 We adore Jennifer Foor and her sexy - contemporary style of writing. A Hope and a Chance is her newest stand-alone romance and will be released on November 3rd. Today, we are offering you a sneak peek in to the lives of Hope and Chance in a HOT and "wet" excerpt! Jennifer has also offered one lucky winner the opportunity to receive an Advanced Read Copy of this fabulous read! So, be sure to enter! Good Luck and Enjoy!
EXCERPT
Meet Hope and Chance Being with him like this was so erotic. We were exposed in the woods. It was private, but not really. I pulled Chance’s shirt over his head, while hearing a car go by on the road we’d came in on.
We felt the raindrops hitting us, but did nothing until they became heavier. We should have stopped, but the more the rain hit Chance’s body, the more I wanted him. His chest was so slick when my palms glided over it. I leaned forward, lapping up the drops of water off of his skin. The sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed off the trees, along with our matched bout of moans. I reached up, taking a handful of his wet hair and pulled his lips into mine. Our slippery mouths played together, each kiss intensifying with our steady pace. Chance pushed me back, allowing my body to lie flat on the car. He ran his hand over my slick breast, circling my nipple with the wetness from the downpour. Thunder rumbled in the distance, sending chills all over me. This wasn’t just crazy, it was dangerous, making it the hottest sex I’d ever experienced.
I savored Chance’s lips again, sucking the water off of them, and then licking them dry. He teased me with his tongue, pulling away when I leaned in, and with no warning he picked up his rhythm. Chance pumped into me so hard that I cried out each time our skin smacked together. My toes curled as I felt myself losing control of my muscles. As I clung to him overwhelmed with passion, he tightened up, closing his eyes, drawing his ending out. He held me tight against him, and let the rain continue to fall down on us.
We were two people, naked, in the middle of the woods, too caught up in each other to care about anything else.
 You can't help who you fall in love with.
Hope's whole world is turned upside down when she's forced to live with her estranged father, who she hasn't seen in years. To make matters worse, she's warned to stay away from the handsome young man living out back in the pool house.
Chance is running from his past; a past that would cause any father to be concerned. When sparks fly between them, they begin sneaking around to be together.
Then their secret is discovered, and Chance is sent away, leaving Hopewith a broken heart.
What happens when absence makes the heart grow fonder?
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(Click on pic for full view) Meet the author Jennifer Foor is an award winning Contemporary Romance Author. She's best known for the Mitchell Family Series, which includes ten books.
She is married with two children and spends most of her time behind a keyboard, writing stories that come from her heart.
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 Melanie Harlow recently released Forked, stand-alone and book 2 of the sexy & fun Frenched series. This is Coco and Nick's love story. To celebrate the release of this scorching hot, sassy, ad playful romance, Melanie is generously giving you a chance to win a Signed paperback of Forked and a $15 gift card.
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Exclusive Forked Excerpt: Steamy Nick POV
She wanted me to kiss her. Of course she did.
What girl followed a guy up to his bedroom, sat next to him on the bed, then leaned over like that, if she didn’t want to be fucked—I’m sorry, kissed?
It was almost laughable. After all, it was Coco who’d made the No Sex rule, as if she could spend the night with me and not be thoroughly ravished from head to toe. There was no fucking way—the woman next to me was even hotter than the college girl she’d been seven years ago, and that was no small feat. Did she know how fucking beautiful she was? Did she know how badly I wanted to rip that dress off her body and put my tongue there, there, and there? Did she know how hard I was? I’d have to try to hide it when I stood up, try to get down the stairs ahead of her. I glanced down at the rise of her breasts above the low scoop neckline of her dress and battled the urge to bury my face between them.
Look at her, licking her lips. Arching her back. Tilting her head. Staring at my mouth, the little minx.
The crotch of my jeans grew even tighter. She wanted it, wanted me, just like I wanted her. But I was going to make her wait for it. Make her say it. Make her demand it. Make her break the rule first. I smiled. “You totally want me to kiss you right now.”
Immediately, she leaned back and slapped my shoulder, color rising in her face. “I do not!”
“You did. You so did.” Shielding my erection with the iPad on my lap, I moved past her and tossed it onto the bed. I had to get downstairs. One more minute in my bedroom and she’d be on her back. “You licked your lips,” I said, starting down the steps.
She followed me, hot on my heels all the way into the kitchen, blustering mad. “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to kiss me. Because I don’t.”
“Oh no?” I whirled around and took her by the shoulders, dropping my mouth to within an inch of hers. I could play this game, too. “Then tell me not to kiss you. Say it’s against the rules. Say you don’t want it.”
She struggled, clenching her jaw and fidgeting in my grasp. Would she give in? My dick jumped at the thought of getting inside her, the muscles in my lower body going tight. But she continued to fight. “I don’t want it,” she said, her eyes daring me to do it anyway.
Not happening, cupcake. First you have to admit you want me as badly as I want you. I released her. “Good. Because I don’t want it either.”
Suddenly her hand shot out and grabbed my crotch. There was no hiding the fact that my cock was hot and hard, bulging against my jeans. I was paralyzed by her touch.
A satisfied smile snuck onto her lips, her eyes flashing victory. “Liar.”
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. The Coco I’d known was adorable and feisty, but this woman was bold and sexy and fuck-me-now-asshole hot. Should I? Was she playing a game or did she really want this right here, right now? Battling the urge to throw her onto the counter and fuck her senseless, I tightened my hands into fists.
She dropped her hand and glanced at the cake ingredients lined up on the counter. “Well, don’t just stand there. We’ve got a cake to bake, remember?”
“Coco.” My body temperature and my cock surged higher.
“Yes, friend?” She leaned back against the island, more beautiful than any woman had a right to be. I wanted her. Game over.
Inside a heartbeat I had her head in my hands, my hips pinning her to the counter. “Don’t.” Covering her mouth with mine, I kissed her hard and deep, sliding my tongue between her lips, desperate to get inside her any way I could. Her hair felt like silk in my hands, and she smelled good enough to eat. I want to eat you, I thought, feeling like the big bad wolf as I tried to get my hands under her pretty flowered dress. I want to consume you.
