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Cover Reveal~ Bellissimo Lotta by Leigh Ann Lunsford

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Bellissimo Lotta
Author: Leigh Ann Lunsford
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 23, 2015
– SYNOPSIS –
The idea of forever terrifies Bianca Agosto. Abhorring love; she is surrounded by it on a daily basis. The Mob Princess is doted on, adored by all, and loved by one. Struggling with her feelings against love, she falls. Hard.
Dakota Hyatt, the boy who was untainted by the life in which Bianca grew up, and her brother’s best friend. His own tragedy in life makes him hold on to the things that matter. He may not understand what the life means for Bianca, but he makes sure to be her safe haven, her soft landing, the one place she can truly be herself.
Succumbing to love isn’t easy but proves to be worth every struggle; but one lie, one mistake, one indiscretion destroys it all. The boy who seemed so untouched by the life might not be as removed as they all once believed.
– COVER DESIGNER –
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 – ABOUT THE AUTHOR –
LEIGH ANN LUNSFORD
Leigh Ann Lunsford is a stay at home mom turned author. She writes Romance/New Adult and loves her happily ever after in all books and movies. She lives with her husband, son, and four dogs in Fleming Island, Florida. When she isn’t writing or reading you can find her stuck in front of really bad reality shows or watching Sons of Anarchy. Leigh Ann has a filthy mouth and a huge amount of sarcasm that knows no end. She hopes to give the voices in her head an outlet with many more novels to come.
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Book Tour~ Until Jax by Aurora Rose Reynolds

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Meet Jax and Ellie in this instalove, alpha romance!

Until Jax is LIVE!  #Boom

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Ellie Anthony isn’t looking for love. She isn’t even looking for a man, but when Jax Mayson insists on keeping her and her daughter safe, she’s left with no choice but to trust him. Now she just hopes she doesn’t get hurt when she falls hard for a guy who’s known for breaking hearts.

Jax Mayson knows that Ellie is his BOOM the moment he sees her. When he finds out she has a daughter, he realizes he wants a family, and he will do whatever is necessary to keep both of his girls safe, even if that means facing the demons from his past.

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Excerpt:  Until Jax

“Thank you again for taking me.” Pulling my eyes from the road for a brief moment, I look at Ellie. Her head is resting against the window, her legs pulled up onto the seat, tucked near her ass, and her arms are wrapped tight around them. One thing I’ve noticed about her over the last few hours is she’s always wrapping her arms around herself or tucking her body into a tight ball. It’s like she’s forcing herself to stay together.

“I told you I got you, baby,” I say gently, wanting more than anything to take her hand in mine, but every time I touch her, she freezes up like she’s waiting for me to strike out at her, and I would be lying if I said that didn’t piss me the fuck off. It does; it feels like a slap in the face every time it happens.

“I know,” she whispers, and the tears I hear in her voice cause a sharp pain in my chest.

Fuck.

“This is the turnoff.” Her feet go to the floorboard and her hands to the dash as she sits up taller, moving her face closer to the windshield. We drive up a long dirt driveway with forest and the occasional broken down car on each side. When we make it to the top of the hill, a singlewide trailer comes into view, with junk cars and garbage piled up out front.

As soon as I come to a stop, she opens her door and hops out before I can tell her to keep her little ass in the cab. I don’t even know how I’m going to deal with the range of emotions that have settled over me since seeing her for the first time.

“Fucking Boom,” I mutter, getting out behind her and doubling my steps until I’m able to reach her side, where I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer to me. She’s so fucking tiny that the top of her dark head sits right at my chest. So fragile, from her too soft skin to her petite size. And she’s mine.

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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

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Release Blitz ~ #Jerk by Kat T Masen

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He was that boy in the playground.
The one that pulled your pigtails.
The one that lifted your dress in front of the entire school.
Now he’s that guy in the office.
The one that steals your lunch from the fridge.
The one that gets away with everything.
I’m sure you know him. Everyone knows that guy.
He’s a #JERK.

Presley Malone knew her relationship with her fiancé, Jason, had run its course.
The second that ring came off her finger, she didn’t expect to be the pawn in an immature game played by the office jerk.

His name is Haden Cooper, and he is six years younger than her. Immature and irresponsible, getting drunk and stoned every weekend like he never left college. He rode a motorcycle, carrying a different girl each week. He was everything a jerk should be—insensitive, unreliable, and most importantly, a heartbreaker.

Haden enjoyed playing games, and when it came to Presley Malone, it was all too easy. Miss Know-it-all with her over-the-top OCD was soon going to get a taste of what it was like to live on the edge.

But what starts off as an innocent prank soon becomes an unhealthy obsession.

He is wrong for her and she is wrong for him. It’s a battle of the sexes ready to go to war. But in this battle there are no winners, and it takes only one fateful night and six tequilas for their lives to take an unexpected turn that changes them both forever.

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Born and bred in Sydney Australia, Kat T. Masen is a mother to three crazy boys and wife to one sane husband. Growing up in a generation where social media and fancy gadgets didn’t exist, she enjoyed reading from an early age and found herself immersed in these stories. After meeting friends on twitter who loved to read as much as she did, her passion to write began and the friendships continued on despite the distance. “I’m known to be crazy and humorous. Show me the most random picture of a dog in a wig and I’ll be laughing for days.”

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ NOT FORGOTTEN by Camille Taylor

NOT FORGOTTEN by Camille Taylor
Series: Harbour Bay #1
Genre: Romantic Element | Suspense
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
– SYNOPSIS –
Detective Matt Murphy is assigned the case no one else wants.
The Butcher is a ghost, killing all over Australia for years, and now he’s made the coastal city of Harbour Bay his hunting ground. Up against a brick wall, Matt has no choice but to contact the only surviving witness-seventeen-year-old Hallie Walker. But Hallie has been in a psychological rehabilitation centre since the double murder five years ago, and Matt needs help.
Gifted psychologist Natalie Miller sees a lot of herself in Hallie and vows to help her heal.
Natalie is no stranger to a violent past, and is usually wary of men. She is stunned by her response to the hot detective, and becomes determined to not only see Hallie released-as she believes the girl has been misdiagnosed-but to help Matt solve this unsolvable case.
Matt and Natalie face danger at every turn, but can’t fight the powerful attraction between them.
Natalie thinks her only problem is a deranged ex-boyfriend, but is it possible she’s attracted the attention of The Butcher? When the serial killer strikes again, they know he’s close, and Matt is frantic to catch him…because now he has more than ever to lose.
Matt races against time to stop the bloody rampage, and Natalie might hold the key to breaking the case. But will they survive with their lives and hearts intact…
And can they save Hallie from the prison of her own mind?
– PURCHASE – 
– PROLOGUE –

August 6th, 2005

The tyres skidded against the cold bitumen of the deserted old highway as Hallie Walker’s father braked for the lone man who appeared out of the heavy fog dead ahead. The car protested, the tyres squealing and buckling beneath them from the strain. Hallie screamed as the sharp smell of burnt rubber wafted up to fill her nostrils.

