Exhale and Move On by KL Shandwick
Standalone: LGBT MMF MFM Bi
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Synopsis
When you've lived the reckless rock and roll lifestyle Rick Fars has it's no surprise to learn he's been there, done that, and in Rick's case he's most likely left his t-shirt behind on some woman's bedroom floor. As a wealthy playboy bachelor Rick's never been taken by any woman, but he's taken plenty and often.
Outwardly Rick is living the dream, however, appearances can be deceptive and behind closed doors Rick's life is far more complex than most would realize. When the past and the present collide will Rick's future finally help him to know his own mind?
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Writing came relatively later in life for K.L. Shandwick after a challenge by a friend led to The Everything Trilogy. She loves creating new characters and story lines. Her characters have flaws and she hopes this helps the connection between them and her readers. K.L. enjoys the journeys they take her on during the creation of her stories, and each character has his or her own voice. She doesnât use prepared outlines for her stories preferring the characters to take their own direction as the story progresses. These days K.L. lives in the Yorkshire countryside in the UK, and writes full-time.
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Title: When We Are Old
Series: If We Were... #2
Author: Anna Bloom
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2020
Blurb
Ronnie Childs has questions.
What happens now she and Matthew Carling have crossed the line into love?
Can they survive the enormous pressure that turning a lifelong dream into reality entails?
And what happens when fate sends them a curveball neither of them expects?
Matthew Carling has questions of his own.
How can he protect his boys from the bitter battle with his ex?
What happens now heâs given everything up for memories and love?
Can he and Ronnie survive when life keeps throwing all it has at them?
When things get real and playing grown-ups loses its charm, will reality make them both ache for the past? Will their promise to love one another even when they are old become one of the most difficult promises theyâve ever tried to keep? The prize of forever has never seemed further away.
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I sighed. Three days of perfection. Reading my sigh, he pulled me around and caught my face softly in his hands, cradling me like I was a rare gem he was scared to lose. The sun slanted across his face, his dark hair lifting in the breeze, the strands of black lit with unexpected fiery hues of red. His lips lowered to mine, dark lashes fluttering against his cheekbones, and I held my breath, filled with an expectation that could make me explode. A deep and never-ending wanting that ate at my bones until I was weary with the needy ache.
âMarry me.â His question slipped into the air, rushing out to sea and mixing with the salt and brine in the air.
My chest heaved, caving with delight. I gasped a lungful of air, wide eyes meeting his.
With all my heart a yes pounded within me, it rushed in my veins, desperate to hit the surface and make itself known.
Another kiss, firmer, pushing for entry. I opened my mouth, his hot tongue slipping against mine, one of my favourite things. He cradled my head, tilting me with a mastery that made me a puppet in his hands.
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A book hoarder and coffee addict by heart Anna Bloom loves to write extraordinary stories about real love. Based south of London with her husband, three children and a dog with a beard, Anna likes to connect with readers, fan girl over her favourite authors and binge watch Supernatural and Superhero movies while drinking lots of wine.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “Hey,” she called to him from the stairs. He looked good, but then she always thought that he looked good. “Hey yourself, pipsqueak. Figured this might be easier than texting.” He moved from where he was next to his cruiser and stood at the bottom of the stairs. From his position, Maya was only an inch or two higher than he was. She looked into his eyes, and smiled at the familiarity that was in their depths. “I guess.” She breathed in deeply, and was pleasantly surprised when she was hit with his earthy scent. “So how was the shift?” The deputies could normally go home at one in the morning, but were on call until the shift ended at four. “Good, too many tourists doing stupid crap though. It’s the season, I suppose.” Pointing a glance at her cast he said, “How come everyone else has gotten to sign it but me?” “It’s coming off in like a week. There’s no point now.” She put both her hands behind her back, even if it was awkward with the cast on her arm. He joined