Title: The Divorce Attorney
Author: Melanie Munton
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 26, 2020
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What are you supposed to do when your insanely hot divorce attorney leans over after you’ve signed your divorce papers and seductively whispers in your ear, “Give me a call if you want to know how it feels to be handled by a real man since you were clearly too much woman for him,” before sliding his business card over and walking out the door?
I mean, what do you do with that?
Sure, I’m tempted. I just lost a hundred and eighty pounds of stupid, cheating man. I deserve to treat myself.
The thing is, I think he might be too much man for me. After all, he’s fifteen years my senior, though he doesn’t look it.
But the urge to learn what this seasoned pro could teach me proves irresistible.
And as it turns out, he’s a pro at a lot of things…like destroying people’s lives.
| AMAZON | iBOOKS | NOOK | KOBO |“Hey,” he coaxes, framing my face with his hands. “Where’d you go, darlin’? Come back to me.”
I put all of our potential issues on a detour and focus on the man in front of me. “How could I be anywhere else when I’ve got that”—I wriggle my hips, grinding against the ridge in his pants—“beneath me?”
He grunts. “Just checking. I was worried I was losing my edge there for a second.”
He shifts the angle of his hips, driving his jutting erection directly against my mons.
My eyes fall shut on a moan. “Pretty sure that’s impossible.”
“No, what’s impossible is your body. You’ve been shoving these tits at me in my dreams ever since you first walked into my office. You know that? They’ve been the first thing on my mind every morning for almost a week now.”
Hearing that does all kinds of fluttery things to my insides.
His hands guide my hips into a rocking motion. I earnestly follow his direction, creating a simmering friction between our connected bodies.
“Funny,” I whisper up at the night sky. “I’ve had similar dreams about you. Only you’re shoving something of yours in my face.”
He growls, his mouth drifting over the swell of my breasts. “Is that right? You want to tell me more about that?”
“You want me to show you instead?”
He stills. “Is that a serious question?” >I grin. “Predictable man.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
Before I can shimmy off his lap, his hand slides up to the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss that is so searing hot, it feels more like a brand.
And dear God, that’s exactly what he’s managing to do. With every second I spend in his company, with every flick of his tongue, with every drawl of the word darlin’, he’s embedding himself beneath my skin, tattooing his touch onto every inch of my body.
He might as well have already branded his initials right on my ass.
Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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Title: Like You
Series: Redwood High #2
Author: Rachel Leigh
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: RL Kenderson, RL Covers
Release Date: June 25, 2020
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Knox
Iâve got everything going for meâthe grades, the scholarship, the goals. Iâve had it all planned out for years. Then she came along. On the outside she has it all togetherâon the inside sheâs damaged goods. She needs me. I just have to decide if sheâs worth everything Iâm about to lose.
Claire
I came to this town to escape the claws of my past. A simple life in a small townâI just want to live under the radar and blend in. I was doing just that until Knox caught my eye. They say when you know, you knowâthat we canât help who we fall in love with. The rules are pretty simple, so why am I breaking them all? Iâm a teacher, and heâs my studentâthis canât end well. More than just rules are going to be broken. I just hope his heart can be mended when itâs all said and done.
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I shift the old beater in drive and peel out as quick as I can, leaving a trail of smoke in my path. The smell of burning rubber fills the car and it isnât until I round the corner that the smoke diminishes. Behind me, just like my lifeâmy past. With only the duffel bag riding co-pilot, and the stash of money I was able to get from the safe.
It wonât be long until heâs on the phone with all of his goons to start the search for his missing propertyâme. At least that's the way I have lived my life for the past few years, as a prisoner. His prized possession that he kept up on the shelf, out of reach and displayed with the utmost prestige.
If I so much as wore the wrong color, heâd lose his fucking mind. I never went down without a fight, and when I did, I fought hard. Iâm pretty sure thatâs what he liked the most, feeling the wrath of my bitterness. He felt it alright, with the head of a golf club, straight to the balls. I hit him so hard that heâs probably choking on them right now.
