Title: F*ck Club: Riley (Book One)
Author: Shiloh Walker |
Release Date: January 27th 2017
"The first rule of F*ck Club...we donât talk about it. We just do the job and get paid."
And Riley Steele did his job very well. Heâll be the first to admit that his current life isnât the one heâd foreseen. Itâs not even one he really wants, but after his parents died and he was left to care for two siblings and a mountain of debt, he was willing to do almost anything.
Now, after almost ten years of being paid to pleasure, heâs almost numb to itâ¦and to women.
That all changes with one phone call. Brianna Sharpe, the girl heâd loved as a boy, is leaving an abusive lover and needs someplace to hide.
Opening his home to Bree is easy. Protecting his heart is a different story. Sheâd completely shattered it once already. But Bree has changed and Riley wants to think there might be a chance. Only...what will she do when she discovers his secrets?
F*ck Club:Riley (Book One)
Text Copyright Â© 2016 Shiloh Walker
All Rights Reserved
âIs everything okay, Ry?â
The moonlight filtering in through the narrow slit in the curtains painted her skin with a soft, silvery light. Her eyes were darker than heâd ever seen them and he had to curl his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her.
âEverythingâs fine, Bree,â he lied.
Even to his own ears, the words sounded hollow.
âThen why arenât you talking to me? Why donât you seem to want to look at me anymore?â
She was trying to torture him.
Slowly, he reached out and skimmed the back of his fingers down her cheek, careful to keep the touch light.
âWeâre talking now. Iâm looking at you now.â
âAnd youâre ready to haul ass out of here,â she said, looking wounded.
âBecause if I donâtââ He snapped his jaw shut before the rest of the words could slip out, but heâd said too much already.
Her eyes widened. âIf you donât, what?â
âBree.â Her name came out a low rasp. âGo to bed, okay? Go in there with your son and go to sleep.â
âIâll go to bed when I damn well want.â She poked him in the chest with her finger. âHow about you answer me now?â
He caught her wrist.
She tugged, and reflexively, he tugged back harder.
She crashed against his chest and the warm, soft weight of her had him biting back a groan.
She splayed the fingers of her left hand against his chest. He could feel her pulse bounding madly against his thumb. Slowly, he stroked that rapid beat, staring into her eyes.
âEverythingâs wrong,â he said without thinking. âI canât even go into detail about most of it, but the worst thing is that youâre here and I canât touch you. I need you like I need my next breath. I always have. But youâre just as out of reach now as youâve been for the past ten years.â
He started to let her go, telling himself heâd lock himself in the bathroom for the next hour, maybe longer. Or maybe heâd just go back downstairs and sleep in the torture device of a chair.
But, although he let go of Breeâs hand, she didnât let go of him. The hand on his chest curled, fisting in his shirt and she moved closer.
âWho says you canât touch me? Who says Iâm out of reach?â
Her eyes lingered on his mouth and a groan rumbled out of him.
Coming February 20th
Amnesia, a Psychological Thriller
Dr. Jaxon Ray has only ever wanted one woman. He's loved her from afar since their Junior School days, worshiping the ground she walks on, intent on having her for his own when the time is right.
Amber St. George isn't interested in the trappings that come with her family's wealth. A simple life as a teacher at an underprivileged school, a comfortable home with her lover, and good friends; that's all she desires.
Once Jax decides it's time to take what's his, Amber finds herself at the mercy of a madman. A sociopath with access to the latest neurological advancements, who possesses the ability to use her own mind to keep her captive. Programmed to forget. Reprogrammed as her captor's perfect partner. Amber's left with medically-induced amnesia and no idea that she's in for the fight of her life.
When the people who know you're missing aren't on your side, and the love of your life has been led to believe that you've turned your back on him, is rescue possible? When you can't remember the real you, is escape even on the cards?
DISCLAIMER: This story contains triggering content and is not suitable for all readers, especially those under eighteen years of age.
On shaking legs, I make my way down the ornate staircase. Ever since I woke up in Jax’s bedroom, my mind has been racing a million miles an hour. What am I doing here?
A hell that I swore I’d never return to.
I press my palm against my forehead and squint my eyes, trying to get some answers out of my almost empty head. I know enough to recognise who I am and my current location. Apart from that, my mind feels like a dense cloud of nothingness.
As I descend further, voices become clearer. My father. My mother. Jax. His father. Sebastian. Oh my God, Seb is here. Without thought, or care for my protesting body, I run down the remainder of the steps and straight into Seb’s arms. His familiar embrace engulfs me, my entire weight falling against him as relief that I have one ally in this room hits me.
“Amby Pamby,” Seb rests his chin on the top of my head as he addresses me by the ridiculous nickname he gave me when we were kids. “It’s damn good to see you again.”
“Same.” The word leaves me in a rush, confusion wrapping around my answer with an urgent intensity.
Seb grabs me by the top of my arms and pulls me from his chest. He looks down at me with serious eyes that reside in a face that’s identical to his big brother’s, except for one glaring difference. His face is full of warmth and kindness, something that can never be said for Jax.
“What’s wrong?” He lets go of me with one hand and gestures around the room. “Apart from the obvious. What the hell are you doing here? You made your feelings about my brother very clear the day you disappeared from our lives like you’d never existed.”
My shoulders nearly touch my ear lobes when I shrug. “I don’t know. My memory’s gone.”
Jax clears his throat, stepping into my space and laying an arm across my shoulders. With obvious intent, he steers me away from Seb until I standing between him and my father. I send a searching look in Dad’s direction. He surprises me by meeting my silent questioning with a smile and an approving nod. I might not be able to remember much, but I know that this isn’t usual.
As I open my mouth to greet my parents, the last sentence that Seb said sinks in. I whirl around to face him. “What do you mean I disappeared from your lives?”
Jax cuts in before his brother can speak. “He’s talking out of his ass, like usual.”
He takes hold of my upper arms with a gentleness that isn’t mirrored in his tense expression. “Baby, you know what Seb’s like. He’s been enjoying himself immensely, using your amnesia to take liberties with our history.”
His fingers tighten around my biceps and he pulls me into his chest, tucking me under his chin and wrapping strong arms around me. “Why, just yesterday, he had you believing that you had run away from me to study abroad.”
