My lip trembled, and I hated my weakness, hated that I had the luxury of falling apart when Brianne and Gavin were the ones who’d suffered.

He wrapped his arms around me. “I know. Time is the only way to soften memories like that. Things you’ve seen that you can never un-see. They’ll still be there, but they won’t be able to hurt you anymore.”

I pulled away and took his hand, pulling it to my lips. I kissed the criss-cross of scars on the back of his wrist before putting his palm to my cheek. “You’re strong. Maybe I can be, too.”

He leaned in and kissed me with a gentleness I didn’t know he possessed. He rested his forehead against mine. “You are everything. If I could run with you, I would.” He closed his eyes, as if thinking through the possibility again. When he opened them, they were stark. “We can’t. They’ll find us, hurt us, and kill Teddy for spite.”

I pulled away and held his gaze. “I’m going to end it. All of it. We are. Together.”

The water splashed down my back, warming me even as goose bumps rose along my skin from the nearness of him, the heat that lit his gaze at my words.

“It won’t be easy. You’ll have to kill.” He pulled me to him roughly, his hands going to my ass. “You would have their blood on your hands?”

I bit his chest and ran my nails down his back. “Yes.”

He groaned, as if my assent pleased him more than he could stand. “This is a dark path. One I’m well acquainted with.” He pushed me against the tiles and met my eyes. “Are you sure it’s what you want?”

“I want to burn it all down.” I pulled him down to me and kissed him with every bit of fierceness I had.

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Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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Release Boost – Fools In Love Anthology (Jessa Jacobs)

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Ten authors. Ten steamy romances. Fools in Love features alpha males and the women who tame them from ten of the hottest authors in contemporary and new adult romance!


Billionaires! Stepbrothers! Everyday people! Curvy women! Domination! and Suspense!


Jessa Jacobs – Recoil, Book One
Candy J. Starr – Snatched, Part One
Aidy Award – Curvy Seduction: Rebound
Annabel Chant – Falling from Grace
Michelle Love – Arsen’s Rules: Book 1, For Her and Book 2, For Him
A.J. Goode – Love’s Little List
Crystal Kaswell – The Billionaire’s Deal #1
Alana Leigh – Lies of Omission (NEW AUTHOR!)
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“We didn’t get much chance to get to know each other at the engagement party,” I ventured, smiling my most charming smile.
“Why should we? I don’t anticipate much family togetherness,” she snapped. The smile that followed was a perfect imitation of the ones catty women in my father’s social circles gave each other while uttering double entendres about each other’s clothing, sexual preferences, or extramarital conquests. It was so perfect I burst out laughing.
“Glad I could amuse you,” she said. “Care to tell me what in particular was so funny?”
“Nope. But let’s cut the act. We’re on the same side, really. I don’t like this marriage, and you don’t like this marriage. My objections should be obvious, but yours are a little murkier. Why don’t we lay our cards on the table, join forces, and stop it?”
This time, I allowed my figurative fangs to show. The woman was too smart to fall for any of my subterfuges, and I wanted to see how she’d handle the real me. Yeah, pun intended again.
She was studying me, and I allowed it, letting the silence stretch out. Most women would have filled it with prattle or protested my statement. She did neither. The first one of us to speak would lose some kind of contest, and I had no intention of losing.
She was saved by the server coming back to take her order. Startled, she looked at her watch and allowed another expression of annoyance to surface. “I guess my meeting is a no-go,” she said to me. Then she ordered a surprisingly hearty breakfast for a woman of her svelte proportions.
After that, the contest of wills was broken anyway. I felt no sense of victory as she took up the conversation where I’d left it minutes ago.
“All right. I see no harm in telling you my objections. My father has been gone less than six months. It’s inappropriate – too rushed. I don’t understand why your father would be so anxious to marry that he’d defy convention in this way. And I’d like to know more about why my mother finds herself in circumstances that seem to require it if she’s to maintain her way of life. So yes, I object to the marriage. But it isn’t my place to stop it. You’re on your own there.”
I hadn’t thought of it in the exact same terms, but now she’d said it in that way, I had the same questions. Dad hadn’t been forthcoming about why he’d marry her instead of just keeping her as a mistress. With a new respect for the daughter, I began to agree that Audrey wasn’t the type of woman to be satisfied with such an arrangement, even though the marriage was little more. At least it would be a respectable way to be kept.
At the moment, I was far more interested in Julia than I wanted to be. It was one thing to fantasize about taking her and then moving on. But her cool demeanor intrigued me. Did it conceal a fiery sexuality, or was she all business? There was nothing but my gut instinct to hint of the former. However, my gut had never been wrong. Despite her matter-of-fact speech and the conservative business suit that muted her curves, I was semi-aroused.
“You aren’t the only one who’s curious about that. Frankly, I asked my dad the same thing. Why the damned hurry? He blew me off.” Almost before I’d ended my sentence, I regretted saying so much.
I’d said we were on the same side, but it wasn’t the truth. She’d be loyal to her mother no matter how she felt about the issue. Or so I believed. Her next words were as frank as mine, surprising me. I expected her, an excellent lawyer, to hold her cards close to her chest. And a lovely chest it was. Instead, her eyes changed from her practiced neutrality to sharp interest.
“Really? You know, I know exactly why my mother’s in a hurry. I hadn’t thought about why your dad would go along with it.” In my turn, I raised my eyebrows to encourage her to say more.
“You no doubt understand that she’s marrying him for money, although she tells me she has grown to love him. Honestly, I’m puzzled about two things. One, what happened to my dad’s estate. I know he’d have provided for Mother, and yet she tells me she has too little to live on. And two, why she’d choose a man more than a decade her senior. She’s still a beautiful and relatively young woman. No offense against your dad, but he’s not in her league in that way.”
I had to choke back a guffaw. She thought looks trumped money? And here I’d thought she was smart. On the other hand, it gave me an advantage. I knew what I looked like. I had mirrors, after all, and I had the reaction of women I passed on the street and in the course of business. This seduction was going to be fun. Sorry, Dad, can’t resist.



