Title: Deceitful
Author: Victoria Ellis
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: June 21, 2019
As a bestselling author, Marlowe Nicholson strives to live the simple life while saving the intense storylines for her readers. So far, she’s succeeded...
Until she wakes up one day in a cabin she doesn’t recognize. A year is missing from her memory, and the man serving her breakfast? He’s the long-time boyfriend she just dumped. Or so she thought.
While Nate has all of the perfect answers to her persistent questions, she can't help but feel as if there is more than he is telling her...
And that he has much more to do with it than he lets on.
Victoria Ellis is a new author who publishes Psychological Thrillers and Suspense novels.
She is the founder of Cruel Ink Publishing, LLC and her debut novel is Sinners' Retreat.
Victoria resides near Chicago, Illinois with her husband and an abundance of animals.
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Title: Breaking the Habit
Author: Ember Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About BREAKING THE HABIT:He’s on a war path to fame. And Levi Swain doesn’t care who knows it. The more people that know him, the better. As the hottest MMA rising star, opportunities are materializing out of thin air. When a wealthy sponsor approaches him, looking to have Levi cause a tabloid-worthy scandal, Levi only knows how to say yes. He didn’t come to war to lose. Except he never counted on meeting Riley. The glam-shy bombshell who won’t touch fame with a ten-foot selfie stick. Levi planned on her ending up another notch on the bedpost, where every girl ends up. Instead, Riley is everything he wasn’t looking for. The artistic dark angel who can knock him out faster than a middleweight champion with just one glance. Out here in Hollywood? He can have fame, or he can have true love. But he can’t have both.
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Riley knocked softly on the dressing room door that said “LEVI” and then poked her head in. Levi sat in a chair facing the mirror on the wall, palms resting on his thighs. Travis twisted around to wave her in.
Without a word, Riley snuck her camera out and started snapping pictures. She was able to catch Levi’s intense gaze through the reflection of the mirror. But one of the clicks of her shutter made him snap his eyes toward her.
A ripple of warmth coursed through her. Levi’s gaze sizzled on her.
“Damn, girl.” His smooth tenor made her pussy clench. She lowered her camera, fighting a grin.
“What?”
Levi didn’t say anything, just tutted, staring at her through the mirror. His tawny gaze cut through her, demanding a response. Every inch of her went warm under his attention.
“Come on. Focus,” Travis said, but there was humor in his voice. He slapped Levi’s cheeks.
Levi hefted with a sigh and leaned forward in his chair. A white T-shirt stretched across his chest with big block letters that said “LEVI,” with the standard-issue black shorts that clung too well to his sculpted ass. He stood, swinging his elbows from side to side.
As he came nearer, butterflies erupted in her belly. So many that she nearly crumpled under the weight of them.
“Time for the joke,” Levi said, tapping his knuckles together.
Travis heaved a sigh, a smile playing at his lips. “Let’s hear it.”
“What do you call an elephant who doesn’t matter?” Levi asked.
Travis crossed his arms, shaking his head. “I can’t even guess.”
“Irrelephant.”
Riley snickered.
“I’m gonna go check the board,” Travis said, heading for the door. “Lex will be here in a second.”
Levi nodded, and once the door shut, he swung his gaze back to Riley.
“So.” He rested his palms behind his head, and the way he was watching her defied words. She snapped a picture, if only to remember this moment for herself. His bare feet against the faded carpet of the dressing room. Bulging thighs, dark hair sprinkled down his legs. His brown hair pulled back into cornrows, the only way to protect his tresses in fights.
He was too delectable.
“This is gonna be a good one,” Riley said, her voice coming out shaky. She was wilting under his overflowing masculinity, the testosterone that radiated off him. She wanted to crumple into a willing, wanting puddle. So he could take her already and stop this misery.
“But tougher.” Levi wet his bottom lip, brushing his knuckles against the top of a chair. Then he snapped those honey eyes to her, mischief and sincerity written there. As if he could hear her deepest thoughts. “You should give me a kiss for good luck.”
Riley swallowed hard. Here was her doorway, and Levi had done the hard work of kicking down the door. He still wanted it, wanted her, though she’d done her best to put distance between them. She should have known he’d pounce the second she made her decision. He probably could smell it, a feral cat finding food.
