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Title: Teach Me Like That

Series: LMLT #2

Author: Marie James

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 27, 2016

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Thirty-three, single, and loving life.

Construction worker by day and playboy by night. Kegan Cole has what many men can only dream about. A great job, incredible family, and more women fawning over him than he can count. What more could he ask for?

Lexi Carter spends her days teaching at a private school. Struggling to rebuild her life after tragedy nearly destroyed her, she doesn’t have the time or energy to invest in any arrangement that could lead to heartbreak. That includes the enigmatic Kegan Cole whose arrogance and sex appeal arrive long before he enters a room.

It doesn’t matter how witty, charming, and incredibly sexy he is. She plays games all day with her students and has no room in her life for games when it comes to men, and Kegan Cole has ‘love them and leave them’ written all over his handsome bearded face.

When Lexi doesn’t fall at his feet like every other woman before her, Kegan is forced off-script to pursue her because not convincing her to give in isn’t an option.

How can a man who hates lies be compatible with a woman who has more secrets than she can count?

Can a man set in his playboy ways become the man Lexi needs? More importantly, does he even want to?

This is a full-length novel that has adult language and descriptive sex scenes. It is NOT a student/teacher book. Both main characters are consenting adults.

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Teach Me Like That Review:

45stars

Teach Me Like That is a story about a playboy that appears unable to be reformed and a teacher (Lexi) so closed tight that her walls have walls.  We met Kegan in Love Me Like That.  He is this man who doesn’t seem to be serious about anything, even women.  Life is like a game for him.  Than when crisis hits the family and he has to care for his nieces, Kegan is bowled over by the nieces sexy teacher.  Unfortunately, she won’t give him the time of day.  Not only that Kegan’s past comes back to play when he wants more than a one-time with Lexi.

I like how Lexi stood her ground with him.  She knew what she didn’t want and Kegan wasn’t going to get away with it.

There are also secrets that may hurt what these two may possibly have.  Will forgiveness be a word this dynamic duo learn to define?  Find out in Teach Me Like That.

I will say that I liked seeing the characters from the previous story.  It is a continuation of the life in the Cole family.  I also loved the little girls.  They just knew how to torture their Uncle Kegan.

We also see a story of second chances.  Both Kegan and Lexi have been burned in previous relationships, and Lexi has a past that haunts her.

I recommend this great novel for readers of romance, and those that like to see characters heal from loss and learn to love again.

Happy Reading!!!

 

Love Me Like That Review:

5stars

Love Me Like That is a story of finding a new way of life after loss of a loved one.  It is a story of a  beaten man ready to give up finding hope in a new love.

London and Kadin are stuck in a blizzard.  Both are attracted to each other but both are holding back.  London and Kadin are running from hurt.  Can they find a future together?

I liked how the author broached the subject of loss between these two.  We can see both are hurting.  Each for separate but in a way common reasons.  I rooted for the two to find happiness if Kadin could a handle on his fear to allow London to be near him.  He pushed and pushed and I wondered when it would be enough for her.  London was a character I loved.  As far as Kadin, I knew he was hurting but some of his actions were demeaning to London.

There are several twists in the story that will keep you in attention.  I was never once bored at all.  I also loved the Cole family, except for the uncle.  He is a tad bit too much too handle.

I recommend this series for readers that want stories that show romance at its best.  A love like these two could have was well worth the read.

Happy Reading!!!

 

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EXCERPT

 

I step into the school, head to the front office for my visitor’s pass, and pray the headmistress is gone or at least out of the office. Thankfully, the front office manager is the only one inside, and I’m on my way to the classroom a few minutes later.

 

Unfortunately, the classroom is empty, and I have no idea where to even look for the girls and their incredibly sexy teacher. I wander down the hall looking for someone to help me. My luck holds up when I peer in an open door and find the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen loading a shelf with colorful boxes of Kleenex.

 

“Finding Dory on a box of tissues is actually a thing?” I ask startling her.

 

Several boxes of tissues tumble to the ground, and I do the only chivalrous thing I can think of as she bends over to collect them. I grip a handful of her ass while she’s vulnerable. I expect her to slap my hand, punch me in the nuts… something. I did just walk and leave her yesterday after she came on my dick… twice. But, all I get from her is a shy smile.

 

“Amanda, one of the parents, brought those for her son. Apparently, rich kids are very particular about where their snot goes,” she explains.

 

“Ridiculous,” I mutter shaking my head.

 

She shrugs, placing the boxes back on the shelf.  “Not really. You have to keep in mind that these kids are still very young. They believe a Ninja Turtle Band-Aid will fix a severed finger. If Finding Dory tissues are what keeps them from wiping snot on their shirts, hey, I’m all for it.”

 

“Good point,” I concede stepping in closer to her. I pull the door to the small supply closet closed as I crowd her, forcing her back against the shelving.

 

“What are you doing?” she asks quietly glancing over my shoulder as if some random person is going to walk in on us during the five minutes we’re here alone.

 

I flex my hips against her stomach. Her eyes widening means she feels my thickening erection in my jeans.

 

“Absolutely not,” she chastises. “You’re out of your mind.”

 

“I’ll be quick,” I promise in her ear before licking down her neck.

 

She groans and shudders against me. Her hands roam up my back as I take a handful of her dark hair in my hands, using my grip to tug her head back.

 

She presses her palms to my chest and urges me away. “I can’t,” she says.

 

“You already have,” I remind her.

 

“Yesterday didn’t happen, Kegan,” she says with an eerie sense of calm to her voice.

 

“I beg to differ, Lexi. If I recall, both of your orgasms were very real. You can’t deny something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That’s just not fair.” I lean forward, resting her hands on my chest and nip at her earlobe.

 

“I’m not having sex in the supply closet of the school,” she hisses.

 

That’s what her mouth says, but it doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to the side so I can suck gently on the pulse point in her neck.

 

I remove one of her hands from my chest and guide it down my body until she’s gripping my cock. I roll my hips instinctively.

 

“We don’t have to fuck,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face.

 

She shakes her head at my brazenness, but the smile never leaves her lips.

 

“I’m not sucking you off in the supply closet either,” she counters.

 

“You owe me,” I say with seriousness.

 

She huffs indignantly. “Owe you? How did you come to that conclusion?”

 

“That little wink and then taking off this morning,” I explain. “You could’ve avoided this if you’d just talked to me this morning.”

 

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”

 

I nod.

 

She grips my cock harder and leans in closer. I nearly lose my shit when I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You want a blowjob,” she taunts.

 

“No teeth,” I add.

 

She takes a step back. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she’s not the type of woman that’s going to hit her knees in a supply closet at her job, when I feel her nimble fingers open the top button on my jeans.

 

She reaches inside the loosened fabric and wraps her hand around my straining erection.

 

“That’s all you want?” I follow her line of sight as she lowers her eyes to my dick.

 

“For now,” I breathe when her fingernail scrapes gently over the head.

 

“I bet. And what do I—”

 

The door opens before she can finish her thought.

 

Scrambling, she pulls her hands from me, but there’s no denying what we’re doing in here. Our profiles are facing the open door, and well, my dick is out.

 

“What in the world is going on in here?”

 

I turn my eyes to the intruder. The headmistress.

 

I tuck myself back into my jeans and zip up. I don’t rush because there’s really no point.

 

A sniffle comes from Lexi, and when I look over at her, I notice a tear roll down her face. My gut clenches. I put her in this situation, and there’s no clear way to make things better for her.

 

Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot.

 

“We have a clear no fraternization policy, Ms. Carter. Not to mention the fact that you’re also engaging in sexually deviant behaviors in the supply closet, during school hours.” The look she’s giving Lexi hints at more hatred than just getting caught with her hands on my cock, and for some reason, it rubs me the wrong way.

 

“Sexually deviant behavior? On school property?” I say turning my full attention to the spiked-heel bitch that’s berating Lexi.