He backed me up against the pillar with my hands held by my sides. His face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He had that rich people smell too. He must’ve been able to hear my heart pound, it was so loud. My whole body pounded. I’d become a pounding, blushing idiot.


“You shouldn’t,” I said, but instead of sounding insistent, my words came out in a husky whisper. Like a plea.
“Oh, I should.”
The deep rumble of his voice vibrated in my ear, sending delicious sensations through my body, down to my feet. He didn’t sound like he was going to take no for an answer.
My common sense told me to stop him but it’d been so long since I’d been with a man.
His lips hovered near mine and all common sense fled my mind. The only thought I had was how much I wanted him to kiss me. Every fibre of my being screamed for him to kiss me. It thudded through my body and reverberated with my pulse. The edges of my self blurred and I melted into the space around me.
That plump bottom lip of his called to me. It told me it held the keys to dreamland. That everything I’d ever fantasised about could be fulfilled.
He fixed me in the glare of his steely eyes until I quivered from the anticipation. My attention moved from his lip to those eyes. I couldn’t move. Even if I wanted to, he had me trapped. Nothing else mattered. The wedding, the dancing, all these people milling around. They no longer existed. There was only his eyes, so cold and vicious, as though he could see into my soul and didn’t like what he found there, but he wanted it just the same.



“Let’s get out of here and do something fun to celebrate your freedom.”
“I am going to have fun. Sex is fun.” Or so I’d been told. Or so I had fantasized.
“So this is about the sex.”
I absolutely, positively, unequivocally refused to blush. I watched the bartender, mostly so I didn’t have to look Grayson in the eye while lying. “No.”
He leaned in close and whispered so softly in my ear, his breath heating my skin. “You’re a horrible liar.”
Liar, liar, pants seriously on fire. “I am not.”
He didn’t back off an inch. “If this isn’t about sex, why did your chest and neck flush?”
I could feel the heat creep up my face like the warmth from a good glass of red wine. “It’s the alcohol. Plus, why are you looking at my chest anyway?”
“There isn’t a man in here who isn’t.” His eyes rose back up to mine. “And you’ve only had about a half a sip of that whiskey and even less of the beer, so good try.”
I grabbed the shot glass, downed the remainder, and slammed it on the table. “Fine. It’s about the sex.”
The tables around us went quiet. Oops. I said that a bit too loud.
I smiled and held my beer aloft, toasting the gawkers.
If Gray didn’t like my plan, that was his problem. It had taken a lot of cajoling to get him to go along with my scheming, after several false attempts. I certainly didn’t have the cojones to do this on my own. I needed a friend…and a bodyguard to pull this off.
I lowered my voice for this go around. “So what if it is? I’m entitled to spread my wings, or in this case my legs, if I want to. If I want a one-night stand and to have sheet-sweaty, shouting sex, I’m going to have it. I’m not engaged anymore. I can have dirty, dirty sexcapades with anyone I want.”
Gray nodded and his eyes flicked down to my chest and back up. “Yes, you can. It’s about time, too.”
Uh, not the reply I expected. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He chuckled. “Just that I doubt Sparky was very imaginative in the sack.”
“I have no response to that.” Mostly because the only correct comeback would have been duh.
Gray searched my eyes then smiled. “What turns you on, Angel?”
You. This time it was no light flitter in my belly, this was a full on hurricane of butterflies attacking my internal organs with a barrage of trembling beats. Oh no. “I’m not talking about this with you.”
“If you really want to get your rocks off, this isn’t the place to do it.”
“You’ve got someplace better?” I sipped my beer and looked around the dank bar. Okay, so anyplace was probably better than here.
“Yes.”
“Where?” Please say the carriage house, or the back of the limo, or my room, or on one of his motorcycles. Not that I had spent anytime fantasizing about how sex on Gray’s motorcycle would work.



I’d finished chopping the fruit, and the news had finished with Grace Anderton and the inestimable shit that was Leo Sparkes. For the time being, at least. I scraped the fruit off the chopping board and into the juicer, still thinking about her. That face; an enchanting blur of tears and cosmetics, haunted me. Why were footballers such pricks? It seemed to be written into their contract. Which reminded me…