She stepped forward, unable to rip her attention off this wall of man, the fascinating arcs and dips of muscles beneath the flimsy, stretched-thin T-shirt. She’d completely unravel the second he put his hands on her.
That’s how bad she wanted it. That’s how hard she’d been fighting it.
Levi reached out for her, his rough palm grazing her elbow. She inhaled sharply—the small touch rocketed through her, straight to her pussy.
She was in so much trouble.
The door opened. Lex came in a moment later, and Levi wilted a little. Riley turned and drew a fortifying breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
They’d been so close.
So fucking close.
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BREAKING THE RULES (Book #1)
CHANGING THE GAME (Book #2)
BREAKING THE SINNER (Book #3)
About Ember Leigh:Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.
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HE WANTS TO LOSE CONTROL. Between his parents’ messed up marriage and his narcissistic younger brother, Lincoln Moorehead has spent the majority of his life avoiding his family. After the death of his father, Lincoln finds himself in the middle of the drama. To top it all off, he’s been named CEO of Moorehead Media, much to his brother’s chagrin. But Lincoln’s bad attitude softens when he meets the no-nonsense, gorgeous woman who has been given the task of transforming him from the gruff, wilderness guy to a suave businessman SHE’S TRYING TO HOLD IT TOGETHER. Wren Sterling has been working double time to keep the indiscretions at Moorehead Media at bay, so when she’s presented with a new contract, with new responsibilities and additional incentives, she agrees. Working with the reclusive oldest son of a ridiculously entitled family is worth the hassle if it means she’s that much closer to pursuing her own dreams. What Wren doesn’t expect is to find herself attracted to him, or for it to be mutual. And she certainly doesn’t expect to fall for Lincoln. But when a shocking new Moorehead scandal comes to light, she’s forced to choose between her own family and the broody, cynical CEO. Pre-order your copy today! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2VGJ83p AppleBooks: https://apple.co/2VXTyvK Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/HandleWithCare Nook: http://bit.ly/2FmIv9x Kobo: http://bit.ly/2M09aKC Google Play: http://bit.ly/2RRkyh8 Amazon Paperback: https://amzn.to/2C9AeCB Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2FgCXxX Excerpt from Chapter One
Chapter One What Have I Gotten Myself into? Wren I slip onto the empty bar stool beside the lumberjack mountain man who looks like he tried to squeeze himself into a suit two sizes too small. He’s intimidatingly broad and thick, with long dark hair that’s been pulled up into a haphazard man bun thing. His beard is a hipster’s wet dream. His scowl, however, makes him about as approachable as a rabid porcupine. And yet, here I am, sidling up next to him.He glances at me, eyes bleary and not really tracking. He quickly focuses on his half-empty glass again. Based on the slump of his shoulders and the uncoordinated way he picks up his glass and tips it toward his mouth, I’m guessing he’s pretty hammered. I order a sparkling water with a dash of cranberry juice and a lime. What I could really use is a cup of lavender-mint tea and my bed, but instead, I’m sitting next to a drunk man in his thirties. My life is extra glamorous, obviously. And no, I’m not an escort, but at the moment I feel like my morals are on the same kind of slippery slope. “Rough day?” I ask, nodding to the bottle that’s missing more than half its contents. It was full when he sat down at the bar an hour ago. Yes, I’ve been watching him the entire time, waiting for an opportunity to make my move. While he’s been sitting here, he’s turned down two women, one in a dress that could’ve doubled as a disco ball and the other in a top so low-cut, I could almost see her navel. “You could say that,” he slurs. He props his cheek on his fist, eyes almost slits. I can still make out the vibrant blue hue despite them being nearly closed. They move over me, assessing. I’m wearing a conservative black dress with a high neckline and a hem that falls below my knees. Definitely not nearly as provocative as Disco Ball or Navel Lady. “That solving your problems?” I give him a wry grin and tip my chin in the direction of his bottle of Johnnie. His gaze swings slowly to the bottle. It gives me a chance to really look at him. Or what I can see of his face under his beard, anyway. “Nah, but it helps quiet down all the noise up here.” He taps his temple and blurts, “My dad died.” I put a hand on his forearm. It feels awkward, and creepy on my part since its half-genuine, half-contrived comfort. “I’m so sorry.” He glances at my hand, which I quickly remove, and refocuses on his drink. “I should be