None of it matters anymore.
I drive for what feels like hours, though it was only two. Those two hours have put enough space between myself and the life I lived that I feel confident enough that itâs safe to pull into the next rest stop. My stomach growls as I take a sip of my cold coffee.
I pull into the first space available and my eyes search the parking lot, just to be sure he didnât follow me.
The coast is clear.
I reach over and unzip the black bag and pull out my wallet, pulling out my new i.d. Claire Hylandâmy new identity. Just the last name, anyways. Iâve been working on the name change for a while, with the plan to take off as soon as everything finalized. Itâs the only way I can leave and not be found. I still canât believe Jorge pulled this off in time. The car, the room to rent, and the interview. Apparently he has some connections with a well-known family from Redwood. It just so happens that they were in need of an art teacher.
Iâm forever in his debt. Heâs my best friend and the only person who knows that I left, let alone, where Iâm going.
I pull out the papers he printed for me on the job.
Redwood High School
Long-term Art Substitute
Iâve never taught before. I donât even like kids, let alone hormonal know-it-allsâbut, there isnât much out there with an arts degree. A temporary teaching position is the perfect way to live low-key, for now, anyway.
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Rachel Leigh resides in West Michigan and has three beautiful children with her husband of eleven years.
Rachel overuses emojis and lol. Coffee is her guilty pleasure, paired with a nice alpha hero romance novel. Writing is her passion. Her goal is to brighten at least one personâs day with the worlds she creates between the pages of her books.
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Release Date: May 29
Healing after a tragedy is hard enough. Doing it when you’re haunted by past betrayal and so many things left unsaid?
Feels nearly hopeless.
Is it impossible to come back from so much anguish and all the regrets? Can you ever truly mend your heart and move on?
Or are Penelope and Linc destined for a life of punishment and pain?
They're about to find out whether the line between love and hate is clear. And if moving on after loss and the sting of deception is even possible.
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Nicole Dykes is a wife and professional assistant/mom to two gorgeous girls. Currently residing in Kansas, she’s a lover of coffee, Kansas City Chiefs, and all things romance.
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Sometimes it takes an outsider to force us to see who we are. The real struggle is accepting what we learn. For Beverly Townsen, nothing could be closer to the truth. Virtually a shut-in, Beverly has pulled back from Green Valley’s community, preferring the isolation of her farmhouse and her daily routine of viewing home improvement television shows. When the opportunity arises for her own home improvement and a personal re-assessment, she’s not so excited about the reality of real life versus DIY programs. Jedd Flemming understands physical pain and personal loss, but it’s never stopped him from bucking forward in life. A former military man and rodeo star, his life as a nomad comes to an end with false accusations and a family matter back in the Valley. It’s been a long journey to find his way home and once there, there’s nothing he wants more than to reclaim what he’s lost…and maybe the elusive female reclusive who holds a sliver of his past. With an unprecedented proposition, Beverly finds a stranger living in her barn, raising horses on borrowed pastures, and plowing his way into her vacant heart. Old hurts linger, but sometimes love in deed is louder than words. ‘Love in Deed’ is a full-length contemporary romance, can be read as a standalone, and is book #6 in the Green Valley Library series, Green Valley World, Penny Reid Book Universe. Download your copy TODAY! Read for FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
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Excerpt“Momma,” she whispers, and I turn at the soft question in her voice. Her eyes scan my face. Does she fear she’ll look like me one day? Those bright eyes will dim, and lines will form in the corners. Will they be rivers formed from tears, or will she eventually find laughter? Does she wonder if her lips will match mine, permanently curled downward? Can my girl still smile? Will her hair go gray too young as mine did? Will the stress of her life turn her into someone lonely and lost?
I blink back the tears fighting for release. I won’t cry. Nothing left to cry over. It’s all gone.
“Do you fancy him?” my daughter asks, and I choke on the question.
“What…? I…of course not. Don’t be silly. I’m sure he’d be more interested in the likes of you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hannah asks, brows rising in surprise.
