Title: Compelling Urges
Author: Ariella Talix
Genre: MMF Romance
Release Date: September 1, 2021
Successful business owner Ivy Chambers has no reason to doubt her love for her brilliant financier boyfriend Bodhi Monaghan—right up until the moment he disappears into the night. Crushed and abandoned, she falls into the arms of Bodhi’s handsome best friend and surfing buddy Cooper Houston—who is more than happy to keep her warm at night.
A year later, Bodhi returns unexpectedly. He’s shocked to find Ivy and Cooper engaged, and he can’t handle it.
Will Bodhi, Cooper, or Ivy come out on top (or middle...or bottom)?
How far will they be compelled by their urges?
If you’ve read Ariella Talix’s #1 bestselling book Just Curious, you’ll be happy to hear a bit more about Willa, Jackson, and Casey again in this book, but reading their story first isn’t crucial for your enjoyment of this one.
Suitable for adult readers only. (Psst! There’s a lot of sex and some naughty language).
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MN Book Girl - “I love a good MMF book and this one fits the bill!”
Ariella Talix is the nom de plume of a bestselling author who lives in America's Heartland.
Her goal is to preserve the dignity of family members who would rather not be associated publicly with a woman who writes such scandalous and stimulating novels. She's not going to stop writing them, though.
She loves her family, pets, great books, not-so-great books that still entertain, and art.
Born and raised near the beaches of southern California, Ariella Talix traveled the world extensively and then found her true home in the Midwest. She has a second-degree black belt in Karate and has been a professional artist for many years. Her work is displayed in countries all over the world.
A sudden brainstorm prompted the first of her novels, Make Believe, and since then the ideas just keep tumbling out like an avalanche.
Author: Jacob Chance
Genre: Contemporary RomCom
Release Date: August 27, 2021
Cover Design: Emily Wittig Designs
When my engagement comes to an unexpected end one week before my wedding day, my best friend convinces me to go on the honeymoon alone.
Ten days in a remote, tropical location sounds like the perfect medicine for a broken heart.
Sunshine, relaxation, and mixed drinks are all that’s on the agenda, until I bump into Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous. And my agenda flies out the window.
Killing has always been easy for me, until recently. But killing people for a living isn’t a job you can just walk away from.
Agreeing to take on one more assignment, I travel halfway around the world, and that’s where I meet Sadie. She’s the hitch in my plans I never saw coming.
What began as a quick fling in paradise has turned into more, but a mountain of secrets lies between us.
With danger lurking around every corner, and people dropping like flies, how do I keep us safe long enough to solve the mystery of who’s racking up the body count and why?
Jacob Chance is a New Englander. Born and raised in Massachusetts, he still lives there today.
He is a USA Today bestselling author of twenty-seven novels, writing romantic suspense, romantic comedies, and sports romance. He is also half of the male-female writing duo, Remy Blake, who write short, steamy stories with insta love/lust and a side of taboo.
Jacob is a huge football fan, especially of the New England Patriots. He is also a martial artist and self-proclaimed practical joker.
When not writing or working his day job, Jacob enjoys reading, hanging out at the beach, and eating as much bacon as he can.
Title: Fearless Rebel
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 29, 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.
Ed Mescal had been all those things.
None of them fit.
That one did.
To the people who loved him, he’d been a brother. A grandson. A friend.
To Piper Warren, he thought, he’d been much more.
But lies that get buried are old and ugly once they're unearthed, something Ed's enemies are about to discover.
Now he's back, freed from the past and ready to reclaim the life and love stolen from him.
If he can prove that even a rebel deserves a second chance.
Careful research into the Native American culture and the powwow circuit was conducted prior to the writing of this novel.
Please forgive any discrepancies that may be present. They come from my own mistakes and not from the kind educators, friends, and content editors who helped me.
Fearless Rebel is an enemies to lovers/second chance romance inspired by Cocky Bastard.
Eden Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate.
This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. When she's not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden reads, cooks, and spends too much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
Please send help.
COCKY HERO CLUB
Title: Imposing Saint
Series: All Saints Security
Author: Jess Bryant
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 26, 2021
Aaron Laughlin is young, rich, and a star among the Nashville political elite. That’s why nobody is more surprised than him when he ends up abandoned at the altar. But here he is, dumped on the most important day of his life, embarrassed in front of his entire city, and left with a bruised ego in place of a broken heart.
