Title: Conceited Concierge
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Renea Porter
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2021
Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward are excited to bring you the Cocky Hero Club: original works from various authors inspired by Keeland and Ward's New York Times bestselling Cocky Bastard series.
A fresh start in Temecula, CA was exactly what I needed to get over my breakup. I was looking forward to Palm Trees, fine wine, the beaches and killer sunsets. But I never expected to run into handsome Levi Bateman while still on my way to California. The last thing I needed was a conceited passenger. I had a job to focus on.
I knew Levi would be a distraction because we would be working in close proximity. He was so sure of himself, resisting him was even harder. Not only did I have a job to focus on, I had a broken heart to mend and I was ten years older than Levi. There was too much baggage between the both of us.
Besides I didn’t know if I’d be staying in Temecula after the job was complete.
All good things must come to end.
Maybe before it even started.
Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.
*Conceited Concierge is a second chance romance inspired by Cocky Bastard.
Renea Porter is best known for writing realistic stories with realistic characters. Her stories may even cause you to shed a tear or two.
She mainly writes New Adult and Contemporary Romances. However, she's not afraid to venture into other genres like Paranormal Romance.
She enjoys spending time with her husband of twenty years, and her step son. She calls Pennsylvania home, but loves to travel and try new things. In her free time you can catch her reading books, watching reality tv, and baking.
COCKY HERO CLUB
Beneath the Stars
A Friends-to-Lovers Rockstar Romance from A.L. Jackson
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TITLE: BENEATH THE STARS
RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 22ND, 2020
From NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson comes a friends-to-lovers romance about an unattainable rockstar and his best friend’s younger sister…
Maggie Fitzgerald is the last girl I should think about taking to my bed.
On the cusp of turning 21, she has her whole life waiting out ahead of her. Sexy AF while still radiating an innocence that I know better than to taint.
And here I am, itching to reach out and touch a girl who is so forbidden that just thinking about her feels like committing a mortal sin.
Thing is, I love playing with fire.
Rhys Manning is everything I shouldn’t want.
Country-rock’s newest superstar.
Fun. Wild. Ready to show the world a good time.
He’s so off-limits it isn’t even funny.
So out of reach he might as well be a poster tacked on my wall.
Too bad every time he looks at me, my heart races out of control.
Now, I’m stuck living with him for the entire summer…
We’re only supposed to be friends. Still, I should have known it was a terrible idea when I started sneaking into his room. Especially when it’s clear he’s keeping secrets.
Secrets that might destroy us both.
One touch, and I want more.
One kiss, and I’m spiraling out of control.
I know it’s reckless to start dancing in the flames.
But in exchange for getting to spend one night with this brooding bad boy? I might be willing to get burned…
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The Dark Arts
Four months, three weeks, and two glorious days had passed since Saskia had run off with twelve million dollars of Lachlan’s money while Joseph Quill’s nude remained unmolested at the Raine Estate. Even with sunglasses, she had to shield her eyes against the blazing sun at Venice’s Piazza San Marco, or as the locals called it, la Piazza.
She never tired of coming here. On first arriving, she’d bought up every tourist-y book she could get her hands on and learned everything she could. The Piazza San Marco had supposedly once been called the drawing room of Europe by Napoleon. Whether he’d truly said it or not could never be proven, but it felt true nonetheless. This place kept drawing her back to it.
After a couple months of traveling and seeing everything she could think to cram into that time—every famous art museum and gallery dotted across the world—she’d finally settled back in Venice. The tropical island idea had gotten boring after two weeks. Italy was where she belonged. It was an artist’s paradise.
Sometimes she liked to sit inside St. Mark’s Basilica, staring up at the awe-inspiring gold mosaics so long it made her neck hurt. Even with tourists fluttering about, the space felt sacred. But even inside a church as grand as St. Mark’s, Saskia had barely a flutter of guilt about her crime. Why should she? Lachlan had billions. Twelve million was so laughable he wouldn’t have missed it if she’d taken it right out of his bank account while he looked the other way.