“I’m sure I don’t need to explain the birds and the bees to you. Men like him only want young things and only want one thing from those young things. I don’t think he should stay here,” I sneer, recognizing the pulse at my neck and the thump of my heart. My daughter is a pretty girl, and this older man could be attracted to her for all the wrong reasons. Young girls go for older men to solve their daddy issues.
“He’s sleeping in the barn,” Hannah counters, her voice deepening in displeasure. Ticking off points on her fingers, she continues, “We don’t need to feed him. He’ll rebuild at his expense or hire what he can’t do himself. The back field will be plowed and prepped for spring planting.”
I snort in response, but my eyes return to Jedd’s movement. Into the barn. Out in the yard. My observation traces down his perspiring spine to the waist of his pants where his shirt has untucked. My fingers curl on the armrest of the rocker as my eyes outline the fine globes accentuated by those smooth pants. My mouth goes dry.
What is it about this man? Why am I suddenly lusting after him?
I can’t. That’s the bottom line. I can’t anything him. Under fifteen percent and tight pants and a perfect backside is still a man with empty words.
My eyes fall blindly on the reality television program. The only man a girl can count on is the fictional kind. I force my attention away from the barn, but my eyes seem to have a will of their own.
“We can’t have a stranger living in our barn,” I huff. Jedd stops, turning in his tracks with a pile of lumber on his shoulder as if he heard me, which is impossible on two counts: the panes of glass and his lack of hearing. Still, he stills, and his eyes narrow on the house as if he knows I’m watching him, I’m talking about him, and I don’t agree with this arrangement.
“Too late. He’s moving in.” Hannah definitively nods, dismissing my opinion as Jedd swings back around. She leans down to kiss my cheek and then exits my room, but I remain transfixed.
Suddenly, reality is more fascinating than television.
My eyes continue the cat and mouse game of watching Jedd disappear and then reappear. I don’t know how much time transpires, but eventually, the bed of his truck is empty. Still, I hold my breath as if the barn is a giant octopus, swallowing him whole. I fear he might disappear forever like Howard did, which is the silliest thought I’ve had in a decade. I don’t need Jedd. We don’t need Jedd. There will be no attachment to him.
But then, Jedd appears at the open barn door and gives a single wave toward the house, and I smile in spite of myself.
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Title: Plucked
Duet: Classical Badboys Duet #1
Author: MV Ellis Release: May 29, 2020
Genre: Contemporary Romance (menage)
Cover Design: Sarah Paige @Opium House Creatives
We never play by the rules. In life, in music, or in bed. Rules are for those who give a f#ck what other people think. The only opinions we care about are our own.
We love each other like brothers, only closer. We’re each other’s biggest support and greatest rival, and we give each other everything. In life, in music, and in bed.
We’ve been sharing women since the first time we realized we had eyes on the same girl. That time, and every time since, it was the perfect solution. No harm, no foul.
No woman has ever been a source of strain on our relationship.
Until we meet Quincy.
With her, something feels different.
We’re different.
The friction she causes between us is like nothing we’ve ever felt toward each other, and it’s threatening to tear us apart.
He had her first. I want her more. Why do I need to make her mine?
MV ELLIS knows what it’s like to fall head over heels in love with a badass musician. She followed her heart halfway around the world to be with one. She moved from London to Sydney after a steamy holiday romance with a sexy bass player in sultry Brazil.
Twelve years, two children and a dog later, and she’s still smitten. All this with a guy she sat next to on a bus for 36 hours! She has toured internationally as a ‘WAG’, and her experiences inspire her writing.
Ellis’ love of romance began when she was 11 years old, after a summer spent secretly reading her auntie’s books. She’s been a sucker for an alpha hero and strong heroine ever since.