I turned on the juicer. It was supposed to be quiet, but it was anything but, and I knew it. For the first time that day, I heard movement in the bedroom. A minute or so later, Charlotte was standing in the doorway. She’d thrown her clothes on – hadn’t even buttoned her shirt. She was wild-eyed with panic.
I turned off the juicer. ‘Breakfast?’
‘I…I’m late for work.’
‘Really?’ I poured juice into two tall glasses. ‘I thought you lot kept your own hours.’
‘What do you mean?’ Her eyes widened briefly, and she couldn’t hold my gaze. I could tell I’d unnerved her.
‘I mean, since you were working all night, I thought you’d be okay to lie in this morning.’
She didn’t reply, just turned and ran back into the bedroom. I could hear her rummaging through the bed clothes. I followed her in. She was on her hands and knees, looking under the bed.
‘Now, really, Charlotte.’ I couldn’t help but be amused. ‘There’s no need to grovel. The session ended last night.’
‘Where is it, you bastard?’ She jumped to her feet, almost panting. I thought she was going to hyperventilate.
‘Where’s what?’
‘Don’t…’ she took a deep breath and looked like she was about to cry. ‘…do this.’
‘Do what?’ I shrugged. ‘I’m doing nothing.’
‘Don’t come all high and mighty with me.’ Her voice wobbled, and I was half tempted to go over to her, to comfort her, but she’d brought this upon herself. ‘You got as much out of this as I did. Don’t pretend you didn’t.’
‘I got nothing out of this, Charlotte.’ I turned away from her. ‘Except peace of mind.’
‘You arrogant prick.’ She pushed her feet into her shoes. ‘Did I mean nothing to you?’
‘On the contrary, your safety meant everything to me.’ I stood at the door, and watched as she buttoned her shirt.
‘My safety?’
‘You were out of control, Charlotte.’ I didn’t want to remind her of how we’d found her. She’d come such a long way since then.
‘Out of…?’ She gave that harsh laugh again, and walked into the living room. ‘Entrapment, dear.
I shook my head. I’d been had. We all had. It was hardly worth asking – I knew the answer – but I couldn’t help myself. ‘Why?’
‘Because of who you are, of course,’ she said, simply. ‘It was a guaranteed story. I’d heard enough about you to know you fancy yourself as some kind of knight errant. The preux chevalier of spoilt little rich boys. I wanted to get behind the myth. Find the real story. And, boy, what a story it’s turned out to be. I went round every Dom in Dominion, trying to get on the inside, to get a story. I never thought I’d end up in the confidence of the Kingpin himself.’
‘Always the fondness for the melodramatic, Charlotte,’ I said, watching her hunt around the sofa for her laptop. She could look all she liked…it was in Max’s office, in his safe. ‘How did I not guess before you were a hack?’
She looked up at me, suddenly. She looked taken aback for a moment, then she seemed to collect herself. ‘Well,’ she said, with a shrug. ‘I got a good story.’
‘You got nothing,’ I said. ‘You were never in my confidence. You’ll have to write lies, because I’ve told you fuck all.’
She didn’t say anything, just looked down at her nails with a secretive smile. She seemed so sure of herself that I almost felt alarmed, but I had my ace card at hand. ‘Whatever you think you know, you signed a confidentiality clause. I witnessed it myself.’
‘That?’ She picked up her handbag, wielding it like a weapon. ‘Worthless. It’s not even my real name.’
I cursed inwardly. I should’ve kept that business card box. Maybe I should even have fucked her. She’d fucked me anyway, in her own way. ‘So what are you going to do now?’
‘Well, I’d almost convinced myself to drop the whole thing.’ For the first time, her resolve seemed to weaken and something approaching a sob escaped her lips. ‘That is, I thought…’ She looked up at me, her eyes softer, almost appealing. ‘But now…’
‘Now?’ I returned her gaze, but without softening mine, without conceding at all. I had to know the worst. What was she planning to do? I raised my eyebrows, waiting tensely for her to reply.
‘Now I think the whole world needs to hear about you and your sleazy network. You… filth monger.
I actually laughed. It was half in surprise, but half because I couldn’t believe that was what she really thought. Did she understand so little – even after all this time?
I put my arm across the doorway. ‘I’d take a long, hard look at yourself before you take your story anywhere outside these four walls.’ I looked at her, standing there so proud and defiant, and almost pitied her. ‘You haven’t a shred of evidence.’
‘Then I’ll find some,’ she said. ‘If it kills me.’
She pushed past me, still brandishing her bag, as if she thought I’d try to restrain her. It just showed how little she knew me. I never restrained women…not without their explicit consent.
‘Be careful what you wish for,’ I murmured to myself, as she slammed the front door behind her.