“Having fun, Miss Roth?”
Saskia considered running, screaming, anything but turning around to confirm who she knew stood just behind her, his hot breath mixing with the warm breeze against her neck.
People ran into people—even in Venice. There was no reason to think he knew…
“If you run, I’ll have you arrested.”
Okay, so he knew.
When she finally turned, he looked far more smug and self-satisfied than a man who’s learned he’s been robbed should look. He wore a crisp, dark suit and appeared as if he were on his way to a funeral. Hers, maybe?
“How did you find me?”
“Why don’t we have this discussion at that lovely expensive villa you bought with my money? It’s not far from here, is it?”
She’d just bought it a month ago.
“No, Mr. Niche.”
“Oh, it’s Mr. Niche, now. So formal. You think the formality will do you any good?”
His hand slid into hers, and for the first time in their association, she didn’t pull away from his touch. Maybe he could be reasoned with. He might make good on his arrest threat. But then again he might kill her if he got her somewhere private. Maybe she should take her chances with the police. Which option would be worse? Which might save her?
“Just relax,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you. Much.”
It was close enough to walk, though each step dragged so that it seemed impossible one could span the distance by foot—even though she’d done it easily just that morning.
Her hand trembled when she tried to put the key in the door.
Lachlan’s fingers closed over hers. “Relax,” he said again as if simply repeating the word would have any effect on the way everything inside her convulsed over what he might do with her now that he’d isolated her from possible witnesses. He unlocked the door with a steady hand and walked in like he owned it.
And really, he kind of did.
“Not bad,” he said. “But I can tell you with this kind of money management you’d be a starving artist again inside of three years. Why don’t we sit out beside the pool?”
“So you can drown me more easily?”
He laughed, and the tightly bound breath that had been stuck inside Saskia’s chest came rushing out. Surely he wouldn’t laugh like that if he planned to kill her. It wasn’t an evil laugh; it wasn’t even a sleazy laugh. It was… musical somehow.
And all at once the guilt appeared.
‘Have I been dehumanizing him this whole time just so I could steal from him?’ It wasn’t a pretty thought. It didn’t match the trees and clouds and sky and all the beautiful old buildings that seemed like art installations on their own. There was no denying how uncomfortable he made her. And that one day in his study when he’d touched her inappropriately—she hadn’t imagined that. But beyond that one moment, had she created the image of a monster for her own convenience?
“Did you paint the trompe l’oeil on the walls yourself?”
Saskia tried not to let the compliment affect her. Who cared what Lachlan thought about it? She remained unconvinced he’d know real art on his own if it bit him on the dick.
She followed him to the terrace and sat in the chair he indicated. He reclined next to her and watched her for several minutes—so long she couldn’t stand the scrutiny and silence any longer.
“Lachlan, I’m sorry, I…”
He held up a hand. “No. You’re not sorry. You’re sorry you got caught. You’d rob me blind again if you thought you’d get away with it.”
A fair point.
“Holding back and giving me a lower quality forgery the first time was a nice touch. Lesser men might have been fooled. How much of my money have you spent?”
“Six million,” she mumbled.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Six million. H-half of what you gave me.”
“A three-year countdown to your renewed destitution was generous. I give it two, tops. Were you planning to invest any of it? Even millions run dry if you just keep spending.”
“I wanted to travel and get settled first.”
He nodded as if any of this mattered now. It was all just trivia of a life that could have been.
She wondered how many lives that could have been would be dangled in front of her and then ripped away before her true fate unfolded. The fantasy of the fairy tale with Eric, the illusion of this independent life in a villa in Venice… both lovely ideas, both impossible dreams.
“So, you owe me six million dollars.”
“I’ll sell the villa, and…”
He twisted his chair to face her. “No. That’s not the deal. You stole from me; I decide the terms. I want a wire transfer by the end of the day in the full amount.”
