Today we are sharing some teasers for ACHE by S.M. Soto. It is an upcoming second chance romance novel. It is available to preorder now for only $2.99, and it will go live on April 9th!PRE-ORDER NOWAmazon US | Nook | Apple | KoboAmazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU --------------Join S.M. Soto's Reader GroupJoin S.M. Soto's Mailing List------------- ACHE by S.M. SotoPreorder Now | Coming April 9Amazon US | Nook | Apple | KoboAmazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU Book Blurb:A second chance romance. What happens when you fall for the boy next door? Bea Norwood had the market on normal. Drama free life? Check. A single-mother who doubled as her confidant and partner in crime? Check. A neighbor and best friend she trusted more than anyone? Check. But that was until the day her mother remarried. The day that changed everything. When her best friend's cousin, Liam Falcon, is sent to live with his aunt and uncle to clean up his act, Bea finds herself falling for the boy next door. With their hearts so infinitely entwined, Bea turns to Liam as her only escape from her new step-brother's daily torment at home. Bea thought their love could conquer anything. But she was wrong. Love was for fools, and she was the biggest fool of them all. When Liam left Lakeport, he took her heart with him, shattering the organ to pieces. Six years later, Liam takes a trip back to Lakeport to visit his family, and to see HER. His first love. The girl who holds his heart. The same girl who shattered it six years ago without looking back. Liam is hell-bent on seeing Bea again after six years, but what he finds tears his heart in half. Bea Norwood is a shell of the girl he fell in love with. Underneath the baggy clothes, and pale skin, he knows she's still in there somewhere, he just needs to find her. Liam will stop at nothing to win his girl back, but sometimes, ignorance is bliss, and Liam isn't prepared for Bea's truth.Add the book to Goodreads-------------------------AUTHOR INFORMATION:S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life). FOLLOW S.M. SOTO:Sign up for S.M.'s Newsletter Join S.M.'s Reader Group Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Instagram | Bookbub | Goodreads
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Behind the "lights, camera, action" of Hollywood lies a world of deception, love, and seduction. Are you ready for Hollywood Royalty? Carter A blonde, a brunette, a redheadâ¦he can have his pick of them all on any given night and he knows it. They wait, hoping he looks up and gives them his signature smirk, choosing them over the others because thatâs his game. Except now he's signed the contract of a lifetime, one with a pesky little clause that says his zipper must stay up and his playboy image has got to tamp down. It'll be fineâa piece of cake, evenâhe can do this and heâs almost convinced himself of that ⦠and then she walks in the room The new PR girl whom theyâve hired to change his image, she's the star of all his dreams, but thereâs one tiny little problemâ¦she can't stand him and all of his player ways. He knows he only has thirty days to show her why they call him Hollywoodâs Prince. Heâs up for the challenge, so game on. AVAILABLE NOW
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Something was stolen from Zamirah. Something she had wanted to save for her first
love.
The thieves got away with it, while she was painted with all the blame by those she
loved most. That was when the ruin began to set in. She was broken, and certain she
would never trust anyone again.
Ambrose did not get the memo.
Ambrose was hard headed, and he was not going anywhere. He knows Zamirah is
strong, but even superheroes need someone to lean on. If he keeps showing up, maybe
he can help her learn that even the darkest parts of her are worthy of love. It won’t be
easy, but nothing worth having comes without hard work.
Zamirah believes she is ruined, but to Ambrose she is perfectly imperfect and he
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Though successful in her day job, Bonnie Griffin found that her creative soul was
not being fed. She longed to fulfill her dream of becoming an author, and decided
to make that dream a reality. Tapping into her own inner darkness, she took a deep
breath and a leap of faith, and Author B.M. Griffin was born, giving a new
perspective on paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Because of her difficult
childhood, reading became an outlet and a sanctuary for Ms. Griffin. Through her
avid imagination, Ms. Griffin loves creating new worlds, creatures, species, and
bringing them together through action and most of all, LOVE. When asked why
she writes, she said, “Writing gives me solace. It gives me the chance to leave the
world behind and lay everything out through my words. It’s the best kind of
therapy.”