Needing time away to regroup after the fiasco that could very well derail his career, he decides to head to the mountains and enjoy his honeymoon on his own. Only, he isn’t alone. His imposing new bodyguard refuses to let Aaron out of his sight, or his reach, and the way his dark eyes follow Aaron’s every move gets under his skin in a way he can’t shake, and isn’t sure he wants to.
Isaac Chinn is practical, professional and takes pride in being good at his job. He’s never even considered breaching the client/bodyguard boundary, which is why being stuck on the side of a mountain with the gorgeous jilted groom that isn’t quite as straight as he’d like people to think, is such an imposition. The mayor might annoy and intrigue him in equal measure but Isaac knows better than to cross the line.
Only, the heat that flares between them refuses to be ignored. They’re like gasoline and a match, destined to consume each other if they get too close. But when faced with the cold of loneliness, is it worth the risk to feel the heat of passion, even if it might destroy them both?
Jess Bryant is an avid indoorswoman. A city girl trapped in a country girl's life, her heart resides in Dallas but her soul and roots are in small town Oklahoma. She enjoys manicures, the color pink, and her completely impractical for country life stilettos. She believes that hair color is a legitimate form of therapy, as is reading and writing romance. She started writing as a little girl but her life changed forever when she stole a book from her aunt's Harlequin collection and she's been creating love stories with happily ever afters ever since.
Jess holds a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma and is a lifetime supporter of her school and athletic teams. And why not? They have a ton of National Championships! She may be a girlie girl but she knows her sports stats and isn't afraid to tell you that your school isn't as cool as hers... or that your sports romance got it all wrong.
For more information on Jess and upcoming releases, contact her at JessBryantBooks@gmail.com or follow her on her many social media accounts for news and shenanigans.
“What’s with the name?”
There’s a weighted pause. “It’s just a name.”
“Is it your real name? Or your pen name?”
“It’s my real name.”
“There’s more to this story.”
“What does it matter? I’m trapped by a man you won’t even tell me about.” Her frustration zips through the air like electricity, lighting me up from the inside out. I don’t want to be too weak for this, too weak to protect her, but it was not a goddamn game—not really.
“I’ll tell you how I ended up in here. You tell me about your name. Fair?”
A pause. “Fair.”
I lean my head back until it hits a shallow puddle. Christ. “It’s my job to stop this operation. It’s also my job to steal from it. So I did my job.”
“What kind of boss asks you to do that?”
The US government. “Not a very ethical one. So the other guys jump me. Five on one makes for some ugly bruises. I ended up in here, and shortly after that, you came in.”
That isn’t quite the whole story. Adam left me here with those bastards. One of them in particular, Peter, has a really nasty streak. I have the cigar burns and whip marks to prove it. Between the beatings, the torture, and the starvation, I’m weak as a kitten.
The truly interesting part, though, is that Adam was only gone for a full day. Around twenty-four hours. Barely enough time to fly to the States and then back. He probably didn’t even leave the airport there. Why? He’s so mercurial that it could be anything. Maybe he fancied a fuck with a flight attendant. Or maybe he had a hankering for plane food. Either way, he came back with this woman. Holland, she said her name was. Holland Frank.
“Fine,” she says on a long sigh. “Holland is my real name, but I only use it for legal documents. And for my books. It’s an awkward name that everyone asks me about.”
“Your parents like tulips?”
“Or was it some kind of commentary about tilting at windmills.”
“I think then my name would have been Spain.”
“And why Holland? I think Netherlands has more of a ring to it.”
“Are you done yet?”
“This is my only entertainment. I could literally go all night.”
“Since you insist on knowing, and you did hold up your end up the bargain, I’ll tell you. My parents named me Holland because that’s where I was conceived.”
“And your sister?”
“Wow. That’s kind of sweet. Until you think about it.”
“Exactly. It is kind of sweet until you realize it’s about where your parents had sex.”
“And then you just walk around, like a sex souvenir.”
“Aren’t all kids sex souvenirs really?”
“Yeah, but they aren’t all labeled with the city’s name.”
“So that’s why I go by Holly.”
“And your pen name?”
“They wanted me to use a male pen name. Or something ambiguous like H.D. Frank. Male pen names tend to sell better, for the same exact book.”
“So you went with Holland.”