The car jerked as her father lost control. The car spun and her heart thudded in her chest. The sudden impact as the Ford Fairlane hit the thick, dense tree truck sent her twelve-year-old body tumbling into the foot-well between the front and back seats with a thud. She’d stupidly released the seatbelt to find a more comfortable position in an effort to fall asleep, the trip long and tedious and now regretted the decision. She lay frozen on the floor for a moment, stunned before sitting up, slowly registering the minor aches and pains that would later leave bruises. Smoke escaped from beneath the hood and a sizzling sound reverberated through the semi-silent night, the only other sound other than their harsh breathing was Slim Dusty played lightly on the stereo.

Her breath came in white puffs as the heat from her mouth met the frigid pre-dawn August air which poured into the car through the cracked and splintered windscreen.

Her father’s head lay against the steering wheel and he slowly lifted it, turning towards her mother whose eyes were closed; her head resting against the back of her seat but thankfully otherwise uninjured. He turned his attention to her. “Hallie, baby, are you—”

Her father’s words were cut off as his window shattered and two large hands reached in and pulled him roughly from the car’s interior. She thought she screamed but she couldn’t be sure. Her father struggled against the man who had appeared out of nowhere and threw him roughly to the road. She heard her father grunt. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched in horror as the man stabbed her father repeatedly. Black dots danced in her vision and she swallowed hard, almost passing out at the gory image in front of her.

Her mother scrambled from her seat and started running back the way they’d driven, the sound of her heels on the asphalt echoing in the night. Hallie froze for the second time that night, terrified. She was alone. She wanted to call out to her father but knew it was too late. He lay unmoving on the dark, pockmarked road. Screaming for help would be useless. She hadn’t seen another car for hours.

She trembled. Tears burned her eyes as fear cooled her blood. She had no idea what to do. It didn’t matter, she couldn’t get her limbs to move anyway. She shook as she held the tears in check. Her whole world was disappearing before her eyes. The man raised his head and started after her mother, his long legs eating up the distance between them; his footsteps thundering against the road.

The man reached out and grabbed her mother’s blonde hair, jerking her back into his chest. She screamed, the sound piercing Hallie’s eardrums as her mother kicked and struggled against him.

Hallie ducked back into her hiding place in the foot-well as the man dragged her mother back toward her. She chewed on her nails, a horrible habit and her fingers bled when she bit past the quick. Hallie’s gaze found the man’s face and remained there. As hard as she tried, she could not look away. As he moved closer, the moon’s bright rays bounced off his long, dark, greasy hair, illuminating him in the night almost like a spotlight, highlighting his features. The man’s lower face was covered with several days’ worth of growth. His heartless brown eyes glowed almost demonically in the light and she felt her bladder release, filling the car with the scent of ammonia.

Her mind ran riot with thoughts. Why was he doing this? She wondered and she thought of several scenarios. None ended favourably. She felt the first stages of a panic attack and tried to calm herself, taking long, deep breaths even as she cowered back into the small space as the man’s shadow cast over her.

From the short distance dividing them, Hallie could see the well-worn jeans encasing strong well-developed legs. The jeans themselves were threadbare. The left back pocket dangled down, held on only by a few measly threads. Tears fell unabashedly down her cheeks. Her nose ran and she watched everything through misty eyes.

She was a coward, useless and scared. The man had just killed her father and was now about to send her mother to the same fate. But still her body felt heavy, unable to move except to push herself further in to the floor. A sob escaped her mouth and she quickly stuffed her fist in the gaping hole to muffle any further sounds. Her teeth bit into her hand, her mind numb against the horrors she had already witnessed this night. She shivered, the warm air from the heater long since evaporated and replaced with the icy breeze outside. She curled up into a ball as much as the car would allow.

Hallie heard her mother’s pleading voice as she was shoved none too gently onto her recently vacated seat. Hallie knew she would never forget the pungent scent of the man for as long as she lived. A combination of blood and bad hygiene and a thought kept repeating itself inside her head.

We’re going to die.

Her mother made a sound of despair and Hallie’s gaze shot back to her mother and their eyes met and held. She watched helplessly as the man brought his knife up to her mother’s throat and pressed it deeply into the soft delicate flesh of her neck. Blood spilled from her body, flowing onto the seat and ruining the careful detail of the vehicle.

A scream, muffled around her fist, escaped Hallie’s throat as she watched her mother’s body go limp and lifeless. The man looked straight into her eyes and once again she felt frozen, as if the ice in his veins jumped from his eyes into her. She shivered uncontrollably.

Hallie had the car door open and was racing towards the tree line before the man could react. Her tiny frame and short stature allowed her to blend into the woods as she sprinted for her life. Her vision blurred black as she ran faster, the darkness swelling around her. She could only just make out where there were gaps in the thick trees and bushes. The fog hindering her even more as she made her way further into the dense growth.

Her heart jumped to her throat and she was having trouble breathing. Her feet landed heavily on the ground and every so often she heard a twig snap under the pressure of her weight. She could hear the man behind her covering twice as much ground with his much longer and stronger legs. She strained to hear his breathing and desperately wanted to know if he was winded in hopes he would give up the chase. She didn’t dare look back for fear of tripping. She was already having trouble with that, her focus on the ground.

Hallie knew he was closing in fast behind her. She pushed herself to go faster even though she was exhausted and her body was ready to collapse. Her nose twitched as her feet kicked up the undergrowth. The scent of mouldy leaves and damp soil assaulting her senses. The sound of heavy stomping behind her terrified her but she didn’t allow it to immobilise her. Her brain had long ago kicked into survival mode and didn’t let her dwell on anything but getting to safety.

Hallie had no illusions. She knew if the man behind her caught up with her, he would kill her just like he had done to her mother and father. She breathed in through her nose and out her mouth just as she had been taught. Her whole body ached with fatigue and fear and she wanted so much to curl up and cry in despair. She whimpered uncontrollably knowing she was almost beaten.

She pressed her right arm against her side as a stitch made her uncomfortable. She pushed on. She had to keep going. Hopefully soon she would be out of the woods and into a clearing. Maybe then she could find a busy road or a house. She was well within the forest now. In every direction stood more trees and even more bushes, both furry and prickly.

