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  • Dark Surrender by Rachel Van Dyken ~ Release Blitz

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    Dark Surrender is LIVE and only $1.99! So snag this complete paranormal stand alone and read all about why having a male siren try to seduce you isn’t all it’s cracked up to be!

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    Never met a male siren before?

    You’re about to….

    I grew up as a prince…

    And lead the life of a King.

    There isn’t anyone or anything that doesn’t want me, that isn’t attracted to me. They can’t help it. And I sure as hell don’t want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one, simple, caress.

    As a male siren it’s my job to feed off emotion.

    And I was happy to do it.

    I am happy to do it.

    What I’m not happy about? Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one person for the next few centuries. There’s a war coming and being the idiot I am–I offered to take one for the team in order to help a friend.

    Now my sexual appetite is taking a freaking kick in the nuts.

    And I’m left wondering if it’s worth it.

    If she’s worth it, with messy hair and dirty human hands.

    But I have a world to save.

    A job to do.

    Now, if only, she would just let me do it rather than fighting me at every turn. I’ve lived lifetimes as the most irresistible being on the planet.

    Only to meet my match.

    With one.

    Measly.

    Human.

    They say Hell’s hot. They’re wrong.

    Because Hope, my little human, is way hotter.

    And before this is over–she may just singe me alive.

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    Excerpt

    To say I was pissed.

    To say I was angry

    To say I was intrigued.

    I couldn’t decide which emotion was going to win out, which made her all the more exciting. Sirens, for the most part, kept their physical appearance at a five. On a scale of one to ten, a five meant that you were clearly above average but not to the point that a person would literally sell a kidney and spleen in order to sleep with you.

    No, the selling of body parts came at six.

    Seven meant they were willing to commit a crime and sell body parts.

    Eight was when they neared the wailing stage. I typically called it bartering, where they asked what they could possibly do in order to gain just one taste, anything, anything at all!

    Nine was a rarity. I was a nine when I was tired, when I wanted a piece of ass from someone hot, and I didn’t want to make a big fuss over it. But a nine was dangerous because showing myself at a nine made it easier to wipe the individuals’ memories. Meaning I was more than likely cursing them to a life where they would never settle down because they’d be stuck comparing me to some sad human male with a beer gut, and he’d always fall short.

    Even the Toms fell short.

    Tom Brady.

    Tom Hardy.

    You get the picture.

    In my entire existence, I’ve pulled a nine maybe four times. And each time I felt regretful — after all the sex had never been worthy of ruining some pathetic human’s chance at love.

    And tens?

    Tens weren’t done. To become a ten in front of a human would be the equivalent of a human discovering the sweetest tasting sin, the most physical and emotional ecstasy known over and over again. Add that in with good looks that made women, men, plants, atoms — you get the picture — full-on weep, and it just wasn’t done.

    Never.

    In fact, some might say it was forbidden.

    I’d never been tempted.

    Until five minutes ago.

    I was currently at an eight, flirting with a ten, and she’d finally succumbed enough to fall to her knees, but when she glanced up, she blinked a few times then stood. “Sorry, I don’t know what happened.”

    The hell?

    I did a double take, my eyes narrowing as she shuddered before me, but still, nothing. No weeping. No sudden burst of adoration.

    Nine, here I come.

    I exhaled as I allowed my hair to go pure gold and my eyes to turn a shade of amber that looked like a never-ending ring of fire around my blue iris. I released waves of energy that I could see pulsing from my body with each exhale, and I was aware that she was being assaulted with my scent, a mixture of rain, fresh air, and finally a deep sweet chocolate.

    The most addicting scents known to mankind.

    The most cleansing scents to a human.

    Her eyes widened as she gulped and then squeezed them shut and covered her face with her hands, her knees knocked together as she swayed.

    “Open your eyes, human!”

    “I-I’d rather not,” she said in a weak voice.

    “Now!” The walls of the room shook causing a shriek to explode between her lips, and suddenly she was moving towards me and launching her plump body into the air.

    Directly onto mine.

    Mine.

    My body.

    Without any other option, I braced myself for her impact. Not that she could physically harm me, it was more of a mental brace of, oh shit the woman might be plump, but she moved with the speed of a torpedo.

    I caught her in my arms.

    The shaking stopped.

    Her hands clung to the front of my shirt, her breathing was unsteady, her body sweaty, hot, and curvy.