The chuckle that rumbles in his chest sounds sincere and nobody in the foyer speaks up to deny what Jax has said. However, I can feel increased tension pervading the atmosphere when he addresses his brother. “Isn’t that right, Seb? You’re toying with my poor fiancée.”
I attempt to turn in Jax’s arms so I can see Seb’s face. The arms that hold me turn from strong and comforting to constricting in an instant. I’m effectively pinned against my fiancé’s chest, and left to rely on my hearing to determine the sincerity in his brother’s answer.
“Yeah.” A dry laugh fills the foyer. “I’m just messing with you.”
Warm breath blows over the top of my head as Jax lets out the breath that I realise he was holding. He releases his hold on me, just before Seb pats my shoulder. I turn to my childhood friend—and apparent brother-in-law-to-be—and poke him in the stomach.
“You’re so mean.” My tone is deliberately light, although my gaze is serious when I meet his eyes. “Maybe, you can tell me the truth instead? Fill in the blanks.”
Seb’s eyes widen. He looks at the floor and shuffles his feet. “I don’t know if that’s possible. Memories are subjective. Depends who’s telling the story, doesn’t it?”
He doesn’t wait for my answer to his cryptic response. Pushing past Jax, he throws an arm over my shoulder and stokes my hair before laying a kiss on the top of my head. Then, he glares at his big brother and strides toward the front door. As the butler closes it behind his retreating figure, a sense of familiarity tugs at the edges of my mind and a recollection breaks free.
I’m lying on my bathroom floor, naked and crying, when a teenage Seb pushes the door open and rushes into the vast, tiled room. He drops to his knees next to me, pulling an extra towel from the rail above us, and draping it over my shoulders. With a strength that he shouldn’t possess at his young age, he picks me up and sits me in his lap.
“I hate him.”
A shaky hand strokes the back of my head, fingers tangling lightly in my knotted hair, and he whispers, “I know, Amby Pamby. He’s evil. But, I don’t know how to stop him. Maybe if you try to forget what he’s done, you won’t feel so bad. Grandpa always says that memories are subjective because it depends on who’s telling the story. I guess that means that we can get rid of the bad ones if we try hard enough to forget. After all, our life is our story.”
The words from my memory are so similar to the one’s that Seb just said, that a sense of déjà vu grips me, and I slap my hand over my mouth. Jax returns his attention to me. I stare at him through disbelieving eyes and try to really take him in.
On the surface, he looks stressed and concerned. Like a worried fiancé should. Except, the anxiety doesn’t seem to come from true concern, it’s an act. As if, he knows it’s expected of him, so he’s providing it.
Seb’s strange departure—and the memory it shook free—has a million questions running around my head, rattling against my skull, demanding answers. Self-preservation screams louder than my confusion. It drowns out my need for an explanation; instead, cautioning me that the people in this room aren’t trustworthy.
With this warning at the forefront of my thoughts, I let Jax take my arm in his, and lead me to toward the formal lounge. My acquiescence has the tension in his athletic frame lessening with each step until the smile that I send his way has it disappearing completely. We settle next to each other onto one of the ornate love seats. My parents sit directly across from us, and Henry, Jax and Seb’s dad, sits on the single seat next to me. A hushed reverence fills the room, making me forget my immediate problems. It feels like someone has died.
“Amber-Rose,” my father addresses me by my full name. It sends shivers down my spine, the prickling sensation growing into apprehension. Jax takes my closest hand and places it in his lap. He runs warm fingers across the pulse point in my wrist. It calms me; removing my doubts about him, and replacing them with a sensual lick of desire that has me trying my hardest not to press my thighs together and squirm in front of my parents.
If it didn’t feel so delicious, it would be humiliating in its intensity.
A smirk lifts the corner of Jax’s full lips, signalling that he knows what he’s doing to me. I try to tug my hand from his grip, stopping when his tightened hold tells me that he’s not going to let me go. A devious glint can be seen in his expression, moments before he increases the pace of his soft ministrations. The answering ripple of desire that runs through my body almost drowns out the words that leave my father’s mouth next.
“After we attend Charles’ funeral this afternoon, we need to sit down and hammer out the fine details of your prenup. You’ve had enough time to get on board with this. It’s time to seal the deal and join our families.” My mind sticks on the first part of Dad’s declaration, not comprehending the enormity of his final sentence.
Charles’ funeral? The only Charles I can remember is my Uncle Charlie. My dad’s younger brother. I look at my mother for the first time, noticing the strain around her eyes and the tight line of her lips. She doesn’t even attempt to smile at me, the sorrow that’s painted on her face all the confirmation I need.
“Uncle Charlie’s dead?”
“Yesterday,” Jax answers without pausing. “He was shot in front of you. Don’t you remember?”
Grief is causing my heart to pound in my ears. It’s almost deafening; yet, it doesn’t drown out the mocking in Jax’s voice. My shoulder hits his when I swing around to face him. The devious desire that filled his expression moments ago has been replaced by a challenge.
Why he’s looking at me like that, I don’t know. But, it’s not right.
My eyesight fades, darkness taking hold as what Jax said circles my addled brain.
He was shot in front of you.
Don’t you remember?
Voices fill my head, competing for dominance with the wild rush of remembrance that’s flooding me.
Jax. Uncle Charlie. Xander.
He’s my fiancé. My real fiancé.
No, he’s not. Jax is.
No Xander, my fiancé was there.
To save me.
There’s an argument. Uncle Charlie yells at Jax.
A loud bang. Jax shoots my uncle in front of me.
Don’t you remember?
“I remember.” The words leave my lips before I can stop them. My ever-present self-preservation stops me from verbalising exactly what it is that I remember. Jax nods, taking my hands in his, squeezing them painfully.
“That’s good, baby.” He murmurs this against my hair, then stands and lifts me into the air. “That means you know what I’m capable of and you’re scared. I like that. Except if you remember, then you know what I did to you, and that’s not good.”
My body sways when Jax starts walking. My hands push against his chest in a ridiculous protest. I don’t have any allies here so escape is futile. My body recognises this, a leaden feeling of surrender overcoming me. The fight leaves me. My head dropping against Jax’s shoulder.
“Amber needs another dose,” he announces to the room just before we cross the threshold into the foyer and head for the stairs.