His stammering made her giggle, and he had to ball his hands into fists to stop himself from grabbing her hair in his hands and pulling her mouth to his. Her lips, plump and pink formed a smile. “Nervous?”
“Me?” he asked and found his voice going high.
That was not like him. She did make him nervous, and that was odd. “Do I make you nervous?”
“Hell no!” He slipped his arm around her waist.
Paul came to his side after telling the cops he had no idea who was at fault either. “Hi,” he said to the girl who would be running away from Arsen if she knew what he really wanted with her. “I’m Paul.”
“As you can see that’s my driver, Paul. So you won’t be completely alone with a stranger if you allow me to drive you to your home.” Arsen told her as he moved her along with him, his arm tight around her waist.
“Promise me something.”
“Anything,” he said. “I think I could promise you anything?” His finger trailed over her collarbone and he looked deep into her eyes.
They were full of trust, even though they shouldn’t be. If she only knew what he wanted to do to her beautiful porcelain skin, watch it turn a nice shade of pink after he had paddled it well.
“Promise you won’t hurt me.” Her words hit him hard.
“Why would you say that?” he asked as he pulled his hand back and searched her eyes.



“Shhh.” He pulled her close, one warm hand at the small of her back and the other stroking her hair. For just a moment, she allowed herself to melt against him. She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes, listening to the soft thumping of his heart.
“It’s going to be all right, Mel,” he murmured. “You don’t have to be strong all the time.”
She sighed. It had been a long time since she’d felt a man’s arms around her like this. Too long. She felt small and vulnerable and . . . protected, somehow.
Regretfully, she took a step away from the man who held her.
“I’m not ready, Dan,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“I can’t do this. Not now. Not with his friend.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” It was a mistake to look up. She knew it even as she did so. She looked up into his soft brown eyes and couldn’t tear her gaze away. He was looking deep into her soul; in that instant, she realized that he could see all of her doubts, all of her insecurities, her fears.
She knew what she was going to say next, and she hated herself for it. “No, I don’t want you to leave, and that’s why I’m asking you to.”
“All right,” he said softly. He touched her cheek and brushed his thumb gently across her lips.  “I’ll go, but not without this.”
He kissed her then. It was the tender, cautious kiss of a man who wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing. His lips met hers, timidly seeking a response. It was a soft kiss, a gentle kiss that seared her soul and stole her breath; she swayed against him, suddenly dizzy.
He wrapped his arm tightly around her and pulled her even closer as the kiss grew in intensity. She allowed her arms to creep up and around his neck, hungrily accepting his embrace and leaning into him. As Dan’s hands moved possessively over her body, she wondered what she would do if he tore her clothes away and made love to her right here in the kitchen.
She caught her breath when his fingers slipped under the silky fabric of her blouse, and she twisted slightly in his grasp to give him better access to her skin. His warm, gentle fingers slid upward and traced the outline of her nipples through the lace of her bra, sending shockwaves of sensation through her. She quivered, needing so much more.
What am I doing? Suddenly, she pushed him away. “Dan –“
“You’re not ready.”
“No, I – I’m not. Please understand.”
He blew out an explosive breath. “I do understand, Mel. I’ll go, but I’ll be back.”



The place is crowded–incredibly crowded–but we are instantly given a table right by the window. Gorgeous view of Fifth Avenue. It’s dark out–the entire day lost to an exhausting makeover–and the city lights are in full effect. Yellow lights bleed into the brilliant royal blue sky.
Blake slides his arm around my waist, holding me tightly. There’s something protective about it. It’s almost sweet. But it must be for show. That’s the whole idea here. Our relationship is a ruse. Just for show.