“It’s not really a girl’s name. Imagine if I’d been conceived in Antarctica.”
“They wouldn’t have done that to you. Would they?”
“They love me, but they are really into the meaning of things.”
“I’m sure they would be fair game.” She doesn’t sound mad about it, though. She sounds wistful, as if she loves her family. As if she misses them. That’s one upside to having a bastard of a father. I could be tortured for years and never miss him for a second.
“My father was a cruel bastard, and even he wouldn’t name me Madagascar.” Not that he’d actually been to Madagascar or anywhere interesting. He would have had to call me Podunk, along with both my brothers, because that’s where we were conceived.
Her attention turns softer, more interested. “He was cruel?”
“There were three of us. Three brothers. I was the youngest, which means I was the one left behind when they enlisted.” Memories are black as night. “To say he was cruel is to call this cell cold. It can’t come close to describing the bone-deep chill.”
“I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I can’t imagine.”
“That’s a good thing. No one should know what it’s like.”
“I love my sister. We fought like crazy and then we would hug and go to sleep in the same bed, even when we were ten years old we slept on the same twin bed. No matter what my parents did they couldn’t get us to sleep in separate rooms. Until she discovered boys.”
“Your parents,” I ask gingerly. “Are they alive?”
“Oh yes.” Her voice turns soft. “Very much alive and well. After travelling the world, they settled in northern New York. Every other weekend they drive to Niagara Falls.”
“Do they know where you are?” It’s both a good and bad thing if they do.
“No,” she says. “My sister and I have a long-standing pact, going all the way from when we were little. We don’t tattle on the other one. We don’t get each other in trouble. We don’t make our parents worry if we don’t have to. For example, London never told them she found me with a boy outside the cathedral in Reims.”
I have this sudden memory, this recollection of tasting her.
You don’t know the way I have sex. It’s rough, Holly. It’s… disrespectful. Cruel. You deserve better than that, especially for your first time.
I’m embarrassed that I told her that. She was so innocent. Too innocent for me to even touch. What the fuck had I been thinking? I hope she found some kind, gentle person to take her virginity. Someone who would whisper sweet words and hold her afterward.
“He was cruel,” I say, though that’s an understatement.
It’s hard to explain for someone with loving, if quirky, parents. They can never fully understand what it’s like to know fear before you know love.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “Is that why you killed him?”
I was beaten and burned and battered to within an inch of death, but it didn’t hurt as much as the memory. Searing pain through my body that no amount of fighting or fucking ever really remove. I keep thinking that one more job will make me forget, but it won’t.
Soft hands move gently over my arm, my side, noting when I stiffen. She curls herself into the side of my chest like a cat seeking warmth. Or offering warmth. Her head rests on my shoulder. With shock I realize this is how it would have been—if I had fucked her eight years ago, if I had held her afterwards. This many years later, we’re having that moment of intimacy I’d been too afraid to take. And why? Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed her away. What would have happened if I’d told her everything about the Louvre and the diamond?
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To maintain her cover and keep her family off her back, they fake a relationship.
Having spent her whole life trying to prove she’s just as capable as her three older brothers, art retrieval expert Ivy Danger has landed the biggest gig of her career, one that will pay off the mortgage of the animal shelter she owns. That is, if she doesn’t die before finishing the job. Even if she locates the stolen art, the violent gang of thieves won’t give up their million-dollar payday without a fight. She has one person she can turn to for help—Nash Harris. Security expert, her brother’s best friend…and the gorgeous man of her fantasies who treats her like a kid sister. Not that she’d do anything about her attraction anyway—not when it would screw up her family dynamic if things went sideways between them.
Now it’s impossible to tell what’s real and what’s not.
Despite having known Ivy forever, “brotherly” is the last thing Nash feels for the sexy troublemaker. She’s it for him. The One. He’s known it for a while…but convincing Ivy is another matter. When they have to fake a relationship for her current job, things shift between them. They’ve worked together before, but she’s in over her head with this latest job. But before anything can come of it, he’ll have to keep her alive when she’s targeted by a dangerous group known for violent retaliation. Nash will do whatever it takes to keep her safe, to prove she can trust him—on the job, with her life, and with her heart.
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Using the back stairs, she headed toward one of the rear doors and made her way out into the sunlight. She had a couple more stops to make but… She pulled her phone out as she headed toward the nearby sidewalk.