Hallie heard the sound of tearing right before she was jerked back. She panicked, striking out trying to hit her target. It took her a few full seconds to realise she was still alone and that she was caught on a branch sticking out of an old flaky tree. She yanked at her winter jacket vigorously, the fabric well entwined with the branch. Desperate, she quickly unzipped the garment, shivering as the cool air hit her bare arms but soon she completely forgot about the cold.

Little mewing sounds came from her throat as she imagined she could feel her pursuer’s horrid breath on her neck, his hands on her pulling him to her, the feel of his knife against her own throat. Distracted she tripped over a group of raised roots and scratched her face on the bark of the closest tree as she tried to steady herself.

Hallie headed straight, the trees not so dense up ahead to what she considered north. Her legs gave way as she came across a small dip in the ground and her body landed heavily with a thud on the leaf-covered floor. Without sparing a moment to wallow in self-pity she climbed to her feet, feeling her ankle buckle beneath her before crashing once more to the ground. She bit her bottom lip to stop from crying out and alerting the man to her location and started crawling, her pants soaking up the damp ground. She barely made it a metre before she felt the ground beneath her give way to a sharp decline.

Hallie’s hand flayed about in mid-air for a moment right before her body slipped and she tumbled down into the river resting at the base of the decline. Her head went under the water and she struggled not to breathe. She kicked her feet and tried to swim as she resurfaced. Her waterlogged clothes tugged at her, determined to send her to a watery grave. The current proved to be too strong and pulled her light weight away from the edge and into the whirling centre before she was once more dragged under, down into the murky depths.

– ABOUT THE AUTHOR –
CAMILLE TAYLOR
Camille Taylor is an Australian author who resides in the Nation’s Capital with her small dog. She was the typical 90’s kid and was raised on Goosebumps, Roald Dahl and Paul Jennings. In her teens she began reading the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie and in later years found Christine Feehan, Janet Evanovich and Julie Garwood.
She started writing at sixteen and enjoys spending time with her family, doting on her nieces and nephews, writing the many stories floating about her head and working on her genealogy where she can trace her heritage to England, Scotland, Ireland and Russia.
Her other interests include, anything creative – such as scrapbooking and drawing and has travelled across Western Europe, New Zealand and the UAE, after spending a year living in London. She’s also dabbled in tae kwon do.
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Release Blitz~ The Scribbler Guardian by Lucian Bane

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Title: The Scribbler Guardian

Author: Lucian Bane

Release Date: September 14, 2015

Genre: Fantasy Romance

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Jeramiah Poe isn’t just any character in the Realm of Fiction; he is Muse Master—Destiny Diviner—Mysterious Miskriat. Being of neither the Traditional Genre Provinces nor Independent, Poe enjoys an eternal lease on life, so long as his Scribbler keeps him out of publication.

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Release Blitz ~ First Sight by Deborah Ann

 

First Sight by Deborah Ann
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A successful Graphic Designer, who’s sworn off men. A high power Divorce Attorney, with a steadfast belief against commitment and monogamy. And the flight to Toronto that changed it all…

‘First Sight’ ~ The Deal Prequel Their connection is evident upon first sight… The electricity and pull there from the first moment… But Adam Blaire is everything Bethany Drake is sworn against…

A wealthy playboy who disarmingly flits from one shattered female heart to the next, leaving a trail of women in his wake. He also happens to be the hottest, damn sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on.

But she can’t risk her heart again… not with her inexplicable knack for always choosing the wrong men. Gorgeous and wildly sexy Adam Blaire is the most sought after divorce attorney in Beverly Hills, and wholly against commitment and monogamy; why should a man settle for just one woman when there are so many beautiful women, just waiting, begging for pleasure?

But there’s something about the woman seated beside him on his flight to Toronto. Something different. Something that draws him in, and grabs hold. He has to have her! And he’s not waiting till they hit land… Or taking no for an answer! Bethany can’t fight it, the attraction to this man; the way he touches her, and looks at her…

Against her better judgement, and the risk of yet another heartbreak, she throws caution to the wind to indulge in a night of pleasure with the sinfully sexy Adam Blaire. After all, it’s only one night. In a completely different country. She’ll never see the man again. What’s the harm?

Learn the details of Adam and Bethany’s meeting, the intimate elements of their sexy mid-air doings, and the passionate, lust-filled night that led to their deal…

‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel Where Bethany and Adam’s story began. ~ * ~

 