“Nick.” She whispered my name as I kissed her cheek, her throat, her collarbone. Her hands yanked at my shirt, and I shrugged it off, dropping to my knees at her feet. Her dress was fitted, showing off the perfect shape of her legs, the curves of her hips and ass and waist and breasts. Fuck, her body was amazing. How many times had I thought about it since we’d been apart? And it was even better now with a little more meat on her bones. I ran my hands up the sides of her thighs, pushing the dress up past her hips. A tiny little dark triangle peeked through white lace panties, making my fingers dig into her flesh. I wanted to tear through that lace with my teeth. Easy, easy. Don’t hurt her.
“Christ, this body,” I whispered, resting my forehead against the lace and breathing in her scent. My heart was beating faster than it did during a hard sprint. “I’ve dreamed about this.”
“You have?” Her fingers weaved through my hair.
“Yes. And this.” I planted a kiss on the triangle. “And this.” I tugged the panties down to her knees. “And especially this.” Holding her by the hips, I slid my tongue into the warm, wet crease between her legs and slowly stroked up to her clit again and again. When her legs began to shake, I smiled.
“It feels so good, Nick.” Her voice was shaky. “I don’t think I can stand.”
“Fuck standing.” Suddenly I had a vision of her on my kitchen counter, those gorgeous thighs spread, her hot little pussy begging to be devoured and then fucked hard. I whipped the panties from her feet and stood, hitching her up around my waist. She threw her arms around my neck and clutched me tightly to her body with her legs. Her mouth opened wide for me, and my tongue moved against hers. Fuck, I’d forgotten what it was like to kiss someone this way, like you couldn’t get enough. But then, this was Coco—I could never get enough.
But I could certainly try.
I set her up on the counter and pushed her knees apart.
 Twenty-eight year old Coco Thomas knows the recipe for disaster:
1) Agree to plan last-minute engagement blowout for spoiled Mafia princess before you realize her choice of caterer is Nick Lupo, a despicably gorgeous young chef with a hot new restaurant in town, a reality TV show victory, and a romantic past with you—one that did not end well.
2) Strike a deal with Nick in which you agree to spend a weekend with him in exchange for his services, under the strict conditions there will be no talking about the past, no second chances, and definitely no sex.
3) Violate all three conditions within 24 hours and spend two glorious days remembering what made you fall for the sexy, egotistical bastard in the first place, and why it hurt so much when he broke your heart.
Add one road trip, plenty of good scotch, and endless spoonfuls of chocolate cake batter drizzled over your body and licked off inch by oh-my-God-yes-right-there inch, then just admit it.
You’re totally FORKED.
 When Tucker Branch, playboy heir to Branch Bolt and Screw, screws and bolts a week before their wedding, Mia Devine wants nothing more than to crawl under her newly monogrammed sheets and plan a funeral for her dignity. But her friends convince her that bitter tastes better when it’s drowned in Bordeaux, so Mia grits her teeth and packs her bags, determined to make the best of her luxurious Paris honeymoon—alone.
She never planned on meeting Lucas Fournier.
The easygoing bartender’s scruffy good looks and
less-than-sympathetic ear annoy her at first, but when she takes him up on his offer to show her around the city, she discovers that the romance of Paris isn’t just a myth.
Nor is the simultaneous O.
The last thing Mia needs is another doomed love affair, but since she only has a week, she figures she might as well enjoy la vie en O with Lucas while she can. But each day—and
night—with Lucas is better than the last, and suddenly her heart is telling her this is more than a rebound fling.
Is it just the seduction of Paris…or could this be the real thing?
"Listen, I don't know what kind of assholes you've been with before, but I promise you, your orgasm will not only make an appearance tonight, it will be the star of the show."
- Frenched by Melanie Harlow  Mia Devine fell hard for Lucas Fournier after their magical week in Paris. But eight months later, the free-spirited half-French musician still hasn't made any promises about their future. And as magnifique as long-distance phone sex is, nothing compares to the real thing.
Fed up with stolen weekends and lonely nights, Mia flies to New York armed with a list of reasons why they should take the next step, but an unexpected guest in Lucas's apartment derails her plans. He’s been keeping secrets--worse, he claims he's happy with the way things are.
Without the magic of Paris, can their mismatched love survive?
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Click on pictures for full view Empathy Synopsis & Purchase Button (only $0.99) This is a stand alone NA/ Dark erotic romance. Warning this book will mess with your mind. It's a dark, sexy, twisted romance novel. 18+ only
Blake:
I am a brother
I am a police detective
I am a contract killer
I don’t want to love
I don’t want to feel
I don’t want … EMPATHY.
They say some people are born with decreased activity in the front central lobe causing them a deficiency in empathy. Maybe that’s true about me but whether I was born this way or created in a moment of evil, empathy was something I didn’t possess until her green eyes met mine in the mirror and I couldn’t take her life.
I didn’t want to feel, didn’t want this woman in my life complicating how I lived but she was there at every turn. Sent to haunt me for my sins. Her light so bright she provoked a shadow from everyone she touched. When a job turns bad quickly altering my life forever I’m forced to feel. When nothing is making sense I’m forced to face truths I never would recover from. When life drowns you in its cruelty you don’t know which way the current will drag you or who you’ll become once you re-surface.
Melody:
I was a daughter
I was a student
I was a victim
Did I have his love?
Did I make him feel?
Did I have his empathy?
When the actions of a soulless killer forces sorrow into my veins I never dreamed the man healing my wounds would be the one to leave the worst scar. His love would scar my soul. Scars are permanent; I will never feel the relief from them. Will I learn to live with them, remember why I have them and learn never to let him close enough to inflict more? Will I eventually cover them… like tattoos coating them with new memories, new love and new starts? I didn’t know these answers because the pain was too suffocating, the only thing I knew was they will always be under the surface lingering. He had scars too, from his sins. There is nothing that can cover them, they were too deep, too ugly, too dark and they marked us both forever.
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Lauren Blakely does it again and brings readers more smoldering, sexy nights in her Seductive Nights Series with her newest novel, NIGHTS WITH HIM.