There was one person she wanted to call even though she knew she shouldn’t.
One of her brother’s best friends, the man who starred in all of her fantasies, and hell, was one of her best friends, if she was being honest. She might not be telling her family that she was in town, but she would tell him. It would feel wrong not to. And if she was being honest, she wanted to see him. Craved it, even.
Not that she didn’t have the sharp planes of his face memorized or dream about how kissable his lips looked—or fantasize about running her fingers through his dark brown hair. The man always kept it so short and it looked so damn soft. Aaaand she was getting off track.
Maybe she’d just have one dinner with him. Get a glimpse of his fine ass and get her fix until the next time they got to meet up. It wasn’t enough but it would have to do for now.
About the Author
Katie Reus is the New York Times, USA Today, and IndieReader bestselling author of the Red Stone Security series, the Moon Shifter series and the Deadly Ops series. She fell in love with romance at a young age thanks to books she pilfered from her mom’s stash. Years later she loves reading romance almost as much as she loves writing it.
However, she didn’t always know she wanted to be a writer. After changing majors many times, she finally graduated summa cum laude with a degree in psychology. Not long after that she discovered a new love. Writing. She now spends her days writing dark paranormal romance and sexy romantic suspense. Her book Avenger’s Heat recently won the Georgia RWA Maggie Award for Excellence in the fantasy/paranormal category.
Title: The Aristocrat
Author: Penelope Ward
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2021
From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
The one that got away. Every girl has one, right?
Mine was a charming, British aristocrat who turned my world upside down one summer.
From the moment I first spotted Leo in the distance through my binoculars, Iâd been captivated. I certainly never expected to find a man showering outside of the property across the bay in his birthday suit.
Then I noticed his housemate staring back at me with binoculars of his ownâwatching me watching Leo.
That made for an interesting conversation starter when I inevitably ran into them.
Turned out, the handsome Brits were only renting that house for the summer in my seaside town.
Leo and I formed an instant connection, even though we were technically opposites by all appearances. I taught him how to dig for clams, and he taught me that not all wealthy and powerful guys are pretentious.
Despite knowing he was totally wrong for me, I couldnât seem to stay away.
It was a wild and crazy few months. And before I knew it, weâd fallen in love.
We both had one wish: more time together.
But Leo had obligations back home. He lived a life Iâd never fit into. And I was going to law school. So, we decided to end it and never look back.
A part of me always felt like Iâd let my soulmate walk away.
I believed our story was over.
Until five years later when he sent me a letter that shook me to my core.
Iâd thought my world was turned upside down that first summer?
Well, I knew nothing yet.
Hell was the moment I stepped into the grocery store a few days later and nearly knocked right into him.
âItâs you.â He held up a long, phallic-looking baguette and shook it. âRemind you of something?â
My face felt hot. âVery funny.â
âI havenât seen much of you outside over the last couple of days. Did we scare you?â
This was not Shower Guy, but rather the one whoâd caught me peeping. He had a strong British accent and was extremely tall, with dark hair.
âIâve just been taking a break from the backyard.â
âToo hot outside for you, eh?â
âLook, I didnât intend to see what I saw. Iâve been intoâ¦birdwatching this summer. Then one day you two moved in, and Iââ
âWhoa, whoa, whoa...â The other guy had appeared next to his housemate. âIâm sorry for anything he might have said to you just now. Rest assured, itâs all shite. Heâs just playing around.â He, too, had a strong British accent. âI donât believe weâve properly met.â
âAlthough, youâve improperly met...â his friend chided.
âPut a sock in it, Sigmund.â
Okay, so the asshole is Sigâor Sigmund. The previously naked one must be Leo, then. They were both tall and good-looking, but Leo, with his chiseled features, lustrous hair, and striking eyes was on another levelâa total Adonis, and intimidatingly gorgeous.
Sigmund shrugged. âSurely she knows Iâm just kidding.â
âBut you donât know when to stop. Thatâs always been your problem. Canât you see how red her face is getting? Youâre embarrassing her.â
Uhâ¦how red is my face getting? This was mortifying. I couldnât control that about myself. After all, I was a redhead with fair skin covered in freckles. Whenever I got embarrassed, I basically turned red from head to toe.