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‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel ~ Where Bethany and Adam’s story began.
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Chapter One
“Okay, smooches buttercup!” chimed my best friend, Lizzy, leaning over the center console
with an air kiss to each of my cheeks. “Rock those Toronto executives with our mad designs and
killer ad plan and show ‘em how us kickass California girls do it! Knock their socks off, sweets.”
“Will do, partner.” I gave her a cheeky grin and squeezed her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow
night.” I gathered my briefcase, purse and carryon luggage, and popped the passenger door open,
ready to embark into the crazy that was Los Angeles International Airport—better known as
LAX.
“And while you’re at it…maybe you can rock one of those, too,” she dramatically nudged
her head forward, “him, and get yourself out of this slump you’re in.”
I followed Lizzy’s glinting green eyes to the front windshield and out over the hood of her
family van, gazing at a black limousine parked in front of us and the gorgeous man who’d
unloaded from it, waiting for his chauffeur to collect his travel bags for him. Even from only the
side view I had of him, he looked pretty damn impressive: his dark hair, not a tousled strand out
of sorts or looking anything but perfect; his skin was beautifully tanned with a classic California
glow, giving me the impression he was a local man; his jawline was softly chiseled, and his
frame… Wow! …he seemed to be muscular and had the advantage of height; his steely blue suit
stretched over his broad shoulders, lending a glorious hint at the muscles that lay beneath, and
his suit slacks fit snug on his thick, muscular thighs. He was well-built, and impeccably dressed.
His profile was perfect! I only wished I could see his eyes; I imagined they were just as dreamy
as the rest of him.
He buttoned his perfectly tailored suit jacket and smoothed his hands over the front of it,
straightening it out and assuring his perfection before he made his grand entrance into the busy
airport terminal. (It wasn’t necessary; he was pretty well darn near perfect already.) My heart
skipped and paused a beat, waiting for the lovely long legs of a beautiful woman to follow him
out of the open car door. But, to my surprise, one never followed.
As if willing him to, the man turned with a brief, casual glance our way. Those lips. Holy
mother of Christ! The man was hot. Though, I didn’t say as much to Lizzy. No, I said, “Humph!
A wealthy, pompous control freak businessman who disarmingly flits from one shattered female
heart to the next… No thank you!” I vowed. “He wouldn’t want a girl like me, anyway.”
Besides, I’m sworn off men…
Incredulous, Lizzy swung her gaze back to me. “What…smart, strong, successful, and
beautiful? No, totally unappealing to men.” She shook her head at me. “That type of man is
exactly what you need to shake it up. It’s been two months since you broke it off with dipshit
Brian; I’m assuming you’ve been with no one since?”
Ugh! I swung my legs out of the open car door, remembering we were parked in a drop off
only zone, curbside. “Gotta go! Thanks for the lift.” Yeah, I’ll be taking a cab home from the
airport upon my return. I bent down and looked back at Lizzy, blowing her a goodbye kiss.
To which Lizzy replied, “One night stand, baby!” giggling as I shut the car door and turned
my back on her, my high heels at a fast pace into the terminal. Most definitely taking a cab on my
return route!
The thought was absurd; I don’t do one night stands. EVER! And now’s not the time to start.
I’m a twenty-eight year old woman, not a college co-ed call-me-for-a-good-time party girl. I
shook the ridiculous image from my mind and set after locating my boarding gate. I briefly
considered stopping into the luxury pre-boarding lounge for a stiff drink or shot…or two or
three. But thought better of it—arriving in Toronto plastered would not be ideal. Nor would
alerting Homeland Security to my inebriated self and being frisked like a threat or terrorist to the
country before being allowed to board… Or worse, being disallowed to board…
As typical, my flight was running late—fog or something over San Francisco. I decided to
make a trip to the restroom to freshen up a bit before the nearly five hour long flight, to avoid the
need on board, and possibly relieve a little of this anxiety, as well.
My hands bracing me on a section of the sink counter, I leaned over one of the bathroom
sinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror, the thought of a one night stand rolling around in my
head… Could I do it? A one night stand? If it were a man like Mr. Devastatingly Gorgeous from
the limo…? Hmm. My body tingled head to toe, a delicious shiver traveling down my spine,
sparking my inner parts alive and sending a delightful warmth passing through me—
I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, “Now boarding flight AC790 to Toronto Pearson
International Airport,” coming over the PA system and echoing throughout the oversized
restroom. Good God, what had Lizzy done to me? I shook the dreamy thoughts from my head.
I’m traveling on business! And just like that, I snapped my focus back to the mission at hand—
blowing the minds of the CEO and board of executives for The Grand International Concierge
Hotel and Suites chain with our kickass design and advertising plan, smearing my competition
and landing the account—as I darted off toward my flight.
As I approached my first class seat and settled my slim, five foot ten frame in, I was pleased
to see the seat beside me was empty. What are the chances I’d be seated alone for the duration
of the flight? I wondered briefly as we were alerted to fasten our seatbelts. I did as asked and
buckled up, just as Mr. Gorgeous Limousine Man, all cool and calm, swept up to the seat beside
me. Jesus, the man smelled good—a mix of fresh, clean, spicy, masculine, oozing sex appeal,
man. Intoxicating man!
I held my breath and turned my pale blue gaze to the window. This was going to be a very
long flight seated beside Mr. Smell Good Drop Dead Gorgeous, intoxicating me and seducing
me with his sexy man mojo.
He hoisted his carryon up with one hand and slipped it into the overhead compartment. I felt
his height hovering beside me. Holy cow he was tall. At least six foot five. I was suddenly
smacked with a vision of those sexy, long, muscular legs wrapped around me… horizontally…
pressed against me… between me… beneath me… Oh my, Lizzy and her damn suggestion of a
one night stand.
Mr. Gorgeous oozed his yummy self into the seat beside me, setting his laptop case on the
floor between the toes of his fancy, Italian shoes and sliding it under the chair in front of him,
just as I had mine. His seatbelt was then buckled, ready for takeoff.
I darted my eyes back to the window, pretending to have not noticed him—or the long, thick
fingers that had just caressed his seatbelt while buckling it, never before more envious of an
inanimate object in my life—acting completely unaffected and uninterested.
“Hello,” came the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, smooth and deep, seeming to speak directly
to a bundle of secret places within me. Heavens. I slowly turned back, giving him a glance.
The word ‘breathtaking’ came to mind.
Had I ever seen a breathtaking man before?
Certainly not one such as him. The word was created for him… Had been inspired by him.
He hit me with a million dollar smile, all big, brilliant and bright white. Damn if it wasn’t
swoon worthy. Then he stunned me with his gaze, drawn there as his smile reached at the
corners, crinkling just the slightest. I found myself looking into the most mesmerizing pale blue-
green eyes I’d ever seen, absolutely striking in contrast to his dark hair. Bedroom eyes, that’s