 

“Yes,” Amelia spits. “This school has higher standards than teachers who are involved in such things.”

 

“Really?” I hiss at her doing my best to keep my voice down because we are in an elementary school. “Where were your complaints about school property and sexual deviance when I was fucking you in the ass on your desk a couple months back?”

 

Amelia’s indignant attitude falters, but it’s the gasp coming from my right that demands my attention.

 

My fucking mouth.

 

I watch as full realization dawns in Lexi’s reddened eyes. Her face switches back and forth, looking at me then Amelia.

 

The slap in the face that comes a second later is much less than I deserve. I close my eyes, unwilling to watch Lexi as she walks away.

 

“A little too much attitude for a fuck toy, don’t you think?”

 

My blood boils at Amelia’s words. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.”

 

She disregards my anger and sidles closer, attempting to run her long fingernail down my chest. I step out of her reach.

 

“Don’t be angry, Mr. Cole. I can satisfy you more than she ever could. Since when do you go after the homely kind?”

 

I dump every ounce of my gentleman nature at my feet and close the distance between us. Her seductive smirk tells me she’s not reading the situation right.

 

“Since fucking whores like you left me unsatisfied.”

 

I turn my back on her and reach for the door handle.

 

“She’ll lose her job for this,” she spits.

 

A single calming breath is all I allow before I turn back to her. “If she loses her job for touching my dick in a closet, imagine what will happen when they find out you got fucked in the ass while an apple paperweight was shoved in your dirty cunt.”

 

She finally takes a hint and backs away from me. My fists clench, but I know even as enraged as I am, I’d never hit a woman. I walk away from her as calmly as I can to get the girls and get the hell out of here

 

 

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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.

 

Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

 

 

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Title: Stadium of Lights
Author: Tia Lewis
Genre: Steamy Sports Romance
 Release Date: September 19, 2016

 

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He can’t help claiming her. But can he love her?

Max Anderson enjoys all the perks of being a star NFL quarterback―including the women. He has no intention of changing his carefree, hard-loving lifestyle … until a twist of fate reunites him with the girl he knew growing up.

Abby Morrison has worked hard to become a physical therapist. She knows she needs to keep things professional with Max — but the truth is, she’s always loved him. Back then, she hid it. Now, it’s not so easy.

As they rekindle their friendship, the heat between them is impossible to ignore. Soon it flares out of control, and the fallout threatens to ruin everything. Can they salvage a future together … or will the consequences wreck their lives?

 

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The time came around nine o’clock when we’d all stuffed ourselves. Abby stood up from the table, a little wobbly. I swooped in, waiting for her to decide it was time to go.“Come on. I’ll take you home,” I murmured, taking her by the elbow. She looked up at me.

“No,” she murmured.

“What?”

“No. I don’t want you to take me home. Now will you move?”

“Wait. Slow down.”

“I want somebody else, Max. Now move.”

“Who?”

“Anybody. It doesn’t matter. Just not you.” She shook me off—thank God we’d both been whispering, or practically, because it didn’t seem like anybody else noticed. I followed her out the door to the restaurant’s entrance.

“You can’t drive in this condition,” I warned her.

“Then I’ll get a cab. You can leave now.” She glared at me, her cheeks flushed.

“What?”

“You ruined it. You always ruin it.”

“How the hell did I ruin anything?”

She looked back into the restaurant, frowning. “I was having fun. People were talking to me, seeing me, liking me. And you had to take over like you always do.”

My car pulled up in front of us, and I took the keys from the valet. “Come on. I’ll drive you home, and we can talk about it on the way.” I practically threw her into the car before she could curse me out, then got in myself. Once I locked the doors from my side, she couldn’t open them.

“What the fuck Max!” She slapped the dashboard, then sank into her seat with a groan. “I was having fun. I was about to get laid, damn it!”

I bit my tongue until I calmed down. “By whom?”

“I don’t know! What did it matter? I was gonna get some for me, for once. And you won’t let me. I have to always be there for you, but you can never be there for me. You couldn’t just let me enjoy myself. No, you probably wanted to tell me all about your stupid fucking cheerleader girlfriend and ask me what you should do about her!” There was so much venom in her voice. She hated me.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the road. “What are you doing?” she asked. I unbuckled my belt without saying a word, then turned to her.

“You wanna know why I wanted to take you home?” I reached out, grabbing her by the shoulders. I pulled her to me before she could push me away and crushed my mouth against hers.

She only fought me for a split second before giving in. She sighed, relaxing, and I wrapped my arms around her. Her lips were so sweet, soft and yielding. When I slid my tongue between them, they opened to give me better access. I tasted the inside of her mouth, taking my time. This girl who had been my friend for so long, and she was right—I’d used her in a way. This girl who was always there for me without asking anything in return. This sexy, incredible girl.

The kiss deepened, with her tongue dancing alongside mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, almost growling. Sounding hungry, desperate. I ran one of my hands over her body, listening to the way the breath caught in her throat. She whined a little, pressing against me, and when I made contact with her tits she moaned into my mouth.

By the time the kiss ended, we were both breathless. Her eyes were wide, stunned.

“That’s why,” I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

 

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Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.

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Review & Promo: Crushed on Love by Melissa Foster Blog Tour

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The Bradens are a series of stand alone novels that may also be enjoyed as part of the larger series.

“You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that’s fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won’t want to stop reading. Every book’s a winner!” NYT Bestselling Author Brenda Novak

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In CRUSHING ON LOVE…

Steve Johnson is living his life’s passion watching over the Colorado Mountains as a ranger and wildlife consultant. But his peaceful life is upended when overzealous and insanely beautiful Shannon Braden flits back into his life after returning from a brief trip home to Maryland. He thought his attraction to her was under control—after all, she’s only in Colorado temporarily, and he doesn’t do casual affairs.

Shannon’s return to Colorado has as much to do with the game of cat and mouse she and Steve have been playing as it does the data she’s been hired to collect. But despite her efforts to explore the undeniable heat simmering between them, Steve’s intent on keeping his distance.

When a ranch abutting the national park goes up for sale, Steve will do whatever it takes to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. And when all his attempts fail, he’s left with no alternative but to follow Shannon’s guidance into the online world he abhors in order to raise the funds. The more time they spend together, the deeper their attraction becomes, and a game of cat and mouse turns into an unstoppable connection. But when Shannon’s assignment comes to an end, will it mean an end to them, too?

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Review:

45stars

Melissa Foster hits another grand slam when she wrote Shannon Braden and Steve Johnson’s story.  Crushing on Love is another swoon-worthy, passionate novel filled with love, family, and loyalty.  What more can you ask for in another bestseller?

Throughout the series we have come to know the Braden.  All of them loyal to each other and a fun warm-loving family.  Shannon loves being around her family, but she is enticed by a certain mountain man.  Can one man take the city out of a city girl?  It was a nail-biting experience to find the answer, and you never know what will happen until the very end.  Melissa keeps you entangled in the what is next so much that you are hooked on this fantastic novel.  Literally, I stayed up all night reading the story.  Mainly, because I wanted to see what was going to happen and also to see how Steve was going to get the girl.  Being tired was never so worth it.

Readers still get to see other characters from previous stories.  It is fun getting to see how much things have changed from one novel to the next.  There is fun always happening with barn dances, pie contests, raffles, and whatnot.  It was so easy to lose yourself in this lovable town.

Crushing on Love is a standalone, but I suggest you read all the books in the Braden family series.  They are all worth it.

Happy Reading!!!

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SHANNON WATCHED STEVE swing his ax. He was built like the very mountains he loved: strong and stable, with layers of hard-earned muscles born from honest, hard work. Pure perfection. And that hair? Lord. What would it be like to fist her hands in his hair and kiss him? To touch all those hard planes of muscle? To discover the man behind the walls? She told herself those were wants not needs, no matter how much they felt like it. The kind of unrelenting wants that bring a girl to reach beneath the sheets and satisfy her fantasies.