    I appreciated all types of beauty.

    Even hers.

    I would have preferred a small mate, one that I could terrify into submission — one I had no risk of falling in love with.

    Because a siren in love — was a dangerous thing.

    And a part of me wondered if that was what Cassius had planned all along. In order for me to be at my strongest, I needed to be in love.

    Something I’d never experienced in all of my years of living, screwing, and toying with males and females alike.

    “What.” I gave her a menacing glare. “The hell, do you think you’re doing?”

    “I’m scared of earthquakes,” she whispered, licking her lips repeatedly until I thought I was going to go mad with the motion of her tongue sliding across the pink of her mouth. “Terrified, actually.”

    “This is Seattle.” I was still holding her, for reasons beyond my realm of understanding.

    “They say the next earthquake is going to be really big and half of downtown is going to slide into the Puget Sound, so excuse me for being scared!”

    “And you live downtown?”

    “Well… no.” Her brown eyes focused in on mine.

    “Then you must visit there often?”

    “No.”

    I sighed impatiently. “So your fears are completely unfounded and illogical. Simply stop fearing it.”

    “Easy for you to say.”

    “I tire of holding you, human.” The lie fell easy; in fact, I had forgotten I was holding her until she fidgeted in my arms like she was the offended party, when I was the one who had just been assaulted. “The only thing you need to fear is me.”

    “Because you…” She sighed. “You’re going to sacrifice me?”

    I tried to hold the laugh in.

    But it was all too ridiculous.

    “Yes.” I nodded seriously, my lips twitching with the urge to smile. “The process will be painless. I’ll tie your hands and feet to the bedposts — strip you naked, and then plunge an immortal sword into your heart. You’ll need to repeat the words ut animam meam and then once you drink my blood — if it accepts you, you will live.”

    Her face paled as she struggled to get out of my arms.

    And then I lost it, dropping her back to her feet, laughing so hard I felt my body shook with it.

    “I don’t even remember the phrase!” Her wild eyes darted between me and the bed, clearly not catching on. Joke. It was a joke.

    “Well,” I lifted a shoulder and shrugged. “Then I guess you die.”

    “But—”

    “Better do it quickly, less pain that way.”

    “What about the plants?”

    My smile froze. “Either you’re extremely simple minded or mentally ill. What the hell are you talking about?”

    “The—” She tugged at her low ponytail. “The plants, you know, around the grounds. I take care of them and Cassius—” Her eyes lit up. “Cassius said I was getting a promotion, so sorry, but you can’t kill me.”

    I grinned. “Okay.”

    She frowned.

    I was still confused how she was shielding herself from my essence, but already I was mentally drained from the energy it took to get her to worship me — instead I returned to my normal everyday state and held out my hand.

    She stared at it.

    “Take my hand.”

    “No.” She swallowed. “I think I’ll just wait for Cassius.”

    “He’s already mated.”

    Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not mating him.”

    “No.” This, this was my favorite part, watching humans try to logically put together all of the pieces of the puzzle only to realize their brains were too small to comprehend the different parts they held, the angles, the colors, “You’re going to mate with me.”

    I expected her to cry.

    Maybe throw something.

    Instead, she froze and then with a scream ran head first directly into my body sending me sailing backward against the marble floor.

    I was caught unaware.

    Meaning, I barely had time to stop myself before my head slammed back against the hard ground.

    She tried to run toward the door.

    “Cat and mouse.” I sighed from my position on the ground. “I always did like foreplay.”

    She jerked against the doors with fervor, I’d give her that, but they wouldn’t budge.

    Not until she was mine.

    Not until the doors sensed my blood running through her veins.

    “Why won’t it open?” Her voice was strangled as pieces of her hair fell out of its restraint and brushed against her shoulders. “You can’t keep me here forever.”

    “I can.” I yawned. “I will.”