sorry too, but I think he was mostly an asshole, so the world might be better off without him.” He attempts to fill his glass again, but his aim is off, and he pours it on the bar instead. I rush to lift my purse and grab a handful of napkins to mop up the mess. “I’m drunk,” he mumbles. “Well, I’m thinking that might’ve been the plan, considering the way you’re sucking that bottle back. I’m actually surprised you didn’t ask for a straw in the first place. Might be a good idea to throw a spacer [CD3] in there if you want tomorrow morning to suck less.” I push my drink toward him, hoping he doesn’t send me packing like he did the other women who approached him earlier. He narrows his eyes at my glass, suspicious, maybe. “What is that?” “Cranberry and soda.” “No booze?” “No booze. Go ahead. You’ll thank me in the morning.” He picks up the glass and pauses when it’s an inch from his mouth. His eyes crinkle, telling me he’s smiling under that beard. “Does that mean Imma wake up with you beside me?” I cock a brow. “Are you propositioning me?” “Shit, sorry.” He chugs the contents of my glass. “I was joking. Besides, I’m so wasted, I can barely remember my name. Pretty sure I’d be useless in bed tonight. I should stop talkin’.” He scrubs a hand over his face and then motions to me. “I wouldn’t proposition you.” I’m not sure how to respond. I go with semi-affronted, since it seems like somewhat of an insult. “Good to know.” “Dammit. I mean, I think you might be hot. You look hot. I mean attractive. I think you’re pretty.” He tips his head to the side and blinks a few times. “You have nice eyes, all four of them are lovely.” This time I laugh—for real—and point to the bottle. “I think you might want to tell your date you’re done for the night.” He blows out a breath and nods. “You might be right.” He makes an attempt to stand, but as soon as his feet hit the floor, he stumbles into me and grabs my shoulders to steady himself. “Whoa. Sorry. Yup, I’m definitely drunk.” His face is inches from mine, breath smelling strongly of alcohol. Beyond that, I get a whiff of fresh soap and a hint of aftershave. He lets go of my shoulders and takes an unsteady step back. “I don’t usually do this.” He motions sloppily to the bottle. “Mostly I’m a three drink max guy.” “I think losing your father makes this condonable.” I slide off my stool. Despite being tall for a woman, and wearing heels, he still manages to be close to a head taller than me. “Yeah, maybe, but I still think I might regret it tomorrow.” He’s incredibly unsteady, swaying while standing in place. I take the opportunity for what it is and thread my arm through his, leading him away from the bar. “Come on, let’s get you to the elevator before you pass out right here.” He nods, then wobbles a bit, like moving his head has set him off balance. “That’s probably a good idea.” He leans into me as we weave through the bar and stumbles on the two stairs leading to the foyer. There’s no way I’ll be able to stop him if he goes down, but I drape one of his huge arms over my shoulder anyway, and slip my own around his waist, guiding him in a mostly straight line to the elevators. “Which floor are you on?” I ask. “Penthouse.” He drops his arm from my shoulder and flings it out, pointing to the black doors at the end of the hall. “Jesus, I feel like I’m on a boat.” “It’s probably all the alcohol sloshing around in your brain.” I take his elbow again, helping him stagger the last twenty feet to the dedicated penthouse elevator. He stares at the keypad for a few seconds, brow pulling into a furrow. “I can’t remember the code. It’s thumbprint activated though too.” He stumbles forward and presses his forehead against the wall, then tries to line up his thumb with the sensor, but his aim is horrendous and he keeps missing. I settle a hand on his very firm forearm. This man is built like a tank. Or a superhero. For a moment, I reconsider what I’m about to do, but he seems pretty harmless and ridiculously hammered, so he shouldn’t pose a threat. I’m also trained in self-defense, which would fall under the by any means necessary umbrella. “Can I help?”
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Title: A Valiant Prince
Series: The Poisoned Pawn Duet #2
Author: S.E. Rose
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Royal Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2019
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Some princes are born into royalty. And some princes are made into royalty.
Logan Winters just discovered that heâs a prince, a prince that someone wants dead.
When Princess Susanna came waltzing into his world, she took his breath away with her beauty and charm and also with the truth about his life.
Now they are racing against time to find out who wants to kill him.
Will they be able to stop a killer? Or will their discovery bring down not one throne but two?