“But you know I can’t…” It was ridiculous for him to demand she return the money on such short notice. It took time to sell a villa. And the furniture. And the Ferrari—which had already depreciated. She didn’t want to think about the amount she wouldn’t be able to get back—the small things that added up. Clothes. Jewelry. And the intangibles: spa appointments, all the travel.
“So we’ll handle it the old-fashioned way. You will indenture yourself in servitude to me to pay off your debt—likely for the rest of your life given the amount of money anyone would reasonably pay you for anything you’re actually qualified to do.”
Just what he’d wanted all along: her at his mercy in a compromising position where she’d have to warm his bed to survive. It was no doubt like winning the lottery for him. He knew everything could be bought, even her—given the right circumstances. And here the circumstances were, wrapped up and gleaming.
Saskia wasn’t unattractive, but she knew there were other women more beautiful than her. The appeal to him was acquiring something that was difficult to acquire—just like all the art he collected. If she’d been eager to jump in bed with him, he wouldn’t want her. Was that worse or better?
“And if I don’t agree to your terms, you’ll what? Kidnap me? Exactly how would your felony cross out my felony?”
He laughed. It was decidedly less endearing this time around. “I’ll turn you over to the authorities. You can go to prison, or you can give yourself to me. The accommodations with me will be better.”
“But not the company.”
Lachlan’s eyes narrowed. “I’m going to do something about that smart mouth of yours the moment we get home.”
Dead and Gone
“Out less than a minute and already talking to spirits and punching ghosts. Way to go, Adler.”
That smooth voice did not belong to my best friend, J. Oh, no. I wasn’t that lucky. The big hunk of man-meat Siobhan had been talking about was not my partner, but the death mage ABI agent who’d simultaneously saved my bacon and torched it.
I swung my head to face Bishop La Roux, straightening my shoulders like I was going to have to punch him, too.
Dressed in a criminally hot pair of jeans and a T-shirt that should be illegal in at least five states, Bishop held out a bag with a very familiar logo on it like he was warding off a lion. Ignoring his messy hair and scruffy beard, I met his coal-dark eyes with suspicion. But instead of punching him like I had Hildy, I snatched the Si Señor bag from his hands, opened it, and dug in. The prison fare was a step above cat food, in my opinion, and just the thought of that yummy bit of heaven made my mouth water.
“Good to see tacos still work,” he said, chuckling. “You need a ride home?”
The last time he’d needed to bribe me, he’d done it with these tacos. Good god in heaven, I was a pushover. I ignored the ridiculously hot man in favor of unwrapping a taco one-handed and shoving an end in my mouth. My teeth crunched into the blissfully crispy half-steak, half-pork taco, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Maybe,” I said around a mouthful of food. If he were any other man, I might have felt weird about my rudeness, but just like Hildy, Bishop was on thin ice. Though, tacos were an excellent way to strengthen his footing.
That taco was gone in another two bites, and I swallowed the yumminess before continuing, “How’d you hear about me getting out? Even I didn’t know until today.”
Bishop gave me a sly smile. “A little birdy told me.”
“I suppose you could give me a ride if you don’t have anything better to do,” I conceded, my tone only mildly petulant.
“No, Adler,” Bishop said, his voice a hell of a lot closer than it had been a few seconds ago. I whipped my head back to find him solidly in my space. “I don’t have anywhere else I want to be.”
Well, okay then.
Today we have the blog tour of JP Roth’s Red Velvet! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!
Title: Red Velvet
Author: JP Roth
Genre: Paranormal Romance
About Red Velvet:
Magic is sacred, but real love is divine.