Ms. Griffin lives in the small town of Richlands, North Carolina with her husband
and two daughters. Her works include Loving Her Scars, Aurora, & her latest
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Release Date: March 28, 2019
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Synopsis
He bought me, but not to touch or taste. He bought me to save me, and to atone for past sins. Handsome and mysterious, he swoops in to offer me a new life, but this is no knight in shining armor. He’s cold, hardened by his past. But there’s an inferno underneath the ice, I can feel the heat each time he looks at me—each time he gives in to the desire between us.No matter how much I push to unleash the fire in his eyes, he shoves back harder each time. He’s merciless with his cruel words, telling me how naïve I am, how little I know of the world. But I’m stronger than he thinks. When we face down our demons from the past, I’ll prove which one of us was in need of saving, and which one of us is the savior.
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Nobody’s Baby But Mine
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo Check out the Kickstarter for the sequel! -- EXCERPT: March The March rain pelting the kitchen windows made Rachel think of tears. And there were indeed tears in her eyes as she told JT that their best friends’ marriage was over. The inseparable love birds, Tina and Andy, were the last couple they thought would lose in the marriage roulette. Rachel had also thought that their two young children were another unbreakable bond. Her husband frowned as he looked up from his poached salmon and asparagus laden plate. “I didn’t even know they were having problems.” Her temples throbbed. She had been too self-absorbed with her own life and yearning for a baby that she hadn’t noticed any signs or cracks in Tina’s marriage. Some friend you are, Rachel. “He was having an affair with a friend of theirs since Justin was born. Tina didn’t suspect a thing…It’s so sad how everything can change so suddenly. Why would a man jeopardize his whole family life like that?” How fragile life and relationships seemed. Nervous for all marriages she thanked God for her own strong bond with JT. Despite their issues of unexplained infertility, their marriage was blessed even after seven-and-a-half years. “I’m sorry to hear this. I’m shocked…but maybe he wasn’t getting what he needed from her—” “What? Tina’s been a great wife and very patient with him all these years.” She felt her anger rise thinking of Tina’s meddling mother-in-law—so much like her own—and Andy’s fledgling music production business, which had ostensibly kept him away from home for days at a time. “It’s disgusting what he’s done.” “I agree, but no one knows what really goes on behind closed doors.” He sighed, “But there’s never any excuse to screw up a marriage.” Rachel shook her head. “No, and especially with Emily and Justin….” How would Tina manage with her five-year-old daughter and almost three-year-old son on her own? He shook his head. “He’s a fool. I’m disappointed for them all.” He glanced at her, his fork half way to his lips, “Don’t worry, Rachel, I know how much you care for her. All you can do is be there for them.” He then put a salmon morsel in his mouth. “Communication is the most important thing in any marriage, right?” She felt JT’s eyes bore into hers as he watched her across the narrow mahogany kitchen table. Putting down his cutlery he reached for her hand nearest to him. She adored that sparkle in his gunmetal-grey eyes and that slow smile. “We’re not like the rest, to do anything stupid and ruin everything.” With a quirked brow his thumb massaged the top of her hand. Her heart skittered at JT’s deep knowing expression the way it had when they met at a mutual friend’s wedding in London nine-and-a-half years ago. He seemed to always know how to brighten her moods, make her smile, feel safe and whole. He kept her grounded, focussing on what mattered most; them: them, together. Rachel would concentrate on her part-time job with Gareth Robinson-Brown’s real estate agency and not drive herself crazy about why she was still not pregnant after five years of trying. She remembered JT’s wise words after their last specialist appointment a couple of months ago to stay patient and positive and not let anyone stress her out. That was why she had given up running her own team in a Central London agency three years ago. Neither did she get too involved in her younger sister’s private life. Emotionally supporting the twenty-five year-old Abby without getting sucked into the turmoil of her sister’s love life was proving wise and healthier for both sisters. She pushed aside the uneasiness she had felt seven months ago when she had met Rick, the new boyfriend. Abby had seemed happy with a bright ‘I’m in love’ smile at her trendy restaurant in Islington, but