what they were. Another damn swoon worthy feature.
I was captivated right away, and under his spell. His hand politely came toward me, “Adam
Blaire.” I was speechless as he took my hand in his and placed a light kiss on the back, his thumb
lightly stroking my fingers. Those blue-green bedroom eyes looked up at me through thick dark
lashes, “And you are?”
“Ah…uh, um—” And now I was a blubbering idiot, fool, tongue all tied up. Holy hell. He hit
me with the smile again. And what the heck was that, with his touch? It felt like sparks striking
out against my palm and zinging through me. Like a thrilling bolt of lightning, rousingly nestling
smack-dab between my legs.
Damn, what’d he say his name was again?
He let go of my hand and I tucked it into my side, under my other arm, subtly wiping the
sweat from my palm. Then I closed my eyes and tried to find my center…or at least summon my
wits to return. Jeez. And what the hell, sweaty palms? What was I, sixteen?
I felt the force of the pressure in the cabin upon take off, our plane readily ascending into the
sky. I let out a large breath of air, and quickly took in another. Phew. That seemed to help.
Feeling more myself, I pushed out with the next breath, “Bethany…” Well, that was something;
at least I remembered my own name.
“Delighted to meet you, Bethany.” His lips curled into an amused grin. “Not a fan of flying,
I take it?”
Oh God, it had nothing to do with the flying, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. It was better
that he thought I was a nervous flyer. So I just gave him a weak smile.
I was relieved when the plane leveled off and I saw our cabin attendant flittering about.
A drink, that’s what I needed—not that sitting beside this man for the next few hours
wouldn’t be intoxicating enough. Mercy. He should come with a warning label. ~ Danger!
Hazardous to the heart and senses of all women, and possibly men, sensible or otherwise. Likely
to cause extreme levels of inebriation. ~
I should have had that drink-slash-shot in the pre-boarding lounge after all…screw
Homeland Security.
Get a grip Bethany. The man has trouble written all over him—the delicious kind of
trouble—and you’re sworn off men. Likely for good!
His unbelievable eyes locked on mine. “What has you traveling today, Bethany? Meeting up
with your boyfriend, perhaps?”
Ah, clever man. Hinting around the boyfriend topic. “No. Business.”
“And you left your boyfriend behind,” he pushed, “fervently awaiting your return?”
Okay; now he was just annoying me. Whether or not I had a boyfriend was none of his
concern. And was altogether too forward, seeing as he’d only just sat down beside me.
He leaned in a little closer, intoxicating me further, and huskily murmured, “If you were
mine, I’d never send you off alone. In fact…I’d never let you out of my sight.”
His?!
Why did just the thought do unspeakable things to me?
“What about you, Mr. Wealthy Limo Man?”
His brows furrowed. “How’d you know I arrived in a limousine?”
Oh crap.
“Lucky guess… You looked the type.”
“Oh?” He pulled back. “And what type is that, exactly?”
I cocked my head to one side with a knowing expression. “A convenient business trip; break
from the wife and kids?”
He choked and coughed in combination with a sputtery chuckle. “Bite your tongue,
sweetheart!
I giggled. “Okay. So no kids yet? Just a trophy wife?” This guy was kind of fun.
He looked a little amused, by the crooked grin toying at one corner of his mouth. “You’ve
got me pegged all wrong, beautiful.”
“Oh, how so?” I played along, trying not to get swept up in the fact that he’d called me
beautiful, and seemed to be flirting with me. Me!
“No kids, no trophy wife, and no girlfriend.” He dipped down and quickly snatched his
laptop from under the seat in front of him, and then straightened up in his seat, turning the full
wattage of his smile and power of his gaze on me. Wow. “Other than a high school girlfriend that
I ended things with in law school, I’ve never even come close…” he paused, “to, eh, locking it
down, so to speak. I’m a divorce attorney. I’ve yet to see one that has worked out; whether it
marriage, or a relationship.”
“Hmm. So you’re a wealthy playboy?”
“Back to you; boyfriend? I see no ring, so no lucky man’s claimed you as his wife?”
Claimed me? “If you must know, I’m recently sworn off men.”
Incredulous, he said, “Why would you do such a thing? Clearly, men must fall at your feet
and worship the very ground you walk on. You hold all the cards, honey. You could demand
anything you want, and us poor men would submit willingly to a woman such as yourself.”
Ha! Someone forgot to give that memo to my ex. “Yes, so much so that my last boyfriend
sought out someone else.” Cheating snake in the grass bastard.
“An idiot, that one.”
That brought a faint smile to my face. The man was not only gorgeous and yummy smelling,
he was charming as well… Disarmingly so.
“Was it serious?”
“Lived together.” I squirmed in my seat. This was not a topic I wanted to revisit. Lizzy’s
reminder in the car was enough. I unconsciously worried one side of my lower lip, crossing and
uncrossing my legs.
“He didn’t deserve you.”
How could he tell? Though true. Too bad I didn’t realize that in the first place. I had a
bizarre knack for always picking the wrong men.
“Hence why I’m sworn off men; I don’t need the distraction or the headache.” Nor the
heartache, for that matter.
“What a shame,” Adam tisked, shaking his head. He set his large hand on the top of my bare
thigh, just above my knee. Whoa! “Maybe I can persuade you otherwise.” His glittering eyes
intently gazed into mine, seeking permission before he presumptuously moved his hand any
further.
As far as I knew, I gave no indication of consent—ambivalent and stunned as I was—but
Adam must have seen a flicker of something, because his hand began ascending on a delicious
trail up the inside of my bare thigh, his smooth hand slowly gliding along my skin and creeping
up under my skirt.
Holy cow! My breath halted in my chest, Adam’s eyes never leaving mine.
His other hand gently tugged the inside of my knee, encouraging my legs to part.
Oh. My. God. This was really happening. Here. Now. In an air cabin of people. And I was
letting it happen; allowing this intimate moment to play out with this complete stranger…
~ * ~
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More books by Deborah Ann:


Destiny (Destiny #1)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17402872-destiny


Fate’s Path (Destiny #2)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17998392-fate-s-path

(Memory Betrayal (Memory Betrayal #1)
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A successful Graphic Designer, who’s sworn off men. A high power Divorce Attorney, with a steadfast belief against commitment and monogamy. And the flight to Toronto that changed it all…

 ‘First Sight’ ~ The Deal Prequel Their connection is evident upon first sight… The electricity and pull there from the first moment… But Adam Blaire is everything Bethany Drake is sworn against…

A wealthy playboy who disarmingly flits from one shattered female heart to the next, leaving a trail of women in his wake. He also happens to be the hottest, damn sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on.

But she can’t risk her heart again… not with her inexplicable knack for always choosing the wrong men. Gorgeous and wildly sexy Adam Blaire is the most sought after divorce attorney in Beverly Hills, and wholly against commitment and monogamy; why should a man settle for just one woman when there are so many beautiful women, just waiting, begging for pleasure?

But there’s something about the woman seated beside him on his flight to Toronto. Something different. Something that draws him in, and grabs hold. He has to have her! And he’s not waiting till they hit land… Or taking no for an answer! Bethany can’t fight it, the attraction to this man; the way he touches her, and looks at her…

Against her better judgement, and the risk of yet another heartbreak, she throws caution to the wind to indulge in a night of pleasure with the sinfully sexy Adam Blaire. After all, it’s only one night. In a completely different country. She’ll never see the man again. What’s the harm?