He pulls out my chair for me and pushes it in after me. A perfect gentleman on the outside. Inside, I haven’t got a clue, but there’s no reason why it needs to concern me.
I slide my fingers over the menu but pay no real attention to its details. Blake is the kind of guy who likes to be in charge of dinner. He’ll order for me, right down to my drinks and dessert. If we’re staying for dessert.
I take a long sip of my water, avoiding his gaze. It’s penetrating again. I stare at the clean, white tablecloth as long as I can. When I can’t stand it any longer, I make eye contact. The same penetrating look is on his face.
“Kat.”
“Yes?”
“This only works if we’re honest with each other.”
“Okay. I’m tired. I’m starving. I want to go home and see my sister, but according to her texts, she’s going out with her best friend. God knows where they’re going or if they have fake IDs.”
He nods like he understands. His eyes pass over me, his expression softening.
“You like me all cleaned up?” I ask.
“It doesn’t matter what I like.”
“But do you like it?”
“Yes.”
There’s this weight in my chest. It shouldn’t matter, but I still feel heavy all over.
“I liked you before, too.” He reaches across the table, offering his hand. “Look at me, Kat.”
“I’m looking at you.”
“Like you’re infatuated with me.”
I draw a circle on his palms with my fingertips. Make my eyes are big as they’ll get. Part my lips like I’m desperate to kiss him. “Like that?”
“We’ll have to practice.”
I slide back into my chair, pulling my arms to my sides. Gaga couples can’t be gaga all the time. They get into fights. Isn’t the passion the whole appeal of a passionate love affair? Passion isn’t just long, desperate kisses and bodies thrashing together in ecstasy. It’s screaming and fighting and slapping too.
“Kat.”
“What?” I snap. I blame hunger.
“Have you ever loved anyone?”
“No. And no one has ever loved me. If that was your next question.” I dig my nails into my now totally smooth thighs. “If you’re so good at pretending, look at me like you’re in love with me.”
He nods. He slides out of his seat and kneels next to me. Several heads turn. He is in the perfect position to propose. He lifts himself up, so he’s a few inches from me. His eyes get wide, soft. His lips curl into the smallest of smiles.
Warmth spreads through my body. It’s not like before. It’s not a coursing, desperate heat. It’s in my chest, not between my legs. Blake takes my hand and rubs the pad of his thumb against the skin between my thumb and forefinger. I look away, and he reaches for me. His fingertips graze my cheek, light as a feather. It’s warm there, too.
Dizzy. I’m dizzy. It’s bright in here. Loud. But, somehow, I can’t hear or see anything except him. I can’t help but stare into his eyes. That look is pure affection. It’s love. Hell, I almost believe it. No, not almost.
I do believe it. That warmth swims to my stomach and cheeks. Breath escapes my body. It’s all pretend. An example. But I can’t stop the feeling. No one has ever looked at me like this. I want so badly for it to be real. I never wanted anything like this before, but now it’s the only thing that matters.
He leans closer. Closer. His lips are an inch from mine. It’s not like before. That was passionate, yes, but it was carnal. Nothing but sex. This is sweet, innocent even. His hands slide through my hair, and for a second, I forget my whole appearance is different. My eyes flutter closed and I do forget. I forget everything except the feeling of Blake’s lips. Soft. Sweet. Hint of lemon from the water.
He pulls back and brings his mouth to my ear. “It’s pretend, Kat. It’s all pretend.”
I nod like I believe him. “I know.”
“Can you do that?”
I nod like I believe in my ability to lie.
He shifts back to his seat. His eyes stay glued to mine. “Good.”
“What?”
“The way you’re looking at me. I believe you.”
“Oh, yeah, of course.” I press my palms against the chiffon, but the fabric does nothing to absorb the sweat. We nearly had sex in a dressing room. I shouldn’t be nervous over a kiss and a few sweet glances.
The server arrives with a good evening. Just as I predicted, Blake orders for us. I let my attention shift away, off to some place where it won’t hurt me. My only job is to look at Blake like I’m in love. I can absolutely do that without falling in love. Absolutely.