Leoâs tone softened. âI apologize for his rude behavior.â He held out his hand. âIâm Leo Covington.â
I took it, enjoying the warmth of his skin. âFelicity Dunleavy.â
The other guy offered his hand. âSigmund Benedictus. But please call me Sig.â
Been a dick-tus.
He sure had.
âGood to meet you,â I said.
âAnd you, as well, Freckles.â
Freckles? He couldnât have come up with a more original nickname? I was self-conscious about my freckles, and typically wanted to murder anyone who dubbed me Freckles.
âDo you mind not calling me that?â
âDo you prefer a different nickname?â Sig asked. âPeeping Tom, perhaps?â
Leo gritted his teeth. âEnough. Seriously.â
âAll right. Iâll behave. Going in search of tapenade for this bread.â He winked. âBe back.â
Relief washed over me as he walked away.
âIâm...really sorry about him,â Leo said.
âWell, given how you came to know of me, the ridicule is warranted. I shouldnât have been spying.â
âI donât reckon you anticipated seeing me in my birthday suit. That was the first time Iâd ever done that. I assumed no one was in the vicinity, of course. For the record, I donât make a habit of showering for all the world to see. I never had an outdoor shower in England. So itâs a novelty.â
Leo was simply striking. His hair was light brown with golden undertones. He had beautiful bone structure and full lips that were difficult not to stare at. There wasnât one thing I would change about his face. His eyes were a deep blue. They reminded me of a piece of sea glass Iâd used to make a necklace once.
I cleared my throat. âWhat brings you to Narragansett?â
âIâm taking six months off from life. It seemed like a good location to get lost. We picked this place randomly on a map, actually. Sigmund and I have spent our time in a few different locales. First was California, then New York, and now Rhode Island.â
âAre you twoâ¦together?â
His brow lifted. âWhat do you mean by together? Weâre rooming together. But if you mean romantically together, then no. Exactly what did you assume?â
âI thought you might be gay.â
âIf I were gay, Iâd have far better taste in men than that wanker cousin of mine. What in Godâs name made you think we were gay?â
âI donât know. Two handsome men...living together in a big houseâ¦â
âSo, if Iâm a guy living with another man, Iâm automatically shagging him?â
âYouâre right. That was a hasty assumption.â
âThank you for the compliment, by the way.â
I just called him handsome, didnât I? Feeling suddenly hot, I looked toward the produce section. âWell, Iâd better be going...â
âBefore you do, I want to apologize for the flowers he sent your way the other night. I urged him not to. Not everyone appreciates that sense of humor.â
I shrugged. âIt was fine. And they were pretty. I was embarrassed, at first, but then I ended up laughing about the whole thing. Mrs. Angelini certainly got a kick out of it.â
His brow lifted. âMrs. Angelini?â
How do I explain who she is without unloading my history on this stranger? I kept it simple. âSheâs my roommate.â
âAh. Roommate. So she must be your lesbian lover, then.â He raised an eyebrow, and I had to smile. âAnyway, why do you call her Mrs. Angelini? She doesnât have a first name?â
âWell, sheâs seventy. Itâs more of a respect thing. Itâs what I started calling her some years back, and it stuck. Sheâs always asked me to call her by her first name, but I got used to calling her Mrs. Angelini.â
âI see.â His eyes seared into mine for a moment. âYour roommate is seventy. And how old are you, might I ask?â
âTwenty-four. What about you?â
âTwenty-eight,â he answered. His eyes lingered on mine for a bit. âListen, weâre going to be renting the house across from you for the entire summer. We know virtually nothing about Narragansett. Iâd love to pick your brain about places to go and things to do here. Maybe you wouldnât mind coming over for tea sometime this week?â
âTea? You really are British, arenât you?â
âGuilty as charged.â His white teeth gleamed.
Looking down at my feet, I said, âI donât know.â
âI promise not to take off my clothes...â He added a crooked smile.
I let out a much-needed laugh. âWell, since you put it that way.â
âTomorrow at two, then? Or whatever time works for you.â
A part of me wanted to refuse, but why? It wasnât like I had anything more exciting going on. I didnât quite understand whether he genuinely wanted my expertise on Narragansett, or if there was something more to the invitation, now that I knew he wasnât gay.
âSure. Two tomorrow works.â
âBrilliant. You know how to get to the house without having to swim across, I take it?â
âYes.â I smiled.