Down, girl.

Shannon had been surprised by how much she’d missed Steve when she’d gone home for her eldest brother Cole’s wedding. She and Steve hadn’t spent more than a few stolen moments together during the weeks she was here for her first assignment. Usually she’d catch him working on equipment, or in his yard, before she returned to her uncle’s ranch in the evenings. He’d captivated her with his passion for, and endless knowledge about, all things wilderness related. And he was different from most of the guys she knew. He wasn’t hung up on his looks or material things. He was real, with a strong set of values and priorities. Somehow, between their almost daily conversations and weeks of hoping she’d see him, she’d become completely and utterly taken with him.

When she’d been offered the assignment and the cabin, she’d accepted without hesitation. She’d missed Steve too much to deny the attraction, and she wanted to see if something might come of it.

Now that she was here, her body was thrumming at the mere sight of him. Given that she’d actually asked him about his sex life—and nearly died on the spot when the question slipped out—she desperately needed to rein herself in.

He wiped sweat from his brow, his tanned skin glistening in the morning sun. “Need anything from town?” he asked, setting another log on the stump.

She couldn’t pry her eyes from his rippling abs and his bulbous biceps flexing with every move. “Town?”

He cocked a smile and hoisted the ax again. “Town. You know, the place where people who like Pinterest live?”

She forced her eyes away, glancing at the trees swaying in the breeze, the rocks at her feet, anywhere but at him.

“I know what town is. I’m just surprised you’re going there.” Everyone knew Steve hated to leave his precious mountain.

“Gotta take care of some business.”

Going into town was a big deal. Unlike a quick trip to the store from her apartment in Peaceful Harbor, the drive into town took at least thirty to forty-five minutes, depending on which town he was going to. She’d realized last night she’d forgotten two very important supplies. Pop-Tarts and toilet paper. She could probably live with the single roll of toilet paper she had in the cabin for another few days if she needed to, but Pop-Tarts were pretty much a necessity. Besides, maybe she could convince Steve to help her scout gray-fox habitats at dusk. Perfect!

“Can I come with you?” she asked hopefully. “I need to pick up a few things.”

“I’ll get them for you. What do you need?”

She bit her lower lip, willing herself not to fib. But if she asked him to pick up what she really needed, he’d leave and she’d have to go searching for habitats by herself. Now that she’d thought about going later with her yummy mountain man, she’d already settled on it in her mind.

“It’s girl stuff. You won’t want to get it.” So much for not fibbing. “Can I please go with you?” She gave him her best pleading look. “I promise not to talk your ear off.” Fib, fib, fib! She had no control over what came out of her mouth, especially around him.

He muttered under his breath and set the ax against the stump. “I’m not making a hundred stops.”

She leapt with delight and ran over to hug him. Her heel slipped out of her boot and she stumbled into him in a half hug, half full-body-draped-over-Steve embrace. His skin was hot, his body was hard, and getting harder by the second. He smelled like man and musk, and…she was still plastered against him.

She cleared her throat and managed, “Thank you.” Using his chest for leverage—yum, yum—she found her footing and pressed her heel back into her boot. “One stop. That’s it. Promise.”

“You’re excited to get those supplies.” He picked up the logs he’d chopped and piled them on his forearm like they were toothpicks.

“I’m just excited to be back. Maybe at dusk you can help me map out the habitats? It’ll be fun to scope them out together.”

He gave her a curious look. “Haven’t heard anyone describe hanging out with me as fun in a long time.”

“Then you’re hanging out with losers, and I’m taking that as a yes.” She grabbed the coffee mugs, unable to stop smiling.

“I’m leaving in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll be back lickety-split.” With a bounce in her step, she headed toward her cabin and heard him mutter, “Lickety-split,” followed by a chuckle.

5+ STAR HIT REVIEW: Ruin by Clarissa Wild Release Blitz @givemebooksblog @WildClarissa

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Title: Ruin

Author: Clarissa Wild

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 20, 2016

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Maybell Fairweather was the girl of my dreams.

Always smiling brightly, she kept going, despite the names her classmates called her behind her back.

She was full of curiosity and independence, the extent of which I could only be jealous of. Even though she had all odds stacked against her, she knew what she wanted from life and pursued it, no matter the cost.

She was completely my opposite in every way.

Perfect, even though she couldn’t see it.

Perfect … until me.

Because this is the story of how I ruined her.

Based on a true story. Standalone Romance. No cliffhanger. 

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5plusstarsWOW!!!  I am reeling after reading ruin by Clarissa Wild.  The story is absolutely refreshing and inspiring.  Clarissa writes a beautiful story full of a different kind of passion.  Not the steamy hot kind, but a passion with two people that are worthy of life’s bounties.

In Ruin, we meet Maybell who is just a bit different from others.  People around her treat her horrific just because of her differences.  I really wanted to slap them and protect her myself.  Bullies are horrific and never necessary.  What they did to Maybell was so uncool.  Maybell reminded me a bit of of member of my family.  She is Maybell.  I didn’t understand her at times until after I read Ruin.  Now, I want to call her up and tell her everything can be okay.  I watched my family member go through the bullies and seeing her be so lonely.  Just like Maybell she is just as brave.  Ruin to me was therapeutic.  I needed this story to be of assistance to my family member.

Clarissa handles the subject matter of the story eloquently.  She brings so many emotions in the story that at times I had to remember to breathe.  I can see Ruin going to so many top seller lists.  It is that good.

Ruin is a top runner for Best Book of 2016.  I highly recommend it.

Happy Reading!!!

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EXCERPTS

 

Excerpt 1

 

“I needed that …” she murmurs, closing her eyes again.

“I know you did.” I smile cheekily.

She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Alex Wright … you seem to know everything.”

“No, I just know you,” I reply boldly.

“Really now?” She opens one eye.

“I know you better than you think,” I say.

Now, both her eyes are open but hidden underneath thick lashes and a curious frown. “Really? Then what am I thinking right now?” She smirks as her feet dangle below the bench, one swaying, the other unmoving, and there is only one thing I can think of.

A tiny leaf that’s fallen on top of her head makes my hand move closer to swipe it away, but I linger. My fingers gently trail along her soft dark blond hair, past her ears and down her cheeks, until they reach her chin. There, I subtly grasp her between my thumb and index finger and lean in, cocking my head. My eyes slowly close, the sound of her short breaths pulling me in.

Before I know it, my lips have locked with hers.

I don’t know why I’m kissing her.

Well, other than the fact that I’ve been madly in love with her all this time.

She was just perfect.

Perfect, just the way she is.

Her scrunched-up face and rosy lips … just had to be kissed.

So I did it.

I’m actually kissing Maybell Fairweather.

I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve only ever kissed one other girl, and that was in kindergarten. I have no fucking clue, but I hope I’m doing it right. She isn’t stopping me or pushing me away, so that’s a good thing. Right?

But damn, she tastes so sweet, and her lips are so soft.

No wonder everyone likes to do this so much.

It feels like it lasts forever.

After a while, she needs to take a breath, and our lips unlock. Her eyes wide and her lips parted, still swollen, heavy, much like mine, and all I can think of is kissing her again.

Is it so wrong to want the thing I shouldn’t have?

She tucks a strand of her wild hair behind her ear, her cheeks turning red as a strawberry, but I like the color. I can’t stop looking at her, but it’s growing awfully silent too. She’s still so close to me; I can feel her warm breath tingle on my skin.

“This?” I murmur, as an answer to her question.

She bites her lip to stop herself from smiling. “I …”

Her smile only makes me feel more bold, so I place my hand on her cheek and pull her even closer. “I just want to make you happy.”

I lean in again and press another soft kiss on her lips, the touch exhilarating me. Goose bumps scatter across my skin as I taste her on my lips. My blood rushes through my body to the only spot it can go to, the sudden burst of greed filling me. My pants tighten as my dick flinches from her lips alone.