An avid reader, Ellis always knew that she’d write a book of her own one day. She was right about that. Following a career spanning advertising, marketing, and social media, she finally wrote Catching London in 2017. She has continued to expand the Heartless Few series beyond Catching London, with releases planned through to 2020. In addition, she has launched a new four-part
series, Rough Ink series, set in the sexy world of a New York tattoo studio. Expect the same sexy badass guys, angst galore, witty banter, scorching bedroom scenes, and kickass sassy women; but with a whole new world, and cast of characters to get to know and love. Zed, the first book in the series launched in June 2019.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo Book 1 is on sale for $2.99 release week ONLY!! -- EXCERPT: ADAM She holds my hand as we walk, squeezing it a little. It feels natural, but then again, weird. This girl—woman, now, I suppose—she has been off limits to me for so long. It’s really hard to get that out of my head. And sometimes, when I look at Maggie, I see Indie. It’s just… weird. Indie doesn’t lead me to the front porch. She takes me around the side. “Where are we going?” “To spy on them, of course.” “Ahh, I don’t know.” She stops us on the side of the house in front of the office window. “Stop being a baby. Don’t you want to be with McKay?” And this is weird too. Since when do I talk about my feelings with Indie? With anyone, actually? “You’re really trying hard to find an excuse, aren’t you?” “I’m not.” It comes out defensive. “Of course I love McKay. Of course I want to be with him.” “So what’s the problem?” I hesitate. She just shakes her head at me and drops my hand. “Fine. Then stay here. I’ll spy.” She turns away and continues walking along the side of the house, then looks over her shoulder one last time before she disappears around the corner. I jog to catch up. Fuck it. When I round the corner, Indie has her face pressed against the glass of the family room window. The only lights on inside are the ones under the kitchen cabinets. So it’s a low light. A soft glow of yellow But it’s more than enough to see them. Donovan and McKay are kissing. I exhale and then heat fills me up. And I don’t remember breathing, but I exhale again. And then again. My chest rising and falling as emotions flood into my bloodstream. “It’s kinda hot,” Indie whispers. I have to agree. It kinda is. But it’s a lot of other things too. They are both shirtless. And I’m not gonna lie, Donovan is just as nice to look at as McKay. That’s not the only reason it’s hot though. This looks like a real fucking kiss. McKay is even kissing him back. And then Donovan’s hand slips down McKay’s chest, then down his ridiculous sixty-four-pack abs and rests on the waistband of his jeans. Indie sucks in a little breath of surprise. “Damn. I didn’t think they’d… ooohh. Wow.” Donovan is gripping McKay’s cock through his jeans. And McKay pulls out of the kiss. I have a moment of hope that he’ll push Donovan away. McKay looks down at Donovan’s hand as Donovan grips his cock and begins massaging his hand over his groin area. But McKay doesn’t push him away. He closes his eyes and leans back against the counter. Practically giving Donovan permission to do whatever he wants.
GIVEAWAY! Chapter One Jake “How about that one?” We all snicker when we see who Diego’s discreetly pointing at as we walk past her in the hallway. Some freshman who looks about ten, with big blue eyes and a mouth full of metal. She’s cute enough, but way too young. “I don’t think so,” I tell my friends as we stride toward the quad. It’s lunchtime. Our senior year. We’re able to drive off campus now, but not today. Coach wants us to watch game film of the team we’re playing tomorrow night. So we have about fifteen minutes to grab food before we all meet in the team room to study our opponents. Learn their weak spots, their strengths. See if they’re better defensively or offensively. When I say Coach, I’m talking about my dad. I just try to keep that shit separate. It’s easier that way. “Check her out,” says Diego—one of my best friends—nudging me in the shoulder and now not-so-discreetly pointing at a group of girls sitting at a nearby picnic table. “Which one?” Again, they’re young. Maybe sophomores? I don’t really recognize any of them. If they’re a couple of years younger than me and not friends with my sister Ava, who’s a junior, or on the football team, I don’t bother getting to know them. That makes me sound like an asshole, but I don’t have the time. I have my circle of friends. I even have my circle of acquaintances. This year, my last year in high