her at the top of the stairs, and she looked up into his eyes. “You really are short.” “I know. Perks of being me, I guess. I’ll be the last to die when the zombies attack since I can fit into smaller places.” She knew it was derisive, but since she was making fun of herself it didn’t matter. He started laughing, a comforting sound coming from deep in his chest. After he was finished, he just stood there and looked at her. She got caught up in the moment and when he pulled her into a hug, she let him. The warmth of his body enclosed her, and she felt safe. After she stayed in his arms for a minute, reality struck. “I need to go. I’m getting tired.” She yawned for effect and looked at his cruiser pointedly. He didn’t take the hint. “I know you are. Can I take Jonathan now?” “No,” she was offended by his question, and it stung a lot more than she’d ever tell him. “You can’t have him. I promised that I would make him breakfast in the morning, you can have him after.” She crossed her arms, which would look a lot more imposing if she was able to do it without the cast. Instead, she shot him her most stern look. “You should go home now.” “Okay, no problem. You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re telling me what to do.” He smiled. But it was more of a smirk, mirth reaching his eyes. “Brian.” She really did need to go back inside, but before she could say it again, he cut her off. “Kiss me.” He looked at her mouth, and seemed to be fascinated by it. “Why?” Her throat was dry, the words coming out as more of a croak than a question. “Because if you don’t I’m going to lose my mind.” He pulled her back into his arms, and she pushed against him until he released her. When she was out of his arms, she took a deep breath and said, “I’m done with these games, Brian.” “I can’t live my life without knowing what you’re going to feel like in my arms. You don’t understand. I need you.” The look on his face said that he was lost, and that she was the key to him finding his way home. “There was a time when all I wanted was to be needed in your life, Brian. But that’s not what I want, not anymore. I need something other than hidden glances, innuendo, and being made to feel like I’m not good enough to be someone’s first choice.” Instead of feeling happy at the thought of being told exactly what she wanted to hear from him for so long, it just made her angrier that she didn’t have happiness like that in her life already and probably couldn’t in the future. “But you are my first choice. Don’t you see that? I would turn the world upside down if it would make you happy.” Without waiting for her response, he grasped her by the shoulders and brought his face down to hers. “No more games, not between us.” And he kissed her. The entire world imploded in a barrage of light and sound. The kiss couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds, but in that moment it felt like everything was right in the universe. Pulling away from her just slightly he continued, “I should have told you how I really feel a long time ago, Maya. Then we wouldn’t have all of this wasted time. I want you in my life. Just give this a chance.” “I’m a different person; all of the love I had was left behind that night. I can’t give you anything.” Eyes still stinging from the explosion of lights she saw during their kiss, she leaned away from him.
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-- EXCERPT: “Do you have a boyfriend?” I don’t meet his eyes. “No.” “Why not?” he wants to know. “Do you have a girlfriend?” I retaliate. “I don’t.” “Why not?” “Point taken,” he concedes. We’re sitting and staring at each other when Davis puts his hand on mine. He clears his throat in preparation to speak. A wave of anticipation washes over me, and I subconsciously hold my breath like I’m deep sea diving without an oxygen tank. He’s probably not going to say, “Ashley, I’ve known who you were since the moment I saw you in the nursing home. I’ve secretly loved you since high school and wanted more than anything to tell you the depth of my feelings ever since, but I was afraid you’d turn me down.” I’m fully aware I’m having some kind of mental break here, so you’re just gonna have to bear with me. I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to declare, “You’re the woman of my dreams and I long to hold you in my arms until the end of time.” Chances are he won’t conclude this imaginary monologue by picking me up and carrying me out of the restaurant so he can take me to his house and ravish me. But the bottom line is that we’ll never know because just as he opens his mouth, a voice behind me says, “Davis Frothingham? My heavens, how long has it been? You look positively wonderful!” Davis’s eyes move upward as he sees my unwelcome ghost from adolescence past. “Jessica. I didn’t know you were back in town. Are you visiting