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    Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

    She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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  • Long Drive by Jessica Florence ~ Cover Reveal

    Title: Long Drive
    Author: Jessica Florence
    Release Date: Jan 9, 2017
    There is a long road in everyone’s journey in life.
    For some people, it’s a way to get from one place to another.
    For others, it’s a search for one’s purpose in existence.
    For me, the road was where I could find peace.
    When everything in my life had shattered, I turned to the road.
    And that’s where I met him.
    Killian Lemarque.
    A beautiful truck driver, and my salvation.
    One month on the road together is the deal, and when it’s over, I will have hopefully figured out what I’m going to do about my torn reality.
    But sometimes the road can change everything.
    One Month. One Truck. One Long Drive.
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    Author ❤ PotterHead ❤ Movie Geek Extraordinaire.
    Writer of Surviving Valentine. The of The Heart trilogy, Evergreen,Lights of Scotland Series, and The Final Love series.
    When she’s not writing her next invigorating story. You can find her running her own business, and spending time with her husband and daughter in southwest Florida.

  • Jaded Hearts by Harper Sloan ~ Release Day Blitz

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    jadedhearts_frontcover_loresSigning with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wanted—our better life. Our chance at everything we never had but always wanted. All our dreams would finally come true and we were on top of the world. It was our chance at the happiness we never had in life.

    Our every desire was at our fingertips and the power of that feeling was all consuming. But then it took every dream we thought would come true and it slapped us in the face with the cold hard reality.

    Dreams were just that…something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away.

    Happiness…that feeling is a joke.

    In the end it became painfully obvious that each of us would always have each other, but we would forever be alone.

     

     

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    Goddamn, that smile is dangerous.

    Who am I kidding? He is dangerous.

    I do my best to ignore him, but it’s impossible. The steady brush of his arm against where mine is resting on our shared armrest constantly reminds me how much my body wants his touch. The scent of his delicious cologne hits my senses, making me want to climb in his lap and rub my face over his chest to get a potent lungful of it.

    I can’t even remember the last time I was this horny, which is pathetically sad, since it was probably around the same time I actually got laid. Years. I think. Close to three. Maybe that’s why I’m a hot mess lately. I turn my head to study the side of his face and wonder if I can use this situation to my advantage. I mean, after all, we are in a ‘relationship’ now.

    He turns and gives me a questioning arch of his dark brows, but I brush it off in favor of playing Disney Emoji Blitz on my phone.

    By the time we had hit cruising altitude, I could hear the other men around me snoring away but not Chance. He’s fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact I’m about to start humping his leg.

    “Excuse me,” I breathily say, unbuckling my belt and standing to move around him. I stand there, my head bent slightly because of the overhead, and wait. He doesn’t move, though. Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like he’s finding this whole damn thing funny. “Excuse me,” I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming.

    No, that’s a lie. I’m still breathy and very much seconds away from soaking my panties even more than they already are.

    His large hands grab my hips, and he guides me down on his lap with no resistance from my treacherous body.

    “Not what I meant,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to sound harsh and offended, but I just sound dazed and turned on. I wiggle in his hold, trying to get free, but he’s too strong for me.

    He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck. I’m sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just can’t keep their hands to themselves. He’s playing a dangerous game, though, because the second the solid, hard length of him presses against my backside, I forget this is supposed to be a game and squirm a little more. His teeth nip at my shoulder at the same time his groan hits my ears.

    “Stop moving, Wren,” he demands, tightening his fingers on my hips.

    “You’re the one who put me on your lap.” I curl my fingers over the empty seat in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him growing harder under me.

    “Yeah, because the flight attendant who just walked by had her phone out and pointed right at us. She’s doing a shit job of making it look like she’s doing something with her paperwork.” His hand comes off my hip, and he cups my jaw, turning my head to the side just when I was about to look up at where I last saw the attendant, forcing me to shift until all it would take is me throwing one leg over his body to be face-to-face. “Do not look at her,” he stresses; the sudden movement of twisting my body makes me bounce slightly in his lap, rubbing my legging-clad ass against his erection. His eyes drop to my mouth where I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and groan.

    “Give me a reason not to look,” I dare him.

    “You don’t want to go down that road, Wren. I’ll protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.”

    “No one is asking you to.”

    Not even knowing if we’re still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until they’re bent at his stomach between us. Now that I’m facing him completely, I bring my hands up to curl them both around his shoulders before dragging them up to wrap around the corded muscles at the sides of his neck. His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t stop me. I give him the chance, but it never comes. Dropping my head, I press my lips to his. I explore his lips with small pecks and little licks of my tongue, learning his mouth before pressing more firmly. He sucks in a breath when I open my mouth and slowly drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.

    And then his control snaps.