school, I don’t need to add to either group. I’m perfectly content with what I have. “Any of them.” Diego slaps me on the back, a giant grin on his face. “You need to find someone, bro. This single, I-don’t-bother-with-any-girl business is getting old.” I don’t bother with any girls anymore because when I do, they tend to take my heart and rip it to shreds. It’s ridiculous, but when I fall, I tend to fall hard. Sophomore year I got my heart broken twice, once by Cami Lockhart. We got back together the beginning of junior year only for her to cheat on me—and I found out via Snapchat. That sucked. I’ve never bothered with a girl again. Fuck ’em. I’d rather focus on football and my friends and school, exactly in that order. “Too young,” I tell Diego, and Caleb, my other best friend, bursts out laughing. “Oh come on. She’s cute. I’d bet she’s down,” he says with a smirk. Caleb is an actual asshole. He hooks up with an endless stream of girls, yet most of them don’t complain. It’s like they’re proud to be a Caleb fan girl. “Find him a senior then,” Diego says, stopping in the direct center of the crowded quad. He settles his hands on his hips and turns in a slow circle, scanning the area with a narrowed gaze. Diego has a girl and they’re supposedly madly in love. I mean, good for him. They seem totally into each other—for the most part. They’ve been together for over a year, and Jocelyn treats him like a god, while she’s his princess, as he calls her. I’m pretty sure they’ve talked about getting married, which is just…insane if you ask me. “Her.” We all swivel our heads to see Tony—our quietest friend—inclining his head toward a table to the left of where we’re standing. There’s a girl sitting there, her back to us. Alone. She’s wearing a black T-shirt, her reddish-blonde hair spilling down her back in loose waves. Her elbow’s propped on the table and she’s resting her cheek on her fist, an open book in front of her. Like she’s reading. For fun. What the hell? “No way,” Diego says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Jake’s not into smart girls.” I’m immediately offended. “Who says?” “You, with the choices you’ve made in the past,” Diego points out. He’s got me there. Cami wasn’t that smart. None of the girls I’ve dated were. Not really. “I like her hair,” Tony says, his tone, his entire demeanor impassive, like we’re talking about the weather. “She’s cute.” “You should go for her then,” Caleb suggests to Tony. “Nah. Not my type.” Tony’s gaze meets mine and he tilts his head, like he’s giving me permission to talk to her. Huh. “How do you know she’s a smart girl?” I study her, taking in her narrow shoulders, the elegant slope of her back. She brushes her hair back from her face, tucking the strands behind her ear and offering me a glimpse of her profile. She’s pretty in an understated way, I guess. Upturned nose. Pale skin. Freckles. I don’t recognize her at all. “Because she’s reading a book, dumbass.” Caleb sounds enormously pissed off, though I know he’s not. That’s just how he always sounds. “If you don’t ask her to wear your jersey, I think I’ll ask her instead.” Yes, this is what we’re doing on a Thursday afternoon during lunch. Trying to find a girl for me to ask to wear my jersey on game day. It’s a big deal at our high school, and so far during my reign as the varsity team’s quarterback, I’ve only had one girl ever wear my jersey, and for only one time. It was Cami Lockhart, right at the beginning of our junior year, when I thought there was a possible chance we could work shit out and be a couple again. But then someone sent me her private story off Snapchat—a video of her making out with motherfucking Eli Bennett, the quarterback for our rival school’s team, and I was done. Finished. For some reason, this year my boys want to see me make a claim. Find a girl. They tell me I’m too grumpy. That maybe if I’m getting some on the regular, that’ll mellow me out. Some of them even complain I’m too focused, which I don’t get. Why wouldn’t they want me focused? Focused wins games. I’ve had that drilled into my head over the years by my dad. “No way,” I tell Caleb when he acts like he’s going to approach the mystery girl sitting at the table. “I’ll do it.” I don’t know why I’m bothering with this. I don’t know her, but I’m guessing she knows me. Most girls would probably be flattered if I asked, but I’m not that sure if she’s into football, or if she even goes to the games. But it would be cool to see her wear my number around school all day. Maybe I could make it a thing. Give it to a different girl every week. They’d start fighting for their chance. It could turn into a contest. Maybe