“Whatever it takes to keep her under control,” my dad answers.
“The finishing line is too close for this fall apart now.” Henry sounds stern when he comments. “If it does, we’re all ruined.”
His strange choice of words piques my curiosity and I try to force my mind to provide the answer to my newest question.
How do I make this fall apart so I can ruin them all?
Wife to a Harley riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke.
Mum to two crazy, adorable, and creative kids.
Crohn's Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner.
She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80's/90's rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.
Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn's Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the "real" world where she hangs out with her awesome family and "book" world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.
Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren't perfect and aren't afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat- be it with suspense, heart-stopping thrills, or laughter.
Thatâs a word Bailey Winsor knows well, having endured it since she was a child from the people who were supposed to protect her. Just when her life appears normal, something Bailey has never experienced, she meets a man and falls in love.
Love can be deceiving.
Bailey jumps from the frying pan that was her childhood and into the burning bowels of hell, which is her sick and twisted husband. Itâs hopeless. Suffering more years of abuse, Bailey eventually realizes she has no choice but to run.
Forced to stop in a small town in Ohio, Bailey encounters a town full of people that welcomes her with open arms, especially Jaxon Walker, the tattooed and pierced local bar owner. Bailey has secrets sheâs unwilling to reveal. Jaxon senses her fear and refuses to give up trying to discover them.
Will Bailey be brave enough and learn to trust Jaxon with her deepest secrets? Will Jaxon be strong enough to protect Bailey when her past comes knocking at her door?
Enduring the ultimate betrayal on her eighteenth birthday by the one person she loves most in the world, Mia Walker is no longer the innocent, sweet young woman she used to be. She is now cold and hard, letting no one get close to her heart, except family.
Mackai (Mac) Weston sees the changes in Mia on a daily basis. He knows he is the reason Mia is now the way she is. Never given the chance to explain what really happened that night so long ago, Mac is determined to make Mia finally listen and reclaim what was always his.
When the truth finally comes out, danger shows its ugly face. There are people in Jaded Hollow who do not want Mac and Mia together. They are willing to do whatever it takes to keep them apart.
Will Mac be strong enough to overcome temptation, even when the odds are against him? Will Mia forgive Mac when she realizes things werenât what they seemed ten years ago?
Andrew Donovan is the outrageous goofy guy everyone loves. In any setting he takes center stage and makes everyone laugh; from his ridiculously funny t-shirts, to his naughty jokes, to his shameless flirting with anything that walks, male or female. But what you see on the outside can sometimes be deceiving. Andrew has a secret. A secret thatâs slowly withering away the fun-loving guy everyone knows. A secret even his closest friends know nothing about.
When he first sees Jase in a picture, he knows instantly heâs found the one person who will be his forever. Heâs just impatiently biding his time until Jase gets to Jaded Hollow. Andrew is torn. On one hand, heâs finally found the other half of his soul, while on the other, heâs slowly dying inside. Tragedy is on the horizon and thereâs nothing he can do to stop it.
Jase Matthews comes to Jaded Hollow a dead man walking. He knows itâs only a matter of time before they find him. There is no way theyâll let him live. Heâs instantly drawn to Andrew, but he refuses the connection, knowing his days are numbered. However, itâs not long before he realizes the pull Andrew has on him is something he canât fight.
Can Andrew find the courage to reveal to his loved ones the secret heâs kept for years? Will Jase be the man to help him overcome the grief he feels inside? And what happens when Jaseâs past catches up to him and threatens to take away the man Andrewâs waited forever to meet?
What do you do when you lose the single most important thing in your life? You grieve. You sink so deep in a hole, you can no longer see the top. All you see is dark. Your life becomes dull and dreary. You withdraw from your friends, lash out at the ones youâre closest to, and become so absorbed in your pain, you feel the only way out is to end it permanently. Your heart no longer pumps properly and you can never get enough air in your lungs. You drink, you neglect your health, and you rent dirty hotel rooms with the sole purpose of ending your pain in them. Guilt eats at you for not being at the one place you were needed the most. And you become angry because you were left behind.
Or at least, thatâs what I did. Until she came alongâ¦.
Chris, the bane of my existence. Sheâs always there in the background, watching me, trying to âbe thereâ for me. I donât want her help. I donât need her to butt in where sheâs not wanted. I just want to be left alone in my grief. But sheâs not giving up, even when I throw insult after insult her way. Every time I turn around, there she is. And whatâs worse, sheâs starting to make me want things. Things I never thought I could have again. Sheâs making me forget the pain and bringing color back into my life with her fiery red hair, bright green eyes, and the silly faces she makes at herself in the mirror. But what happens if I let her in? Could I be brave enough to open myself up, knowing the possibility of having it snatched away again? Once I know the feeling of touching Chris, of having her heart and soul blend with mine, I would never survive losing that.
Can I take the chance of her being my savior, even knowing that she could also be the one to push me over the edge of self-destruction?
Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home, her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didnât. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her, she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at email@example.com.
Series: Sinners of Saints #0.5
Author: L.J Shen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
My name is Melody Greene, and I have a confession to make.
I slept with my student, a senior in high school.
I had multiple orgasms.
In multiple positions.
I slept with my student and I enjoyed it.
I slept with my student and I’d do it all over again if I could turn back time.
My name is Melody Greene, and I got kicked out of my position as a teacher and did my walk of shame a la Cersei Lannister from the principal’s office, minutes after said principal threatened to call the cops on me.
My name is Melody Greene, and I did something bad because it made me feel good.
Here is why it was totally worth it.
Defy is a smutty, insta-love, insta-lust short novella. Defy is a prequel to Vicious (Sinners of Saint #1). It is recommended, but unnecessary, to read Defy before reading Vicious.
Her passion is to write badass stories, sushi, UFC and her awesome family and friends (not in this order, though. Obviously, sushi comes before writing. Oh, and also the family part.)
She spend the first half of her twenties traveling the world and is now paying all the fun with extra shifts in front of her MacBook. Feel free to contact her on her Facebook page. She loves to hear from her readers.
The cover and blurb for THE CASTLE by Skye Warren is here!