    His hands—still at my hips—lift me effortlessly until my legs are no longer folded between us, but now digging into the hard armrests with my knees pushing into his thighs, my back hitting the seat in front of me. His mouth opens, and his tongue meets mine, no hesitation whatsoever, as he deepens the kiss.

    Our breathing echoes around us, making it sound like everyone on this plane could hear us, but I know it’s just because our faces are so close. I let out a moan, one that he swallows, that turns into a whine when he pulls back.

    “That can’t happen again,” he softly scolds, just as breathless as I am.

    What the hell? I might not have been into this whole fake-boyfriend-slash-bodyguard thing before, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of the situation. Especially now that I know how alive he makes me feel. Three years since I had pleasure from anything other than my own hand, and if that kiss is anything to go by, what Chance could make me feel is ten times more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life.

    I’m not passing that up.

    Nope.

    No fucking way.

    “We’ll see about that.”

     

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  • Light After Dark by Marie Force ~ Release Day & Giveaway

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    Light After Dark
    A Gansett Island Series Novel
    by Marie Force
    Mallory Vaughn is at a crossroads in her life. A year after learning that Big Mac McCarthy is her father, she’s spending more and more time on Gansett Island, surrounded by the large and boisterous McCarthy family. When she’s laid off from her longtime job, Mallory goes to visit her family on Gansett and tries to figure out the next chapter. An unexpected job offer will have her packing up her home in Providence to move to the island for at least the summer, if not longer. She decides to make this the “Summer of Mallory,” full of new adventures, new people and new opportunities. Will a new love also be part of the Summer of Mallory? Anything is possible on Gansett Island, especially true love.
    Take the ferry back to Gansett to catch up with the McCarthy family and their friends. Be on hand as Laura and Owen welcome their twins and the family comes back together for another summer of love and adventure on Gansett Island.

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    Marie Force’s Light After Dark is a fun read that makes you feel as if you are back among old friends.

    This is a book that deals with self discovery, family, acceptance, forgiveness and love. Watching Mallory embark on this “Summer of Mallory” was so refreshing. Usually we see this type of thing with someone really young, just out of school and ready to figure life out. But reading this through Mallory’s eyes was so perfect for me. She had been settled in her life, comfortable, well-established — until life threw her some curveballs. Many of us have been in similar situations. Where everything you have known is all of a sudden flipped on its head. And you are faced with all those decisions on what to do now, where to go and really how do you feel about it all! Mallory, she decides to head to Gannett Island to visit her family while she figures things out. Bt once she is there she finds a lot more than just her family… she starts to find the answers to a lot of these questions.

    I really enjoyed watching Mallory work through everything throughout her summer on the Island. I also love the feeling of family and friends that you get when you read these books. The cast of characters are woven so well throughout the story that it makes me want to go visit and be welcomed into their fold.

    I received a complimentary copy of Light After Dark.

     

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  • Being Brooke by Emma Hart ~ Release Day Blitz

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    My name is Brooke Barker…

    And I’m a freaking disaster.

    No, seriously. I’m a college drop-out working a dead-end job, my best friend Carly’s dog gets more action than I do, and I have more bad dates in my diary than there are movie remakes.

    Not to mention I’m completely and utterly in love with Cain Elliott.

    The problem? He’s in a relationship. With a girl who’s so plastic she makes Barbie cry herself to sleep with jealousy.

    The second problem? He’s my best friend.

    My shut-up-and-put-harry-potter, yes-this-is-your-shirt, help-I-have-no-power, crap-I’m-out-of-tampon, kinda best friend.

    And that’s all he can be, right?

    Right.

    Being Brooke is a standalone romantic comedy. Hilarious, super-sexy, and possibly highly inappropriate at times, this is the perfect feel-good read!

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    By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

    Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

    She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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  • Wicked Impulse by Chelle Bliss ~ Release Day Blitz

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    NEW RELEASE!
    WICKED IMPULSE by Chelle Bliss
    ALFA PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS – A MEN OF INKED SPINOFF

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    **Includes a BONUS novella – Men of Inked Christmas**

    There’s only one thing worse than dating a friend’s sister sleeping with his mother.

    Fran DeLuca’s known for her bossy, overbearing personality almost as much as for her love of nylon tracksuits. But when someone runs off with fifty thousand dollars, she becomes involved in an ALFA investigation and catches the eye of silver fox biker, Bear.