In Lauren Blakely’s newest Seductive Nights novel, Jack Sullivan convinces Michelle Milo that he can “show her worlds of pleasure.” And judging from the number of Os he gives her, the man delivers on that promise! Lauren wants to deliver with worlds of pleasure for her readers too -- so she’s offering several extra special giveaways with this novel, and we’re thrilled to help announce them!
First, ANYONE who preorders NIGHTS WITH HIM will receive a Julia and Clay short story! That means EVERYONE who preorders is a winner! Readers will be thrilled to know that Julia and Clay, the hero and heroine from the first 3 Seductive Nights novels, have some more story left in them. Lauren has written an exclusive short story that takes place after ONE MORE NIGHT, and you are not going to want to miss what happens next! Anyone who preorders andENTERS HERE will be emailed the short story. Already pre-ordered? That’s great! You can still enter by filling out the form and entering your order number! NIGHTS WITH HIM is available for preorder on Amazon, iBooks, Kobo and Google Play. Barnes & Noble users who buy NIGHTS WITH HIM on release day, and fill outTHIS FORM on release day, can receive the short story during release week as well.
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Lastly, NIGHTS WITH HIM is a full-length, standalone erotic romance novel that follows the love affair of a new couple, Jack and Michelle, and does not have a cliffhanger. It’s ONLY $3.99 during the preorder period, but this price will go up to $4.99 during release week.
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An excerpt from NIGHTS WITH HIM by Lauren Blakely The balcony circled the peak of the Met Life Tower with a spire above them, a clock right below them. A high fence surrounded the perimeter, and the view of Manhattan was endless, stretching to the rivers and the towns that lay far beyond the city that never slept.
Michelle wrapped her hands around the railing at the edge of the balcony, drinking in the view of Manhattan. The headlights from the distant streets below streaked across the dark night; the sounds of horns and music and madness morphed into a quiet radio station din. The dirt and grime was gone, and New York was aerial and beautiful—a darkly gorgeous nocturnal creature, lit up against the night sky.
Jack dropped his hands to her waist, his thumbs rubbing circles against the fabric of her dress at her hips. She leaned her head back against him, stretching her neck. But then he was gone—he was on his knees behind her, kissing the back of her bare legs, starting at her calves.
“Don’t close your eyes. Watch the city as I touch you.”
No wonder he did what he did. He was a man in tune with pleasure. A man thoroughly connected to his senses, which was all the more unusual, given his background as a numbers and logic guy. But he also had some intuitive sense of the physical.
Or simply the physical of her. His tongue flicked against the back of her knee, and she felt her legs wobble. He steadied her, his strong hands tight on her thighs as he kissed his way up her legs, pressing his lips against the back of her thighs now. First one leg. Then the other. Higher and higher still, the fabric of her skirt rose in his hands as he exposed her flesh for him. Soon he’d pushed her skirt above her butt, and his sinful mouth was leaving a hot, wet trail of kisses against the crease where her ass met her legs.
“Light blue,” he murmured as he slid his finger under the edge of her lacy panties. “Gorgeous, sexy, perfect sky blue.”
“Yes. You like?”
“So much I want to keep them,” he said as he returned his mouth to her skin.
Pleasure pulsed through her veins. She gripped the railing tighter as the sensations spread, starting deep in her belly, radiating to her fingertips, her toes, the ends of her hair, as he brushed those soft lips against her body. He kissed her with a kind of reverence, with a deep appreciation for her body. He kissed her as if she were the most sensual person he’d ever touched. As if she were made for passion, for pleasure, for this kind of bold desire that ran rampant through her cells.
Because everything he’d done so far had been a slice of heaven. A heaven for lovers of the flesh.
He ran his nose across her upper thigh, then pressed a kiss between her legs, his lips grazing the soaked panel of her panties. Useless thing. A completely useless piece of fabric, since the way he’d touched her had turned them hot and damp.
“Take them off,” he said roughly.
She obliged, sliding her panties down her legs, then lifting them over her ankles as she stepped out of them.
“Give them to me.”
She handed them to him, and he stuffed them into his pocket.
He stood and gently placed his hand on her chin, turning her gaze back to the sky. “Watch the city,” he told her, as he pressed his chest against her back, his long, tall body aligned with hers.
Anticipation built between them, the tantalizing wonder of what would come next. Only he knew. She was placing her pleasure in his hands, and that’s exactly where she wanted it to be.
A soft hum whirred through the air. At first, she wasn’t sure what it was. Then she recognized the noise. The way it signaled a response in her body. How the sound tapped into her deepest core, a reminder of something she loved.
Assistance.
One hand gripped her hip, and the other slid down her belly, dipping between her legs as he tugged her closer. Her breath fled her chest. The thrill of not knowing ignited her more, and she felt a rush of heat between her legs. She wanted him to feel it too. To know what he was doing to her. She was After Hours Michelle with him, so she let go of her other self, allowing herself to fully be the sexy, alluring woman who appeared when Jack Sullivan was inches away. “Touch me,” she said.
She felt it. The first press against her throbbing clit. The slide through her wetness. The pressure from something that wasn’t his finger. Something that had been made.
“What is it?” she asked in between staccato breaths.
“It’s The Lola,” he said in a hot, husky voice, whispering in her ear as he rubbed a small toy against her. She looked down—he held a sleek circular device between two fingers, one finger through a silver hole in the middle. The toy was like a large ring, made of the same soft material the world’s best pleasure toys came in. Only this one didn’t just stimulate her with vibrations. Somehow, the toy felt like a tongue touching her. Like fast, intense flicks from the most wonderful, amazing, fantastic tongue she’d ever felt. Like Jack today. Times ten.
It was that good.
“I don’t have this one,” she said, in between gasps and moans.
“I know. It’s new. They say it feels fantastic against the skin,” he said, rubbing the vibrator against her. “Tell me if it does.”
She cried out. “Oh, yes.”
She felt as if her body belonged to this toy, to the intensity of the pleasure strumming through her blood and bones. It owned her.
“Does it make you want more of me?”
“So much more,” she moaned.