I’m safe in the ivory tower Gabriel Miller made for me. That’s what he says. Enemies lurk outside, waiting to strike. An army of enemies held back by these walls. Except some animal instinct warns me the danger is much closer. It’s already here. Is Gabriel Miller my protector or my enemy? Is this house a castle or a cage? There’s nowhere for me to go, no one left for me to trust. No escape from a past determined to capture its prize. Praise for the Endgame series: “Sinfully sexy and darkly beautiful, The Pawn will play games with your heart and leave you craving more!” – Laura Kaye, New York Times bestselling author “Edgy, provocative and deeply erotic, The Pawn is one of my top reads of the year! Skye Warren brings you a sensual battle of wills guaranteed to leave you gasping by the end.” – Elle Kennedy, New York Times bestselling author “Positively sinful, and outrageously sexy! Emotions run high and readers will be left gasping.” – Lisa Renee Jones, New York Times bestselling author
About the Author: Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat. Contact Skye: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/
On Tour with LK Collins
Dates: January 25th â 27th 2017
Author: LK Collins | @authorlkcollins
We are so honored to bring to you the Tour for LK Collins. Some titles you may know and love however our hope is that you will fall in love and discover some new titles as well! LK Collins loves hearing from their fans so make sure to stop by any of their Social Media Sites and let them know your thoughts. Without further ado â¦
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LIFE, DESTINY, FATE SERIES
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Fatalism (Life. Destiny. Fate., #1)
Alexa Schaefer has been through more pain and hurt in her life than your average twenty-eight year old. She protects her heart by controlling everything around her and living her life according to a strict set of rules. For years, she has lived behind a wall, not allowing anyone into her heart. That is, until she meets Vincent, a man she can't get out of her head no matter what she tells herself.
On the outside, Vincent Mileski appears to be a confident, no nonsense attorney. A prodigy in the field of law, he has just won the biggest case of his career. Needing out of the spotlight, Vincent moves back to his home state of Colorado to get some time alone to heal from a previous betrayal. He hasnât had a woman turn his head in years, that is, until he meets Alexa. After only knowing her name and the sweet taste of her kiss, she is torn from his arms.
Will fate bring these two back together, or will they spend an eternity searching?
Determinism (Life. Destiny. Fate., #2)
At what point do you stop fighting the events that have long been premeditated by the course of fate?
Cara Savannah falls fast and falls hard, she always has. The problem is, the guys she falls for.
They aren't interested in anything more than a one night stand. Finally, fed up with the years of heartache and lack of meaningful relationshipâs she vows to turn over a new leaf.
Cara is going let love take a backseat and focus on herself, most importantlyâno more tattooed bad boys. But how long can she manage to evade what her heart has necessitated for her?
Abel Mileski is every bit your typical bad boy on the exterior. Lifeâs left him broken and jaded. After years of meaningless sex with girls only seeing him for his good looks and tattoos, he sees no value within himself. Ready for a change he shuts down his desires and immerses himself in his career.
Heâs not prepared when fate intervenes. Caraâs not fazed by his ink and when he tries to charm her, he failsâ¦ Stunned by her instant dislike of him, he is determined to find out why.
After months of sexual tension, they make a decision that will forever change their lives. Will that decision be what ultimately wrecks them or brings them back together?
Essentialism (Life. Destiny. Fate., #3)
Some secrets can destroyâ¦
Bridgette Schaefer has been through more in her twenty-two years of life than most people survive in a lifetime. Finally, she can see the light at the end of the tunnel and control is within her grasp. With a fresh start ahead, thereâs nothing but blank pages to be filled. Unfortunately, a lie by omission quickly weaves itself into a dangerous web of half-truths. As she battles between right and wrong, she discovers that sometimes there is only defeat when it comes to matters of desire.
While others can set you freeâ¦
Troy Sorano has one rule â no lies. Yet heâs spent years hiding behind a well-placed mask, forced to hide who he yearns to be. On the outside heâs confident, fun, and sexy-as-sin, but thereâs so much more hidden within. When fate intervenes, he canât help but wonder if Bridgette could be the one to accept him for who he is. As he struggles through his fear of rejection, he discovers heâs not the only one hiding the truth.
Can Bridgette and Troy find what is essential for their happiness before itâs too late?
THE KNIGHT will be here on TUESDAY! One-Click today! “You know that feeling you get when you don't want a book to end? Every one of Skye Warren's books is like that for me. The Knight is no different. Masterful story-weaving pulls you in but it's the characters that truly hold you captive. Intriguing and page-turning, the Knight delivers with a powerful punch.” – USA TODAY bestselling author K.L. Kreig
The power of pleasure…Gabriel Miller took everything from me. My family. My innocence. My home. The only thing I have left is the determination to get back what’s mine. He thinks he’s beaten me. He thinks he’s won. What he doesn’t realize is that every pawn has the chance to become a queen. And the game has only just begun. THE KNIGHT is book two in the Endgame series from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love.
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Blurb:"Sinfully sexy and darkly beautiful, The Pawn will play games with your heart and leave you craving more!" - Laura Kaye, New York Times bestselling author The price of survival... Gabriel Miller swept into my life like a storm. He tore down my father with cold retribution, leaving him penniless in a hospital bed. I quit my private all-girl's college to take care of the only family I have left. There's one way to save our house, one thing I have left of value. My virginity. A forbidden auction... Gabriel appears at every turn. He seems to take pleasure in watching me fall. Other times he's the only kindness in a brutal underworld. Except he's playing a deeper game than I know. Every move brings us together, every secret rips us apart. And when the final piece is played, only one of us can be left standing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * THE PAWN is a full-length contemporary novel from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love. It's the first book in the brand new ENDGAME series.
About the Author:Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.
My life changed in the span of twenty-four hours. My family had tried their best to make my world as familiar as possible yet something about their touch and words always felt wrong. Only in my dreams, in the arms of the amber-eyed stranger, I found solace. Until the Pakhan of Bratva showed up, claiming I belonged to him.
Rosa Giovani became mine. Only I’d failed to protect her from the evil neither of us expected. Pakhan of Bratva lost the desire to keep his sanity intact and settled in the darkness, so consuming he never wanted to come back from it. Until we could meet again, I vowed to destroy everyone and everything in my wake for shattering our hearts.
Warning: It is necessary to read first Pakhan’s Rose, before starting Pakhan’s Salvation. This book concludes the Pakhan Duet series.