    Bear North, ALFA’s resident bad boy, has never thought of Fran as anything more than his buddy’s mom. When she trades in her elastic pants and orthopedic tennis shoes for a pair of skintight jeans and high heels, he takes notice of the fifty-something MILF.

    When the money trail leads closer to Fran than expected, Bear takes charge of the investigation and will do anything to protect her. Can Bear track a thief, claim Fran, and keep Morgan DeLuca in the dark long enough to solve the case?

    Wicked Impulse is book 3 in the ALFA PI series and includes a BONUS novella – Men of Inked Christmas.

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  • Sweet Surrender by Liliana Hart ~ Release Day Launch

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    From New York Times Bestselling author Liliana Hart, comes SWEET SURRENDER, a sexy new novella filled with suspense in her MacKenzie Family Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today!

     

     

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    EXCERPT:

    A brisk March wind blew through Surrender.

    “Being a cop doesn’t mean I crave donuts.” Grant Boone glared out the window toward the bakery across the street.

    Cooper MacKenzie snorted, “You were a cop.”

    Grant’s hands fisted in his lap and his gaze dropped to stare at them as the familiar anger raged through his body. His light brown hair, which was long overdue for a cut, hung down to hide his expression. He knew Cooper hadn’t meant anything by it, but damn, the words still pierced him like a knife to the gut.

    “My mistake,” he said. “I was a cop.”

    “Come on, Grant. You know I didn’t mean it that way. Hell, you’re still the best there is. Your chief will wake up and realize his screw-up before long. Though I’ve always thought you and the city would clash before too long. Hell, look at you. You look like you walked out of one of those Marlboro commercials. What the hell is a country boy like you doing in Detroit anyway?”

    Cooper wasn’t the first person to tell him he didn’t belong in the Motor City. But he’d served the city with a purpose. He’d worked undercover, and he’d been an asset to the force. It wasn’t often they came across a six-foot-five, two-hundred-and-forty-five pound bruiser to work the biker bars and clubs.

    “There’s no going back, Coop. I gave that shithole city the best years of my life. And for what? A forced retirement under a cloud of an internal affairs investigation.” Grant set his coffee on the desk and knuckled his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept a full night through. God, was he tired.

     

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    About SWEET SURRENDER:

    It’s been twelve years since Liza Carmichael stepped foot in Surrender, but after her great aunt’s death she has no choice but to return and settle her estate. Which includes the corner bakery that’s been a staple in Surrender for more than fifty years.

    After twenty-five years on the job, Lieutenant Grant Boone finds himself at loose ends now that he’s retired. He’s gotten a number of job offers—one from MacKenzie Security—but he’s burned out and jaded, and the last thing he wants to do is carry the burden of another badge and weapon. He almost turns down the invitation from his good friend Cooper MacKenzie to stay as their guest for a few weeks while he’s deciding what to do with the rest of his life. But he packs his bag and heads to Surrender anyway.

    The only thing Boone knows is that his future plans don’t include Liza Carmichael. She’s bossy, temperamental, and the confections she bakes are sweet enough to tempt a saint. Thank God he’s never pretended to be one. But after he gets one taste of Liza and things start heating up in the kitchen, he realizes how delicious new beginnings can be.

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    liliana-hart-headshotAbout Liliana Hart:

    Liliana Hart is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author in both the mystery and romance genres. After starting her first novel her freshman year of college, she immediately became addicted to writing and knew she’d found what she was meant to do with her life. She has no idea why she majored in music.

    Liliana is an avid reader and a believer in all things romance. Her books are filled with witty dialogue, steamy sex, and the all-important happily-ever-afters her romantic soul craves. Since self-publishing in June of 2011, she’s sold more than 1.2 million ebooks all over the world.

     

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  • The Only One by Lauren Blakely ~ Review & Excerpt Tour

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    From New York Times Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes THE ONLY ONE, a sexy new standalone novella in her One Love Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure you grab your copy today!