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S.E. Rose lives in the DMV. And if you know what that means, then you know where she lives. She currently resides with her husband, two children, and always at least two cats and usually other random creatures her children decide they need. While she works at a desk during the day, her evenings and weekends are devoted to writing and editing her romance novels. She loves all things wine, coffee, tea, and dark chocolate; thatâs right, dark chocolate. In her spare time, she enjoys photography, traveling, going to concerts, and reading.
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Title: Wrecked by Her
Series: Like a Hurricane Duet #1
Author: Kristie Leigh
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Taylor Sullivan, Imagination Uncovered
Release Date: August 7, 2019
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Loving Jules in high school was easy â gentle and natural. But that was eight years ago, before she left town. Before she took off and left my heart shattered.
Now sheâs backâ¦with a kid Iâve never met.
A hurricane, thatâs what she is â powerful and potentially destructive, yet so thrilling and intense.
If she leaves me wrecked againâ¦I wonât survive.
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Title: Saved by Him
Series: Like a Hurricane Duet #2
Author: Kristie Leigh
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Taylor Sullivan, Imagination Uncovered
Release Date: August 21, 2019
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Iâm always running, hiding to avoid the reality that has become my life. Hunter didnât deserve the destruction I left in my wakeâI just hope itâs repairable.
Because I need him.
I need him to love me like he used to, to make me whole again. To remind me that my reality doesnât have to be like this.
Most importantlyâ¦I need him to save me.
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I'm a feisty redheaded Canadian/American who fell in love with romance novels when my friend Phil bought me a Kindle that hasn't left my side since.
My favorite books to read are anything taboo and super sick and twisted. I'm not sure I will ever write anything dark, but I would love to give it a shot one day.
I live in South Florida with my high school sweetheart and three kids.
I grew up in Burlington, ON, Canada but made the move to South Florida in 2013 and definitely don't miss the snow.
I'm not sure where this writing journey will take me but either way, I know it will be a fun new adventure, and I'm super excited about it.
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Release Date: July 10, 2019 Cover Design: Amy Queau - QDesign Trailer: https://youtu.be/GUQfvx3kluc SynopsisWedding photographer Holly Freeman holds her camera up to act as a mask; blocking the world from seeing the vulnerability she never quite let go of. She still feels she owes a debt for the second chance at life she’s more than repaid. One perfect shot... Firefighter Joseph Bianco lost love in a way that left deep emotional wounds. There’s no place for a personal life between the fires he fights every day and the bitterness he holds back at night. Scars heal... As their worlds collide, they want nothing more than friendship. But it’s not long before Holly and Joe both realize they are not truly living despite the lies they tell themselves. Will these friends-to-lovers be able to battle their pasts to find the love they deserve? GoodreadsExcerpt“Well, I’m sorry we ended up at such a crappy movie,” I declare as we make our way to his Explorer. “I’m not.” Surprised, I stop in my tracks. “What?” Hooking an arm over my shoulder, he guides me out of the line of traffic. “That was the most fun I’ve had…” He freezes. This time it’s me who turns toward him. Laying a hand on his chest, I tilt my head to the side. “Joe?” He shakes his head. Intuitively, I know this is something enormous. Hesitantly, I offer, “I’m here for you if you want to talk.” I go to move away, but he holds me close. His voice takes on a faraway cast when he admits, “I promised to love one person forever.” My heart breaks for him. “I know.” “So, what does it say about me when I was just about to tell you I had more fun in that stupid movie than I ever had. Ever,” he adds with emphasis. “What does that say about the kind of man I am, Holly?” Pain radiates from every pore of his body into mine. Since we’ve become friends, Joe’s opened up to me about his lingering emotions for Mary, so I understand how much pain this is causing him. I close my eyes, praying for the right words. “Maybe what it means is that your ‘ever’ is divided into the life you had with Mary and the life you’ve had since.” He goes to open his mouth, but I gently lay my finger across it. “Sometimes, I get lonely thinking of a person I’ve never met. I can’t even imagine having met them and lost them.” Stepping back, I squeeze his arm. “Don’t hide your grief, Joe. Not with me.” His eyes drag over my face while my words—I hope—penetrate. He lets out a ragged breath. “I must seem so stupid.” “Did you suddenly turn into a superhuman somewhere along the way? Why don’t you get to feel your aches and pains the way the rest of the world does?” “I don’t know. Maybe because I feel like I have to be strong for everyone, especially Grace?” I shake my head. “You have a right to be a man, Joe, before everything else. And trust me, the pain isn’t going to go away. It just dulls to remind you that you can survive anything, even the most horrific nightmares life can throw at you.” Stepping closer he says, “I thought you said you’d never fallen in love.” I nod. “I haven’t. That doesn’t mean I haven’t felt agony.” Turning away, I walk the few steps until I reach the passenger side of his SUV. “Come on. If we don’t head out now, we’ll be late.” I hear the locks beep, and I open the door. Joe climbs in on the other side. Settling myself in the vehicle, I pay careful attention to fastening my seat belt when Joe lays his hand on mine. I lift my head to find his inches from my own. “This friendship isn’t one-sided, Holly. I’m here if you need me.” Squeezing my hand, he lets it go before starting the ignition. Joe, if I told you about my past, there’d be no friendship left, I think sadly. But all I do is settle back in the seat as we listen to Ed Sheeran on our way back to Collyer. 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Max Montgomery was at the height of his career, playing the best hockey of his life, and lucky enough to have a starting spot on a team that was actually a contender for the Cup.And one by one his friends were falling in love.