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V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her mama over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn't happen.
Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it.
When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.
Blog Tour Dates: January 19th â February 2nd 2017
Title: Consumed Series
Author: Abigail M | @AuthorAbigailM
Genre: Romantic Suspense
PART ONE: CONSUMED BY REVENGE December 28th 2016
PART TWO: CONSUMED BY DECEPTION January 11th 2017
PART THREE: CONSUMED BY SECRETS UNCOVERED January 25th 2017
Part One: Consumed by Revenge
Jake Unexpected. Damaged. I was consumed by revenge. No room for anything else. Not even herâ¦ Aspen Shattered. Heartbroken. So many secrets. I needed to be consumed by him. I wasâ¦
Part Two: Consumed by Deception
Jake My only mission was to earn back Aspenâs trust. In helping her, I lead her down a track neither of us ever expected. I just hope she remembers not to kill the messenger. Me. Aspen Jake is persistent. A trait that comes in handy when helping me to uncover the motives behind the kidnapping. How can my savior, my defender, my protector, be consumed in so much deception?
Part Three: Consumed by Secrets Uncovered
Jake Watching Aspenâs whole life implode is one of the hardest things I have ever done. But I canât be near her. Not now I know who she is. Aspen The hits just keep coming. I am not sure I will survive any more secrets uncovered. And when my whole world collapses, who is left?
PART ONE: CONSUMED BY REVENGE
PART TWO: CONSUMED BY DECEPTION
PART THREE: CONSUMED BY SECRETS UNCOVERED
Consumed by Revenge
Text Copyright Â© 2016 Abigail M.
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CONSUMED BY REVENGE (Consumed #1)
Jake had noticed Aspen when she first walked in and taken a seat at the bar. Hard to miss her. And obviously by the familiar way she acted with the bartender, she was a regular. He knew that the gym ownerâs sister worked at the gym he was applying for a job at; he just hadnât known she looked like this. Her dark curls fell down to her waist begging for his hands to run through them. Her waist flared out to hips and long legs that made his mouth water. And tonight, seeing the curls ripple down her back as she threw back shots, had him imagining them spread across his bed, his chest, hisâ¦.... Letting out a moan, Jake closed his eyes and willed his body to cease
betraying him. Once under control, he chanced a glance towards her again. POW! Aspen had turned on her stool and was now staring straight at him with those green eyes that missed not a thing. Her lips were turned up at the corners as she raised the shot glass towards him, then tipped back her head and sculled. He watched the way her throat worked and knew without a doubt, he had not a chance in this world of keeping his hands off of her.
Consumed by Deception
Title: Before the Lie
Series: The Confession Duet Book #1
Author: KD Robichaux
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 24
It was love at first sight.
Not just for me, but for Corbin as well.
Our eyes locked across the room, and that was all she wrote.
But we didn’t rush things.
We wanted to do it right.
After all, we would spend the rest of our lives together.
The love of my life. My soul mate.
He was the intense and fiercely protective soldier, and I was his doting and faithful lover.
I found my happily ever after.
This was our story…
Before the Lie
KD Robichaux wanted to be a romance author since the first time she picked up her mom’s Sandra Brown books at the ripe old age of twelve. She went to college to become a writer, but then married and had babies. Putting her dream job on hold to raise her family as a stay at home mom, who read entirely too much, she created a blog where she could keep her family and friends up-to-date on all the hottest reads. From there, by word of mouth, her blog took off and she began using her hard-earned degree as a Senior Editor for Hot Tree Editing. When her kids started school, and with the encouragement from her many author friends, she finally sat down and started working on her first series, The Blogger Diaries, her very own real life romance.
Title: Naughty at 30
Series: Love Without Batteries #2
Author: Cassandra Lawson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 19th
Chelsea I’ve always loved those books where the younger sister falls for her older brother’s friend. Those stories have played a key role in my fantasies since my divorce six years ago. Unfortunately, I don’t have an older brother. I have a younger brother, and his best friend, Luke, has always been more annoying than attractive. At least, that’s how I’d seen him in the past.
Since Luke has walked back into my life, he is far from the awkward teen he was the last time I saw him. He is a walking temptation that I know I should avoid. Luke, on the other hand, has no doubts about our future, a fact he’s made clear from the moment we reconnected. He’s everything I could want in a man, which leaves me wondering if it’s really his age that bothers me, or if it’s my trust issues.
Love Without Batteries Series Following their disastrous marriages, Brook, Chelsea, and Delaney swore off men. After years of being on their own, these ladies have decided they want more. At the age of thirty, the three friends make a pact to re-enter the dating world. Little do they know they are all destined to find love in the arms of younger men.
***Each book in the Love Without Batteries series can be read as a standalone novel.
So far, my attempts at online dating had been a complete failure. I hadn’t even met with any of the women from the site. It was nice chatting and looking at profiles first, because it made it easier to pass on women I knew I wouldn’t be compatible with. That had probably saved me from a bunch of horrible first dates. I’d been chatting with this one woman for the last twenty minutes, and so far, she seemed pretty normal. When I’d mentioned my original intent to major in marine biology, she’d told me how much she loved the Monterey Bay Aquarium. This was the first woman I’d felt any sort of connection with since I’d signed up for an account. I was about to ask if she wanted to meet for a drink when a new message popped up on the chat screen.
VIV1990: Are you cut or uncut?
Luke2160: Huh? What do you mean cut?
VIV1990: I’m talking about your winky. Is it cut or uncut?
What the fuck? Had she seriously asked if my dick was circumcised? I didn’t even know where she’d come up with winky as a name for my dick, but I was not happy with that one at all. I figured I might have misunderstood what she was asking, so I decided to ask for clarification. It seemed pretty obvious, but it was also a big shift in our conversation.
Luke2160: Are you asking if I’m circumcised?
VIV1990: Yes. I’ve never been with a guy with an uncut winky. What would I even call a winky with a hood?
Maybe something more manly than winky, I wanted to say.
VIV1990: How about Lord Vader.
Luke2160: Vader had a helmet, not a hood.
VIV1990: The Grim Reaper?
VIV1990: No, it’s probably best not to think of death when we're having sex. Unless we're talking about La Petite Mort.