To save them from the Guillotine a spell is cast, and Marie-Thérèse Charlotte of France, daughter of Marie Antoinette, is changed into an owl, her brother, the young dauphin, into a golden stag. The old gypsy witch who repaid a blood debt by saving their lives, takes the princess’s memories and names her Velvet. For eight years Velvet exists safely wrapped in the spell. On her eighteenth year, rumors of her life reach the ears of King George III. In a bout of fearful madness, he orders the death of the French heirs. When soldiers torch their camp, Velvet and her brother, are forced to run for their lives.
Nora Hardington, a young woman on a mission into the dangerous underbelly of London, finds Velvet wounded and dying. Risking her own life, she rescues Velvet. Together, they enlist the help of the dark stranger sent to carry out the king’s command. As they search for the spell to return her brother’s humanity, Velvet lives all the sides of life she was previously denied.
Her adventures are fraught with assassins, pirates, ancient enchantments, bloody battle, mythical lore, and all manner of dastardly love.
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Velvet tried to stand. Fresh, sizzling pain jolted through her, but she did not utter a sound. She reached for the knife in her boot; it hissed when it cleared the sheath. She was outside the pain, there was only focus, movement, and survival—survival most of all. Every sense spiking, Velvet listened to how her mind amplified the surrounding sounds. Screams from the bawdy houses, the pattering feet of beggar boys running for their loot, or their life—and the men, Velvet could hear the men best of all, accelerated heartbeats pounding over short, excited breaths. Nora’s screeching sounds were all that mattered. Her face was turning a mottled shade of purple and there was no time to wait for the ideal moment, time had become a thing they were fast running out of.
Velvet sprang up and buried her knife in the taut neck of Nora’s attacker. The man shrieked, as blood filled his mouth, and the scream turned to a slurry, garbled wail. Nora crumpled to the ground, clawing at her throat, gasping for air. Velvet spun around, instinctively dodging the fist aimed at her face. Her arm moved, this time her knife sunk in the second man’s stomach. She stabbed again and again, short quick jabs that were over almost before he registered them. The man stumbled back—smacked a meaty hand to his bleeding gut—and fell on his backside, then lost consciousness with a groan. Velvet heard a sick crack when his skull hit the stone. In front of them, the first man was on his knees, the gash in his neck spewing obscene amounts of blood. Both the hands he pressed to the wound did nothing to staunch the flow.
“I’ve never seen so much blood in my life,” gasped Nora, dragging herself to her knees. “Now I will faint, and who could blame me?” Shaking hands encircling her battered throat, she coughed until tears ran down her cheeks. More hot blood pooled around the man’s knees so the cracks between the stones could not contain it. Crimson liquid bubbled up, rushing toward the lacy hem of Nora’s dress.
“Run!” Velvet panted. “Get out of here!” Hand shaking, she lifted the bloody knife, her eyes searching for danger—she found only shadows.
“I will do no such thing! Spencer!” wailed Nora. “Spencer!”
Velvet fell. Regardless of how much she wished it was otherwise, darkness had won the battle for her sight—the world faded to black.
About JP Roth:
Author, dreamer and wild child extraordinaire: JP Roth is an American Novelist, and owner of Rothic comics, founded in 2012, through which she has produced and published five of her original series. JP Roth in California with her beautiful family, and their adorable Bichon Frise. Her days are spent writing fanciful stories, walking on the beach, and attending comic conventions across the globe. While JP Roth enjoys travelling to exotic locations, she admittedly prefers to stay home, wrapped in a soft fluffy blanket, drinking tea and penning her next novel.
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Today we have the blog tour of Sibylla Matilde’s The Naughty Pine! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!
Title: The Naughty Pine
Author: Sibylla Matilde
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Naughty Pine:
On the fourteenth anniversary of my first divorce, I went to a kink club.
Thirty-three and no clue who I was. What I wanted out of life. I only knew it was passing me by and I was tired.
Tired of surviving the day-to-day.
Tired of trying to forgive myself for two failed marriages.
Tired of being a single mother with no semblance of a social life, of bending over backwards to be a fitting role model for my teenage daughter.