for long?” “No, sir.” I can hear the interest in her tone as clear as day. “I just moved back to Creek Water. I thought for sure Beau would have told you.” If Beau is involved, that probably means she’s buying a house, which would mean she’s not planning anything temporary. Crap. Why the heck is everyone coming back? “Welcome home,” he tells her. Then he motions toward me. “This is …” But before he can say my name, she looks at me and declares, “Oh hey, it’s you, from the bathroom!” She’s as excited as if I were a long-lost sorority sister. “Hey,” I somehow manage while my throat constricts in terror. The Jessica Holt I know from high school would full on poop a brick if she knew she was being nice to FelAshleyO MoanRow. The good news is that Davis never said my name, and Jessica is so self-absorbed she doesn’t seem to care who I am. The waitress comes over and delivers several plates including the filet, a lobster tail, and a caesar salad. As delicious as everything looks, I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat a bite of it. “Do y’all work together or something?” Jessica asks once our food is situated. How insulting. She should assume we’re on a date considering our close physical proximity—side-by-side, not across from each other— but the thought doesn’t appear to occur to her. I let Davis answer the question. “I work alone, carving furniture,” he says, not offering any other explanation. “That’s right,” Jessica declares. “I have a couple of clients I’d like to send your way. Maybe I can stop by your workshop sometime this week.” “Sure,” Davis replies. “I’m on the first floor of the Creeky Button Factory. Just ring the bell and I’ll let you in.” “I can’t wait,” she enthuses. Then much less excitedly, she adds, “I guess I’d better get going. We just finished dinner and my folks are waiting in the car.” She lingers as though Davis might invite her to join us and perhaps even offer to take her home afterward. I can’t let that happen, so I boldly put my hand on Davis’s arm and announce, “Don’t let us keep you. Have a good night.” Davis’s mouth turns up at the corners into a lopsided smile like he’s trying to keep from laughing out loud. Then he tells his ex-girlfriend, “It was nice seeing you, Jessica. Have a good night.” Jessica does not look happy. I want to take out my phone and snap a picture of her, so I can enjoy her expression at my leisure. Being that wouldn’t paint me in the best light, I don’t do it. But oh, boy, if I did, I’d print a hundred copies and hang them all over my trailer.
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Title: It's a Work Thing
Series: Executive Suite #1
Author: Michelle Karise
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2020
They call me the King of Dynex, architect of the company’s crown jewel: the world’s largest scientific website. Half the company loves me, the other can’t stand me—when you’ve got your sights set on bigger things, it comes with the territory. Bonus: My ice-cold reputation hides my broken heart.
If Dynex pulls off its upcoming public offering, my best friend and I will be swimming in corporate stock, free to launch our own company. Now more than ever, I need to be focused. I don’t need a distraction like Jasmine Carmichael, a gorgeous consultant with honey-almond skin and a killer smile.
Jasmine
Ever had any luck with dating apps? No? Girl, same. I don’t play games. One, my travel schedule as a consultant doesn’t allow it. And two, at the first hint I’m an old-fashioned girl in search of romance, I’m ghosted.
I shouldn’t be attracted to six-three of citrine-eyed, muscular, urban sophistication like Garrett Hamilton. He’s a client, and clients are definitely out of my dating pool. But something about him makes me want to ignore the rules and roll the dice.
I should have remembered corporate games never end well—especially when you gamble with your heart.
Michelle Karise is a St. Louis-native who lives with her temperamental Shih Tzu, Rooney. The sassy, Type-A personality is a member of several professional organizations, notably the Romance Writers of America.
Travel, martinis, and wit are her jam and nuance is her butter. She constructs stories featuring intelligent female leads and the confident and strong men that love them. Sometimes the hero and heroine don't do what she wants, but she is always confident that love will prevail.
Title: Tangles of the Heart
Author: Anastasia Alexander
Genre: Millionaire Romance
Release Date: June 19, 2020
Can love survive the quarter-mile at 200 miles per hour?
Darlene Britain lives a quiet life in Island Park, Idaho, with her mom and stepfather until she takes one trip to Tucson, Arizona, at her boyfriend’s Austin’s request. On the plane, she meets sexy race car driver Cactus Ronnie. He is bold, takes risks, and is committed to following one’s passions.