     

     

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    Lauren Blakely’s THE ONLY ONE – Review & Excerpt Tour Schedule

    December 7th

    Hart’s Romance Pulse – Review

    2 Girls & Their Kindles – Review

    AC BOOK BLOG – Review & Excerpt

    As You Wish Reviews – Review & Excerpt

    BFD Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

    Book Angel Booktopia – Review & Excerpt

    Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

    I Love Romance – Review & Excerpt

    Little Red Reading Hood – Review & Excerpt

    Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads – Review & Excerpt

    December 8th

    BookSmacked – Review & Excerpt

    Crazii Bitches Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

    Crazy Daisy Book Whore – Review & Excerpt

    Lightning City Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

    My Girlfriends Couch – Review & Excerpt

    Read more sleep less – Review

    Reading Frenzy Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

    Wicked Babes Blog Reviews – Review & Excerpt

    Sofia Loves Books – Review

    December 9th

    Ramblings From This Chick – Review

    A Fortress of Books – Review & Excerpt

    Barbara’s Book Reviews – Excerpt

    Beneath The Covers Blog – Review & Excerpt

    Knotty Girl Reviews – Review & Excerpt

    Love Drug Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

    Milky Way of Books – Review

    Princess Reads – Review & Excerpt

    Read-Love-Blog – Excerpt

    Stacey is Sassy – Review

    December 10th

    Bad boys and Bedtime stories book blog – Review

    Brittany’s Book Blog – Excerpt

    Liz’s Reading Life – Review & Excerpt

    Read All the Romance – Review & Excerpt

    Readers Retreats – Review & Excerpt

    The Book Boyfriend Addict – Review & Excerpt

    The Escapist Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

    Two Book Pushers – Review & Excerpt

    WickedGoodReads – Review

    December 11th

    SnoopDoo’s Book Reviews – Excerpt

    Book Bitches Blog – Review

    Dog-Eared Daydreams – Review & Excerpt

    Lucia’s Book Reviews – Review

    Quesarasera Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

    The Bookery Review – Review

    Vagabonda Reads – Review & Excerpt

    Bookaholic & Kindle – Review

    Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog – Excerpt

    December 12th

    Ashley Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

    Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents – Excerpt

    Go Read A Book – Review

    In Between The Pages – Review & Excerpt

    Krista’s Dust Jacket – Review & Excerpt

    Love Affair With Fiction – Review & Excerpt

    Maddy’s Reading – Review & Excerpt

    Nice Ladies, Naughty Books – Review & Excerpt

    She Hearts Books – Review

    December 13th

    Four Chicks Flipping Pages – Review & Excerpt

    Musings of the Modern Belle – Review & Excerpt

    Nerdy Dirty & Flirty – Review & Excerpt

    Night Owl Reader – Review & Excerpt

    Romance Book Nerd – Excerpt

    Romanticamente Fantasy Sito – Excerpt

    Nose Stuck in a Book – Review & Excerpt

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    Book Lovers Hangout – Review & Excerpt

    December 14th

    2 girls who love books – Excerpt

    Collector of book boyfriends – Review

    Naughty Moms’ Story Time – Review & Excerpt

    Red Cheeks Reads – Review & Excerpt

    Alba and Her Secrets..♥ Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

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    Friends Till The End Book BLog – Review & Excerpt

    I’m A Sweet And Sassy Book Whore – Review & Excerpt

    Relentless Romance – Review & Excerpt

    Stephanie’s Sexy Reads (soon to be Naughty Girls and Their Books) – Review & Excerpt

    December 15th

    Jackie’s Book World – Review

    The Reading Belles – Review

    Books Need TLC – Review & Excerpt

    Evermore Books – Excerpt

    JaymeBooks – Review & Excerpt

    Joandisalovebooks – Review & Excerpt

    Lina’s Reviews: A Book Blog – Review

    Novel Addiction – Review

    Queenzany – Review & Excerpt

    December 16th

    Bloggin’ With M.Brennan – Review

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    Pardon My Blurb – Review & Excerpt

    Relentless book chics ramblings and reviews – Review & Excerpt

    S3OC – Review & Excerpt

    Shelly’s Book Corner – Review

    Straight Shootin’ Book Reviews – Review

    The Whispering pages book blog – Review & Excerpt

    Reese’s Reviews – Review & Excerpt

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    Excerpt

     I was taken with her the moment I sat down at the table next to hers at the café on a street corner in Barcelona. Her warm eyes met mine, and I wasn’t able to look away, so I didn’t. When her almond cake arrived, she arched an eyebrow, and said, “You’re admiring my dessert.”

     I laughed. “I don’t think it’s the dessert I’m admiring. But I have been hoping you’d want company to help devour it. May I join you?”

