Title: Without Apology
Series: The Without Series #1
Author: Aubrey Bondurant
Genre: Contemporary Adult Romance
Release Date: April 29, 2018
Heâs neat, always on time, and a professed workaholic. Iâm messy, always running late, and looking for more from life than just my job.
Yet our mutual attraction is undeniable.
The last thing I expected after our first date was to have Simon show up at my office. The charming and funny guy I'd met was now gone, replaced by the cold and calculating man in an impeccable suit. While my professional future is now in his hands, I canât stop thinking about how his hands would feel on my body.
Whatever had started between us can't possibly happen now, but thatâs easier said than done. Because the more I try not to think of his sexy smirk or
delicious accent, the harder it is to stay away. And if our forbidden office kiss is any indication, his resolve is slipping too.
I've sworn I'd never fall for a man who puts his job first.
Too bad my heart isn't listening.
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As I unloaded my full carry basket onto the belt, I couldnât help noticing the man in front me who was wearing a charcoal gray suit. He was attractive, but what instantly perked up my ears was his British accent. That wasnât something one often heard in this suburban town outside of Dallas, Texas.
He was talking to the elderly cashier, who I knew as Laverne, about lacking the identification necessary to buy the bottle of champagne she was holding in her hand.
âYou have my word Iâm over the legal drinking age, whatever that may be here in Texas.â
Laverne adjusted her thick glasses and shook her head. âUnless you have some sort of identification proving it, honey, I canât sell it to you.â
He searched the inside pocket of his suit. âUnfortunately, my passport is back in my hotel room. Is there any chance you could give me the bottle now, and I could return tomorrow with my ID?â
Nice try, I thought, but then realized the words had inadvertently slipped out loud. When his ice-blue eyes focused on me, my body immediately responded. Because the eyes were only part of what made up his gorgeous face, now turned in my direction.
Damn, David Gandy had nothing on his younger version, for sure. The manâs mouth turned up in a slight smile towards me before he sighed at Laverne, seemingly recognizing that her cataracts and sour expression made any use of his charms a wasted effort.
Taking pity, I stepped up. âHey, Laverne, how about I pay for the bottle? I have my ID if you need it.â
She hesitated and then glared when Brexy, my new mingled word for British and sexy, pulled out his wallet, probably to front me the money.
âYou keep your wallet and your cash where it is, honey. What you two do in private ainât none of my business, but donât be doing it in front of me. Rules are rules.â
Brexy and I exchanged arched brows at Laverneâs suggestive way of putting it, but he stowed his wallet and said, âUnderstood. I promise to, uh, finish this transaction in private.â
Now he was smirking. The expression suited his handsome features very well. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.
As Laverne scanned my items, she started chatting. âMaking snickerdoodles with the girls tonight?â She directed the question towards me.
âYes. Sure am.â I noticed the manâs gaze flick over to my left hand. Subtle he was not. Then again, neither was I. âMy three nieces,â I offered, feeling like an idiot for needing to clarify that point.
âYou donât need her identification, I take it?â he inquired, making room for me to slide my credit card at the terminal in front of us.
Laverne tsked âIâve known Peyton here for nearly the twenty-nine years sheâs been on this earth, so Iâm quite aware of her age without needing proper identification.â She handed me the receipt after bagging everything and added, âSheâs also quite single.â
And with that, she was moving on to the next customer.
I shook my head over her use of the word âquiteâ in front of single. Because âsingleâ wasnât enough, she had to add the word âquite,â making it sound as if I couldnât possibly be more single.
Small towns. Gotta love âem.
Aubrey Bondurant is a working mom who loves to write, read and travel.
She describes her writing style as: "Adult Contemporary Erotic Romantic Comedy," which is just another way of saying she likes her characters funny, her bedroom scenes hot, and her romances with a happy ending.
When Aubrey isn't working her day job, or spending time with her family, she's on her laptop typing away on her next story. She only wishes there were more hours of the day!
She's a former member of the US Marine Corps and passionate about veteran charities and giving back to the community. She loves a big drooly dog, a fantastic margarita, and football.
Nobody’s Baby But Mine
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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.
Mastering Her Heart
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She captured his heart…can he become the Master of hers?
When Lainie Bryant heads to Texas to rebuild her existence, love is not on her agenda, but the hot cardiologist with the ripped abs pushes all her buttons.
Doctor Matthew Taylor, rugged and handsome, has waited years for the woman meant to be his. Lainie’s as vanilla as they come, but there’s something about her that keeps him intrigued, and when he finds out she’s more than willing to give him the control he needs, things seem perfect. When a secret obsession comes to light, they only have each other to count on. Matthew is left wondering if he can keep her safe from his past, so they can have a future together.