That was, until I stepped foot in The Naughty Pine. I didn’t plan to participate. I only went to appease the dark corners of my curiosity. To see something wild and taboo and full of life. Something sinful to shock the loneliness clean out of my system.
Don’t know what I expected, but it sure wasn’t him…
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“It wasn’t just one or two things about you. It was everything. And the more I knew you, the more I needed you. Your smile, your strength…your body.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the growl his voice took on, and he grinned wide when he continued.
“Your laugh. Your heart. I love that you think you’re plain and boring when, my God, you are anything but. I love how there’s a part of you simmering under the surface waiting to explode with the touch of my hand.”
About Sibylla Matilde:
Sibylla Matilde grew up on the back of a horse exploring in the mountain valleys of Southwest Montana. She attended a two-room schoolhouse 1st through 6th grade where she had same teacher the whole time. At the age of 12, Siby discovered historical romance, devouring the work of Jude Devereaux, Lisa Kleypas, and Karen Robards. She began writing in 2013 with her debut novel, Little Conversations, and self-published ten works over the next three years. She took a few years off to deal with life (it proved very difficult to move on from her Bangin’ Mofos…they were a blast to write), but is back at the keyboard with new steamy stories brewing in her naughty little brain.
Music is her emotional trigger. Growing up with a Wagnarian-opera-loving mother, Sibylla loves music that digs deep into her soul and covers her with goosebumps. The soundtrack to her life includes different genres and generations, but her favorites include Thirty Seconds to Mars (she’s a bit obsessive about Jared Leto, actually), Kings of Leon, The Killers, My Chemical Romance, and many other artists and bands. Her inspiration playlists on Spotify truly drive her writing, and she loves to share her eclectic taste with anyone who will listen.
Siby strives to write books that make the reader bask in the sweet glow of new love, burn hot with a passionate intensity, and day drink from gut-wrenching heartache. Her characters are not world-famous rock stars or billionaires, rather every-day small-town people experiencing their own extraordinary romantic adventures in the Rocky Mountains she calls home. Siby loves to hear from fans and can be reached at Siby@SibyllaMatilde.com.
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Decide to Live
It had been a long time since I’d felt like I belonged somewhere or with someone. I had found that at Maison. I felt the same with Dad when he let me tag along to one of his classes or read chapters of a new book he was in the middle of writing. He was the only one I wanted to call to tell him about my summer plans. Aya would be happy for me, but she didn’t share our love for books and learning, not that my older sister was uneducated by any means. She had different pursuits and hobbies, like Mom. She had a bond with Mom, whereas mine was with Dad.
A small black dog ran by me, chased by a woman. The sight made me snicker. I checked around to see if there were any other dogs, an odd thing to see at a college. The only interesting interaction was a few guys playing football a few feet away. I wanted to soak in the atmosphere a little longer. Then I would call Dad and tell him my news. Trying to figure out the time difference in Paris, I walked forward, realizing too late I was in the path of the football game. Someone shouted— “Look out!” As I turned, a football hit the side of my neck, near my shoulder. I fell and landed on the ground.
The sun above blinded me as I tried to bring the world into focus. Soon, a group of men surrounded me, blocking out the light. One knelt next to me and boosted me up, keeping his arm on my back.
“My glasses?” I searched the area even though everything was blurry.
“I found them.” He pressed them into my hand. “Are you okay? Do you need a doctor? Should we call 911?”
I slid my glasses on and shook my head. “I was just startled.”
When I was able to see again, the guy who still supported me helped me stand. I should have noticed he wasn’t wearing a T-shirt. It was stuck in the back of his shorts, leaving his chest bare. What I did notice first was his chunky black-framed glasses and short yet spikey blond hair. He also had too many freckles across his nose and cheeks.
“You’re wearing glasses also.” I blinked, amazed by how cute he was wearing horn-rimmed glasses, and because of the deep lines around his mouth because of his smile.