God, I need to stop. This isn’t right.

With all the willpower I can muster, I unlatch my lips from hers, her taste still lingering on my tongue. I can smell her perfume too, the scent rubbed off on my cheeks and neck, and it’s making me giddy. Horny.

Fuck.

I clear my throat as we both turn red as a beet.

“Well …” I get up from the bench and turn away for a second to cool down my manly parts. I even think of the delusional grandpa she has for a neighbor just so I can rid myself of this hard-on. Anything to make it go away quicker.

When I’ve cooled down, I turn to her and smile. She’s still looking at me. Her lips still parted, her face still in shock mode. I can only hope my guess was right, but I won’t ask. I’ll let her decide.

So I hold out my hand and say, “Let’s go back inside.”

For a second, she just stares at me, then my hand, and then me again.

Her hand slowly reaches for mine.

Our fingers entangle.

The tip of her lips points upward.

That’s when I know.

 

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“You’re my hero. And I forgive you.”

“Don’t say that …” he whispers.

“I get it now. You don’t have to explain it. I’m not angry, and I’m not sad. I just want you.”

I look up at him with the biggest smile I can muster, and it seems to lighten his mood too.

There’s still a hint of something … a kind of darkness I can’t explain … but it’s okay for now. Some things are better left unsaid.

I turn around and take a step into the hallway, looking back to grab his hand and pull him along every step of the way. I slowly guide him to my living room and turn the lights off. His face glows in the dark as I lean in as close as I possibly can, wrapping my arms around his waist. My lips inch toward his and I softly press a kiss on the side of his lips, and then another one on the other edge.

His lips slowly find their way to mine until we’re locked in a heated kiss.

My head feels heavy with thirst. I crave him more than I’ve ever craved anything. It’s unfamiliar to me but feels natural too. Like we were destined to end up together like this … desperately kissing … greedily pulling each other closer.

My cheeks burn with the heat he exudes, and soon, his whole body radiates, and I can’t get enough. I need to get closer, have every inch of my body next to his.

So I bring his hands to my waist and curl them underneath my shirt, coaxing him to pull it up. He hesitates for a second, but with my smile and my lips on his, he has no reason to hold back anymore.

He pulls the shirt over my head and kisses my neck, not even caring to look at my breasts. I don’t feel insecure with him. All I can feel are the raging hormones, the need, the lust.

His lips make a trail from my neck down to my breasts, where he plants a kiss between them. Then he throws off his own shirt, not giving a shit where it lands. I sense a change in his demeanor, as he no longer feels like the uncertain boy but more like a guy with a hunger he needs to satiate.

His curls tickle my neck as he kisses my shoulder. “This is crazy,” he murmurs against my ears.

“I like crazy …” I whisper as he wraps his arms around me and lets his lips roam free across my body.

“But how far?” he asks.

I moan when he places a kiss right below my earlobe.

“Until the end. Don’t stop,” I say.

 

 

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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

 

 

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Review: All the Broken Pieces by Anna Paige Release Blitz @givemebooksblog @AnnaPaigeWrites

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Author: Anna Paige

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

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How far would you be willing to go for someone you love?

For Lauren Caldwell, the answer was: as far as necessary. She had done what she had to do to protect the one person who meant the most to her in the world—her uncle. She wasn’t proud of herself, but in the end, she had protected him just as he’d always protected her. A year later, a year of being ostracized in the small Virginia town she called home, she found herself helplessly watching her worst nightmare unfold.

She was alone.

Until a stranger became a friend who became the glue that might finally piece together the jagged fragments of her life, of her heart.

How far would you be willing to go for someone you love?

Brant Matthews never wanted to fall in love again; he had worked diligently to avoid emotional entanglements at all costs. He knew what it was to lose the one you loved, to fail them so irrevocably that the entire trajectory of your life shifted. But seeing the broken look in Lauren’s crystal-blue eyes, feeling that old pain flare anew and knowing from experience exactly how much she was hurting… he never stood a chance. She had him, whether she was ready to accept that or not.

And when her childhood tormentor set his sights on her once more, Brant knew exactly how far he would go to keep her safe.

He would die for her or kill for her.

There would be no middle ground.

 

 

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Review:

4stars

All the Broken Pieces is where we get to see Brant and Lauren’s story.  We saw a lot of Lauren in Broken Ground and a little bit of Brant through all the books, but now finally it is their turn.

Tragedy occurs and this pulls Brant and Lauren together.  An offer of friendship starts something endearing between the two.  Lauren’s past starts to come back and Brant just may be the one to save her, or can Lauren save herself?

All the Broken Pieces is not for the light hearted.  The subject of the story was difficult to hear but it was told in a very appropriate way.  What Lauren had to go through was heartbreaking, and the scars she carried made me want to give this fictional character a hug.

I loved this series for how each book touches on a subject matter that is important.  You really need to read the previous stories first before reading All the Broken Pieces.  All stories tie together to create a perfect ending to the series.

Another TBR addition for you.

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4stars

Broken Ground is a story with mayhem and mystery.  There are many ex’s and oh-oh-oh’s contained in the story.  Quite a few surprises as well.

Broken Ground takes two people who have bad history with past relationships.  In fact, some still haunt them to this day.  When two people come together that just have the perfect chemistry, both of their pasts may come back to be the end of them.

I liked the edginess of the story as well as the who-done-it part.  You never know what you are going to get from one page to another.

Broken Ground introduces all characters as well as leads into the next story.  Some of the characters are background characters waiting to come to light when their story gets told.

If you like mystery and passion, than you will definitely love Broken Ground.

 

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45stars

Flawlessly Broken is probably my favorite of the series.  It brings the reader a gambit of emotions.  Everything from loss, love, second chances, sacrifice, and hope.  It is a must read of 2016.

We met most of the characters from Broken Ground.  There is a new addition that comes into the story that will change how readers see Talia and Spencer.  Talia is tortured by her past.  A past with loss so deep that she doesn’t feel like she can ever fully recover.  She hides from parts of life not allowing herself to love fully.  Not allowing herself to receive life’s gifts.

I felt like I could relate to the scenario in the story.  After losing a lot the last year, I understood Talia.  In fact, a few times I chocked up from what happened to her.

The plot is well planned including a few twists that will keep you on your toes.  The addition of the character just adds depth to the story.  The story wouldn’t not have been as successful without the changes to the cast.

I highly recommend Flawlessly Broken.  You will want to make sure you read Broken Ground first.

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Review: Stadium of Lights by Tia Lewis Release Blitz @givemebooksblog @authortialewis

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He can’t help claiming her. But can he love her?

Max Anderson enjoys all the perks of being a star NFL quarterback―including the women. He has no intention of changing his carefree, hard-loving lifestyle … until a twist of fate reunites him with the girl he knew growing up.

Abby Morrison has worked hard to become a physical therapist. She knows she needs to keep things professional with Max — but the truth is, she’s always loved him. Back then, she hid it. Now, it’s not so easy.

As they rekindle their friendship, the heat between them is impossible to ignore. Soon it flares out of control, and the fallout threatens to ruin everything. Can they salvage a future together … or will the consequences wreck their lives? 

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Review:

4stars

If you haven’t read any of Tia’s books than you are missing out. Tia has a knack in her sports books of created well developed characters with twists in them that allow you to see them more fully as the story progresses. Stadium of Lights is no different. Max is this football enigma. Off the field though he is downright a playboy with not conscious. Football may be his game but cheerleaders off the field scream his name (if you know what I mean). Than comes Abby. I loved Abby. She is my favorite character out of the whole book. She pushes Max to be better. It is just in Max’s ballpark to see if he can become the man Abby knows inside he is.

The story doesn’t over emphasize sports for those worried about that issue. I am a sports fanatic so I enjoyed the amount of coverage the story carries. I mainly enjoy a story where the hero has a come to jesus realization.