Love. Now that was a dirty four-letter word if he’d ever heard one. Max had experienced love and all of its aftereffects and where had that gotten him? Lonely, living in an apartment, and paying alimony to a woman who’d left him at the merest sign of a hiccup in their marriage. His only bright spot was his son. Brayden had moved back in with him a few months ago, after his mother had taken off to God knew where. Max loved having him home, but with his son only seven and him on the road for forty-two games a year, they’d struggled. Still, they’d found a way to make it work. But then Brayden threw Max a completely new curve ball. He wanted Max to find a wife. Max had been there, done that, got the crappy T-shirt as a souvenir. No way would he make himself vulnerable like that again, no matter how much his son wanted it. A puppy was a perfectly viable alternative, right? At least that was what he’d been thinking until he met Angelica Shallows, sister to the team’s Physical Therapist guru, Mandy, and a brilliant engineer in her own right. She was gorgeous, smart, but had shadows in her eyes. Max knew all about shadows, knew they were meant as a sign for him to stay away. What was that about the best intentions paving the road to hell? Max may have wanted to stay away, may have wanted to abide the warning signs in Angie’s eyes, but— The real trouble began when found that he couldn’t do either of those things.
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Aside from writing romance, Elise's passions are chocolate, Star Wars, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team -- the Sharks! -- are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise is the mom to two exuberant boys and is thoroughly addicted to Dancing With the Stars. Connect with Elise! Website: https://www.elisefaber.com/
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Title: Grace
Series: The Dimarco Series #6
Author: Jennifer Hanks
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2019
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One. Chance. Encounter.
Thatâs all it should have been.
Angry, cold and intimidating is a bad combination for any man, but for Tyler Morgan who has lost everything, itâs who heâs become.
And all he wants is to be left alone.
Until bad decisions and a tragedy bring a woman into his life who refuses to let him be alone any longer. A woman whoâs capable of looking beyond the hard shell and the cold encounters to the man beneath. A woman determined to teach him how to live again after heâs lost the most important things in his life.
Grace Dimarco has a secret.
Growing up with seven older brothers has always made her feel itâs her against them, with no one in her corner, and no one who understands her need to become her own person.
Until she meets a man who encourages her to be the woman she needs to be. A man whose sheer size is intimidating to most, but comforting to her. A man who will take on anyone in her defense.
Including her brothers.
But someone knows Graceâs secret and is using it to his advantage. Someone whoâs forcing her to face her own fears. Someone who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
What he wants is Grace Dimarco.
But Tyler Morgan isnât willing to lose the woman who saved him.
And he will do whatever it takes to protect her.
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Jennifer Hanks is the author of The Dimarco Series as well as The Elite Securities Series. Her stories are contemporary romance and romantic suspense, all with the underlying message of the power and strength in love. Sheâs also a sucker for a Happily-Ever-After. Her love of reading and books in general started at a very young age and has steadily grown into a love of writing as well. She admits to being addicted to all things romance and has no plans of quitting her habit. Jennifer lives in Pennsylvania with her two children. When sheâs not reading or writing, she can be found with her kids at their various activities. Her house is frequently filled with any combination of her childrenâs friends, nieces, nephews and a variety of pets.