the phone calls had petered out over the last couple of months. Rachel resolved to call and see how she was doing. In the meantime, she would be truly present for Tina. She took in a breath and slowly exhaled and felt a smile play on her lips. “I know you’d never dare stray, because I’d just have to kill you.” She threw him an arch look. JT grinned. “I’d never want to be with another woman but you, and you know it. And it can work both ways. I’d strangle any guy who even looks at you in that way.” His eyes darkened, his passionate lips thinning into a resolute line on that handsome rugged face, making her smile broaden. “Like your old boyfriend we bumped into… where was that? The French restaurant soon after we met.” “Brandon.” Her pulse raced for a few seconds and then settled. “It was our second date.” “Ah, so you still remember the name of that pretty-boy, no-good gigolo.” The twinkling glint in his eyes was warm and inviting. “You’ll have to make up for that, wench.” “I truly love you, JT. How did I get so lucky?” He smiled again. “You’re going in the right direction.” He let go of her hand for the moment it took to push his chair back and come and stand beside her. Holding both her hands he raised her left one to his lips. His touch was always simultaneously calming and arousing. He leaned towards her. “Am I reading those sexy brown eyes right? There’s more than one choice for dessert to make up for…” She licked the corner of her lower lip while he stared at her mouth as if it was a luscious strawberry, his favourite fruit. Especially when served with melted semi-sweet dark chocolate. “Devil’s food cake and chocolate dipped strawberries.” His lips slowly gravitated towards her mouth. Even after all these years together, Sundays were their full day and night for each other and no one else. Their routine became a variation of sharing a long shower or an indulgent hot soak in the tub before dinner. Before long they lay in each other’s arms against the soft cushions on the large Persian rug. The large fire in the regal fireplace shed heat and golden light over their naked skin and the plush cream throw. The intermittent crackling of the flames accompanied Nora Jones in the background. The light banter between them changed as JT gently placed Rachel’s empty wine glass on the sofa table beside the plate with the single remaining chocolate-dipped strawberry. He leaned closer. “I’ll make you forget everything and everyone tonight.” JT murmured low, nuzzling his lips against her ear and migrating to her other sensitive erogenous zones. Almost purring, she lay back welcoming his explorations. Her arms encompassed his broad shoulders. She closed her eyes and counted her lucky stars. Everything would work out, even filling the nursery with their gorgeous, healthy baby. Pushing the thought out by letting the languid feelings of their intimacy flood her mind, she gave herself over completely to the bliss. “I’ll always adore you.” He groaned, inhaling into her throat. Her pulse and heart beats quickened as he explored her skin and his lips hovered so close to hers. “Don’t ever doubt it.” “I know. I—I love you, too.” Shivers of anticipation made her voice shake. Then they were kissing, hungry and sated at the same time. As always, his touch and sure kisses covering her tingling skin melted her insides. Lightly, her shaking fingertips traced a butterfly-light line from his neck to his shoulders. His hard biceps stiffened at her caress. She loved his strong physique. Running impatient fingers through his thick silky hair she directed his head lower and kissed him deeper. She was home, warm and stimulated, marvelling how neither tired of making love with each other despite their pressures. His work and her constant hopes for a baby. Almost of their own volition, her hands roved down his straining back muscles, as her legs tightened around his taut buttocks and hips to meld even closer into each other. Everything outside their circle vanished. Well, almost everything.
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Title: The Benefits of Bad Decisions
Author: Lisa Suzanne
Genre: Contemporary Rock Star Romance
Release Date: April 1, 2019
Blurb
After a bad decision lands me a role on a reality show, I expect it to be my big break as a TV star. Despite getting kicked off the first night, I land on my feet again when a talent agent who saw the show offers me an audition as back-up dancer for a popular rock band.
Knowing this could be my stepping stone is exciting, but the real thrill is watching Brody bang on his drums every night. Itâs a bad idea for a dancer to hook up with a band member, but after he kisses me, I canât stay away. Facing the consequences was inevitable, and it only takes one scandalous mistake from my past to cause our complete destruction. Bad decision or not, I always manage to come out on top⦠until I donât.