I also very much enjoyed the alternating point-of-view. It was great to see Max’s thoughts as well as what Abby was experiencing on her end. It allowed the story line to be more deep and defined.

I must also admit that I really didn’t like the other football players in the story. I think that is why I had all my hopes that Max would be different from them. There are quite a few surprises in the arena.

I highly recommend you try this book as well as Draw Play. Both are fantastic reads by Tia Lewis

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EXCERPT

 

The time came around nine o’clock when we’d all stuffed ourselves. Abby stood up from the table, a little wobbly. I swooped in, waiting for her to decide it was time to go.

“Come on. I’ll take you home,” I murmured, taking her by the elbow. She looked up at me.

“No,” she murmured.

“What?”

“No. I don’t want you to take me home. Now will you move?”

“Wait. Slow down.”

“I want somebody else, Max. Now move.”

“Who?”

“Anybody. It doesn’t matter. Just not you.” She shook me off—thank God we’d both been whispering, or practically, because it didn’t seem like anybody else noticed. I followed her out the door to the restaurant’s entrance.

“You can’t drive in this condition,” I warned her.

“Then I’ll get a cab. You can leave now.” She glared at me, her cheeks flushed.

“What?”

“You ruined it. You always ruin it.”

“How the hell did I ruin anything?”

She looked back into the restaurant, frowning. “I was having fun. People were talking to me, seeing me, liking me. And you had to take over like you always do.”

My car pulled up in front of us, and I took the keys from the valet. “Come on. I’ll drive you home, and we can talk about it on the way.” I practically threw her into the car before she could curse me out, then got in myself. Once I locked the doors from my side, she couldn’t open them.

“What the fuck Max!” She slapped the dashboard, then sank into her seat with a groan. “I was having fun. I was about to get laid, damn it!”

I bit my tongue until I calmed down. “By whom?”

“I don’t know! What did it matter? I was gonna get some for me, for once. And you won’t let me. I have to always be there for you, but you can never be there for me. You couldn’t just let me enjoy myself. No, you probably wanted to tell me all about your stupid fucking cheerleader girlfriend and ask me what you should do about her!” There was so much venom in her voice. She hated me.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the road. “What are you doing?” she asked. I unbuckled my belt without saying a word, then turned to her.

“You wanna know why I wanted to take you home?” I reached out, grabbing her by the shoulders. I pulled her to me before she could push me away and crushed my mouth against hers.

She only fought me for a split second before giving in. She sighed, relaxing, and I wrapped my arms around her. Her lips were so sweet, soft and yielding. When I slid my tongue between them, they opened to give me better access. I tasted the inside of her mouth, taking my time. This girl who had been my friend for so long, and she was right—I’d used her in a way. This girl who was always there for me without asking anything in return. This sexy, incredible girl.

The kiss deepened, with her tongue dancing alongside mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, almost growling. Sounding hungry, desperate. I ran one of my hands over her body, listening to the way the breath caught in her throat. She whined a little, pressing against me, and when I made contact with her tits she moaned into my mouth.

By the time the kiss ended, we were both breathless. Her eyes were wide, stunned.

“That’s why,” I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

 

 

AUTHOR BIO

Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.

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The final book of the Splendor trilogy – the conclusion, but never the ending, to a love story for the ages

All of luxury hotel heir Ian Gregson’s dreams are finally coming true. Soon he will be able to claim the beautiful woman he longed for from afar for more than two years, and she will belong to him for all time.

But as their wedding day approaches, long hidden secrets from Tessa’s past will surface and stir up all of her old fears and doubts. And Ian will once again need to convince her that their love is more than strong enough to conquer all – a love that’s destined to last for all time.

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Janet is a lifelong resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, and currently resides on the northern California coast with her husband Steve and Golden Retriever Max. She worked for more than two decades in the financial services industry before turning her focus to producing running events. She is a former long-distance runner, current avid yoga practitioner, is addicted to Pinterest, likes to travel and read. She has been writing for more than three decades, with her first book in the Inevitable Series – Serendipity – published in December 2013.

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Review & Promo: The Truth She Knew by J.A. Owenby @JAOwenby @bookenthupromo

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“A bittersweet story of young love, independence, and soul-crushing manipulation. J.A. Owenby shines a light on the impact that mental illness can have on a family.” —Dr. Sheri Kaye Hoff, PhD, Professional Life Coach

Mama didn’t want me. In fact, she would’ve traded my soul back for someone different if God would’ve let her, but he didn’t, so she was stuck with me.

For eighteen-year-old Lacey, life at home is a rollercoaster. She doesn’t think she’ll ever be good enough to truly deserve Mama’s love.

But when Lacey enters college and meets Walker, everything starts to change. Suddenly, Lacey is face to face with the realization that maybe what she’s always seen as normal really isn’t. Her entire life—and everything she’s ever believed about herself and her family—is abruptly hanging in midair.

Lacey is left facing two paths, and she has to make a choice. The first means walking away from everything she’s ever known. The other means never really knowing the truth.

The Truth She Knew offers an honest and powerful glimpse into mental illness, the meaning of true love, and the psychological waltz that a daughter dances as she endures her mother’s unpredictable emotions, manipulation, and abuse.

Review:

35Stars

I must admit after reading The Truth She Knew I went and search for when the next book was coming out.  J.A. Owenby writes a tantalizing and extremely angst filled novel.  I am starved to read more of what will happen in the Lacey and Walker journey of a lifetime.  You combine two injured souls and you see a passion that can move mountains.  In The Truth She Knew, Lacey and Walker’s story has just begun.  No worries ladies and gents.  If you sign up for our awesome author’s newsletter you will receive a few treats in the future writing of the next book in the series.

J.A. Owenby writes a story about mental illness and the affect on the family.  I can tell you the story was intense in how it portrayed the mother and her mental illness.  Mental health issues affect people so differently and the story made me ponder to the days I answered crisis calls for a crisis line.    When I thought to the character afflicted with this horrific disease, I definitely realized the character’s symptoms were plausible.  I am curious to see if this character is going to have a chance to get help and redeem themselves.  I don’t hold much hope.  It takes a lot to admit your are ill and even more to get help.

You can also tell in the story that J.A. spent a lot of time developing the characters and researching their reactions and conversations regarding Lacey’s family member.  You have the enabler, the codependent, the peacemaker, and the one who loves the attention and drama.  Then you have the supportive friends that have your back.  The question is will they always be there for you?

I look forward to seeing how this story turns out.  J.A. has really caught my attention and has me extremely fascinated with her story line.

Happy Reading!!!

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J.A. Owenby lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and two cats.

She’s a published author of six short stories, and she is currently working on her second full-length novel. She also runs her own business as a professional resume writer and interview coach—she helps people find jobs they love.

J.A. is an avid reader of thrillers, romance, new adult, and young adult novels. She loves music, movies, and good wine. And call her crazy, but she loves the rainy Pacific Northwest; she gets her best story ideas while listening to the rain pattering against the windows in front of the fireplace.

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We followed her to the couch; Linda sat in the chair on the other side of the coffee table and folded her hands in her lap. Walker took my hand as an uneasy gnawing tugged at me. I had plenty of experience with sensing uncomfortable situations, and I didn’t like this one. I was confused as to why Linda was staring at me, too.

“It’s okay,” he whispered and rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand.

“I can tell by the surprise on your face that you’re confused about why Walker brought you here other than to say hello,” she said. “I’m a mental health therapist, Lacey.”

“What?” I jumped off the couch. “Walker? How could you? You brought me here to lock me up?” I tried to step around his feet to leave, but he was too fast. He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap.

“Lace, wait, it’s not you. Aunt Linda isn’t here to diagnose you or anything close to it—please give her a minute to explain . . . for me.”