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The Locker Room by Meghan QuinnRelease Date: June 20th Genre: Contemporary Romance Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44010609-the-locker-room AVAILABLE NOW!!! FREE in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2In9iDF Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2Rk4z8v Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2Rhp9GA Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2WNi2H5 Blurb: Have you heard the rumor around campus about the locker room?If you haven't, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife. Translation: baseball players are stupidly superstitious and believe the locker room has magical powers. But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included. So when the girl I've fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it's time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room. The only question is, will she accept?
Excerpt: This map is useless. Easy to read, my ass. I need a magnifying glass to make out any of the color-coded buildings on this thing and unfortunately, I left my magnifying glass in my other skirt. That was sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it. Standing next to a wonky-looking tree, I try to act as casual as possible—hip popped out, interested glances, the usual—as I hide a school map beneath the pages of Pride and Prejudice , while off-handedly looking for the MacMillan building. But the wind—though subtle—isn’t making things easy. Recently transferred from Cal State, Fullerton, I’m attempting to avoid making a fool of myself on the first day of fall classes at my new school, Brentwood University. Unfortunately, I’m way out of my element. For one, I know nothing about this school other than they have the best library sciences program in the country. Making the transfer a no-brainer for me the minute I realized I wanted to be a librarian. I dabbled in business at Cal State, but who was I kidding? I had no right trying to figure out micro-and macroeconomics. A California girl through and through, Illinois is nothing like the palm trees and beaches I’ve grown up with. Don’t get me wrong, there are trees here, huge, plush, green trees everywhere, the kind of trees Bob Ross made dance on his canvas. But the smog . . . I have no idea where that is. Breathing fresh air almost feels wrong. And apparently pizza is a big deal here. I’ve heard at least three separate arguments since I’ve moved about which pizza in town is best. Let’s all be friends and be grateful there is good pizza here. And even though this is a “small” school town outside Chicago, it’s larger than life with boisterous personalities and ivy-covered buildings that cause me to believe I’m walking on the hallowed grounds where the prosperous were educated. Plus, I had to buy leggings for all my skirts, because the temperature doesn’t call for bare legs out here. The wind picks up again, lifting my skirt and map at the same time. Not wanting to be known as the resident flasher on campus, I save the skirt—because even though I have leggings, I chose not to wear them today—and tamp it back down on my legs as the map lifts from my book, floats into the air, twirling and swirling only to smack a passing guy right in the face. Whap . “What the—?” He startles and I jump into action. “I’m so sorry,” I say, scrambling to hold my skirt down while clutching my parted book at my chest. The map is slowly peeled away and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes peek past the paper first, followed by the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen, defined and tense. Light scruff matches his dirty-blond hair that is swept to the left and cut short on the sides. Dressed in a green Brentwood baseball sweatshirt and wearing a jaw-dropping smile, he chuckles and hands me the map while eyeing me up and down. Why is he so familiar? Those eyes. “Not a problem, but you could have asked for help if you were lost. Slapping me with a map is an aggressive tactic, effective, but aggressive.” That voice, that smirk. I know it from somewhere. Feeling a light blush creep up my cheeks, I say, “Not used to the wind.” He nods and thumbs behind him. “Lake Michigan. It’s a bitch in the winter.” He studies me for a second and then nods at my map. “Where you headed? I can help.” There is the smallest southern drawl in his voice, nothing strong, but enough to tell me he’s not from Illinois. I know that voice. I remember specifically thinking it was hot. Tamping down my map and folding it in my book that I snap shut quickly, I say, “I promised I’d figure this all out on my own, but looks like I might need a little help after all.” “Don’t blame yourself; this campus is a maze with no rhyme or reason. I was lost my entire first semester. Can’t tell you how many times I was late to class.” “That’s reassuring.” He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small once-over. “I know you.” I don’t say anything and just as his eyes land on my chest, a smile creeps over his face, a light bulb lighting in his head. “You’re the girl who helped me find my room on Saturday.” Oh. Shit. It’s the yellow-door baseball guy. He leans forward, hands stuffed in his pockets and says, “I never forget a good pair of tits.” As if I wasn’t blushing enough already. About the Author: USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book. Connect with Meghan: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/meghanquinnauthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7360513.Meghan_Quinn Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authormeghanquinn/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorMegQuinn Website: http://authormeghanquinn.com Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/meghan-quinn Amazon: https://amzn.to/2LitE4x Dating by the Book