Learn the details of Adam and Bethany’s meeting, the intimate elements of their sexy mid-air doings, and the passionate, lust-filled night that led to their deal…

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‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel ~ Where Bethany and Adam’s story began.
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Chapter One
“Okay, smooches buttercup!” chimed my best friend, Lizzy, leaning over the center console
with an air kiss to each of my cheeks. “Rock those Toronto executives with our mad designs and
killer ad plan and show ‘em how us kickass California girls do it! Knock their socks off, sweets.”
“Will do, partner.” I gave her a cheeky grin and squeezed her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow
night.” I gathered my briefcase, purse and carryon luggage, and popped the passenger door open,
ready to embark into the crazy that was Los Angeles International Airport—better known as
LAX.
“And while you’re at it…maybe you can rock one of those, too,” she dramatically nudged
her head forward, “him, and get yourself out of this slump you’re in.”
I followed Lizzy’s glinting green eyes to the front windshield and out over the hood of her
family van, gazing at a black limousine parked in front of us and the gorgeous man who’d
unloaded from it, waiting for his chauffeur to collect his travel bags for him. Even from only the
side view I had of him, he looked pretty damn impressive: his dark hair, not a tousled strand out
of sorts or looking anything but perfect; his skin was beautifully tanned with a classic California
glow, giving me the impression he was a local man; his jawline was softly chiseled, and his
frame… Wow! …he seemed to be muscular and had the advantage of height; his steely blue suit
stretched over his broad shoulders, lending a glorious hint at the muscles that lay beneath, and
his suit slacks fit snug on his thick, muscular thighs. He was well-built, and impeccably dressed.
His profile was perfect! I only wished I could see his eyes; I imagined they were just as dreamy
as the rest of him.
He buttoned his perfectly tailored suit jacket and smoothed his hands over the front of it,
straightening it out and assuring his perfection before he made his grand entrance into the busy
airport terminal. (It wasn’t necessary; he was pretty well darn near perfect already.) My heart
skipped and paused a beat, waiting for the lovely long legs of a beautiful woman to follow him
out of the open car door. But, to my surprise, one never followed.
As if willing him to, the man turned with a brief, casual glance our way. Those lips. Holy
mother of Christ! The man was hot. Though, I didn’t say as much to Lizzy. No, I said, “Humph!
A wealthy, pompous control freak businessman who disarmingly flits from one shattered female
heart to the next… No thank you!” I vowed. “He wouldn’t want a girl like me, anyway.”
Besides, I’m sworn off men…
Incredulous, Lizzy swung her gaze back to me. “What…smart, strong, successful, and
beautiful? No, totally unappealing to men.” She shook her head at me. “That type of man is
exactly what you need to shake it up. It’s been two months since you broke it off with dipshit
Brian; I’m assuming you’ve been with no one since?”
Ugh! I swung my legs out of the open car door, remembering we were parked in a drop off
only zone, curbside. “Gotta go! Thanks for the lift.” Yeah, I’ll be taking a cab home from the
airport upon my return. I bent down and looked back at Lizzy, blowing her a goodbye kiss.
To which Lizzy replied, “One night stand, baby!” giggling as I shut the car door and turned
my back on her, my high heels at a fast pace into the terminal. Most definitely taking a cab on my
return route!
The thought was absurd; I don’t do one night stands. EVER! And now’s not the time to start.
I’m a twenty-eight year old woman, not a college co-ed call-me-for-a-good-time party girl. I
shook the ridiculous image from my mind and set after locating my boarding gate. I briefly
considered stopping into the luxury pre-boarding lounge for a stiff drink or shot…or two or
three. But thought better of it—arriving in Toronto plastered would not be ideal. Nor would
alerting Homeland Security to my inebriated self and being frisked like a threat or terrorist to the
country before being allowed to board… Or worse, being disallowed to board…
As typical, my flight was running late—fog or something over San Francisco. I decided to
make a trip to the restroom to freshen up a bit before the nearly five hour long flight, to avoid the
need on board, and possibly relieve a little of this anxiety, as well.
My hands bracing me on a section of the sink counter, I leaned over one of the bathroom
sinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror, the thought of a one night stand rolling around in my
head… Could I do it? A one night stand? If it were a man like Mr. Devastatingly Gorgeous from
the limo…? Hmm. My body tingled head to toe, a delicious shiver traveling down my spine,
sparking my inner parts alive and sending a delightful warmth passing through me—
I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, “Now boarding flight AC790 to Toronto Pearson
International Airport,” coming over the PA system and echoing throughout the oversized
restroom. Good God, what had Lizzy done to me? I shook the dreamy thoughts from my head.
I’m traveling on business! And just like that, I snapped my focus back to the mission at hand—
blowing the minds of the CEO and board of executives for The Grand International Concierge
Hotel and Suites chain with our kickass design and advertising plan, smearing my competition
and landing the account—as I darted off toward my flight.
As I approached my first class seat and settled my slim, five foot ten frame in, I was pleased
to see the seat beside me was empty. What are the chances I’d be seated alone for the duration
of the flight? I wondered briefly as we were alerted to fasten our seatbelts. I did as asked and
buckled up, just as Mr. Gorgeous Limousine Man, all cool and calm, swept up to the seat beside
me. Jesus, the man smelled good—a mix of fresh, clean, spicy, masculine, oozing sex appeal,
man. Intoxicating man!
I held my breath and turned my pale blue gaze to the window. This was going to be a very
long flight seated beside Mr. Smell Good Drop Dead Gorgeous, intoxicating me and seducing
me with his sexy man mojo.
He hoisted his carryon up with one hand and slipped it into the overhead compartment. I felt
his height hovering beside me. Holy cow he was tall. At least six foot five. I was suddenly
smacked with a vision of those sexy, long, muscular legs wrapped around me… horizontally…
pressed against me… between me… beneath me… Oh my, Lizzy and her damn suggestion of a
one night stand.
Mr. Gorgeous oozed his yummy self into the seat beside me, setting his laptop case on the
floor between the toes of his fancy, Italian shoes and sliding it under the chair in front of him,
just as I had mine. His seatbelt was then buckled, ready for takeoff.
I darted my eyes back to the window, pretending to have not noticed him—or the long, thick
fingers that had just caressed his seatbelt while buckling it, never before more envious of an
inanimate object in my life—acting completely unaffected and uninterested.
“Hello,” came the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, smooth and deep, seeming to speak directly
to a bundle of secret places within me. Heavens. I slowly turned back, giving him a glance.
The word ‘breathtaking’ came to mind.
Had I ever seen a breathtaking man before?
Certainly not one such as him. The word was created for him… Had been inspired by him.
He hit me with a million dollar smile, all big, brilliant and bright white. Damn if it wasn’t
swoon worthy. Then he stunned me with his gaze, drawn there as his smile reached at the
corners, crinkling just the slightest. I found myself looking into the most mesmerizing pale blue-
green eyes I’d ever seen, absolutely striking in contrast to his dark hair. Bedroom eyes, that’s