“Libby, right?”
At the sound of John’s question from behind me, I stand up from my crouched position by the bookshelves in the library and turn to face him with what I hope is a neutral expression.
It quickly turns into a frown at the sight of him wearing another hoodie and the stupid sunglasses. I mean, we’re in a library, why is he still wearing them indoors? “Yeah, that’s right.”
“Wasn’t sure if you’d remember me or not.”
“Forget the guy who got me into an exclusive club? That would be a bitchy thing to do.” Putting the book in my hand back on the shelf, I cross my arms over my chest. “Wondering how you managed to find me in the library is another thing altogether, however.”
He grins, making me wish those stupid glasses weren’t on his face so I can see what he looks like, and points his thumb backward over his shoulder. “Coincidence, I assure you. Thought it was you when I came up the steps and didn’t see you again the other night so figured I would say hello.”
I refrain from pointing out the fact he’s the one who walked away and left me in the club after wishing me a good night. “Oh. Well, you might’ve seen me before since I work here.”
Chuckling, he shoves his hand into his pockets. “Nice. I come here a lot. That does explain why I thought you looked so familiar the other night.”
“Mystery solved.” With a smile, I point at my own face while asking him, “What’s up with the glasses? Are you missing an eyeball or hiding a scar or what?”
He shakes his head while laughing humorlessly. “I wish. At least those would be exciting reasons. Mine is more for privacy reasons.”
I can’t decide whether he’s being mysterious or obnoxious. “What are you, a movie star?”
“If that’s what you want to believe I am, sure. Just as long as you agree to go on a date with me tonight.”
My mouth gapes. “A date?”
“Dinner and a movie. Or if you’ve got a better idea, I’m open to suggestions. Just say yes and we’ll go from there.”
I would ask him if he’s serious, but something tells me he is, just as he was the other night. We barely know each other, and while I know the whole point of a date is to get to know someone, I’m not sure why he wants to go on one with me.
“I don’t know if I can tonight…”
“All right. Give me your phone. I’ll put my number in it and you can call me to let me know when you’re free.”
He holds out his hand, and since he’s only giving me his and not asking for mine, I hand my phone to him after unlocking it. He types fast, places it back in my hand, and then steps close until he’s only a few inches away.
“Call me later, Libby. I’ll be waiting.”