“This part,” he said, slowing only to press the soft middle section to her clit, the beads beneath the surface rotating against her, simulating the intoxicating sensations of a tongue flicking against her. “Does that feel like the way I licked your pussy earlier today?” he asked in a whisper, his breath hot against her skin.
“Yes. Oh, God. Yes.”
“I can make this feel like a soft swirl, or like I’m fucking you with my tongue,” he said, and began cycling through the levels of vibration. Her vision blurred from the sweet intensity. She wasn’t sure how she was still standing. “I can show you worlds of pleasure.”
“I want it,” she said, now begging because this was a new land of desire he’d taken her to, and she didn’t ever want to leave.
Working the toy expertly between her legs, he yanked her body closer, his erection hitting her backside. His voice was low and dirty as he growled in her ear. “This is what I can do to you for thirty nights.”
“I want it all. I want you,” she said in between pants and moans, her body arching into the toy.
“This is how you’ll be mine,” he said, gliding the toy across her clit that was so swollen she ached with the need to come. She felt desperate in every pore of her body. The intense need to climax was bearing down on her. Her world narrowed to this hot neon need as pleasure took over, spinning wildly out of control, blissfully into chaos as she leaned back into his chest, his arms holding her in place, his finger working her over and over with his toy as she shattered into endless erotic bliss, crying out his name above Manhattan.
Minutes later she turned around, looping her arms around his neck. “You win. That was the best orgasm of my life. I’m yours for thirty nights.”
Nights with Him Book Summary & Pre-order Link Jack Sullivan is a Sex Toy Mogul.
An extremely eligible bachelor in New York, he’s the full package, right down to his full package. Hell, this man could be the model for one of the toys his company, Joy Delivered, peddles. Instead, he’s the powerful and successful CEO and he’s got commitment issues a mile-long after the tragic way his relationship with his fiancée ended.
He’s looking for a way to erase the pain and that arrives in the form of Michelle Milo. From her pencil skirts to her high heels, she’s his perfect fantasy, especially since she has no idea who he is the night they meet at a hotel bar. He doesn’t have a clue either that she’s the brilliant psychologist his sister has arranged for him to see to help him get over his past. She’s simply the stunning woman he takes to bed that night and delivers many Os of joy too.
His touch helps her forget that other man.
When he shows up at her office door the next day, there’s no way in hell she’s going to treat him after they’ve slept together. Jack isn’t willing to let go of the first woman he’s felt anything for in years so he proposes a deal – share her nights with him for thirty days. At the end of one month of exquisite pleasure, they walk away, having helped each other move on from their haunted pasts.
But soon, all those nights threaten to turn into days as the lines between lust and matters of the heart start to blur. Can two people so terribly afraid of love truly fall head over heels?
Nights with Him is a standalone full-length novel in the bestselling Seductive Nights series following the love affair of a new couple.
One Night with Her Book Summary & FREE Link First names only for one night of pleasure...
He’s only at the hotel to close a business deal. Then he sees her, and his agenda for the evening shifts—woo her, win her, and make sure she never forgets who gave her the most exquisite pleasure she’s ever had. Jack Sullivan, a billionaire, and one of New York City’s most eligible bachelors, is captivated by the brilliant and beautiful Michelle Milo. From her witty mouth to her sinful body, she’s his perfect fantasy. But there’s more than the undeniable chemistry; they both might be exactly what the other needs. As soon as he has her, he knows one night with her will never be enough. The trouble is, he’s about to run into her tomorrow…in the last place he expects.
Meet the Author Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.
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 We're huge fans of Christina Lauren and their very steamy and sassy books. Today we're thrilled to spotlight, Dirty Rowdy Thing, Book 2 of their new WILD SEASONS stand-alone series, which releases very soon on November 4th! We had the pleasure of reading an advance copy and we can confidentially say that we're in love with Harlow & Finn. Harlow is a relatable, sassy, sexy, & strong heroine, while Finn.... sigh... Finn is just everything. Ladies, we're here to confirm he is very dirty, rowdy and knows how to expertly & deliciously use a rope. ;) Christina Lauren has yet to disappoint us and once again brings it with scorching heat and a compelling love story that own your hearts.
So yes, we loved it and cannot wait for you to meet Harlow & Finn. :) Check out four exclusive teasers and don't forget to preorder now! PLUS, to celebrate the soon-to-be release of Dirty Rowdy Thing, Gallery Books and Christina Lauren are generously giving YOU a chance to WIN signed paperbacks of both Sweet Filthy Boy and Dirty Rowdy Thing. Good luck and Enjoy!
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Preorder Button (coming Nov 4th) From the New York Times bestselling author of Beatuiful Bastard, Beautiful Stranger, and Beautiful Player, Book Two of the brand-new Wild Seasons series that started with Sweet Filthy Boy—a story of friends, love, and lust.
Despite their rowdy hookups, Harlow and Finn don’t even like each other...which would explain why their marriage lasted only twelve hours. He needs to be in charge and takes whatever he wants. She lives by the Want-something-done? Do-it-yourself mantra. Maybe she’s too similar to the rugged fisherman—or just what he needs.
"I like leaving marks. I like seeing you wet, and watching you walk differently in the morning because I fucked you so good your legs aren't working right."
- Dirty Rowdy Thing by Christina Lauren  One-night stands are supposed to be with someone convenient, or wickedly persuasive, or regrettable. They aren’t supposed to be with someone like him.
But after a crazy Vegas weekend celebrating her college graduation—and terrified of the future path she knows is a
cop-out—Mia Holland makes the wildest decision of her life: follow Ansel Guillaume—her sweet, filthy fling—to France for the summer and just…play.
When feelings begin to develop behind the provocative roles they take on, and their temporary masquerade adventures begin to feel real, Mia will have to decide if she belongs in the life she left because it was all wrong, or in the strange new one that seems worlds away.
"Come back with me," he says, moving barely in, and back out again. A torture.
"Please, Mia. Just for the summer."