“I’m sorry, Lacey,” Linda said, “I didn’t mean to scare you. You’re in no way being diagnosed with anything. It’s the opposite, actually. Walker told me a little bit about your mother.”

“Walker!” The humiliation crushed my chest. “How could you? I told you that in confidence. I trusted you.” I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. If I squeezed them hard enough maybe this would all disappear.

 

 

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  • Who has been your favorite character to write thus far?

I’m not sure I have a favorite, but the most complex and challenging character I’ve written so far is Mama. She first appeared in my short story “Tears in the Sun”, and after several people had nudged me to write a novel, I did. Writing about a character that is mentally ill was an emotional ride. I spoke with therapists and read several books concerning mental disorders. There were times I actually cried while writing a scene because imagining that people live through those situations is heartbreaking.

 

  • What was the hardest story for you to write and why?

I’ve had several short stories traditionally published, and now my first novel is here. However, the second book in this series has been the most difficult to write. It deals with abuse and how it’s a cycle that must be broken. For those affected, this means reaching out for and receiving help.

 

  • If you could no longer write, what would your profession/interest of choice be?

If I no longer wrote fiction, I would continue to operate my careers business. I work with people who are looking for their next job. I help them identify the value they bring to a prospective employer and create marketing documents including resumes, LinkedIn profiles, and cover letters. I also coach clients to be effective during the interview process.

 

  • Do you have any advice for authors?

Yes, work with a professional. You will learn to write well much quicker than attending workshops, reading books, and classes. I support and do all of those things, but when I had the opportunity to work with my editor who previously edited for Harper Collins and Routledge Publishing I saw my writing grow exponentially. In my opinion, you can’t beat one-on-one, hands-on training.

 

  • What are you currently working on?

The Truth She Knew is book one in the series. I’ve completed book two, which is currently with my editor for developmental editing. I’m now writing the opening of the third book.

 

 

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Harper Nugent might have a little extra junk in her trunk, but her stepbrother calling her out on it is the last straw… When rugby hottie, Dexter Blake, witnesses the insult, he surprises Harper by asking her out. In front of her dumbass brother. Score! Of course, she knows it’s not for reals, but Dex won’t take no for an answer.

Dexter Blake’s life revolves around rugby with one hard and fast rule: no women. Sure, his left hand is getting a workout, but he’s focused on his career for now. Then he overhears an asshat reporter belittle the curvy chick he’d been secretly ogling. What’s a guy to do but ask her out? It’s just a little revenge against a poser, and then he’ll get his head back in the game.

But the date is better than either expected. So is the next one. And the next. And the heat between them…sizzles their clothes right off.

Suddenly, this fake relationship is feeling all too real…

 

Review:

45stars

Amy Andrews has scored a great hit in her newest title, Playing it Cool.  A story that is full of sports, steamy scenes, and a rugby player that is drool worthy.  Since a lot of the book contains Australian terms, Amy includes the description of what the words mean in the back of the story.  An absolute must if you’re an american not wise in the ways of Australian rugby.

The character development was realistic for the hero, Dexter, and the heroine, Harper.  Harper is a women with killer curves that gets taunted by her step-brother and his mom.  She is what represents a lot of women out there.  She is very self-conscious about her body.  Amy writes Harper as a strong well developed female character.  Most of us can relate in some way or another to body issues.  Dexter.  He is written as this focused and driven man.  His concentration is on the game and not on relationships.  I wondered throughout the book if Harper would tempt the man away from his game.  That is going to be for you to find out.

I think the message in the book was my favorite part (in addition to the steamy scenes).  Well all have something we don’t like about ourselves.  Amy touches on this in a way that makes the story just much more entertaining while leaving a profound meaning.  I was so focused on what the ending would be that I stayed up until after two a.m. reading.

I highly recommend this newest title of Amy’s.  It is a great addition to your must-read list.

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Excerpt

Dexter Blake liked a woman with some junk in her trunk. And the tall, curvy chick on the sidelines was packing a whole lot of booty. She had one of those itty-bitty waists, too. And her cups floweth’d over.

Staring at her chest was practically a religious experience.

Unfortunately, she only had eyes for Chuck Nugent, the pretty boy sports reporter for Channel Five. He was currently doing his sycophantish spiel on the field, a cameraman following him around as he interviewed the players still milling around for their obligatory post-match interviews.

She was impatient for his attention, too, if her pacing was anything to go by.

Lucky bastard.

As far as Dex was concerned, she could keep pacing. Watching everything jiggle was the cherry on the top of his pie tonight. There was nothing better than winning a hard-fought game of rugby union. But watching a fine-looking woman strutting her stuff came a very close second.

“I’d say don’t look now, booty at six o’clock, but I can see you’re ahead of me.”

Dex smiled at Tanner Stone, the captain of the Sydney Smoke and his good mate, as he pulled up beside him then dropped at the waist to stretch out his hamstrings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hey, Dex,” Bodie Webb said as he pulled up on the other side. “Your kinda ass on the sideline.”

A low whistle came from behind them. “I hope you’re planning on hitting that, Dex,” Lincoln Quinn murmured as he also appeared, casually waving at some teenage girls hollering at him from the dispersing crowd.

Dex chuckled. “Since when did you all turn into pimps?”

Linc clapped him on the back. “Just lending a hand.”

“Thanks. I can get my own ass.”

And, sadly, as much as sideline-chick ticked every box, her ass was off-limits. One look at her told him she was the kind of girl a guy loved. Got into a relationship with. The kind he married. Made babies with.

She was the commitment type.

Over a decade of avoiding romantic entanglements had alerted Dex to the signs, and this woman had I don’t do casual written all over her.

And he didn’t do commitment. His career came first. He’d fought hard for his place on the team, and at thirty, he probably only had a few good years left. He couldn’t afford to take his eyes off the ball for a second. He knew how easy it was to lose everything. To have it all go to shit when you least expected it.

He was never going back to Perry Hill.

There would be time for commitment later. Rugby was it for now.

“But you don’t,” Tanner said.

“Just because I don’t walk around with a permanent hard-on like Linc—”

“Hey!”

Everyone ignored Linc’s half-hearted protest. The cocky back rower wore his horniness like a badge of frickin’ honour. “—doesn’t mean I go without.”

And if he did—it was none of their damn business.

Chuck finished his interview with the skipper of the losing team and, spotting Tanner, headed toward them.

“Christ,” Dex said. “Dickhead approaching.”

Tanner sighed. “Best to just think of our contracts and smile for the camera.”

“Ooh, helllllo,” Bodie purred. “She’s on the move, too.”

Dex’s gaze flicked to the woman again, tracking her progress as she hurried after Chuck. Her hips swung enticingly and her chest moved interestingly beneath her T-shirt.

Christ, it was a turn-on.

“Chuck,” she called, hurrying to catch up with him.

Idiot. Dex would never let a woman trail behind him like that. Not when she could walk in front and he could check out her luscious ass.

“What in hell does she see in that guy?” Bodie asked.

Dex had no idea, but the urge to throttle the smarmy reporter—something that was never far from the surface—spewed like the sudden rush of a geyser in his chest.

“Chuck,” she called, louder this time, almost caught up with him.

Dickhead stopped. Turned. Then glared before looking around him as if he was embarrassed. He hissed, “What the fuck, Harper?” He’d kept his voice low, but the edge of fury carried it farther than Dex was sure Chuck would have liked.

“I told you to stay in the stands, not embarrass me by running onto the goddamn field in a pair of jeans you’ve barely managed to squeeze your lard ass into. I have a certain image to maintain, and it does not involve being followed around by fat chicks.”

Dex’s jaw clamped tight as the hackles rose on the back of his neck. Fat chick? He could see the stain of red creeping up her neck from here, and the spewing geyser in his chest turned viscous, like lava.

“God, he’s a fuckwit,” Bodie whispered.

“Excuse me,” Dex growled.