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© 2019 Lisa Suzanne
CHAPTER 1
ZOEY
I wring my hands nervously in front of me, and then I force myself to stop. I wipe them down the front of my dress thatâs purposely a little too short as I try in vain to eliminate the clamminess.
You can do this. You got this. Just go do it.
Be daring.
Be expressive.
Be bold.
I take a deep breath as I stare at the nameplate on the heavy wooden door. Derek Jensen.
Heâs a Hollywood heavyweight, the casting director for an entire network, and Iâm here for my interview spot for the reality dating show Single Life. Twenty women vie for the attention of one hot single guy, and I want to be one of the twenty.
If nothing else, itâll get me a step closer to my real goal: a career on the silver screen. Plenty of successful actors got their start on a reality show. Jennifer Hudson, Emma Stone, Katharine McPhee...shit, even Jon Hamm failed on a dating show.
If they could do it, so can I.
I lift a shaking hand and knock on the door.
âCome in.â The voice on the other side is deep and muffled by the weight of the door.
I turn the handle and let myself in. I spot an open chair in front of the executive desk, and I force one foot in front of the other to get to it. I pause in my pursuit and glance at the man behind the desk, and I find myself frozen for one hot beat.
Heâs a goddamn Greek god sitting there in a suit.
My first thought is that maybe it wonât be so bad to do whatever it takes to get what I want.
I wonder what heâs packing beneath his professional clothes. A six-pack of abs for sure. More than likely something long and thick beneath his belt. A broad chest that could hold me in the afterglow.
The door swings shut behind me as I study him. His lustrous and shiny dark hair is styled in a textured, slicked to the side way, and his dark eyes hold an edge of mystery as they pin me to my spot. I wonder for just a beat how old he is. Definitely older than forty...maybe older than fifty? Itâs hard to tell, but age is just an unimportant number. It wouldnât be so bad to do something illicit bent over his desk to get my spot on the show.
Thatâs how Hollywood works, isnât it?
I tip my chin up with confidence. I refuse to be intimidated by a man even if heâs a stunningly handsome one like this guy. âIâm Zoey Fuller.â
He pushes to his feet and reaches his hand across his desk to shake mine. I place my clammy one in his and find his to be cool. Collected. Much like him.
âDerek Jensen. Have a seat.â
I follow his orders, and one side of his mouth tips up in a smile.
He leans back comfortably in his chair while I sit forward with unease.
âWhy do you want to appear on Single Life?â he asks.
I draw in a deep breath. âIâve been looking for love my entire life, Mr. Jensen, and I havenât found it yet. Maybe Iâm just looking in the wrong places.â
âAnd this has nothing to do with the doors appearing on a television show might open for you? Youâre a gorgeous young woman, after all.â He glances at the paper in front of him. âA background in dance,â he says, and then he pauses as his eyes fall to my chest, my legs, and back up again, searing each part of my body as they trail along. âLovely blonde hair, a pretty face that would work well on the screen. Big, blue eyes that scream innocence but a dancerâs body that says otherwise. How many Instagram followers do you have? I canât tell you how many ladies who think theyâre Instagram famous come through my door.â
A dancerâs body that says otherwise. His words echo in my head as I basically ignore the other things he said.
Is he coming onto me, or is this just how these interviews work?
Iâm not sure, but he did ask me a question. âThis has nothing to do with doors opening, sir. I have connections of my own that I could use if that was my end goal.â Itâs a lie, but Iâve practiced it so many times it feels like the truth. The lie is that this has nothing to do with doors opening. I want to go on television because I want to be discovered. And while my brother certainly has connections, I want to do this for myself.
He raises a brow and glances down at some papers on his desk. âI see that here.â He nods. âEthan Fuller, the drummer of Vail, is your brother?â
I was hoping to get through this interview without that coming up. I nod and lean forward a bit. I know exactly what Iâm doing, and I watch as his eyes flick down to the cleavage spilling out the top of my dress before they trail back to mine.