“Good morning Mr. Wexler,” I say as cheerfully as I can manage, knowing how much he hates cheerful people.
“What’s good about it?” he huffs.
“Well, you’re still here,” I chuckle. “I’d say that’s a pretty good start.”
Alfred Wexler is our resident grouch though deep down, he’s a big softie. He’s 59 years old and divorced, with three grown kids, six grocery stores and a Grade-three Anaplastic Astrocytoma, in other words, a brain tumor.
“You bet your ass I’m still here, I’m not checking out until that son of mine comes to his senses and signs a pre-nup or ditches that gold-digging fiancée of his.”
“I take it your weekend with family didn’t go so well.”
“To tell you the truth I was glad to see them go,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. “I love them but I could have lived without the ass kissing and sympathy. It was depressing.”
“Well you certainly won’t get any of that here,” I assure him, prepping him for his blood draw. “You’ll just feel a little stick.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a sadist?” he asks.
“Wait until you see what I can do with a pair of clippers,” I chuckle.
I send his blood work to the lab before shaving his head, bathing him and getting him ready for surgery. His daughters arrive just as the orderly comes to wheel him downstairs.
“I’ll be here when you get back,” I assure him.
“Thanks for the warning,” he scoffs.
I watch as his daughters kiss his cheeks and try to reassure him before following the gurney down the hall. I know that they’re both terrified, knowing that this could be the last time they see their father alive but I can see his stubborn determination in both of them.
I look over at the window seat and realize that I forgot to put on his lucky socks. “Damn it!”
I grab the socks, rush into the hallway after him and run smack into the huge metal breakfast cart just as it rounds the corner. It knocks me on my ass with a huge clatter.
Amy the dietician, Josh the orderly and the handsome Asian guy hurry to my rescue. “Oh my God, Desiree, I’m so sorry,” Amy says apologetically. “I didn’t see you coming!”
Amy Wynn is only about five feet tall on her best day and weighs maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. It’s a wonder she can manage to push the cart, let alone see over it.
“I’m okay Amy, look, no breakfast for 308 until I’ve checked his blood sugar and Josh; I need you to get these down to Mr. Wexler in surgery right away. Don’t you leave there without making sure they’re on his feet, do you hear me?”
“Got it,” he says taking the socks from me and running toward the elevators.
“Let me help you up,” the hot Asian guy says, offering me his hand. “I’m Ian, Rosalie Parker’s son.”
“Ian, yes I think she mentioned you were coming today,” I say as he helps me into a chair in the hallway. “I’m Desiree Sparks, your mom’s nurse.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, she’s very fond of you,” he smiles. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine; I think I just banged my knee.”
“Are you always so vigilant about socks?” he chuckles.
Logically, I’m sure he’s just trying to break the ice but in my mind he’s still the asshole who drenched me in coffee this morning and the last person I wanted to come to my rescue. Now I just feel patronized. “Only when they’re thirty-five year old lucky socks for a man about to undergo brain surgery,” I scoff.
“I didn’t mean-,”
“Ian?” Mrs. Parker calls from her room, interrupting his apology.
“Go check on your mom, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I tell him, stepping over to Mr. Kent’s doorway in 308.



When Emma Cartwright pulled into the parking lot of Shooter’s Bar on that Friday night, she was a woman with a mission. Like the best of missions, it was simple, clear, and had a defined and measurable aim: Emma was going to go in there and pick up a scorching hot man and go home with him.
Shooter’s was, she knew, hands-down the best damn place in Denver to embark on such a mission. According to Kat, the guys in this place were pretty much after nothing but a good time. And Emma needed a good time tonight.
She sat in her car for a minute, running over the game plan in her mind. OK, so a few deal breakers in terms of her choice for her very first one-night-stand:
First, Kat said Shooter’s attracted lots of soldiers passing through, and Emma wasn’t so interested in guys recently back from combat. Chances are they’d be traumatized, and she had more than enough trauma going on in her life right now. No, tonight was an escape for her, and as such, she wasn’t interested in damaged, possibly dangerous, guys. And she’d have to keep her wits about her here: no getting drunk and putting herself in a bad situation with the wrong guy.
Second, nobody too sweet. He had to be a nice guy, clearly, but not relationship material. She had a tendency to get attached to sweet guys, guys who held her hand and wanted to take her for dinner. But if this was just casual sex, then she didn’t want it to be with a guy that she’d really want to see again.
Third, she needed to lie about herself. Not her name; that was going a bit far. But she definitely didn’t want anyone knowing that she was a psychologist – that tended to freak people out even at the best of times – so tonight she was going to be Olivia Jameson’s personal assistant. She was sure that Liv wouldn’t mind the deception, though she was pretty certain that her actual assistant Nigel most definitely would.
As if she had conjured Olivia up just by thinking about her, Liv’s ring tone trilled from Emma’s purse. She pushed ‘reject’ and then turned the ringer to vibrate. She knew that Kat and Liv and Jenny were all anxious to hear the final diagnosis after almost a month of tests, but Emma didn’t want to talk about that right now. Tomorrow was fine for doom and gloom. Tonight was about grabbing on to life with both hands, as hard as she could, as many times as she could take it.
She knew what she was doing was unhealthy and reactionary. If one of her patients received the kind of bad news that she’d gotten that day, and they then turned around and flung themselves full-on into a one-night-stand, Emma would have plenty to say about that. She’d say they were in some major denial, and desperately trying to avoid inevitable pain, and maybe even engaging in some complicated form of self-harm.