- Ansel, Sweet Filthy Boy, by Christina Lauren Author Bio: Meet Christina Lauren! Lauren (on the left) and Christina (on the right) have been
writing all kinds of stories together since 2009. Separated by the pesky state of Nevada, these co-author besties talk several times a day, agree that Ruby Pumps is the best nail polish color ever, and would, if given the choice, spend
all day staring at the ocean from the San Clemente pier.
Lauren Billings (but everyone calls her Lo) has a Ph.D. in neuroscience and before she made writing her full-time job, would spend her days doing nerdy research-type things wearing a lab coat and goggles. She is silly Mommy to two littles, wife to one mountain biking homebrewing scientist, bestie to a shoe-stealer, and an unabashed lover of YA and romance.
Christina Hobbs (but you’ll always hear Lo call her PQ) used to spend her days in a junior high
counseling office surrounded by teenagers. Married to the cutest boy in school, she has a thirteen year old daughter, is an unapologetic lover of boy bands and glitter, and also likes to steal Lo’s shoes.
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Play with Me by Lisa Renee Jones is LIVE! Meet Kali, the down on her luck reporter and Damion, the arrogant and sexy Vegas Casino CEO in this sweet and sassy novella! Read an excerpt and enter to win some amazing prizes! “We need to talk,” he says, as if this is a casual event requiring nothing more than a chat, as if I’m not being treated like a felon.
“Talk?” I demand, all the emotions of hours of confinement rising up in me to near bursting. “We needed to talk seven hours ago. Now? Now we don’t need to talk.”
He steps forward, crowding me, forcing me to give him space or let him become a part of mine. I have a rare violent urge to shove him, but I retreat into the room instead. He steps closer and kicks the door shut behind him, and damn him, that delicious scent of him tickles my nose, and the teasing eruption of sensations in my body only serves to make me more angry. I don’t want to feel the way he makes me feel. I don’t want him to be the one man who sparks something in me that no one else does.
“I couldn’t call,” he has the audacity to say. “Just like I couldn’t tell you I knew we had a security breach when you told me what the computer was doing in my office.”
“So you knew what was happening and didn’t tell me?”
“There’s a procedure to—”
“I don’t give a damn about procedures, Mr. CEO, especially from the one who sets the rules I’ve suffered with.” The edginess in me results in me poking my finger at his chest, heat dashing up my arm. “Just tell me one thing. Am I free to leave?”
He looks down at my finger and then his gaze lifts, but there is no anger in his face. There is something else, something I can’t identify. “I got you cleared, but—”
Relief is instant, and I cut him off. “That’s all the talking you need to do.” I try to turn away, intending to gather my things, but he shackles my wrist, more heat ripping up my arm and over my chest.
“Let go,” I snarl, hating a man I barely know who has put me through hell. It’s like I’m a masochist. Why else would I be drawn to yet another powerful asshole?
His lips thin, and I wish I didn’t notice how sensual and perfect they are. “We have to talk.”
“No,” I assure him. “We do not.”
“We’re going to talk.”
“You aren’t my boss anymore, which translates to the end of all conversation.”
His eyes glint hard steel. “What does that mean, I’m not your boss anymore?”
“I quit. Find someone else to treat like crap.”
“I had no choice—”
“There’s always a choice. I just want out of here.”
“You’ll regret this later.”
“I’ll take that risk.”
“You’ve had a rough twenty-four hours, Ms. Miller. You aren’t thinking straight.”
I all but growl at him. “Let me guess. I’m a woman and my emotions must be controlling me.”
“Because you’re human.”
“Why do you even care if I stay?” I demand, and I don’t know how or why, but the air around us shifts and thickens.
“Because I do.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I want to know you.”
I swallow hard. “Well, I’m sure you’ll know every piece of my DNA after seven hours of being trapped here. Goal achieved.”
“Ms. Miller—”
“Stop with the Ms. Miller. I’m not your damn employee anymore. Let go of me.”
He doesn’t let go. His gaze flickers to my mouth, then lifts. “I won’t let you quit.”
“Call Natalie. I’m sure she’ll come back.”
He tugs me close, his hard body aligned with mine, and I can barely breathe. “What do you know of Ms. Duncan?”
“If you mean Natalie, she was in HR when I was.”
“There were circumstances.”
“Yeah. I get that. Believe me, I get it.”
“No. You don’t. She has nothing to do with you or us.”
Us? What does he mean, us? And why is my hand on his chest? Why can’t I move it? “I’m done. Let me go.”
“You won’t change your mind about quitting?”
“No.”
His fingers tangle into my hair, dragging me closer. “Then why would I let you go?”
Both of my hands have now found the wall of his chest, and I intend to push him away, but I just . . . don’t. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? Finding out if you taste as good as I think you do.” And then his lips are on mine, his tongue licking seductively into my mouth, sending erotic sensations spiraling through my body. I tell myself this is insanity. To push away. We barely know each other. I don’t even like him. Except I know it’s a lie. I know that in the short time we’ve known each other, every shared moment, every mutual look, every touch and tangled word exchange, has been leading to this.
Another lick of his tongue and I am unable to hold back a moan or the desperate need to be closer to him. I arch forward, desperate to feel him against me. Desperate to have him naked and touching me. Me touching him. Desperate to be naked and have him inside me. He is a drug, a wicked, wonderful drug that will finally be the end of my sanity if I allow him to be.
That idea sends a burst of panic and adrenaline through me, and I shove at his chest. “Stop. We can’t.”
His mouth leaves mine, and I am one part relief, one part painful need to pull him back. “Why?” he demands, and his voice is rough, affected.
“You’re my boss.”
“You quit.”
“Right. Which means I leave now.”
“You want to leave?”
No. “Yes.”
His eyes darken to deep pools of green fire and stormy torment, telling me he knows this is a mistake. He knows. I know. Why are we still here? “Tell me you really mean that and I’ll let you go,” he vows. “But just know this: If you stay, I absolutely will fuck you senseless and then do it again.”
“I . . . you . . . we can’t . . .”
“We can. I’m going to kiss you now, Kali.”
“Kali?” I whisper, unbelievably aroused by my name on his lips.