âHmm...â he muses. âHow long have you been dancing?â
âMy whole life. I started ballet before pre-school.â I donât mention that it was also before my father was hauled off to prison. I leave out the fact that I missed a lot of lessons growing up because my mother was too busy with her man of the week to drive me to them. My aunt often helped out, and even today sheâs the mother I never had to my half-sisters. I was always quick to pick up what I missed, though. But dance isnât what I want out of life, either. âI danced all through high school, too. I taught a few private lessons during college to earn extra cash.â
His eyes fall to my body again, and I feel their blazing heat everywhere they land. âInteresting indeed.â
I take that as my cue. Iâve never been to one of these casting interviews before, but Iâm sharp enough to understand why his door has no window on it. I stand and press my palms on his desk as I lean forward, allowing more cleavage to spill out. âI donât want to talk about my brother, Mr. Jensen.â
He raises a brow at me. âWhat, exactly, do you want to talk about, Ms. Fuller?â
I look him square in the eye and use my most sensual voice to answer. âIâll do anything to get on the show, sir.â
âAre you offering what I think youâre offering?â His hands rest comfortably on the desk in front of him, and I spot an empty third finger on his left hand. My eyes fall to his lips. Theyâre not too full, not too thin. Theyâre firm, and they make me think he must be a really good kisser. I want to find out.
âIâm offering whatever it takes to get on the show.â
His eyes dip to my cleavage again, and I canât help but think how easy men are to read. âI know what I want,â he says. He flicks his head to indicate I should come behind his desk.
I step over to him, and he swivels in his chair to face me. He stands and kicks the chair out behind him with practiced ease. Clearly this isnât the first time heâs allowed someone auditioning into the space behind his desk.
I gaze up from lowered lashes into those dark, mysterious eyes. I think for the briefest second that Iâd like something more than a quick romp over a desk with this man. Heâs powerful. Heâs handsome. Heâs smart. He must be loaded.
Thatâs all Iâm looking for.
What Iâm not looking for, however, is someone who would allow a girl like me to seduce him just for a spot on a television show.
So Iâll do what needs to be done, and then Iâll forget all about this Derek Jensen guy.
He sweeps my hair to the side before he runs a long fingertip along the curve of my neck. I whimper and allow myself to get lost in whatâs about to go down in this office. People on the other side are doing their jobs, earning a paycheck as they hustle and bustle around, with no idea of whatâs about to happen in here.
Or maybe they do know. Maybe this is something Derek does all the time.
But Iâm in here now, and heâs never done this with me before.
Not that Iâll be the one to change him, to get him to stop his wild ways and commit to me. Not that I even want that. But for a split second, I get lost in the fantasy anyway.
He turns me quickly around so his front is to my back, and his lips replace his finger on my neck. I groan with lust at the feel of those lips on my body, and then he bends me over his desk so fast I donât even see it coming. I grunt as the edge of the desk knocks the wind out of me a little, but he doesnât stop, doesnât slow down. He runs those same fingertips along my spine, and then he reaches beneath my dress, not wasting a single moment. He probably doesnât have time to waste. Our interview was scheduled for fifteen minutes, and we already wasted the first five talking.
He pulls my panties to the side, not bothering with things like removing our clothes, and sinks a long finger into me. My eyes roll back and my abdomen presses harder into the desk as I fight the urge to come all over his hand. Thereâs something so illicit, so hot, so wrong about what weâre doing right now. I love it. I want it. I crave it.
âShit, thatâs wet,â he murmurs with appreciation.
I hear the zip of his pants followed by the tear of a wrapper, and seconds later he plunges into me. Heâs thick, so he slides in slowly to allow my body to adapt to his size. He pulls nearly all the way out before he thrusts back in, and once heâs coated with my wetness, he drives in harder and harder. Each thrust forces a grunt out of me, and each time he rears back and pushes forward again, I find myself closer and closer to ecstasy.