it would go viral… “Go ask her.” Diego gives me a shove in the girl’s direction, his hand right in the center of my back. “Before you chicken out.” Okay, that shit’s annoying. And it’s just the incentive I need to make it happen. Glancing over my shoulder, I glare at my three best friends, but all they do is make clucking noises at me in return like they’re a bunch of chickens. Assholes. Slowly I approach the table, wondering what I should say first. I don’t have a problem talking to girls. I never really have. I almost wonder if this is because I grew up in a household full of women. Don’t get me wrong, Dad is a strong personality and is a big influence on me, but he wasn’t around much when I was little. He was busy working all the time. Growing up, I was always with Mom, my older sister Autumn and my younger sister Ava. Our little brother Beck didn’t come along until years later, and by then I was resigned with the idea that I’d never even have a brother. So I was constantly surrounded by girls. Autumn and Ava used to fight like cats and dogs. Now that Autumn’s gone, away at college in Santa Barbara, we don’t see her that much. Ava is happier with Autumn gone, I think. Having an older sister trying to boss you around all the time gets old. I know I got tired of Autumn’s bullshit. Now, I miss her. Not that I’d ever tell her that. Deciding I need to approach this mystery girl straight on, I walk around the table, keeping a wide berth so she doesn’t get suspicious or think I’m a stalker. And once I’m facing the table, I take a good, long look at her. She’s vaguely familiar, so I’m assuming she’s a senior like me, or maybe a junior. Our school is small, so most of the time I feel like I know everyone, but I can’t place her. I don’t remember her name. Her hair is this burnished, reddish-gold color and her eyes are big and blue. Her features delicate—except for her mouth. Full, bee-stung lips that fill my head with dirty images. Every one of them involves my dick. Not that I’m actually interested in this girl. I don’t even know her. But as far as my first choice to wear my jersey this week, it’s not a bad one. Not a bad one at all. One of my friends, I’m not sure who, makes a bok-bok noise and I send them all a menacing look before I march right up the table and clear my throat. “Hey.” The girl lifts her head, sky-blue eyes meeting mine, her expression open. Friendly. Until she keeps looking at me, her gaze narrowing, that open, friendly expression disappearing within seconds. Almost as if she realized who she’s looking at and doesn’t like what she sees. Damn. When she still hasn’t said anything, I decide to keep talking. “What’s your name?” Her eyebrows shoot up. “You don’t know my name?” I know this sounds weird, but I like the sound of her voice. A lot. “Should I?” “I know yours.” She sniffs, shutting the book she was reading. “Jacob Callahan.” Ah, see? She knows me. She’ll totally agree to wear my jersey. “You have the advantage then.” “Because you still don’t remember my name?” I shrug helplessly and flash her a smile that’s hopefully equal parts bashful yet charming. “Guilty.” She rolls her eyes, resting her arms on top of the table. “Did you have a question or something?” Her tone is short. Dismissive. This girl is totally trying to get rid of me. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do have a question for you.” “I’m waiting on pins and needles,” she says, her voice going up a notch, those blue eyes of hers extra wide. They’re pretty, I’ll give her that. She’s pretty. There’s a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose and she has very white teeth. “I was wondering if you wanted…” I let my voice drift and I glance down at my shoes, kicking at the base of the picnic bench. I’m trying to up the anticipation a notch. Going for the golly, gee bashful vibe. Girls seem to like it. “Wanted what?” Huh. Guess she’s not one for anticipation. “If you wanted to wear my jersey tomorrow.” I lift my head, my gaze meeting hers straight on, and I see the surprise in her eyes. I’ve shocked her with my request. Come on, I can see why. I’m me and she’s…whoever she is. She studies me for a while, and now it’s my turn to wait with anticipation. Her full lips part, like she’s about to say something, but instead, she looks away from me, grabs her things and starts shoving them into her backpack. As if she’s about to leave. When she shoots me an irritated glare, slides off the picnic bench and walks away without another word, I chase her, surprised by how quick she is. My friends are laughing, I can hear them as I follow after this chick—still don’t know her name—but I can’t worry