     She nodded and I moved to her table. She picked up her fork and said, “It’s made with caramel—my favorite. And it’s divine. By all means, let’s devour.”

     “I’m a big believer in the consumption of sweets.”

     “We have a saying in America. Eat dessert first,” she said.

     I lifted my fork and took a bite of the Tarta de Santiago. “I like this saying. Can you appoint me a temporary American?”

     She tapped my shoulder, something that shouldn’t have turned me on, but somehow it did.     

     “There. Done. By the power vested in me, I’ve declared you able to eat dessert first.”

     “I must tell you a secret. I already possessed the ability,” I said, and she laughed, a pretty sound, like bells.

     And I was halfway to hooked. Maybe it was her confidence. She seemed a few years younger than me, but there wasn’t a shred of shyness or insecurity about her. Her wit was intoxicating, and so was her beauty.

      When we finished the almond cake with the caramel layer on the bottom, I was certain of two things—I didn’t want to let her get away, and I needed to see her again. “May I take you to dinner?” I asked.

     She said yes.

     But we didn’t wait till dinner. We spent the afternoon together, wandering around the city, strolling through the side streets, ducking into the churches and buildings and seeing the sights she wanted to explore.

     All the while, I learned more about her. That she’d studied European History in college, that she’d loved traveling across the continent these last few months, and that she was looking forward to her job on Wall Street at Smith and Holloway Bank when she returned to the United States.

     Mostly, she added. She was mostly looking forward to it.

     “This trip is my last hurrah before I enter the working world,” she told me.

     

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    REVIEW

    Jill’s Review

    Lauren Blakely brings us the perfect little second chance romance with The Only One.

    In this standalone novella we once again see sexy chef Gabriel and Penny from the animal rescue. They knew each other ten years ago… had a magical time together… thought it meant something — and then nothing. Penny never heard from him again. And now, here she is face to face with the guy who destroyed her. And wouldn’t you know, she needs him. No, not THAT kind of NEED! But needs him to pull off the charity gala for her animal rescue! Doesn’t it just figure? The one person you want to duck and cover and run and hide from is the one person you need to stand there and face. And not only face but actually rely on!

    Watching them figure out what kept them apart all those years ago and then rekindle their relationship just warmed my heart. This quick read is chock full of sweet and spicy — which makes complete sense since Gabriel is a chef and they both love dessert 😉

    I definitely recommend this one!

    I received a complimentary copy of The Only One.

     

     

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    About THE ONLY ONE:

    From the New York Times bestselling author of THE SEXY ONE comes a romance about fate and second chances.

    Let’s say there was this guy. And he gave you the most mind-blowing night of sex in your life. And you never saw him again.

    Until ten years later.

    Now, it turns out he’s the ONLY ONE in all of Manhattan whose restaurant is available for my charity’s event.

    The trouble is, he doesn’t recognize me.

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    This woman I’m working with is so damn alluring. The first time I set eyes on her, I’m captivated and I can’t get her out of my mind. Even if it’s risky to tango with someone I’m working with, she’s a risk I’m willing to take.

    The trouble is, she won’t give me the time of day.

    But I’m determined to change that.

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    Praise for Lauren Blakely and THE ONLY ONE:

    “An extraordinarily dreamy love story that will melt your heart!”

    ~Beneath The Covers Book Blog

    “This is an epic second chance romance that filled my heart with love, hope and longing.”

    ~5-Stars! Two Book Pushers

    “Lauren has knocked this one out of the park and down the street into the kitchen of Rocco DiSpirito. This book is smart, sexy, and full of surprises with characters you can’t help but fall in love with. I want to find my very own Gabriel now. A sexy man with an accent who can cook for me. Who could ask for anything more?”

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    “Insanely romantic and so genuinely charming…”

    ~Fresh Fiction Reviewer

     

     

    author-pic-lauren-blakelyAbout Lauren Blakely:

    Since self-publishing her debut romance novel CAUGHT UP IN US over three years ago, Lauren Blakely has sold more than 1.5 million books. She is known for her sexy contemporary romance style that’s full of heat, heart and humor. A devout fan of cake and canines, Lauren has plotted entire novels while walking her four-legged friends. She lives in California with her family. With thirteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy times. Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire as well as standalone hit romances like BIG ROCK, MISTER O, WELL HUNG, and THE SEXY ONE which were all instant New York Times Bestsellers. In January she’ll release FULL PACKAGE, a standalone romantic comedy. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter.