This chance meeting upsets Darlene, Ronnie, and Austin’s worlds by forcing them to see their lives differently. All of them end up taking chances that none of them ever thought they would.
The risks led them to daring escapes, adventures at the drag strip, life-threatening night drives down the race track, marriage proposals, and ultimately the heartbreaking choice of choosing a path that will change everything for all of them.
“The book is extremely well written, descriptive, and the romantic parts were tasteful and beautiful. A quick and easy read, this sweet, romantic story made me smile the whole way through. A well-deserved five stars!”–Krisy Vee for Readers’ Favorite "I enjoyed finding out Darlene’s story in Tangles of the Heart. She grows a lot in the book and makes hard choices. I loved finding out who she finally ends up with. Who does she choose? You’ll have to read to find out!"--Catia Shattuck, Avid Bookworm
Anastasia Alexander doesn’t have the answers to life’s love questions. What she does know is that love in the 21st Century is complex. There are no easy answers, and there is a lot of richness and juiciness in exploring all the complexity that love brings.
Her credentials are two failed marriages, equaling twenty-three years of marriage and a willingness to believe that maybe a third one will be her lucky number. Or she might decide to compete with Elizabeth Taylor for who can get married the most times. It is yet to be determined which option she’s going to go for, but until then she pours her passion and sarcasm for relationships into her stories.
Title: Featherweight (Hallow Brothers,6)
Author: Tricia Andersen
Genre: Paranormal/ MMA Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2020
Cover Designer: Tricia Andersen
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
He was just a hapless victim in a bar. At least that was what vampire hunter Dakota Ross thought until the sexy smartass she was drawn to protect was able to keep toe to toe with her as they fought. When she finds a strange tattoo etched into her back after a night of intense, passionate sex, she discovers that he is Ezekiel Hallow, one of seven werewolf brothers. They team up to find Black, who has killed her husband and has the Book of Elvesayd, an artifact Ezekiel desperately needs. Each step on their journey becomes more deadly as they get closer to Black. How far will they go to find the Book? Can Dakota stop Black from taking the life of another man she loves?
It seemed a little odd to Ezekiel that there were only a handful of people in the place but then again, he didn’t know just how far off the map he’d wandered. He sauntered to the bar and plopped down on a stool. Ordering a beer from the bartender he glanced around. A chill ran up his spine. Every set of eyes in the bar were focused on him. A couple guys grinned at him like he was prey.
It was then that he caught sight of something sharp and pearly white in the glow of the neon.
A pair of fangs. Fuck.
“What is it with you guys and bars, huh? I always pictured that you would be more wine and cheese snobs than canned beer and pretzels,” he questioned.
The two playing pool chuckled as they set their pool sticks down on the felt covered surface and prowled towards him. The one on the left, with black rumpled hair, untucked dress shirt, and wrinkled dress slacks smirked at him. “We guys? You act as if you know us?”
Ezekiel rose to his feet, nudging his beer aside. He scanned for exits other than glass doors. There were none. This place had to violate at least a dozen fire codes. Did they have fire codes in the backwoods? “I know your kind. You have distant cousins in Minnesota that are making my family’s life a living hell right now.”
The vampires frowned and the one dressed like he had left his soul at the office gave a hardy sniff to the stale air of the bar. He shrugged. “You wouldn’t be the first werewolf I’ve drained dry. Your blood tastes like shit, though.”
“Great to know.”
Before Ezekiel could drop into stance to defend himself, the bell on the door tinkled a greeting. The entire room turned to see who had walked in. He cursed under his breath. His odds weren’t great as it was and now, he had to defend someone?
Except there was no one there but a small puddle on the floor left by the storm outside. A second later two of the vampires closest to the door dropped to their knees, writhing in pain.