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: The cry of You’ve got mail! broke the silence, and I made the mistake of checking my phone. The preview showed me an incoming email from Silver Fox. I steeled my nerves for the inevitable sting and clicked the link with one eye closed, bracing for a deadly attack. Here he was a total stranger, and the prospect alone of what he might say had my heart racing worse than a Stephen King novel. I bounced my foot on the spindle of the stool and dove headfirst into what I was sure would be a flogging. Ms. Kincaid, I don’t know why I’m responding to you, but I confess that I keep arguing with you in my head, so I’ve finally decided to tell you a thing or two. First, you’re wrong if you think reviewers don’t hear from authors. We hear plenty, and trust me when I tell you that responses can be pretty vicious. I sometimes ignore them, but believe it or not, I do realize that authors are people, too, which is why I find myself wanting to mentor you to a better mental place. My main argument is that you shouldn’t respond to reviewers because your opinion is no longer valid. Or let me rephrase it—your opinion is no more valid than mine. Second, I find myself once again in the position of defending my own personal situation. While I do enjoy video games as much as anyone of my generation, it’s not my primary occupation. In fact, writing reviews is my hobby. I may do this in my underwear, but not simultaneously at my mother’s house. Third, I do have a healthy imagination, and I can read between the lines. You may have romantic experience, but I suspect you’ve forgotten what it feels like to truly be in love. Unfortunately for me, love is a feeling I’m all too familiar with, and I recognize when someone is faking it. If I could offer you some free advice, I’d urge you to get out and get more experience—romance, sex, heartache. Live a little. If you haven’t felt your stomach flip when your hand brushes someone else’s, if your spine doesn’t tingle when you think back on your first kiss, you can’t bring those feelings to your readers. Or ignore me. I’m sure there will be plenty of readers who don’t care about the romance anyway. You can write for them. SF Heartache? He wanted me to intentionally fly into that turbulence again? It had taken me six months to nurse myself from the depths of the abyss before I could sink my fingernails into the ledge and heave myself up and out. Silver Fox expected me to just do it again? Sure. But what if he was right? What if the cocoon I’d wrapped myself in was preventing me from writing a genuine relationship? Worse, what if it was preventing me from moving on with my life? I poked at my bruised heart and didn’t recoil in agony. Had it dried up and died? “Live a little.” Like that was so easy. I made a fresh latte and walked over to sit with fellow romance-phobe Charlie. “What are you working on, Charlie?” “Reading.” He closed his laptop and stretched. “Why do you think so much of literature is about waiting? Why can’t it all just be the good parts? Why do I have to wade through hundreds of pages lost in the mines of Moria before getting to some real action?” “Are we talking about Tolkien?” “It’s just a metaphor. So much wandering around. My patience grows short.” “Sounds like my life. I strayed from the path in Mirkwood forest and can’t find my way back.” “Have you considered flipping pages?” “Of my life?” I laughed, trying to imagine how that would work. “Why not? Choose your own adventure.” He pointed his index finger toward an invisible lightbulb. “Stuck in the mines? Go over the mountain.” “Madness.” “Maybe, but it’s still a choice. Or just go to the next chapter. It can’t be that hard.” I considered his premise. “But what if you skipped over all the boring or hard parts of life? You’d go straight to your death bed!” “Hmm. I think you can always choose to stray from the path.” He stirred his coffee. “And with that in mind, I’m going to make a monumental decision to start a new book.” His eyes sharpened with sincerity. “You could, too.” Charlie the Chronicler had struck again. “Choose your own adventure . . .” Peter wasn’t even in this chapter of my life. How long was I expected to wait for the return of the king? Did I have to return to the original path? Did I have to wait for Peter to come back around? Or could I consider other avenues? What if, instead of sitting in my own self-pity, I took a chance on a perilous quest fraught with messy complications, whose successful completion seemed impossible? It wasn’t like there was safety hiding in the mines anyway. I’d already spent six months in the dark, chased by a cave troll of emotional destruction. I might not die of heartbreak, but loneliness rose up like a flaming Balrog from the depths of hell, and only I could choose to fly to higher ground. I wanted to emerge as the heroine of my own adventure. A badass heroine controlling her own destiny.
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