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Jessa Jacobs ~
Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.


So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.


When I’m not writing (which is almost never) I enjoy reading, hiking in the foothills near Denver, live blues music, karaoke and now and then indulging in her karaoke habit.


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Candy J. Starr ~
Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the band she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity – totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.


Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.


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Once upon a time there was a girl who lived to write stories of happy ever after. During the day.
But at night, oh at night, her world transformed into one of dark desires, deep passions and the forbidden. It is this duality that makes her so interesting.


She combines the two sides of her imagination by penning stories of erotic romance and true love.
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Annabel Chant ~
Annabel Chant has always loved reading and writing stories. She lives in village about half an hour from London, with her family, her dog and a vastly over-stuffed library that no one appreciates except for her.


She was seized one day with the idea for an erotic short story. She wrote the first pages, about a woman getting dressed up to go to meet a guy that called himself only The Filth Monger.


Then, she put it aside without ever looking at it again but, from that seed, this whole series developed.
She has lived in Nice and Belgium, as well as all over the UK. When she’s not writing, she enjoys nothing more than curling up with a steamy read.


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Michelle Love writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha billionaires who love them. She has found her own happily ever after with her dream husband and adorable 2-year-old.



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A.J. Goode discovered romance novels as a teenager, when she learned to sneak away with her mother’s collection of Harlequins and 1970’s bodice-rippers. She quickly fell in love with the happy endings and stories in which love conquers all.


She is also a single mother, a high school lunchlady, and a blogger with a knack for seeking the humorous side of every situation.


A.J. is a lifelong resident of Michigan, and her fictional town of Beach Haven is loosely based on the real town where she spent her childhood summers. The series is her way of combining her love for the beach with her addiction to romance novels.



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Crystal Kaswell writes scorching hot new adult romance. When she isn’t writing, she is chain drinking tea, binge watching Law and Order, practicing yoga, or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.



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Alana Leigh ~
Alana Leigh set off to find herself by writing, and found she’s still lost. From short and sweet to hot and spicy, Alana has decided to publish whatever she digs up from the depths of her psyche, and let you, her readers to find her. When you do, please send wine. And chocolate – dark chocolate. Thank you.

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Lexi Larue has been writing suspense and romance short stories since she was a young girl. She loves romances with a little bit of mystery. She loves creating strong characters who love life and live with abandon. Lexi lives in Chicago where she enjoys the hanging out in jazz clubs and dining in hole in the wall restaurants.



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Marysol James ~
Marysol James was raised in a small town in Canada and is still a small-town girl at heart. She’s a cancer survivor, cinnamon bun lover, and hardcore caffeine addict.


Marysol crosses genres in her writing, happily and enthusiastically. To date, she’s published 23 steamy, sexy, slinky Contemporary Romances spread over four different series, including the Amazon best-selling ‘Unseen Enemy’ and ‘Dangerous Curves’ series.


Besides her romances, Marysol also writes crisp, clever, Contemporary Literature. It can be dark and provocative at times, and magical realism features heavily in her books. She loves moving between the worlds of magical realism and glorious romance, and she’s grateful every day to be able to do both.
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The Client

13035498_575123012663746_124815377_oThe Client by M.S. Parker –
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My life isn’t going exactly the way I planned, but I can make ends meet and I have a fiancé I love. I’m one of those people who believes in working with what I’ve been given… I just never expected this kind of curveball.

When a run through Central Park sets in motion events that change the course of Sara Carr’s life, she never imagines that they will lead her to Dorian Forbes, a billionaire former fighter, and a new job as his personal trainer. A new job that comes with its own complications.