That was when Ezekiel saw her. Jet black hair flowed down past her ivory face and down her back. Eyes so dark they could have been mistaken as violet glanced at him. Her whole body, garbed in black, stiffened at the sight of him.
It was the woman in his dreams, the one that had made him jack off so many times before he hit the road on this trip. His cock stiffened at the sight of her. It was a really bad time for a hard-on.
“Take cover,” she demanded.
Ezekiel smiled at her, reassuringly. “I’ve got this, sweetheart.”
She glowered at him as her fist flew out, dropping another vampire to the ground. “I’m sorry. Did you just call me sweetheart?”
He bit back a groan as the two pool playing vampires charged him. For a moment, he thought the distraction was going to fuck up his fighting style. As one body thudded on top of the other, he let out a sigh of relief.
“Do you not like being called sweetheart?” he countered.
Her hand dropped to her thigh to produce a wicked looking knife. She pointed it at him. “I am not your sweetheart. Call me that again and it’ll be the last word you ever mutter.”
Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband and her three children. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.
For the past five years, Tricia has been a member of Hard Drive Performance Center in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, an affiliate of Roufusport in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She has experience in kickboxing and currently trains in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Even though she has never competed in an MMA cage, she’s witnessed and been a part of a fighter’s journey from fight camp to their walk to the cage. She also has competed in jiu jitsu.
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Title: Sassy BlondeAuthor: Stacey KennedyGenre: Contemporary RomanceAbout Sassy Blonde:From USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy comes a steamy contemporary romance featuring a brooding hero with too much baggage, a spirited heroine who is always up for adventure, and a sexy-as-hell road trip that will change their lives forever. Maisie Carter has always been a free spirit. An artist by nature, she has no idea what she's doing as co-owner of Three Chicks Brewery. But she's determined to prove to her older sisters that she can be an asset to their grandfather's beer legacy. The best way to do that? Make the rounds at Colorado's craft brewery festivals and turn Foxy Diva, their top beer, into an award winner. Unfortunately, after more than one "beer mishap," it becomes clear that she's going to need some help. Hayes Taylor knows he has a chip on his shoulder, but he has no interest in working through his traumatic past. He just wants to work on his horse farm, alone. The last thing he needs in his life is a woman, especially his dead wife's best friend, the sweet-as-pie Maisie Carter. But she's always brought out his protective instincts, and he can hardly say 'no' when she asks for his help… As the two embark on the festival tour, beer filled days turn into lust filled nights, and neither Maisie nor Hayes can deny their growing attraction. But Hayes knows love leads to heartbreak.... Can Maisie show him that their love is worth the risk?
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“That was stupid,” Maisie said, dabbing the small cut under Hayes’s right eye. He sat on the end of one of the double beds in the Durango Lodge, the budget-friendly motel with mountain views. Silence was a hard find. The water gurgled within the pipes and half-heard conversations spilled in from people passing by the door. But the place was clean, and the television worked.
Another dab of the cloth had Hayes fighting a flinch. That small cut was the only evidence of the fight that hadn’t lasted long. Nor was it a fair fight, and Hayes knew that when he charged forward. Being a trained cop, in both self-defense and some martial arts, he allowed himself one punch to the bastard who’d put his hands on Maisie. The others in the group he’d taken down easily since they all were drunk. Security had swarmed in quickly, kicking everyone out, including him and Maisie. His only regret: he hoped Clara didn’t get wind of it. But protecting Maisie, defending her, he didn’t regret that.
Maisie removed the cloth and said firmly to him, “For future reference, I really don’t need you guarding me and going all Captain America on assholes.”
He chuckled. “Captain America?”
Using the soft washcloth, she dabbed again and gave him that cute smile back. “You flattened their asses like some Marvel character. Seriously, where did you learn how to fight like that?”
She thought he kicked ass. Fine by him. But… “One, none of them knew how to fight. Two, they were all drunk. Three, they’re cowards. It was hardly a fight.” He pointed to his cheek. “That was a sucker punch.”
She made a noise in the back of her throat and continued to dab the wound.