Luke2160: La Petite Mort?
VIV1990: You know. The little death. So, I guess you are uncut. I’ll have to see your cute little guy to know how I feel about that.
This was fast becoming the craziest chat I’d had with any woman on this site, and she’d seemed like the sanest when we’d started talking. I knew I should just end the chat, but for some reason, I continued on with the insanity.
Luke2160: It is never okay to use the words cute or little when talking about anything related to my dick.
Now, I felt like an idiot. We weren’t having sex. She wasn’t going to get a personal introduction to Excalibur. Yes, I’d named my dick Excalibur. I’d always been kind of nerdy, and I wasn’t about to apologize for it.
VIV1990: I can’t wait to meet your Wee Willy Winky and see his hood. This will be an adventure. Just make sure you clean the little guy first. I’ve heard they can be dirty.
Luke2160: I don’t think this is going to work out.
VIV1990: Why not? Is the sweet winky being shy and doesn’t want to come out? Mommy can coax him out.
Nope. There was no way in hell she could coax him out. I was circumcised, something Excalibur was still angry with my parents for, but I didn’t feel the need to share that with a complete stranger.
Luke2160: Sorry, but I don’t think we’re compatible.
VIV1990: Okay. Hope you find the right woman. It was fun talking to you.
That was the best thing about online dating. Awkward conversations usually ended on a positive note. The women I turned down had other profiles to look at. The bad part was that I was beginning to wonder if I was the problem. How could it be that I’d chatted with so many women, yet I hadn’t been willing to meet with even one of them? This one I had good reason to avoid. Excalibur did not approve of her.
When my phone buzzed, I was tempted to ignore it, figuring it was another notification from the dating site, but I decided to check it and found a text from my stepmom, Brook.
ME: This must be my day for strange conversations. Care to tell me what you’re talking about?
BROOK: I found the perfect woman for you on your dating site.
ME: Are you looking at women’s profiles to find one I’ll like?
BROOK: Just check her out. She’s exactly what you’ve been looking for.
ME: Thanks. I’ll check. Love you.
BROOK: Love you, too.
Opening the site up again, I typed in the profile name to search for MissFixIt and nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw the hot blonde standing in front of an impressive workbench with a tool belt around her hips. The picture made it obvious this woman liked to work with her hands, and she didn’t need a man to change a light bulb for her. Her well-worn jeans and tight black t-shirt hugged her sexy curves, making my dick throb with arousal. She was hot as fuck, and she was also my best friend’s older sister, a fact Brook already knew.
The last time I’d seen Chelsea, she’d been so drunk, she’d thought my name was Jake. Since I’m not the type to get turned on by intoxicated women, I’d been in no way interested. There had been this part of me that had assumed my adolescent crush on her was over when I’d had no reaction to her that night, but seeing this picture proved I was far from over Chelsea. I was definitely going to spend more time around MissFixIt.
Cassandra Lawson is an author of paranormal romance and contemporary romantic comedy from the San Francisco Bay Area. She has always had an active imagination and enjoyed making up stories from a young age. A hopeless romantic, she loves a happy ending. When she is not writing, Cassandra enjoys baking, spending time with her family, listening to music, or curling up with a good book.
Title: Devil You Know
Series: Lost Boys #1
Author: L.A. Fiore
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: March 7, 2017
Damian Tate. One look into his sad green eyes and I was hooked. I wanted to be the one to make him laugh, to make him smile. I hadn't expected him to be the one to make me blush, to make me hot...to make me fall in love. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. I wanted forever with him, but life got in the way.
He enlisted, I went to college, and for years we were never in the same place long enough to pick up where we left off.
Thirteen years after he left, tragedy brings him home. The stoic boy I fell in love with grew into a quiet, dangerous and wildly sexy man. He still tugs on all the right strings for me, but he seems determined to keep me at arm's-length.
However, when trouble comes knocking at my door, he is the one to put himself between that trouble and me.
Spending time with him might drive me insane, or it might be our second chance at first love.
Before I could scan the crowd for Damian, a hand wrapped around mine...one with cuts and blood on the knuckles. It was Damian and he looked pissed.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
My heart hurt seeing his face—a cut near his left eye, blood smeared down his cheek and a blooming bruise on his jaw. “I heard you and Cam talking. I was curious.”
He had been walking me toward the exit but those words stopped him. His feet sort of rooted themselves to the concrete floor as his head turned in my direction. “So you walked here alone?”
“It wasn’t far.”
That wasn’t the right answer apparently because he hissed between his teeth. It wasn’t an actual word, just a release of frustration.
He started toward the exit again. “What are you fighting when you are out there?”
We had just reached the stairs when he pulled me behind them and pressed me up against the wall. “Come again?”
“When you fight, what are you fighting?”
“Not who am I fighting?”
“No, your opponent isn’t what you’re fighting.”
He leaned in and lowered his head to look me right in the eyes. “How do you know that?”
I gently wiped the blood from his face. “I know you.”
He had the strangest reaction to that. He closed his eyes, like he was in pain, and lowered his forehead to my shoulder. “This can’t happen.”
Those words caused a chill to move right down my spine. He was wrong. It totally could and should happen. “Why not?”
He lifted his head and for the first time I saw so much more in those eyes. “Cam is a good friend and your parents are like my own.”
His lips brushed along my jaw and I had to lock my knees to keep from sliding down the wall. “And if I did to you all the things I wanted, I couldn’t sit at their table without them knowing that I claimed every part of you.”
L.A. Fiore is the author of several books including: Beautifully Damaged, Beautifully Forgotten, Beautifully Decadent, His Light in the Dark and A Glimpse of the Dream. She's also the social secretary for her two children, a tamer of ill-mannered cats, the companion to one awesome dog and married to her best friend. She likes her wine red, her shrimp chilled and her social gatherings small and intimate.
I was dating Grennan Larter. The Grennan Larter, lead singer and guitarist of The Rising Sun. It had happened so fast, but somehow, plain old Brooklyn Cooper had captured the rock star. It was wonderful and fun; he was caring, attentive, and as cliché as it was, he thought I was the rising sun … and setting sun, and everything in between. I was in love and so was he.
And then it all fell apart.