what they were. Another damn swoon worthy feature.
I was captivated right away, and under his spell. His hand politely came toward me, “Adam
Blaire.” I was speechless as he took my hand in his and placed a light kiss on the back, his thumb
lightly stroking my fingers. Those blue-green bedroom eyes looked up at me through thick dark
lashes, “And you are?”
“Ah…uh, um—” And now I was a blubbering idiot, fool, tongue all tied up. Holy hell. He hit
me with the smile again. And what the heck was that, with his touch? It felt like sparks striking
out against my palm and zinging through me. Like a thrilling bolt of lightning, rousingly nestling
smack-dab between my legs.
Damn, what’d he say his name was again?
He let go of my hand and I tucked it into my side, under my other arm, subtly wiping the
sweat from my palm. Then I closed my eyes and tried to find my center…or at least summon my
wits to return. Jeez. And what the hell, sweaty palms? What was I, sixteen?
I felt the force of the pressure in the cabin upon take off, our plane readily ascending into the
sky. I let out a large breath of air, and quickly took in another. Phew. That seemed to help.
Feeling more myself, I pushed out with the next breath, “Bethany…” Well, that was something;
at least I remembered my own name.
“Delighted to meet you, Bethany.” His lips curled into an amused grin. “Not a fan of flying,
I take it?”
Oh God, it had nothing to do with the flying, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. It was better
that he thought I was a nervous flyer. So I just gave him a weak smile.
I was relieved when the plane leveled off and I saw our cabin attendant flittering about.
A drink, that’s what I needed—not that sitting beside this man for the next few hours
wouldn’t be intoxicating enough. Mercy. He should come with a warning label. ~ Danger!
Hazardous to the heart and senses of all women, and possibly men, sensible or otherwise. Likely
to cause extreme levels of inebriation. ~
I should have had that drink-slash-shot in the pre-boarding lounge after all…screw
Homeland Security.
Get a grip Bethany. The man has trouble written all over him—the delicious kind of
trouble—and you’re sworn off men. Likely for good!
His unbelievable eyes locked on mine. “What has you traveling today, Bethany? Meeting up
with your boyfriend, perhaps?”
Ah, clever man. Hinting around the boyfriend topic. “No. Business.”
“And you left your boyfriend behind,” he pushed, “fervently awaiting your return?”
Okay; now he was just annoying me. Whether or not I had a boyfriend was none of his
concern. And was altogether too forward, seeing as he’d only just sat down beside me.
He leaned in a little closer, intoxicating me further, and huskily murmured, “If you were
mine, I’d never send you off alone. In fact…I’d never let you out of my sight.”
His?!
Why did just the thought do unspeakable things to me?
“What about you, Mr. Wealthy Limo Man?”
His brows furrowed. “How’d you know I arrived in a limousine?”
Oh crap.
“Lucky guess… You looked the type.”
“Oh?” He pulled back. “And what type is that, exactly?”
I cocked my head to one side with a knowing expression. “A convenient business trip; break
from the wife and kids?”
He choked and coughed in combination with a sputtery chuckle. “Bite your tongue,
sweetheart!
I giggled. “Okay. So no kids yet? Just a trophy wife?” This guy was kind of fun.
He looked a little amused, by the crooked grin toying at one corner of his mouth. “You’ve
got me pegged all wrong, beautiful.”
“Oh, how so?” I played along, trying not to get swept up in the fact that he’d called me
beautiful, and seemed to be flirting with me. Me!
“No kids, no trophy wife, and no girlfriend.” He dipped down and quickly snatched his
laptop from under the seat in front of him, and then straightened up in his seat, turning the full
wattage of his smile and power of his gaze on me. Wow. “Other than a high school girlfriend that
I ended things with in law school, I’ve never even come close…” he paused, “to, eh, locking it
down, so to speak. I’m a divorce attorney. I’ve yet to see one that has worked out; whether it
marriage, or a relationship.”
“Hmm. So you’re a wealthy playboy?”
“Back to you; boyfriend? I see no ring, so no lucky man’s claimed you as his wife?”
Claimed me? “If you must know, I’m recently sworn off men.”
Incredulous, he said, “Why would you do such a thing? Clearly, men must fall at your feet
and worship the very ground you walk on. You hold all the cards, honey. You could demand
anything you want, and us poor men would submit willingly to a woman such as yourself.”
Ha! Someone forgot to give that memo to my ex. “Yes, so much so that my last boyfriend
sought out someone else.” Cheating snake in the grass bastard.
“An idiot, that one.”
That brought a faint smile to my face. The man was not only gorgeous and yummy smelling,
he was charming as well… Disarmingly so.
“Was it serious?”
“Lived together.” I squirmed in my seat. This was not a topic I wanted to revisit. Lizzy’s
reminder in the car was enough. I unconsciously worried one side of my lower lip, crossing and
uncrossing my legs.
“He didn’t deserve you.”
How could he tell? Though true. Too bad I didn’t realize that in the first place. I had a
bizarre knack for always picking the wrong men.
“Hence why I’m sworn off men; I don’t need the distraction or the headache.” Nor the
heartache, for that matter.
“What a shame,” Adam tisked, shaking his head. He set his large hand on the top of my bare
thigh, just above my knee. Whoa! “Maybe I can persuade you otherwise.” His glittering eyes
intently gazed into mine, seeking permission before he presumptuously moved his hand any
further.
As far as I knew, I gave no indication of consent—ambivalent and stunned as I was—but
Adam must have seen a flicker of something, because his hand began ascending on a delicious
trail up the inside of my bare thigh, his smooth hand slowly gliding along my skin and creeping
up under my skirt.
Holy cow! My breath halted in my chest, Adam’s eyes never leaving mine.
His other hand gently tugged the inside of my knee, encouraging my legs to part.
Oh. My. God. This was really happening. Here. Now. In an air cabin of people. And I was
letting it happen; allowing this intimate moment to play out with this complete stranger…
~ * ~
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More books by Deborah Ann:

Destiny (Destiny #1)
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Fate’s Path (Destiny #2)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17998392-fate-s-path

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About SEDUCING LAUREN:

In the second book in the Love Under the Big Sky series from this New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the With Me in Seattle series, life in Montana gets spicy when a woman and her divorce lawyer sign off the papers—and sign on to love.

Now that his best friend, Josh, has happily settled down with his true love on a Montana ranch, small-town lawyer Ty Sullivan starts thinking that maybe single life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And when Lauren Cunningham’s no-good ex-husband comes after her for an unexpected trust fund, Ty steps in to protect her. But soon he can’t help but think of her as more than a client. Lauren’s in no mood to jump into another relationship, so how can Ty convince her that her mistake wasn’t getting married, but marrying the wrong guy?

 

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About FALLING FOR JILLIAN:

From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby comes the third romance in the Love Under the Big Sky series, featuring a veteran struggling with PTSD and the one woman who can help him recover—and learn to love again.

Jillian thought she was a city girl through and through; the fast cars, high fashion, and glamour—she loves it all. But when her ex tells her he’s having a baby with his new wife (after Jillian struggled for years to get pregnant), she hightails it back to Montana to cry on the shoulder of her best friend, Cara.