Hayes liked this. Her attention. It had been so long since a woman had taken care of him. He’d forgotten how nice the sweet touch of a woman felt. To not have to exist alone. To have someone else to depend on. Yeah, he liked that.
“I’ve got no doubt you can handle yourself,” he explained, “but that doesn’t mean that when some dickhead puts his hands on you and you flinch in pain, I won’t fix it.”
Her smile stopped Hayes’s world from turning. The softness of it, the affection, all the things he couldn’t even name. For months now, he’d been fighting his desire for her. Right here, right now, he wondered what she’d do if he didn’t.
Would she run?
Would she kiss him back?
“Well, thank you for looking out of for me,” she eventually said, pulling the cloth away. His hand gripped her wrist before his brain caught up to him. The moment his fingers tightened around her warm skin, her cheeks flushed deep, and she visibly swallowed before continuing, “Thank you for being here. For helping me with the festivals.”
And there, in the depths of her eyes, he found his answer. She’d kiss him back; he was sure of it. “You don’t have to thank me, Maisie. I want to be here.” He slowly dragged his fingers along her wrist, assessing, but not before feeling the hammering of her pulse beneath his fingers. Heat flooded his groin. “Besides,” he said, hearing the need in his own voice, “it felt good to unleash some tension on someone who actually deserved it.”
Her hooded eyes lifted to his. “You, tense? Never.”
He scanned over her pouty lips before lifting his eyes to hers. “Hilarious.”
She gave him that cute smile before setting the washcloth on the dresser and grabbing the ointment from the first aid kit she kept in the trailer. She dabbed the ointment onto the wound. He wanted to do the right thing, to say the right thing every step of the way with her, but his gaze fell to her parted lips and he hungered to feel that pouty mouth against his. For a few seconds, there weren’t muffled voices through the door, there was only them and the sweet way Maisie tilted his head up. “There.” She examined the wound then smiled at him. “All better.”
He wasn’t sure if it was the heat pulsating between them, or the realization he made tonight, but he didn’t want to stop where things were going with them. He didn’t want her looking for another guy. He wanted her looking at him. Only him. He reached for her hand and felt her go still as he threaded his fingers with hers, pulled in by something he could no longer control. “You take such good care of me, Maisie.” He glanced up into her eyes, finding them soft and warm. “I’ve never thanked you for that. Told you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me.”
Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. “You don’t need to thank me.”
“No?” He stroked his thumb over the back of her hand, heat flooding him at the way her lips fell open, begging for his kiss. “You never expect anything back, do you? No matter how much of yourself you give.”
Her parted lips shut and opened again with her shudder as he kept stroking his thumb across her skin. Under her fierce stare, he allowed the desire he felt for her to flood him, to finally show her right where his head was at. “I didn’t like seeing that guy put his hands on you. I wanted to hurt him.”
Her gaze held his intimately. “I’d say you achieved that.”
He looked down at their held hands, watched his thumb slide back and forth over her creamy skin. “I don’t think I’d like to see any man put his hands on you.”
“Okay…” she said softly, obviously trying to understand where he was going with this. He closed his fingers in hers and looked up. “We never asked for this, you and me. Never expected any of this.”
“No, we didn’t,” she agreed softly.
Wanting her to feel something good in a world that had made them both feel pain, he cupped her face. She leaned into his touch, her hair falling on the side of her face, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. “I’m tired of not acting on the way you look me.”
“How do I look at you?” she rasped.
“Like you want me to kiss you.”
Her breath hitched, the only response he needed.
He wasn’t wondering if this was a mistake, he was only thinking that he couldn’t run from this anymore. Tonight, he’d seen enough. He didn’t want another man anywhere near her. That was the one truth in front of him. He couldn’t look away anymore. “I’m tired of fighting this, and I suspect you are too.”
She didn’t ask what he meant; she simply licked her lips, readying them for him.