“A few other guys on campus wear glasses, but they don’t look as good as I do.” He scooped up the football and tossed it to someone. “I’m going to take a break to make sure the young lady here is okay.”
Young lady? I kicked the grass. Shoot! My paperwork had scattered.
“I’m fine, I think, but my papers aren’t.” I bent to retrieve the wrinkled documents.
By the time I’d found most of them, he had put on his T-shirt. He held the brochure, and, as I rose, he flipped through it. “You’re a new student here?”
“Just for the summer.” I held my hand out for the booklet.
He paused as if he wanted to say something but instead gave me the booklet.
“Thanks.” I took my time putting the book and papers in my tote bag, expecting him to leave. But he still stood there.
For some reason, I wasn’t as uncomfortable as I usually was when I met new people. Our awkward introduction resulting from the football to my face should have made me look in the other direction. But he acted…considerate? Or maybe compassionate was a better word?
A female voice called out, “Will,” and he waved but stayed with me. “Now you know my name. I’m Will, short for William.”
“I’m Reiko, and it’s not short for anything.” I glanced at the girl who‘d said his name. She was with two other girls, and they all looked identical—white girls with highlighted blonde hair and tight shirts and shorts. They were the type I would stay away from because they reminded me of Gem.
“I never heard that name before. It’s pretty.” He gave me another friendly smile.
“It has a few meanings.” The main meaning of my name meant beautiful, but I preferred wise. I left it unsaid because he would probably say I was beautiful in his flirty way, just to be nice.
“I’d love to know what your name means.” He tapped his fingers on his hips.
If I had better social skills, I would have teased him, extending our conversation. But with those girls waiting for him, one of whom might be his girlfriend, it was best I let him go.
“If we meet again, I might tell you.” I turned and walked away. It was better to cut him off and leave. The odds I would see him again were small since he was ending his semester and would return to wherever he lived for the summer.
As expected, he didn’t run after me or tell me to stay. I kept walking without turning around to check like the small voice in my head wanted me to do.
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Rico Demara has suffered more hardships in life than anyone deserves, but every time he got beat down, he got up again and dusted himself off. With some help from family and a good friend, Rico has finally fulfilled his dream of owning a successful bar—the Cock & Bull. Now if only his personal life could consist of more than a combination of one-night stands, friends with benefits, and dates from hell.
Evan Calhoun married his high-school sweetheart, has two kids, and spent the last twenty years denying to himself and everyone else that he was gay. After an amicable divorce, he’s starting over, but a few random hookups and failed dates weren’t what he was hoping for. He wants to find someone he can spend the rest of his life with. Someone like the gorgeous man he spots tending bar—a man who makes Evan weak in the knees and sends his heart soaring just by saying hello to him.
When Rico and Evan start dating, not everyone is happy about their relationship. In fact, they might just destroy the happy ending neither man ever expected to have.
**The Cock & Bull series consists of M/M romance novellas.
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Dallas James is an author of M/M romance, who believes it’s no one else’s business who someone falls in love with. Dallas lives in New York and loves to travel the world, experiencing all life has to offer and wanting to never have any regrets.
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Today we have the blog tour of Jennifer Lyon’s Savaged Illusions: The Complete Series! Check out this gorgeous romance series and be sure to get your copy today!
Title: Savaged Illusions: The Complete Series
Author: Jennifer Lyon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Savaged Illusions: The Complete Series:
Justice Cade is leading his rock band to superstardom, but when he falls in love with Liza Cade, will her secrets destroy them all?Book one, SAVAGED DREAMS
Ambitious and sexy lead singer Justice Cade has one goal—to take his band, Savaged Illusions, to international rock star fame. But when the fiery college-intern Liza Glasner captures his heart, he soon learns she has a dark secret that compels her to avoid the limelight. The revelation of Liza’s true identity forces Justice to choose between the woman he loves and the stardom he craves. The wrong choice could be deadly.