Itâs only a few more thrusts before I lose control. I spiral down into the blackness of bliss, the pleasure spotting my vision as my hands clamp down on the edge of the desk to brace myself against the onslaught of an orgasm. My body pulses and I cry out with it, the soundtrack in this office our voices mingling in an orchestra of satisfaction. He grunts out his release after my body relaxes into his desk, and he pulls out nearly immediately after he finishes. He disappears into a private restroom connected to his office, and I smooth my dress back into place. Iâm sitting back in the chair facing his desk when he returns.
He clears his throat. âMy secretary will be in touch with whether youâve earned your spot on the show early next week.â His face gives nothing away, yet I canât believe what we just did didnât earn me a spot.
I grin. âThank you, Mr. Jensen.â
He doesnât smile back like I expect him toâlike most men would after what we just did. âYou can see yourself out, Ms. Fuller.â
I nod and stand. Iâm sort of at a loss for words. Itâs not like I expect that weâll do this again, but I did kind of expect to know by the time I left today whether Iâd be one of the twenty women appearing on Single Life.
I donât say anything, though. I allow his words to be the last ones spoken in the office as I walk out the door with my head held high.
I did what I had to do, and itâs not like I didnât enjoy doing it.
I completely ignore the dirty feeling that washes over me as I walk out of the building and toward my rental car.
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Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and baby boy. Sheâs a former high school English teacher and college composition instructor. When she's not cuddling baby Mason, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.
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Title: Just Neighbors
Series: Blue Beech #4
Author: Charity Ferrell
Genre: New Adult/Enemies-to-Lovers Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2019
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Every day, my neighbor tells me to have a good morning.
Every day, I tell him to f*ck off.
Kyle Lane is the townâs hottest cop.
Heâs also the man Iâve despised since high school.
Each morning, he stands on his porch with an annoying smirk on his perfect face.
Heâs made it his lifeâs mission to get under my skin.
Until one day, heâs no longer on his porch but on mine.
He claims he wants to redeem himself for ruining my reputation.
My instincts tell me to stay away, but with each morning he shows up, it becomes harder and harder to resist his charm.
I was never supposed to fall in love with my neighbor and once he finds out my secret, weâll forever be enemies.
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Charity Ferrell resides in Indianapolis, Indiana. She grew up riding her bicycle to her library and reading anything she could get her hands on. Angst is her happy place, and she loves writing about flawed people finding love. She loves the basicsâbooks, shoes, and online shopping.
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Misfortune. Bad luck. Heartache.
Devon Thorpe is no stranger to any of them.
After devastating news, Devon’s life becomes a prison of responsibility, heartbreak, and hardship. All her dreams to leave her small town vanish. A prisoner of circumstance.
At her breaking point, Devon has a reckless moment in a diner bathroom with a blue-eyed sexy stranger. A single encounter with him leaves a deep mark on Devon, giving her only a memory of his touch when nights are lonely, and her life becomes too much to take.
Years later, a terrifying incident takes her and her family to Albuquerque NM, where she finds work as a server at a bar to support her mother.
Tattooed, moody, rough, brown-eyed, sexy as hell, Lincoln Kessler, the mysterious owner of the saloon, instantly draws Devon in. She can’t let go of the feeling there is some strange connection between them.
But the more Lincoln tries to push her away, the more determined she is to figure out the enigmatic man. One fiery kiss and Devon realizes she should have stayed away because when their worlds collide and tragedy strikes, she recognizes they are not each other’s savior, but each other’s misfortune.
A tear-jerking, novel about ill-fated love, heartache, loss, and finding your way through the pain.
And a lot of bad luck.
*A NA/Adult Sexy and heartbreaking Contemporary Romance. Deeply emotional with sensitive subject matter of dealing with a crippling mind disease.
The weekend passed in a blur, days spent with mom, nights at the Saloon. I finally met Julie and Miguel the other employees. Julie was a sweet, cute blonde, who went to UNM during the week, making the bar a perfect place for her to work on weekends. Miguel was in his early twenties, good-looking, and fit. The moment he locked eyes on me, he flirted relentlessly with me. It didn’t take me long to realize his conversation was elementary at best, not going much deeper than working out, women, his diet, and how awesome he was. The costumers ate up his cheeky, flirty vibe. He was the perfect bartender, but my tolerance for his unsubtle quips about getting me in bed, had reached its limit by Sunday night.