He stroked her soft skin. “Fighting what’s been brewing here for months.” He caught the heated surprise in her eyes, but every guard was down. They weren’t just friends, but something more. Something that was hungry and urgent, that demanded to be fed. He fought back a moan, his cock hardening to steel as he slid a hand across her hip, pulling her in between his legs, needing her closer. “Only question is whether it’s time to act on it or not.”
He expected a response. But the one she gave surprised him. She cupped his face and brought her lips to his.
About Stacey Kennedy:
Stacey Kennedy is a USA Today bestselling author who writes contemporary romances full of heat, heart, and happily ever afters. With over 50 titles published, her books have hit Amazon, B&N, and Apple Books bestseller lists. Stacey lives with her husband and two children in southwestern Ontario—in a city that’s just as charming as any of the small towns she creates. Most days, you’ll find her enjoying the outdoors with her family or venturing into the forest with her horse, Priya. Stacey’s just as happy curled up indoors, where she writes surrounded by her lazy dogs. She believes that sexy books about hot cowboys or alpha heroes can fix any bad day. But wine and chocolate help too. Stacey absolutely loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at stacey@staceykennedy.com.
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Enter Stacey’s Giveaway:∞∞ Blog Tour ∞∞ The Hottie In Finance by TK Cherry Blurb - Doesn’t everyone like chocolate? Greer “Foxy Brown” Rice used to have all the confidence in the world. Then, she met Dustin “The Beefcake” Collier. One glance, and the career-focused businesswoman is stumbling over her words like a love-sick teen. What Greer thought was a one-sided crush took a thrilling turn when Dustin sent her a friend request on social media. Unfortunately, the more she saw of his life online, the more she doubted the attraction would ever be mutual. She was the wrong height. Wrong build. And wrong complexion. Little does Foxy know, Beefcake has a taste for chocolate and he’s craving her. Can colleagues from two different backgrounds find a way to release their inhibitions? Or will the struggle between work and family squash their shot at love? Buy Links - Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3eNoZBz Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3eIl3ll Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2MpwnqG Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2U5xGPw Where to find TK - Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/tkcherryfiction/ Reader Group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/tkcherryville/ Instagram -https://www.instagram.com/tkcherryfiction/ Twitter - @TKCherryFiction Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/TK-Cherry/e/B07NSVDBFX Website -https://tkcherry.com #TKCherry #thehottieinfinancebook #yourstrulybookservices #Promotion #writercommunity #readercommunity #blogtour #KU #OneClick #MustRead Out of My League
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Staring at his face, I noticed a faint, silvery scar underneath his right eye, as small as my thumbnail. I reached out with my free hand, tracing my fingertip along his skin. A featherlight touch, barely there. “What happened here?” His gaze never left mine. “Baseball cleat. Fourth grade. One of my teammates threw it at me.” “Some little league kid threw their shoe at you? Why?” “I told him that he couldn’t bat very well.” Walsh shrugged. “He couldn’t take the truth.” I snorted. “You were that kid? The dream crusher?” “Well, someone had to be.” His small smile was unapologetic. “Ask me who the kid was.” I looked at him for a moment before tipping my head. “No way. Scott?” “Who else would be that aggressive as a fourth-grader?” Dina pulled at my arm as I laughed, shaking my head at the thought of miniature Scott throwing a shoe at small Walsh. I stepped out from the tangle of leashes at our feet, glancing down. “Oh, your poor rich-boy shoes.” “What?” Walsh looked at his feet. “Oh.” Brown smeared the side of his expensive-looking shoe, probably coating along the bottom. “With dogs around, you should probably watch where you’re walking.” Walsh let go of my hand to switch the leash and proceeded to try and smear the offensive substance onto the grass. “Now you tell me.” “Should we clean the poop off your shoe together? Is that romantic?” His response was dry. “Ha-ha.” “What? Shouldn’t we get a photo and caption it, ‘This might’ve been an accident, but falling in love wasn’t’?” “Watch it, or I’ll wipe it on your ankle.” I jerked back just in case he tried it, nearly tripping over Dina’s wealth of leash.
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