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She’d been in Nurse Lainie mode all day, and it was exhausting. She was so zoned out she hadn’t realized she was no longer alone.
“Well, isn’t this a sight?” Matthew’s seductive voice brought her back to the present. “Son of a bitch,” she yelled, her words dripping with fear.
“Do you always sneak up on defenseless women like that? I bet it makes you feel like a big man, huh?” She knew she was acting like a bitch, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. This night had gone on forever, and she had reached her point of emotional exhaustion.
“That’s your one and only freebie, little one. I’ll let it slide because I know this has been a tough day for you. But don’t mistake my kindness for weakness,” his words came out more of a growl than anything else. Lainie felt heat down to her core.
This man was pure sex on a stick. Just being in his presence kept her in a constant state of arousal even considering their surroundings. Shit, what did he just say? I could drown in those blue eyes of his. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes quite so blue before. Why is he staring at me? Oh yeah, he was talking.
“I don’t remember you being my father or husband, so why is it you think it’s okay to turn your attitude on me?” Ha, take that you hot piece of man meat.
“Well, my pet, I can see you’re a kitten with claws. It’s a good thing for you I happen to like that in a subbie.” His cocky grin spoke volumes, and Lainie knew she was in big trouble. “I heard you were supposed to join Jack and Bridget at the club this week. Seeing as it won’t happen now, I’ll be escorting you there myself when the time comes.”
“Whoa there, buddy. I never agreed to go to the club with you of all people and now, here you are making plans for my life. We met a matter of hours ago, and you think you’re all of a sudden in charge?” Get yourself together girl, cause if you don’t, this man will run right over you. Yeah, you might like it. Wait, no I won’t like it, geesh. He leaned in close, and his warm breath in her ear went straight to her core.
“You and I both know how this is going to play out, and I, for one, can’t wait to see how beautiful you look on your knees for me. You will be a sight to behold. In fact, I’m hard just thinking about it. Does that turn you on, pet, to know how I react to you and the thought of your submission?” The silkiness of his voice did things to her.
She knew without a doubt he held the power to take her somewhere she had never been. This was what Bridget had been telling her about, but she would never have imagined how powerful and deep the feelings would start.
“What makes you think I would get on my knees for you? Are you some alpha Dom or something? Do all the little subbies fall at your feet and beg to worship your one-eyed snake?”
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Lesley is first and foremost a wife and mother. She has been married for 26 years to a wonderful guy. Not bad for the marriage that nobody thought would last longer than 6 months. She has 2 beautiful daughters in grad school who have both kept her on her toes since entering this world. She has been a RN for the last 12 years and truly enjoys taking care of her patients.
Since learning how to read, Lesley has always had a love affair with words. Through childhood, she wrote short stories and always had a book in her hands. So, now that her nest is empty, she is following my dream, of becoming an author, and dreams do come true! My first novel releases April 19th.
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Title: Soft Wild Ache
Author: Vivian Lux
Series: The Kings of Crown Creek #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Rockstar
Beau King is the most beautiful sin I’ve ever seen.
I grew up knowing one thing: the outside world is wrong.
Books? Sinful. Nonbelievers? Destined for hellfire.
And rock music? Pure evil.
Beau is everything my mother warned me about.
Hazel green eyes. Tempting voice. And that ripped body? Heaven help me.
I want his mouth on mine and his hands in forbidden places.
I want to confess the soft wild ache in my heart to him.
But even though I’ve left the cult behind, I still can’t escape.
I’ve cast off its chains, but I’m not free.
If I let myself fall from grace and into Beau’s arms, can I ever be forgiven?
Vivian Lux loves bad boys who are good men. She lives in Upstate New York with her adorable twin boys and model-hot husband. When she isn't writing, she's reading. If she isn't reading, she'd like to be hiking but is more likely dealing with the mountain of laundry that piled up while she was writing and reading.
NA Contemporary Romance
Cover designer: Okay Creations
Release date: May 1, 2018
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As the bus approaches my stop on the Lower East Side, I raise the hood of my black sweatshirt. Anonymity is key in my neighborhood—particularly as a lone female walking at night.
All I want is to leave my crime-ridden shadow of a home in New York City. I’ve done everything I can to keep my head down and focus on my studies. College is my only goal; love has never been on the map…
That is, until my sister brings me to an underground fight, where I meet a gorgeous and mysterious man: Vincent.
He is the ghost in my shadows, showing up to feed me pieces of his upper-crust life, then evaporating into darkness until his next visit. I’m falling hard and fast. How can I trust him amidst the depth of his secrets?
Vincent may be even more dangerous than the dark world I’m trying to escape.
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