about them right now. Even though they’re total assholes for laughing at me. “Hey!” I call out, but it’s like my voice only spurs her on. She’s practically in a full jog as she heads toward Adams Hall, and I wonder if her plan is to duck into a classroom and hide from me. Putting a little speed behind my step, I catch up with her easily, hooking my fingers around her upper arm and stopping her escape. She turns to face me, the look on her face so full of disgust I immediately release her and take a step back. “Why are you chasing me?” she asks breathlessly. Her cheeks are pink, and she’s practically panting. I get the sense that maybe she doesn’t exercise much? I mean, I’m not even winded. “You never answered my question.” She lifts her chin. Blows out an exaggerated breath, like what I’m asking is too damn much. After enduring the last five minutes with this chick, I don’t even want her to wear my jersey now. She’s making way too big a deal about this. But for some weird reason, I have to know what her answer is. “My name is Hannah,” she finally says, and it all hits me at once. I do know her. Barely. Hannah Walsh. Senior. Moves in a completely different crowd. As in, she doesn’t really move with any crowd. I’ve never had a class with her ever, because she takes all the advanced courses. My friends were right. She’s a smart girl. “Right. Hannah.” I nod and smile. “I know you.” She smiles in return, though it doesn’t quite reach her sky-blue eyes. “Uh huh. Sure you do.” “I do. You’re friends with…” My voice drifts. I don’t know who she’s friends with. I can see their faces, but at the moment, I can’t recall their names. “Please.” She reaches out, settling her hand on my forearm, and it’s like a spark of electricity between us the moment our skin makes contact. She snatches her hand away like I burned her. “Stop trying so hard.” I almost want to laugh. This girl is telling me to stop trying so hard? Does she even know who she’s dealing with? The power I wield at this school? I’m the most popular guy in the senior class—maybe in all the classes. This is my year to shine. My year to reign. And this Hannah nobody is telling me to stop trying so hard? Get the fuck out of here. Can’t back out now, though. I’m fully committed. “So what do you say, Hannah? Are you in? Do you want to wear my jersey tomorrow?” Not like I want her to anymore. She’s been rude from the moment I started talking to her. “Gee, I sure appreciate the offer, but…” She scowls at me, her lush lips pursed. “No.” Pre-Order your copy today!
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Lovin’ You by Lyssa Cole, Book #1 of the You & Me Series, is LIVE! #One-click today BLURBThe moment I met Levi Reed, I knew he was trouble.
Dark, sexy, and a musician to boot.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t stay away.
Raina Adams stood across for me that rainy night, the night that defined my life.
Something inside me shifted and inspiration filled my empty soul.
I wanted her, a pull so strong I couldn’t ignore.
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Amazon Universal ➜ mybook.to/LovinYou EXCERPTOnce inside, Raina giggles in my ear and pulls on my arm. “Um, what? What kind of connections do you have, mister?”
I flash her a wink and lead her down the hall and to the right. “When you want something bad enough, you find a way to make it happen.”
“Okay, but in the art building?”
“Yep.” We round the corner, and I stop at the first classroom on our left. When I open the door, the room illuminates with soft light, and I hear Raina gasp.
“No way,” she says as she moves in front of me, walking toward the piano with a look of awe on her face. “How? Where? What?”
I chuckle as I watch her sputter to herself and run straight for the bench. She slides all the way over and pats the seat next to her. I sit down, moving close so that our legs touch.
Raina runs her fingers over the keys with a goofy smile on her lips. “How did you make this happen?”
I hook one finger under her chin and turn her head to face me. My eyes drop down to her mouth, and I want to taste her. Need to taste her. “I have my ways,” I whisper before taking her mouth with mine. Pushing my tongue inside, I glide it along hers. The kiss grows heady, all hands, mouths, and teeth, but I pull away before I go too far.
I didn’t bring her here to make out with her. As much as I want to, there’s time for that later. I kiss her lightly and adjust myself in my pants, hoping she doesn’t notice.
Too late.
She grins, and I find her watching me. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips, and I almost say fuck it all and take her right here on the floor.