“Yes. Kali.” And then he is kissing me, his tongue caressing into my mouth, seeming to touch every intimate part of my body, stroking deep, and burning through me. Sensations roll through me, teasing my senses, torturing me with how much I want him and how wrong I know this is. But then his hand caresses my backside, pulling me closer, hard against his hips, his thick erection pressed to my belly, and I can’t remember why exactly it’s wrong. I am lost. Lost in him. Lost in what I feel, and I don’t want to let anything else in. Not the past. Not the last few hours. I don’t care anymore.
I wrap my arms around his neck, crushing my breasts to his chest, and gasp as he tears his mouth from mine. Then he is staring at me, searching my face for something I don’t understand. And I don’t know what he sees, or what he finds, but his eyes soften, and he strokes the hair from my face. “I was right. One kiss isn’t even close to enough.” His mouth comes down on mine again, and my fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, holding on to him, willing him not to stop. This time the kiss is deeper, a dark demand that I answer willingly, eagerly, my tongue stroking against his.
Suddenly his fingers wrap my waist and he lifts me, setting me down on the wooden dining room table, spreading my legs to step between them.
“What are you doing?”
He reaches up and tugs on the front zipper of my dress. “Undressing you.”
A moment of clarity comes to me, and I grab his hand. “You need to know this changes nothing. I’m still furious about today. I don’t even know if I like you.”
“But you want me. That’s a start.”
He tugs on my zipper and I don’t stop him, my hands going to the table, trying to stabilize myself, though I’m not sure that is possible. This man is shoving my bra down and ravishing my breasts with a hot inspection that makes my sex clench and my thighs ache.
“I . . .” I pant, and forget what I was going to say. He’s cupping my breasts, pressing them together, and stroking my nipples with his thumbs.
“You what?”
“I don’t know.”
He nudges me backward. “Let me try to figure it out,” he offers, lowering his head, his dark hair tickling my chin, his tongue flicking against my nipple, sending darts of pleasure through me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting for sanity, but his mouth closes down over one of my nipples, sucking deeply, and I am arching my back, offering myself to him. Silently begging him for more. It’s just been so long, I tell myself. So very long since someone touched me like this. So long since I felt like a woman. This isn’t me radiating toward men who like to hurt me. This isn’t me torturing myself. It’s him torturing me in all the right ways.
My hands go to his hair, but he slips away, going down on a knee and caressing my dress up my thighs. “Now I’m going to officially apologize for what happened today,” he vows.
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The warmth of Thanksgiving gives a dedicated reporter and a powerful businessman a chance to count their blessings in this tender, sensual novella from Lisa Renee Jones.
Kali Miller has spent three years reporting fluff stories for a small-town Texas paper, waiting for the opportunity to pen the article that will launch her career to new heights. That dream has never felt further away when she suddenly finds herself out of work, forced to take a job as an executive secretary at a Las Vegas casino. But that’s exactly where Kali meets the subject of what will surely be a shocking exposé: her boss, Damion Ward, the casino’s arrogant and undeniably sexy CEO.
Watching Damion make his cold, calculating business maneuvers, Kali is positive she’s doing the right thing. But after Damion invites her to help him plan a Thanksgiving charity event, Kali begins to see another side of the man. And when she surrenders to the exhilarating tension that’s been simmering between them since day one, Kali becomes part of her own story, which she hopes will have a happy ending.
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(click on pic for full view) Meet the author New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.
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Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.
Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at on her website and she is active on twitter and facebook daily.
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We love Angela Graham and S.E. Hall and these two amazing authors have come together once again to give us the conclusion to the hilarious, laugh out novella Handled and in HANDLED 2 features the loud, sexy as hell Vaughn, trucker with hot abs and a dirty mouth. Read an except from Handled 1 & 2 and be sure to one-click this Erotic Quickie Novella!
To celebrate, the release of Handled 2, Angela and S.E. Hall have graciously offered ONE LUCKY Winner signed paperbacks of Handled, 1& 2 Packaged, and Stirred up! Good Luck & Enjoy! Excerpt Of course this is how it goes!
When I escape outside like an immature brat, everything's fine. When I come to help carry wood, I die. Such is the Book of Paige, an ironic tragedy.
"Listen to me," he says determinedly. "You're out of time. I need you to trust me, Paige. Just this once, baby, please." It's the absolute terror in his voice that wins me over, claiming me fully before I even notice the fear in his watery eyes as well. "Very, very slowly, bend your knees, and get down on your stomach. All your weight, flat and even, gentle, but at once. Got it?"
"Yeah," I croak, trembling uncontrollably as I follow his exact directions. Wow, so this is what it feels like to hand control over to another person, sharing your load, risking disappointment and hurt on the off chance of gaining better, greatness even?
It's new and not completely unbearable.  Nothing makes my cock stand at attention like my lil' Firecracker.
She thinks she can hide behind that sharp tongue and those succulent pink lips, but it only makes her taste all the sweeter.
I can't get enough...if only she could say the same.
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| Excerpt: Meet Vaughn “Shhhh.” He winks then points to the ceiling. My room is dark, but enough morning light’s filtering its way through the window that I distinctly catch the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
This morning they’re a steely blue, like jeans that started dark and got washed a million times.
I’m forced to break my stare when my ears finally communicate the racket above us to my brain.
“Oh my God!”
I gasp, eyes popped wide and jaw dropped.
“You weren’t kidding.” I lie down on my back, hands folded over my stomach, and stare up.
“It’s like, six in the morning!” I whisper shout.
“They love morning sex,” he explains, then turns his attention to me. “As do I.” He scoots flush against my side, a very large erection gouging into my hip as he buries his face in my hair.
“Yes, yes, yesssss!” my cousin—my book reading, cat loving, always blushes and wears her hair in a bun cousin—wails from above. I cringe in humiliation for her. It’s kickass she’s finally getting some, but I doubt the whole building cares to celebrate with them. “Why aren’t you in her bed? You know, the empty one down the hall?” I shove his head away, but he only grins and rests his forehead back against my cheek.
“I feel like I should warn you, I own a gun. And I’m an excellent shot.”  One lonely woman. One mysterious man. Not all secret admirers write poetry.