âVery well, then. And I promise, Sigmund will be on his best behavior.â
âI can handle it if heâs not.â
This seemingly rich traveler had no idea just how much I could handle. I might turn red when I was embarrassed, but Iâd grown a pretty-thick skin over the years.
Thatâs the way it is when you always had to fend for yourself.
Copyright Â© 2021 Penelope Ward
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
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Title: Back to Home
Series: Cameron Falls #3
Author: TC Matson
Genre: Contemporary Small Town Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2021
I don’t go looking for trouble. It finds me.
Eight years ago, I left Cameron Falls a screwup.
Now I’m back a changed man and determined to right all my wrongs.
What I don’t expect is running into a challenging blue-eyed, smart-mouthed beauty.
She hates me. I’m intrigued by her.
Could be the scars. Could be the fire.
Hell, could be that sexy scowl she always seems to carry.
Either way, I’m going to infiltrate her heart and chase away the demons lurking in the dark.
My life in Cameron Falls has been a quiet one.
I’ve stayed to myself and focused on taking over the bakery.
That’s until the infuriating man who burned down my grandfather’s barn comes swaggering back into town.
One run-in and he sets his sights on me with the drive to fix what he destroyed.
What I don’t expect is to fall victim to his charming ways and good looks.
He’s just supposed to fix the porch.
Instead, he’s lighting up a dark path.
Sleeping with the enemy wasn’t part of the deal.
Neither was falling for him.
“Dare I ask what you’re laughing at?”
“You do dare, but you won’t like it.” Twisting slightly in her seat, she beams at me. “You two are smoking hot together.”
My head snaps her way. “What?”
“Sizzling!” she shouts. “I could feel the chemistry washing all over me. Gah. It was so hot.”
“I swear I saw you only have one drink.”
“Just one and a taste of yours. You can deny it all you want, but you find him good looking. You have the hate hots.”
“Where the person you hate is so damn hot that hate fucking him isn’t off the table.”
“That’s it. You’re officially cut off after three sips from here on out.”
Her head falls back to the head rest as she laughs. “You’re telling me if he was naked in front of you that—”
“No. I wouldn’t,” I interrupt before she can get the crazy thought out of her mouth.
“Shit. I would and I don’t even hate him.” She sighs dreamily. “The military did that man some good.”
“I’m done talking about Cash,” I say.
“But not done dreaming about him,” she purrs and rolls her hips in the seat.
TC Matson loves to let her character’s voices be heard. With a head full of stories, she puts her keyboard through a beating daily. Matson sets her sights on writing stores relatable and real. And having an understanding that love isn’t always instant and full of flowers—her writing mirrors it. She isn’t afraid to push the envelope and touch bases of uncomfortable situation.
She’s a romance junkie at heart and an avid reader. Add those two together and she will devour books within hours, getting lost in the world the author creates.
Matson resides in the peaceful Piedmont area of NC with her husband and two boys, where staying hopped up on caffeine is the key to her sanity. Chaos is indefinite and a sense of humor is an absolute must.
Release Date: August 27
One of Nashvilleâs fastest rising stars, Kyle Keenan has it allâfame, fans, and a chance at fortune. But the dream heâs busted his tail for means nothing without the woman who holds his heart. With her sassy smile and pull-no-punches attitude, Abbey is his greatest loveâand his greatest regret. When heâs confronted in a live TV interview about alleged involvement with a country music starlet, Kyle blurts out heâs already engagedâ¦to Abbey.
Abbey Whittaker has come a long way from the starry-eyed six-year-old who made a marriage pact with her best friend. With a thriving business, a loving family, and a tight-knit group of friends, sheâs put away childish things. She long ago banished Kyle from her life, so the last thing she expects is him walking through her door or the blistering kiss that follows.
Kyle is desperate to convince Abbey that a fake engagement is the best way to get the media off her backâand his. And it just might give him a chance to fix what he destroyed. Even as these two frenemies remember all the reasons they wanted to be lovers, another blast from Kyleâs past returns, threatening to expose the secret heâs spent his entire career hiding.
When truths come to light, will love conquer all or will Kyle lose everything?
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Meet Kait Nolan
She believes in love, laughter, and that tacos are the world's most perfect food.
When she's not writing, reading, working the evil day job, or wrangling family (both the two-legged and the four-), you can find her obsessively watching The Great British Bake Off.
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