Lava burning in his chest, he strode purposefully toward Chuck and the woman, who was hissing something back at the reporter Dex couldn’t quite hear. He was sweaty and dirty and every damn muscle bitched at him, but Dex paid none of it any heed.

The urge to deck the smarmy front man rode him hard, but by the time he pulled up beside Chuck, Dex had another plan.

A better plan.

One that involved less potential penalty. And more potential booty.

“Hey, Chuck,” he said, forcing himself to smile as he clapped the reporter hard on the back. It was satisfying to hear a strained, involuntary cough from the man.

“Oh Dex, hi,” Chuck said, sleazy smile in place, turning as if he were trying to block the woman from Dex’s view.

No chance with those puny coat hanger shoulders.

“Great game tonight,” Chuck enthused. “If you could just give me thirty seconds, I’ll be right over.”

“Actually, Chuck,” Dex glanced at the woman and smiled at her. She was even more magnificent up close, with a whole lot of pissed-off glittering in the depths of her Marsala brown eyes. “I was hoping you might introduce me to the lady.”

It was amusing to watch the pretty boy almost choke on his tongue. For a moment, Dex thought he was going to say lady, what lady? But he finally turned to acknowledge the woman behind him. “Of course. This is Harper…Nugent. My…”

The woman—Harper—folded her arms across her chest, and all the blood rushed from Dex’s big head to his little one. “Come on, Chuck, you can say it,” she said, her voice dry with amused sarcasm. “It starts with S. Ssssister.”

Something eased in Dex’s chest. So she was not getting naked with Pretty Boy. There was a God.

“Step!” Chuck said quickly, his voice sharp.

She rolled her eyes as she smiled at Dex and offered her hand. He absently noted there were streaks of paint on her fingers. “Nice to meet you.”

Dex was a tall guy. Big. Not as big as some of the team’s front row, but he was still six foot and had trouble buying shirts that weren’t tight in the shoulders. This tall—hell, Amazonian—woman could look him straight in the eye. He’d never met a woman who could do that in a pair of flats, and it was a strange kind of turn-on.

“The pleasure’s entirely mine,” he murmured, returning her firm and sure grip with one of his own.

He liked a woman who could handshake like a boss.

“Yes…anyway,” Chuck said, his expression pained, as Harper’s hand fell away. “Harper has to run. A girlfriend crisis or something.”

Dex’s eyebrow kicked up. A girlfriend crisis? A crushing sense of disappointment slugged him in the chest.

She was a lesbian?

She laughed and shook her head. “Not that kind of girlfriend.”

His gaze was drawn to her mouth, a plush, sexy crescent in the midst of her flawless olive complexion. He didn’t think she was wearing any makeup, but she was sporting some kind of clear lip gloss that emphasized the luscious curve of her lips.

They glistened, wet and tempting.

Dex laughed, too, as relief flowed like champagne bubbles through his veins. “I am so pleased to hear that.”

Chuck cleared his throat. “Yes. Well. I have to interview the team.” He looked pointedly at his sister.

“Fine. Just don’t forget to pick up Jace and Tabby after you’re done. They’re fine in the stands with Jenny while you wrap up, but she can’t take them home and I’ve told your mother that you’re bringing her kids now instead of me.”

“I’m not going to bloody forget them, Harper,” Chuck replied testily.

She shot an apologetic smile at Dex then turned to go. He and Chuck watched her. The outline of her sexy, rounded butt in the denim of her jeans actually made Dex a little light-headed. It was a sight to behold.

“God, she has a fat ass,” Chuck muttered, disgust colouring his voice.

Dex’s hands tightened to fists. What a monumental wanker. He opened his mouth before he engaged his brain. “Harper! Wait up.”

She looked over her shoulder, a puzzled expression drawing a crease between her brows. “Dex,” Chuck said, putting a hand on Dex’s arm as he took a step in Harper’s direction.

“Tanner’s waiting,” Dex said, shaking off the hand before jogging the short distance to where she’d stopped.

“Hey,” she said, tossing the long strands of her rich dark hair behind her shoulder, clearly still puzzled.

He smiled. “I was hoping you might like to go out with me one night.”

She blinked, the crease between her eyebrows almost cavernous now. “Oh.”

Dex chuckled. It wasn’t the standard response he got from women. Normally, they were tripping over themselves to be asked out by him. Hell, most of them didn’t wait to be asked. It was well known that he didn’t generally date, so they were more than happy to do the asking.

A man with a less healthy ego might have been insulted by Harper’s tepid response. But he could sense her reticence was real as she glanced at the guys to her left, all gawking and smirking, clearly talking about them. Her gaze travelled over his shoulder to where Chuck stood—glaring, if the prickle between Dex’s shoulder blades was anything to go by.

Her gaze returned to him. “Um…”

Hmm. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d thought. He looked pointedly at the mobile she held. “Give me your phone.”

She glanced at it for a moment, frowning some more. “Why?”

Dex gave an exaggerated sigh and plucked it out of her unresisting hand. “It’s okay,” he assured her as she murmured a protest, and his fingers busily navigating to her address book. “I’m just going to put my number in because obviously I don’t have my phone available to put yours into mine.”

She crossed her arms as she watched him enter the details, and it took him twice as long.

“There,” he said, passing the phone back to her.

She glanced at the entry, and his heart tap-danced in his chest as a smile pulled at the curve of her mouth. She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Dex the Stud?”

He grinned and shrugged. “What can I say?”

“And what do you expect me to do with this?”

“As soon as you’re done with your girlfriend thing, give it a ring and we can set up a time and a place for our date.”

“Well, that’s a step up from the last guy, who put his number into my phone hoping I’d send him nude photos,” she said, her tone flippant.

Dex blinked. What the actual fuck? “Absolutely no class.”

“Well, to be fair, he did request arty ones.”

He laughed. “Hey.” He held his hands up in faux surrender. “Never let it be said that I stand in the way of artistic expression, if you feel so inclined with my number. But definitely lose his.”

She laughed back, and it grabbed him by the balls. Like everything else about her, it was big and rich and real. But then her gaze flicked over his shoulder again, and her smile slowly slipped from her face.

Dex gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re not going to ring it, are you?”

She shook her head, a glossy smile playing on her glossy mouth. “No chance in hell.”

“Why?”

She glanced at her stepbrother again. “Some things just aren’t worth the hassle.”

Dex couldn’t agree more. But he didn’t think Harper Nugent was one of them. Undeterred, he grabbed for her phone again, his reflexes lightning fast after a decade of professional rugby. “You leave me no choice,” he chided as he quickly rang his own number.

“Hi, Dex the Stud,” he said as the ring tone eventually gave way to his message bank. “It’s Dex.” He waggled his brows at Harper, and she smiled and rolled her eyes. “I’m ringing to remind you to call Harper Nugent on this number and ask her on a date again. Do not take no for an answer. Even”—he grinned at her—“if she offers nude arty photos in lieu.”

Dex hit the end button and passed the phone back to her. “There now. You’re in my phone. And I will be ringing you.”

She glanced at the phone then at him before flicking a look at the guys again. Linc was grinning like a loon as he shot Dex two thumbs-up.

“Sure you will,” she said, the tight, polite smile on her face making Dex want to slap Linc upside the head.

She bade him farewell and walked away, and for the first time in his life, Dex looked forward to something other than rugby and inflicting bodily harm on Linc.

Harper’s phone rang three hours later. She was a bottle of wine down with her best friend Em, who was in the middle of a boyfriend-number-sixteen crisis. Em was cute, peppy, and up for anything.

She just had really lousy taste in men.

When Em went into a relationship, she went all in, something which Harper had always admired even if her friend consistently chose the wrong guys to be “in” with. The type who were only out for a good time, not a long time. But she always sprang back, and Harper was in awe of her friend’s tenacity and absolute conviction that the right person was out there for everyone.