As intrigued and aroused as she is frightened and appalled by the continuous stream of profound-yet-perverse letters arriving in her office mailbox, shy wallflower Amelia Hill, thinks she’s going insane. Notes turn to text messages, luring her to meet the elusive stranger in a room as dark and hidden as his intentions. Once there, Amelia realizes gut instincts should be heard louder than the deceptive call of temptation.
Will one night be enough, or too much?
|  Certain men. Certain professions. Some things are just universally sexy.
But maybe not quite this sexy...
"Lay back for me."
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(click on picture for full view) Meet the authors  S.E. Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 4 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing. She's also being clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside!
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|  I am happily married to my husband of five years, have three wonderful children and a beautiful feline companion that keeps me company during late night writing binges.
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It's an honor to spotlight C.J. Roberts and her amazing and powerful Dark Duet series. It's no secret that we're obsessed with this series... with Caleb, with James, Livvie, with Kid and with the unbelievably disturbing, beautifully dark, rip your gut and heart out, scorching romance. CJ Roberts bared her soul, took a risk, & wrote about an unconventional captive love story before it became a hugely popular story-line with cult-like followings.
Haven't read the Dark Duet yet? The exciting news is that CJ Roberts is publishing a DARK DUET Platinum Edition! A fabulous chance for new readers & a great collector's item for fanatics. This new edition includes Determined to Obey-- a novella for Kid... yes, we said it, KID! and Felipe, Celia and tons go bonus scenes. We had the pleasure of reading an advance copy of Determined to Obey and we can't wait for you to read about the mysterious young man who intrigued so many Dark Duet readers. Kid's thoughts were provocative, heart-breaking, and achingly vulnerable. CJ Roberts will push your boundaries again like only she can. You will get chills, you'll experience discomfort, but you will love every sick, hot, and twisted moment. We wanted to protect Kid, do really bad things to Kid, and give him all the love in the world.If you haven't read this series yet, CJ Roberts is generously giving away SIGNED copies of the Dark Duet Platinum Edition, Bonus Materials, and Insidious by Aleatha Romig. Scroll down to enter and be sure to join an epic Release Day Party on October 29. We'll be there with fun & sexy goodies. ;) “Such a sweet boy.” Felipe kisses the boy’s sweaty head and runs his come stained fingers though his mussed strands. He is completely unsurprised by the way Kid leans into the possessive touches. It’s obvious what the younger man has been missing and Felipe intends to give it to him. And if Felipe takes what he craves from him in return, well, he supposes it’s only as it should be.
- Determined to Obey, Dark Duet Platinum Edition by CJ Roberts Join CJ Roberts, amazing authors, and TRSoR on October 29th for an epic release event!
Don't miss out: click HERE to join the Facebook Event  For the first time ever ALL the BESTSELLING BOOKS in the DARK DUET series are available in one complete set.
The Platinum Edition also includes:
1) The NEW 30,000 word novella DETERMINED TO OBEY, featuring secondary characters Kid, Felipe, and Celia.
2) Eight scorching-hot fan-written Dark Duet short stories hand-selected by the author.
3) CJ's favorite interviews & Reviews
Over 1300 pages of content for a fraction of the combined individually priced books in the series and bonus content.
CAPTIVE IN THE DARK (BOOK 1):
Caleb is a man with a singular interest in revenge. Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery by a power-hungry mobster, he has thought of nothing but vengeance. For twelve years he has immersed himself in the world of pleasure slaves searching for the one man he holds ultimately responsible. Finally, the architect of his suffering has emerged with a new identity, but not a new nature. If Caleb is to get close enough to strike, he must become the very thing he abhors and kidnap a beautiful girl to train her to be all that he once was.
Eighteen-year-old Olivia Ruiz has just woken up in a strange place. Blindfolded and bound, there is only a calm male voice to welcome her. His name is Caleb, though he demands to be called Master. Olivia is young, beautiful, naïve and willful to a fault. She has a dark sensuality that cannot be hidden or denied, though she tries to accomplish both. Although she is frightened by the strong, sadistic, and arrogant man who holds her prisoner, what keeps Olivia awake in the dark is her unwelcome attraction to him.
SEDUCED IN THE DARK (BOOK 2):
What is the price of redemption?
Rescued from sexual slavery by a mysterious Pakistani officer, Caleb carries the weight of a debt that must be paid in blood.
The road has been long and fraught with uncertainty, but for Caleb and Livvie, it’s all coming to an end.
Can he surrender the woman he loves for the sake of vengeance?
Or will he make the ultimate sacrifice?
EPILOGUE: THE DARK DUET (BOOK 3):
It didn’t happen exactly as Livvie said. She’s been very kind to me in the retelling of our story. The truth is far more…complicated.
"She was the instrument of his revenge,
His way of reaching his mark.
His Kitten,
His captive in the dark."
- Captive in the Dark by CJ Roberts  DETERMINED to OBEY is being published independently at the request of thousands of fans who already own CAPTIVE in the DARK, SEDUCED in the DARK, and EPILOGUE: THE DARK DUET--known together as the DARK DUET SERIES.
DETERMINED to OBEY was written as part of the bonus material for DARK DUET: PLATINUM EDITION (Featuring Determined to Obey) and not meant to be read as a stand alone. However, it is possible to enjoy it as such if one prefers.
WARNING: 18+ ONLY. VERY FRANK LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC SEXUALITY AND COERCION. DO NOT READ IF MALE/MALE BOTHERS YOU! YOU ARE WARNED
Synopsis:
The character “Kid” appears in both Captive in the Dark and Seduced in the Dark.
This novella takes place in Mexico and follows Kid after he and his girlfriend, Nancy, are taken hostage by a group of men led by Caleb. Unbeknownst to Kid or Nancy, they are taken to the mansion of Felipe Villanueva, an eccentric crime boss with a taste for the taboo.
Wrongfully accused by Nancy of the attempted rape and subsequent assault of Caleb’s escaped captive, “Kitten”, Kid is tortured by his captors.