I barely saw Lincoln the whole weekend. When he did venture from his office to help stock or get a count of inventory, I was no more than a ghost to him, his frostiness towards me not lifting an inch. It frustrated me beyond belief, especially because I worked my ass off. I stocked, cleaned, and did side-work before I was asked, covered more tables than Julie, had customers laughing, bartenders in awe, and the kitchen staff blowing me kisses.
I was the fucking model employee.
Did he even utter one word of “good job” or “I’m sorry I was a total douchebag, forgive me, I’m so glad we hired you”? No, not once.
Besides Nat, even Miguel had told Lincoln how good I was, when I was grabbing stuff out of my locker Sunday night. Though I wasn’t sure I felt flattered or not.
“Hey, man.” I heard Miguel’s voice stream from Lincoln’s office near where I stood, grabbing my bag, dreaming about a shower and bed. Sunday had been almost as busy as Saturday and I was looking forward to the next two days off. “Here’s the till and report.”
Only a grunt came in response.
“Can I say, thank you for hiring that girl. Damn she’s good. Surprised me. Had all her tickets in order and on every drink the moment I finished making them.” Miguel scoffed, like he was truly shocked I was capable of being good. “And doesn’t hurt she’s fucking hot. Nice eye-candy for the bar.”
A noise rolled out of the room, sounding like a feral growl, fleshing my skin with bumps.
“Just sayin’. She’s smokin’. And you know my standards.”
“And if you want to keep you job, you will repress from ever speaking like that about any woman at this bar again.” The sound of a chair screeching across the wood floor, Lincoln’s voice a rumble. “Especially her.”
“Relax, Linc. It was a compliment.”
“Miguel, you are an average bartender with an over inflated ego.” Lincoln’s voice vibrated with cold anger, curling over my skin. “And I warn you, if I see you make one more sexual comment to her, or even look at her…you’re fired. She may not be, but you are easy to replace. Now go home before I change my mind.”
“Someone needs to get laid. Jesus, what is your problem tonight?” Miguel shot back. “And you wouldn’t fire me, you need me. I’m one of the best and you know it.” With a huff, Miguel stomped out of the office, passing me without a glance, and slamming through the back door.
What the fuck just happened? Did Lincoln actually stand up for me? When did he notice Miguel’s attention on me? He didn’t act like I was even here.
Boots hitting the wood floor, snapped me out of my trance, my head jerking to the doorway. Lincoln strode out, his brown eyes catching mine. Instantly his expression went taunt, his jaw twitching with irritation.
“What are you still doing here?”
“I was finishing side-work.” I forced my feet to stay planted on the floor. He was not going to scare me.
He rubbed the spot between his eyes, his nose flaring. “Go home.” He twisted on his feet.
“Yeah, I was. Thanks for your permission.” I snapped, my temper flared out of my mouth before I could think.
He swung back around, his expression detached, but his jaw rolled with aggravation. His stare latched onto me like a trap, locking me in place. Thick tension sprouted between us, tangling my lungs in its web, and slinking around my body.
He took a step closer, stopping a few feet from me, his form looming over mine.
I couldn’t move or look away, my lungs skimmed the surface as his eyes moved over me. Slowly. Meticulous. Heat bloomed inside, flowing through my veins, and tightening my thighs.
This man was a jerk. Had been nothing but rude to me, but I still couldn’t fight the desire to touch him. See if he was real. Understand why my heart thumped when he was close, why my body responded the way it did to him.
Stacey Marie Brown is a lover of hot fictional bad boys and sarcastic heroines who kick butt. She also enjoys books, travel, TV shows, hiking, writing, design, and archery. Stacey swears she is part gypsy, being lucky enough to live and travel all over the world. She grew up in Northern California, where she ran around on her family’s farm, raising animals, riding horses, playing flashlight tag, and turning hay bales into cool forts. She volunteers helping animals and is Eco-friendly. She feels all animals, people, and environment should be treated kindly. ♣ ♣ ♣ |