Although not tonight. While Harper was drinking wine, Em’s breakup booze of choice was butterscotch schnapps, and tonight it was leading her to seriously consider becoming a nun. To prove her seriousness, she was currently Googling how to re-virginise.

So, Harper was both tipsy and completely distracted when she answered the phone.

“Hi,” she said as Em made gagging noises at pictures on a website she was skimming.

“Hey, Harper.”

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up in instant awareness as they had earlier tonight when Dexter Blake had singled her out for a bit of attention.

Her mind went blank for a beat or two. He rang?

Of course he had. She had clearly been some kind of bet or dare or something with his team buddies. At twenty-three, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d been the butt of some douche’s idea of a good time. I dare you to ask the fat chick out. Snigger, snort, backslap.

Some men were such assholes.

But it had been so good, even momentarily, to put her sanctimonious step-brother in his place.

“Harper? It’s Dex the Stud. Remember me?”

His voice was warm and rich with amusement, and Harper shut her eyes. Remember him? She’d relived him asking her out about a dozen times, no matter how much she’d told herself it had all been some sick joke. It had been the first thing she’d told Em after her friend had stopped crying and asked for something happy to cheer her up.

Then they’d Googled him.

“Harper?”

His voice was sharper this time and Harper pulled herself together, sitting straighter in the chair. “Yes. Of course… Hi.”

“You sound kinda…outta it.”

Harper eyed the empty wine bottle and the full one she’d just cracked open. “Well…I’m kinda drunk, so that’s probably why.”

His low chuckle slid seductive fingers down her neck. “The girlfriend emergency?”

“Yup.”

Em looked over her shoulder. “Who is it?”

“Dex.”

Her eyebrows practically hit her hairline. “The rugby dude?”

“Is that the girlfriend?” Dex asked in her ear.

“Yup,” she said to them both.

“Ask him if he knows how to re-virginise.”

Harper shook her head. “I’m not asking him that.”

“Asking me what?” His voice sounded delicious when it was amused. Thick and gooey, oozing all over her body. Like chocolate topping.

God, she loved chocolate topping.

“You should totally ask me whatever it is.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“Are you kidding?” Em interrupted. “He’s a professional rugby star. Everyone knows they get laid all the time. What he doesn’t know about a woman’s anatomy probably isn’t worth knowing. He’ll know about re-virginising.”

Harper thought it more likely he’d know about de-virginising.

“Did she just say re-virginising?”

Had Harper been sober, she would have paid more heed to Em’s sage words about the mating habits of professional sportsmen and not the sweet seduction of a chocolate-topping voice. She sighed. “Yup.”

“Why would anyone want to re-virginise? Hell… Can someone re-virginise?”

“I don’t know and yes, apparently, according to the internet. Spiritually and surgically.”

“That sounds…painful.”

Harper laughed. “Yes. For both.”

“And seriously, would you want some strange dude with a scalpel down near your lady parts?”

She shuddered. “I can think of better uses for a dude down near my lady parts.” His bark of laughter was loud in her ear, and she realised what she said. Her face flamed. “Oh God, sorry. I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“You certainly did, Harper Nugent.”

“I take it back.”

“Oh no,” he chuckled some more. “You can’t take that back.”

Harper groaned internally. Jesus. Where was her filter? She glanced at the wine bottle. Somewhere at the bottom of that, no doubt.

“Fine. Ignore it then. It’s the booze. White wine makes me mouthy.”

“I can’t wait to see that.”

His voice had dropped an octave and roughened with the merest hint of a promise. It went straight to those aforementioned lady parts, and Harper actually squirmed in her chair to ease the sudden ache.

“She’s not serious, is she?”

It took her a moment to realise he’d moved on, and she leaped at the opportunity gratefully. “No. She’s pissed. Both at men and in the alcoholic sense.” Em had already been several shots of Schnapps down when Harper arrived. “Re-virginising is just one of many options we’ve already discussed tonight. I think she wants to make a voodoo doll next.”

He laughed again. “I like the sound of her.”

Harper sighed, looking at the gorgeous mop of caramel curls and the alabaster wedge of cheekbone making up Em’s profile. She looked like one of those babies from old-fashioned adverts for Pears soap. Only all grown-up.

“She’s gorgeous. You should ask her out. You’d make beautiful babies.”

There was a long pause. Long enough to make Harper think, somewhere in her alcohol-addled brain, babies were not on Dexter Blake’s agenda.

“Thanks,” he said, voice low and amused. “I think I’ll stick with my original plan, though.”

“Oh?”

“You and me. A date.”

“Oh.” Harper’s stomach tightened. She’d seen the way his teammates had been watching them tonight. The way the younger guy had given the thumbs up. She could have kissed Dex for his timing, but a girl had her pride, right? Plus she never wanted to be one of those people who were gossiped about for punching above her weight.

“Look. I’m very flattered that you want to go out on a date with me, but—”

“You should do it,” Em interrupted.

Harper blinked at her best friend. “What?”

“I told you I liked the sound of her,” Dex said in her ear.

Em shrugged. “It’d be worth it just to piss off Chuckers.” If it was possible, Em disliked Chuck more than Harper did.

Harper considered that angle for moment, her head still spinning a little. It was a powerful argument. Why not? If Dex was using her to win some kind of ridiculous frat boy dare, why shouldn’t she use him, too?

“Okay, fine.” Clearly there was a level of drunk where pride rapidly diminished. “But I’m not sleeping with you. Or letting you anywhere near my lady parts.”

That low chuckle again. It ruffled seductively along flesh and nerve endings, and Harper fought the urge to stretch. And purr.

“You know you said that out loud, too, right?”

The lazy smile in his voice ruffled things even lower. “Yes. I know.”

“I will be on my best behaviour. I promise I won’t even bring condoms.”

Sober Harper nodded, pleased with the concession. Drunk, uninhibited Harper knew full well he could ruin her without the aid of a condom, and she seemed perfectly fine with that, too.

Uninhibited Harper was dangerous. She was going to have to cut that bitch off at the knees.

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About the Author

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Amy Andrews is a multi-published, award- winning author of 50+ romance novels across both traditional and digital platforms. She writes for Harlequin Mills and Boon, Entangled, Harper Collins Australia, Momentum Publishing, Escape Publishing and Tule. She’s sold in excess of a million books worldwide and has been translated into over a dozen languages. In her spare time she is a PICU nurse and mother of two teenagers. She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane, Australia but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.

 

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Genre: Sexy Sports Romance

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Jake
I can’t believe my coach assigned me a tutor. I’m all that on the field and between the sheets—who cares about my stupid grades?

But Claire doesn’t treat me like I’m dumb. When we’re not busy fighting, she actually encourages me. And with those sexy curves of hers, I know just how to thank her.

Claire
I hate football players, but I need the money. Jake is just as cocky and arrogant as the worst of them … but his touch sets me on fire.

I have to believe he’s different, that he won’t use me and break my heart. Because I can’t stop wanting him. I just hope I survive the ride.

 

 

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A few minutes later my phone vibrated on the table, and I read a text message that sent shivers down my body.

 

I want you, Claire. I’ll make you beg. I’ll fuck you until you can’t feel your legs. Whisper in your ear to come for me while you dig your nails into my back.

 

“Oh my God,” I blushed uncontrollably as his hand made its way back onto my legs. “Jake, stop!”

 

“Do you really want me to?” he whispered, moving steadily upward. “Tell me you really want me to, and I will.”

 

I should have. I knew that I should have. I should have made Jake stop. We were in the library, for crying out loud. People studied there. And we weren’t alone.

 

I looked around. I didn’t see any cameras. At the same time, that sneaky hand reached the inside of my thigh. I gasped, closing my eyes.

 

“I’ll stop. I will.” His hand disappeared up my skirt.

 

I opened my legs slightly, aching for his touch.

 

“Hmm,” he whispered, “I think you want me to keep going.”

 

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Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.

 

 

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