Book two, SAVAGED VOWS
Dating a rock star nearly got Liza killed. Now that the world knows her true identity, danger stalks her relentlessly. But she loves Justice too much to leave him. A surprise pregnancy leads to a secret marriage and festering doubts. Justice struggles to balance the wife he loves, impending fatherhood, and the battle to take his band to stardom. As he reaches the very pinnacle of success, secrets and betrayals explode in a heartbreaking twist that threatens to rip Justice and Liza apart forever.
Book three, SAVAGED DEVOTION
Losing Liza taught Justice that love is more important than fame. He risks everything to win her back, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe. Justice’s fierce devotion helps Liza recover from a devastating loss and grow strong enough to stop hiding in the shadows. Together, Justice and Liza burst onto the world stage to face down the man who tormented her for a decade. Will their love triumph or will Liza’s old enemy tear them apart in the most permanent way possible—death?
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“What movie did you pick?”
He’d been so nice to her, she should tell him the truth. Yet when she opened her mouth, she couldn’t help answering with, “The Notebook.”
She heard the thunk of a bowl hitting the counter. Liza focused on rinsing the first pan and tried not to laugh. She’d had a hunch he’d object. It really wasn’t a guy movie.
“You better be joking.” The microwave opened and closed, and a few seconds later the scent of popcorn and cheese flooded the room.
“What? It’s awesome. Have you seen it? I love that movie.” She scrubbed the skillet, keeping her head low and hair covering her face.
“I’m calling bullshit.” His low voice sounded behind her, so close the cadence shivered inside her chest. His warmth spread out along her back. Her skin came alive, prickling with awareness. Her belly fluttered with a sweet
sensation, a combination of fun and desire.
“Okay, fine, I was kidding. I picked Twilight.” She turned her head, doing her best to look innocent. “It’s my most favorite movie ever. I love men who sparkle.”
“Such a little liar.”
“Am not. Men who sparkle are hot.”
A low laugh spilled out. “Now I know you’re lying.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Oh I know. You like me, and I don’t sparkle. You like your men raw, honest, maybe a little rough. But sparkle? Not even that pussy Dillion sparkled.” Justice ran his hands down her arms, skating over her bare skin to the insides of her elbows.
Pleasure rushed through her, and her breath caught. She clutched the edges of the pan. Dillion never made her feel playful desire. Because you never dated men you really liked, but ones you thought you could control. Lifting her chin, she met Justice’s gaze.
“You’re tempting me,” Justice said. “Too damned much.”
That growl thrilled her and scared her a little. “Justice…”
Before she could form the thought, he caught her shoulders and turned her.
Warm soapy water flew from her hands. “You’re getting water everywhere.”
He framed her face with his palms. “Don’t care. Now tell me. Want me to back off?”
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Jennifer Lyon is the pseudonym for USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Apodaca. Jen has published more than twenty books and novellas, won numerous awards and had her books translated into multiple languages.
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The Silent Speak
She read the note again.
Twice in the past three years, similar notes had been splashed all over the newspapers. She knew immediately what it meant, but her brain wouldn’t allow her to process it. For several minutes she just stared at it. Her lips formed words that never came. When her brain caught up, it went straight to denial.
This could not be happening.
Things like this did not happen in ordinary families.
Not in families like hers.
She pulled down the door handle. The door was unlocked. That was a good sign, right? She would go into the house and find everything exactly as it had always been. There just had to be some simple explanation for that note. Yes, she nodded to herself, relieved to have come to a decision. She nudged the door open and put one foot on the wooden floor. The house was eerily quiet. No kids running around. No noise from the kitchen.
‘Now don’t panic,’ she muttered to herself. ‘Everything will be fine. Just go inside.’
She tried to lift her foot, but her brain wouldn’t cooperate. Hands shaking, she pulled out her mobile and dialled 999. She was still frozen in the doorway when the police arrived.