Focus.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Focus.
Fuck, I’m horny.
“You drive me crazy, girl, but I’m loving every second.” Raina’s long lashes flutter upward, and when her eyes meet mine, my heart pounds so hard, it feels like my ribs will break.
“Me too. Now, teach me some piano.”
I laugh and playfully bite her neck, which causes her to break into a fit of giggles. “Okay, okay. Do you know any of the keys?”
Raina shakes her head. “Uh, no, not really?”
She’s adorable. I can’t get enough of her laughter mixed with her sweet voice, and her cute jokes. “Let’s start with the basics.”
An hour later, Raina has most of the keys memorized. She’s a quick learner, but she loses focus easily. It doesn’t help when I can’t control my need to kiss her neck.
We laugh and joke, tickle each other and play around. I play her a couple of songs, the feel of her next to me fueling my musical soul.
“I want to learn those songs. They’re beautiful,” She looks at me with wide eyes, and I lean down and kiss her softly.
“I’ll teach you whatever you want. But I have one question for you.”
She nudges my shoulder as I finish the last notes of the song. “Yes?”
My stomach’s full of knots. I’ve wanted to ask her all week, but I was afraid she’d say no. The past six weeks of knowing her have been amazing.
“Will you please be my girl?” I watch her as I wait for her answer.
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Title: Victim Of Circumstance
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 2, 2020
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
They didn’t know each other, but the events of one single day heralded a pivotal change that would alter their lives forever.
Almost two decades spent locked away in a dark, dank cell, Gray Bennet isn’t used to the sun, the sounds, the scents.
It’s overwhelming.
Each year Robin Bishop returns, and while everyone around her is solemn, she lifts her face to the sun and celebrates her freedom.
It’s liberating.
He sees her.
She stands out in the grieving crowd—her head thrown back, her face bright with contentment—like a beacon offering to guide him into the light.
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USA Today bestselling author Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.
Driven to make her books about 'real' people; she creates characters who are perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy, but just as deserving of romance, thrills and chills in their lives.
Recipient of the ReadFREE.ly 2019 Best Book We've Read All Year Award for "Covering Ollie, the 2015 RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for Best First Book, “Slim To None”, and Finalist for the 2017 Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, Freya continues to add to her rapidly growing collection of published novels as she spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!
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Series: Dark Protectors MC #1
Release Date: May 28th, 2020
Cover Designer: Simply Defined Art
Blair’s life isn’t perfect, but she has a plan. Find a new roommate, finish school and finally start the future she’s been working so hard for.
And then he knocks on her door. One unwanted visitor is all it took to crush her reality and leave her living in fear. But at least she’s living, thanks to the help of a good Samaritan.
A very sexy, tattooed and motorcycle-riding man with a dog that looks as savage as he is sweet. GreenPeace saves her. He makes her feel safe. He makes her feel a lot of things she’s never felt before.
But, the danger’s not over. Her attacker is still there, lurking in the shadows and waiting to strike again. GreenPeace will put his life and his club on the line to save the captivating woman that’s stolen his heart. But even that might not be enough.
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Avelyn Paige is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes stories about dirty alpha males and the brave women who love them. She resides in a small town in Indiana with her husband and three fuzzy kids, Jezebel, Cleo, and Asa. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing. You can often find her curled up with a good book surrounded by her pets or watching one of her favorite superhero movies for the billionth time. Deadpool is currently her favorite.
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Geri Glenn
Geri Glenn writes alpha males. She's a USA Today Best-Selling Author known for writing motorcycle romance, including the internationally bestselling series, the Kings of Korruption MC.
She lives in the Thousand Islands with her two daughters, one big dog and one terrier that thinks he's a Doberman. Before she began writing contemporary romance, Geri worked at several different occupations. She's been a pharmacy assistant, a 911 dispatcher, and a caregiver in a nursing home. She can say without a doubt though, that her favorite job is the one she does now-writing romance that leaves an impact. She loves homemade cookies, copious amounts of coffee and Diet Coke by the case.
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