We join Kid in the dungeon, where he is about to meet Felipe and his companion Celia for the first time…
Dark Duet Book Summaries & Purchase Links "Caleb didn’t know anything about love, or loving anyone, but he knew Livvie, was his. He owned her. He possessed her and he knew, with everything he was, he couldn’t give her away."
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Book Four: UNBROKEN HART
Book Five: MISSING HART
Broken Hart Excerpt Raising my eyes to him, I checked to see if he was noticing what was happening, only to find his eyes blazing back into mine. The look he gave me was pure combustible heat, and it left me with absolutely no doubt that he felt whatever was happening too.
He shook his head as though he was trying to clear it, and returned to massaging as I closed my eyes and tried to process what the hell was happening—and my reaction to it. When he rubbed the arch of my foot again, I couldn’t help it, and I moaned. My eyes snapped open, and I prayed that maybe he hadn’t heard me.
His hand slid from the arch of my foot up to my left ankle as his other hand gripped my right ankle. Using my ankles as leverage, he jerked me toward him. I wasn’t dumb and I knew what that meant. Clearly, he had heard me. I was trying to process all of that as he bent forward and kissed first one knee, then the other.
I took a shocked breath and my jaw dropped as I stared at the top of his head. Raising his eyes to mine, Dante asked, “Rina. I want this. Do you?”
The line was shockingly easy to cross.
Looking him straight in the eye I answered honestly and without hesitation. “Yes. God, yes.” Loving Hart Excerpt He looked gorgeous, as always, and I struggled to remember to breathe for a minute. He works out like a mad man, and his body is to die for. After giving me a kiss and a hug, Spence escorted me into his living room. Taking a spot on his couch, I smiled when he took the seat at the other end.
“What’s up angel? What do you need?”
I’d already decided not to beat around the bush, so I dove right in. “Don't flip out. I’m here because I need to kiss you again, and I want you to give me my first orgasm. It's time.”
I paused when he gasped, and I could see that he was going to argue with me. “Shush Spence. Listen to me before you say no.”
He nodded tersely, so at least I knew he was listening.
“I'm a virgin, and we both know I'm saving it for you."
The look on his face was a mixture of shock, discomfort and arousal. "Jesus, Delilah, shoot straight much? That's… I mean… I don't know what the fuck to even say."
"You can cut the crap and admit that you've known all along that I was waiting for you. I don't mind waiting, not that I'm going to sit on my ass forever, but before I start taking care of my needs myself, I want you to get me there. I want all my firsts to happen with you."
"Oh, fuck. I don't even…"
Holding up my hand, I told him to hush. "You can run from everyone else Spencer Cross, but you'll never be able to run from me. I know you want this and you've wanted it for a long time. You’ve been waiting for me to come to you again. Well, here I am. Someday, you'll have all of me. Until you're ready to take that step, I'm asking you to give me this."
I saw the exact moment that he accepted what I’d said as being true, and I knew he was going to do it. His eyes were like a firestorm when he looked at me. "If this is what you really want angel, then yes. You’re right. I want to give it to you. Tell me how you want me to do this."
Standing, I took his hand in mine as I started walking toward his bedroom. I walked fast, letting go of his hands when we got in so that I could throw myself on his bed. After enjoying a little bounce, I propped myself on my elbow and stared at him as he stood over the bed.
"You can start by kissing me. How it goes from there is up to you."
Missing Hart Excerpt Turning on my heel I ran for the door, desperate to be away from him. I swung it open at the same moment he reached a hand out and slammed it. Pivoting, I glared up at him. “What the hell are you doing? You can’t let go of the past and I’m done being your fucking punching bag. What do you want?”
Pushing me roughly against the door he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me against him.
“You! Goddammit, I fucking want you.”
We met each other halfway, mouths smashing against each other in a kiss so intense that it was painful. My body went up in flames, the blood in my veins flowing hot for him. Our hands collided as we started ripping at each other’s clothes. He bunched my skirt up to my waist and tore my panties off as I struggled to get his jeans open. Finally I succeeded, reaching in and pulling his massively swollen erection out of his jeans and positioning it right at my center, marveling out how wet I was as I drenched his swollen head with my arousal.
With one hard thrust, he was in so deep that it hurt. After not being penetrated for four years, he filled me to capacity and then some. I screamed out in ecstasy and clawed at his shirt as his hips pumped into me at warp speed. My back was banging against the door with every punishing thrust and I didn’t care. I felt him in every part of my body as he pounded in and out, our mouths smashed together as we kissed like two maniacs. We were a mess of teeth and tongue, the pain turning immediately into pleasure. Meet the author
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Here With Me by Heidi McLaughlin is LIVE! We had the pleasure of reading an advance copy and WOW, if you're looking for a story with Navy Seals that will make you FEEL, 1-click this one now. We loved this angsty, gut-wrenching, and powerful romance.
"I want to forget he's my brother and destroy him." Read an excerpt & enter to win a $5 Gift Card. Good Luck & Enjoy! Excerpt: Meet Evan “Why are you here today, Evan?”
I drop my leg and rub the spot where my ankle was resting. I adjust myself in the uncomfortable chair and clear my throat as my hands rub down my legs wiping away the sweat on my palms.
“Six years ago the love of my life told me we were having a baby. I asked her to marry me and left a few days later on what was supposed to be an easy mission. Each mission is different. We know this going in, but this is our job. It’s what we do and we do it proudly. I was told that I’d be home for the birth of the baby. They’d make sure of it and from prior experience, I knew they’d keep their word.”
Except someone didn’t.  Ryley Clarke has grown up with the military in her blood, with both parents serving their country. Ryley knows the risks of being married to the military. But when the unthinkable happens, and her future husband is killed in action, Ryley can barely survive... until Evan's twin brother, Nate, helps her pick up the pieces.
After serving on a special mission with the military for six years, Evan Archer returns home to find the unthinkable - the love of his life, Ryley Clarke - engaged to his brother, Nate. With Nate on deployment, Evan needs to figure out what happened in his absence, and more importantly, how to win Ryley back from the man he once considered his best friend, but now thinks of as his rival.
Meet the author Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.
Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell and two Parakeets.
During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she's writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting court-side during either daughter's basketball games.
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