All I thought I knew … well … let’s just say I wasn’t sure I could trust myself anymore. I had a war waging in my head, and I wasn’t sure who would win, or rather, who I wanted to win. I felt like I was going crazy. And then it all finally clicked. I finally understood why my life had gone in the direction it had. It was the shape of my life.
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Love can be as sweet as honey, or it can sting like a bee.
Bo Smith knows that if you go looking for honey, you get stung, so he has his life just how he wants it. No hassles, no complications, and no heartache. As the handsome high school athletics coach, he would be the pick of the small town he grew up in...if he was into commitment, or dating...or even calling back. But he has sworn off anything resembling a future and his mind isn't going to change.
Then his eyes lock on the new girl in town...She’s beautiful, intelligent, and full of surprises. Just the kind of complication he has been avoiding.
Sophia Brown is looking for the sweet simple life. She has it all planned out. Getting used to life alone isn't
easy, but she has her garden, her bees, and her dog Triton to tend to. It's the fresh start she's been dreaming of, surrounded by nothing but open fields to stare at all day.
Nothing at all...unless you count the high school football team and their distractingly handsome coach, practicing right across the street.
But when sparks fly, Bo must choose between the sting of his past or the sweetness of the future.
He may just find that honey tastes good on everything.
“No, no, no! Do not do this. Come on Triton,” I beg as I push him by his rear out the front door.
He grunts, stopping to lie down on the doormat panting. Looking up at me with his big caramel eyes, he pleads: ‘Help me mama.’
I huff and blow my bangs out of my eyes. Darn dog plays me like a fiddle. “Please Triton, mama will give you a cookie.” I step in front of him, bracing my legs, and tug on his leash. “Baby come on, let’s go bye bye’s,” I plead with him.
His response is a groan and then he flops down on his side.
“Ugh…don’t do this now!” I growl down at him with my hands fisted on my hips.
He wags his tail twice and paws at the air before me.
“King Triton, you get up right now! You are a bad boy.” I use my stern voice with him.
He wags his tail and then lets out a whimper.
I furrow my brows and get down on my knees, bending over him, “Come on baby, the doctor is going to fix you right up,” I whisper as I scratch his face.
He responds with a grunt and licks my face, “Lord your breath stinks. What the hell did you eat today?” If only he could answer, my life would be so much easier right now.
I push myself up off the floor and stand on my porch looking around. Even with Triton being a pain in the ass, the beauty of my new neighborhood is breathtaking. Surrounded by mountains and wildlife, it’s idyllic and I drink it in, the crisp morning air filling my lungs. The moment I stepped foot into the town it felt like home. My Mom was right when she said I belonged back here. Her home town. My shoulders slump as I still feel the loss of my parents.
A chorus of shouts fill the air and pulls me from my sorrow. I grumble to myself, “Perfect location, right next to a field. My lily white ass it is.”
Triton lets out another grunt.
“Right, focus Sophia,” I tell myself. What the heck was I thinking getting a dog this big? “Come on boy you have to get up, mama can’t lift you.” I tug on his leash again and he doesn’t move an inch, just lets out a sigh.
I look across the street, to the ‘field.’ It’s seven am, on a Saturday no less, and high school football practice is already in full swing. I swallow and thank baby Jesus that in the week since I’ve been here, I haven’t shrieked at the boys or Mr. Holy Hotness their coach for being so loud in the mornings. Plus, who am I kidding? I’ve enjoyed watching him work out with the kids.
“Hello, can one of you boys help me?” My voice echoes across the street.
Fifty something heads turn my way. Oh.
I lift my chin up higher. “Can someone help me lift my dog? Please?”
Heads turn as they look back to their stoic coach who’s flipping through a book, studying it behind dark sunglasses. He looks up and nods his head once at the group of boys and they’re off.
Three boys come running across the street, one steps ahead of the others.
“Hello ma’am, I’m Bobby. That is Pete and Bubba.” He says as he points to the other two.
“Hey guys, I’m Sophia Brown.”
“Hello Sophia,” says Bubba in a high-pitched voice as his feet shuffle back and forth.
Bobby smacks him in the arm, “Your mama would have your head.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Brown.” Pete says.
Miss Brown? I can’t be much older than these boys. I press my lips together to hold my laughter back. Triton grunts on the floor bringing the attention back to him. I kneel down beside him.
“Is he a Saint Bernard?” Bubba asks.
“No, he’s a Bernese Mountain Dog.”
Triton’s tail thumps against the door.
I shake my head and murmur, “Good boy.” I scratch his face and then look up at the boys. “Can you help me get him into the truck?” I point over to it in the driveway.
“Sure,” Pete says with enthusiasm.
“Hey Triton, these gentlemen are going to help you into the car, okay baby?” The boys step closer and Pete joins me at the front while the other two head down by Triton’s tail.
“Okay, you both balance his back side while we get him from up here,” I say as I slide my hands under him.
Everyone gets in position and Triton turns his head to the two boys by his rear and lets out a little growl. Each of the boys pull away from him immediately.
“Triton! That is a bad boy!” I look at the boys apologetically. “He isn’t mean guys, just a bit grumpy today. Can we try again?”
They cautiously make eye contact with each other and nod their heads, putting their hands back under Triton. He turns his head and shows his teeth to Bubba and Bobby.
Their eyes go wide and they quickly back off, Bobby looks at me, “I’m sorry Miss Brown, but I don’t want to get bit.”
I nod, “I understand. I’ll figure something out.” I say with more confidence than I feel.
They stand up and back away from Triton and he shows his teeth at them once more with a low growl.
“King Triton, you stop that right now.” He sheepishly looks at me and howls, then plops his head down.
The three boys just stand there, “It’s okay, I can get him to move. You boys go back to your practice and thank you for trying.”
They look at each other and then back at the practice field, “Sorry, Miss Brown.” Pete sighs and then they silently leave. I stand back up and look down at him thinking about what will get him to move. Cheese is the first thing I can think of. I step over him, go back into the house and run down the hall to the kitchen. Grabbing a slice of cheese from the fridge, I slam the door and turn back. I can see Triton’s ears perk up as I unwrap the cheese, crinkling the wrapper.
“Here baby, mama has cheese.”