But in truth, Jillian would rather be comforted by someone else…specifically Zack, Cara’s brother-in-law. Zack is a veteran of the Iraq War who came back to the family ranch to raise his preteen son after the boy’s mother took off. He’s struggling to re-establish a relationship with his son, and warding off the demons of PTSD, which still haunt him. The last thing he needs is bold, brassy Jillian…but why can’t he keep his hands off her?

 

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About SAVING GRACE (Releasing November 30th):

Sparks fly like snowflakes when a klutzy but gorgeous novice crosses skis with a hot resort owner in this tempting tie-in to New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby’s popular Love Under the Big Sky series!

Grace Douglas is on a practice run for her friend Cara Donovan’s bachelorette party ski weekend in Aspen. The problem is, despite living in rugged and picturesque Cunningham Falls, Montana, Grace is the clumsiest person ever born. To prepare for the trip, she is taking lessons at a local ski resort. She just prays that they have an ambulance on standby.

Sexy hotelier Jacob Berkley is ready to play ski instructor, but he quickly discovers that the best place on the mountain for Grace is in the lodge with a hot toddy. Her sense of humor and easy laugh quickly pull him in, and soon he’s determined to help her get off the bunny slope for a fun vacation with her friends. He just didn’t expect their steamy chemistry to trigger an avalanche of desire straight to his heart.

 

Excerpt from LOVING CARA (Book 1):

“This is a great place,” I murmur, and turn in a complete circle, taking everything in. The forest is thick here, but with a clearing by a wide pool of water,which is being fed by a creek that empties into it via a beautiful waterfall about twenty yards away. Slabs of rock frame the pond, making a natural ledge to sit on and enjoy nature.

“This is where I’ve always come whenever I’m happy or mad or just need to think.” Josh wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses the top of my head.

“You brought me to your happy place?” I ask, half kidding, and turn my head to kiss his biceps. I can’t seem to keep my lips off this man.

And he doesn’t seem to mind.

“It seems that anywhere you are is my happy place these days, Carolina.”

I gasp and look up into his soft brown eyes.

“So, I brought the person who makes me happy to my happy place,” he clarifies.

Well . . . wow.

Before I can respond, he kisses my lips quickly and then pulls away to grab a blanket out of a saddlebag. He takes me by the hand and leads me up onto the rocks by the water. He spreads the blanket out and pulls me down next to him.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, and pushes my hair back over my shoulder.

“Not quite yet.”

He nods and his eyes heat as they rake down my face, my neck, and over my tank top, which I know shows off the girls nicely.

If he was going to keep me perpetually turned on today, I was happy to return the favor.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, and leans in to claim my mouth gently. His lips are gentle and soft, sweeping across my own rhythmically yet slowly, sending shivers down my arms and making my stomach clench.

He has only touched me with his lips and my stomach is clenched. I’m panting, ready for him to take me right here, in the middle of nature.

He cups my cheeks in the palm of his hand and pulls me closer, sinking into the kiss, but then he abruptly pulls back, his brows pulled into a frown.

“You really are warm,” he mutters, and feels my neck and forehead.

I laugh at him as I rub my hand up and down his firm chest. “It’s hot outside, Josh.”

“Let’s cool off.” He smiles down at me wickedly and begins to peel me out of my clothes.

“We might give the wildlife quite a show,” I warn him mildly, excitement coursing through me.

“That’s the plan.” He winks at me and quickly strips out of his own clothes. He pulls me up onto my feet and peels my jeans and panties down my legs.

“Now what?” I ask with a wide smile.

“Now we cool off.”

Check out the Love Under the Big Sky Series on Goodreads!

 

Author Pic - Kristen ProbyAbout KRISTEN PROBY:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Proby is the author of the popular With Me in Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type—fiercely protective and a bit bossy—and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate, and sunshine. And naps. Visit her at KristenProby.com.

 

 

 

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Love Bites
“Love Can Kiss My Ass”
A Romantic Comedy by Author HJ Bellus
Two stand-alone stories same theme.

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Synopsis

It always gets you when you least expect it.

You know the times when you have no willpower or desire to fight back. Then when you’re on the hunt for it, it becomes as elusive as a great white. But the day it knocks on your door you’re such a love-scorned woman you tell love to kiss your ass.

That’s right… LOVE BITES.

Sage Clark is no stranger to this game. She’s been beat down time after time in the vicious cycle of love never coming out the victor. When all hope is given up and every option depleted, Sage settles in for a lifetime of yoga pants, pop tarts and a steady flow of chick flicks.

Raise curtain and cue the choire.

In walks the man of her dreams and he’s seemingly perfect from head to toe. Sage feels her ovaries heat up at just the mere sight of the man but knows all too well love is a losing game for her. However, her prince charming just may have enough willpower to win her over.

Follow Sage as she slips and slides her way into the arms of the man who could be her Mr. Forever. She just might make the game of love her bitch this time.

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Photographer: FuriousFotog

Designer: Perfect Pear Creative Designs

Synopsis

Oh Tate Martin, king flirt, sex God!

Finding his fiancé and best friend all tangled up in his bedroom sheets was enough to turn “LOVE” into Tate’s worst enemy. Happy endings, fairytales, and all things associated with women hardened his heart and extinguished all his hopes of finding his future queen.

That’s right…LOVE BITES.

Tate rubs some dirt on his wounds from the game of love and opens up his very own business, “Date Tate, Casanova on Call”. Custom tailored to the needs of the women in the city. There’s no limit to his services, women call him night or day in search of the perfect wedding, business, or “meet the family” date.

You need a date? Tate is your man. He never claimed to be original just smoking hot, fly and ready for action.

Cash is flowing, Tate’s getting his sexual appetite fulfilled, and the silver lining –nobody’s heart gets broken in the process. He’d challenge Prince Charming to a duel in the swag department.

Until a certain brunette bombshell named Royal Fox hires him. The once cocky, smooth talking charmer finds himself at a loss for words and can’t quite explain the butterflies fluttering about. He’s felt the tingle in his dingle from other women, but this time it’s different. Hell the slightest breeze gives him a stiffy that lasts hours around Royal.

Follow Tate as he gets trapped on the highway to hell some call LOVE and find out if LOVE makes Tate her bitch.

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About the author

I’m just a simple girl who loves the country life.. .oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave…

-Loves country life & music
-Gets the case of the “eff-its” often
-Loves Big
-Hurts Big
-love corn dogs & candy…. & (sex & candaaay)
-My heart is happy writing!!!

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