The damn dog doesn’t even turn around, but as I step outside I happen to look across the field where the three boys are animatedly pointing back at Triton as they talk to their coach. He hands one of the boys his book and then looks back
at me, or at least I think he does. He has to be one of the only people I know that looks good in aviators. Damn good in fact.
He starts walking toward me and suddenly my mouth feels as if I’ve been sucking on cotton balls. I swear I can hear that song from the movie Top Gun playing. Is he walking in slow motion? No, he can’t be. I can’t take my eyes off him as the lyrics take my breath away teasingly echo in my head. As he approaches me, I try to gather myself and give him a welcoming smile.
“You might want to stop your dog from eating that cheese,” he states flatly with an upstate accent.
I look down at Triton as he stretches his neck to steal the cheese right out of my hand, noisily scarfing it down. I frown at him.
I throw my hands up in the air, “Your belly hurts you big dope. Why did you eat more?”
The coach clears his throat.
“Oh sorry. Hi, I’m Sophia.” I put my hand out.
He looks down and takes it in a quick firm grasp, letting it go just as fast. “Hey, I’m Bo. Did you need some help with your dog?”
“Yes, I, uh…yes.” Still feeling the heat of his hand on mine, I manage an “it’s a pleasure to meet you,” before slowly moving my eyes down to Triton so that I can get a good look at him. Damn, they invented Levi’s for a body like that. Heaven.
Triton whimpers and rolls on his back.
“What’s wrong with him?” Bo asks with an eyebrow raised.
“He has a bad habit of eating anything and everything he can get his teeth into.”
“Ah, I see. You’re new here, right?”
I can’t see the expression on his face with those glasses on. “Yeah, word travels fast huh?”
“Sweetheart, the minute the house sold, tongues were waggin’.” He gives me a crooked smile.
“Good to know. Would you be able to help me lift him into my truck?”
“Sure, are you bringing him into the vet in town?” He runs a hand through his hair and rests it on the back of his neck.
“I was going to drive him to his old one since I haven’t been able to get in to meet the vet here yet.”
Triton looks up at me letting out a part whimper, part bark.
“Quit being dramatic,” I chide throwing my hands in the air.
Bo chuckles. “He has some personality. How far is the drive?”
“Slightly over two hours.”
He pauses then tilts his head to the side. “The vet here is excellent, would you like me to call in a recommendation?”
I tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear and smile.
“You think they’d see us?”
“I think I can get you in.”
“I would love that, thank you so much for your hotness…I mean kindness!” I close my eyes, what the fuck?
He emits a deep laugh and pulls a phone from his back pocket, quickly sending a text off. “Come on, let’s get this boy into the car.”
“Okay, I’ll grab his upper half,” I indicate as I bend down by Triton’s head.
“You just get the door to the truck. What’s his name?” He gestures down.
“Triton, well King Triton. He only gets called the full name when he’s been bad, like now.” I look down, “You’re a very bad boy.”
His rolls to his side, his tail thumps on the doormat and he paws at the air again.
Bo cracks a grin.
“Alright buddy, you ready?” He squats down and puts his arms around Triton.
He growls low.
“King Triton.” My shoulders slump with exasperation.
Bo pulls a hand away from Triton and holds it up to me for silence. He then looks down at Triton and growls right back in his face. Triton’s tail stops wagging and he tucks it between his legs. Bo then with a grunt, picks him up and cradles him like a baby.
“Isn’t he heavy?” I question in shock.
He doesn’t manage to complete his words before Triton licks his face.
Triton’s tail swings back and forth as he keeps on licking Bo’s face while the poor guy carries him to the truck. Bo stops when Triton’s next swipe goes over his sunglasses leaving a big wet streak mark on them.
I cover my mouth as I snort with laughter.
“A little help here?” he requests as he tries to pull his head back from Triton’s lick attack.
“Oh, here, let me,” I offer and step closer pulling the glasses off his face.
I freeze, my knees threaten to buckle from the heat of his gaze. Bo’s eyes are a sky blue and scorching like a hot summer’s day. I can’t take my eyes off him. Triton, the brat of a dog, knows I am drooling over him and interrupts us with a whine. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“I meant the dog, but if you can hold those while we get this guy in the truck?”
“Yes, let me open the door.” I turn around and jog over to the truck. Swinging the door wide open, I look back and see him striding with Triton in his arms. I stand back as he sets him in the back cabin and I am blessed with the rear view of him.
“Oh my,” I whisper, my mouth dropping open at the perfect sight.
He sets Triton down with ease.
“Is something wrong?” Bo probes, his brows raised high, making his forehead crinkle with concern.
“Not a thing.” Good job Sophia, he almost caught you gawking at his behind. But what a lovely behind it is.
“Would you like me to drive?” He takes his glasses out of my hand and starts to clean them on his T-shirt.
His shirt lifts slightly and I get a peek at his abs. My face heats and I wipe the sweat off my forehead. I want to see more, but Jesus, get it together Sophia! You’re supposed to be focusing on Triton, not the coach’s magnificent body.
“Are you sure you have the time?” I glance over at the football field filled with athletes.
“Yeah, they’ll be alright.”
“Thanks so much for your help, but if you need to stay here I’m sure I can find someone to help at the vet office.”
He looks down into my eyes for a moment, then puts his aviators back on, breaking the contact. “How about you sit in the back with Triton and I’ll drive?”
“Sure, since you know where you’re going.” I inwardly sigh with relief. “Thanks.” I reach into my front pocket, fishing out my keys. “Here, you’ll need these.” I place them into Bo’s open hand and the second our skin touches a
spark goes through me. I pull it back quickly and rub my palm frowning. What the hell was that?
Bo frowns. “Static,” he states gruffly. “You ok?” he asks shaking his hand off.
“I’m fine.” Still rubbing my hand, I get in the back with Triton. Bo stands for a brief second at the open door looking in at us, then nods his head once and gets into the driver’s seat.
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Heather Shere is a wife of twenty some odd years and wants you to know that you get less for murder. She’s also the mother of two adult shaped kids, who she thinks she messed up just enough to make them highly successful individuals, who are also hilarious.
She has a masters degree in snark and nothing entertains her more than someone who can word battle with her. She considers herself an awesome cook and an expert baker but wants to eat out most days, however, nothing is made ‘the right way’ unless she makes it herself.
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