     

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  • Tough Luck by Liv Morris ~ Release Blitz

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    Tough Luck, a sports rom com,

    by USA Today Bestselling author, Liv Morris.

    You fell in love with Brady Luck, now meet his brother Bryce!

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    Blurb

    There’s one rule in reporting: don’t ever fall in love…

    When Amelia Adams tells everyone my days as Chicago’s quarterback are over, I vow never to give her another minute of my time—until the team owner sees an empty stadium, and forces us together on a reality show in hopes of filling the seats.

    When Bryce Luck becomes my assignment, I swear his brown eyes and dimpled smile won’t make my knees weak—that I’ll keep a professional boundary. But I can’t fight this attraction, especially when he whispers sweet nothings in my ear and promises to do a million dirty things to me when the cameras stop rolling.

    When the show is over, and the game’s been played, will our love become a reality? Or are we just out of luck?

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    Excerpt

    “Let’s open the first message with an attachment.” I let the cursor hover and take a deep breath. “Wait, are you sure seeing dic pics isn’t like offensive to you? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”

    “I’ve been attached to one all my life,” Bryce says, shooting me a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding stare. “What about you? Feel awkward having a guy looking at dicks with you?”

    “Nah. Seen one, seen them all.”

    I might sound confident, but I have no clue what kind of crazy will pop up. Clicking on the first message, a fully erect penis fills my screen—or, at least, the best it can. He’s a little on the small side, the poor guy. I wonder if he has no clue either. I’d never send this pic without some major photoshopping.

    “Jesus!” Bryce exclaims, and I right click to save it before exiting. “What are you doing? Keeping them?” Bryce’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

    “I have a special place for all my boys.” I pull up a folder marked “Stroke Me.”

    “Stroke me?” Bryce asks, his brows knitted together.

    “Isn’t that what they want from me?” His eyes light up with understanding and he nods as a grin spreads over his face. “But my sub-folders are even better.”

    “Now I have that “Stroke Me” song playing in my head,” Bryce laughs. “What did you name them?”

    “I have five. Leans Left, Runs Right, Grower, Shower, and King-Kong. I bet you can guess what the last one means.” I waggle my brows, and he can’t stop laughing. Seriously, he had tears forming in his eyes.

    “Compared to other pics, this guy seems a bit below average in size.” I move the pic to the sub-folder labeled “Grower”.

    “I’ve never heard of anything so crazy!”

    Hmm… I bet Bryce’s folder would be labeled, The Beast.

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  • Almost Perfect by Jessica Prince ~ Release Blitz & Giveaway

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    Title: Almost Perfect
    Series: The Locklaine Boys (Book 3)
    Author: Jessica Prince
    Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy

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    He has a hero complex. She’s an independent woman.
    When they come together, it’s going to be epic.

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    Devon McMillon wasn’t looking for a knight in shining armor. She didn’t need a man to rescue her or take care of her. She just wanted someone who would treat her as an equal and love her for who she was. Unfortunately, even in a city as big as Manhattan, finding a guy who wasn’t intimidated by a strong-minded, slightly outspoken woman was proving harder than expected.

    Having fallen in love at the age of fifteen Collin Locklaine was convinced he’d already found the woman he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. That was, until she pulled the rug out from under him and ended their relationship. He’d taken care of her, been her protector. And now he was forced to start over again.

    A man with a hero complex and a woman with a fierce independent streak should never work. However, fate has other ideas. Besides, sex that good can’t be a fluke, right? With an attraction like theirs, Devon and Collin have no other choice but to dive in and see where it leads them. Only one thing is certain. When they finally come together, it’s going to be epic.

    ***This is Book 3 in the Locklaine Boys series, a spin-off of Love Hate relationship. They are interconnected standalones.***

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    Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.

    Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

    In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.

    Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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  • Hit the Spot by J Daniels ~ Review & Excerpt Tour

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    hit-the-spot-ebook-coverIs this love or just a game?

    Tori Rivera thinks Jamie McCade is rude, arrogant, and worst of all . . . the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on. His reputation as a player is almost as legendary as his surfing skills. No matter how her body heats up when he’s around, she’s determined not to be another meaningless hookup.

    Jamie McCade always gets what he wants. The sickest wave. The hottest women. And Tori, with her long legs and smart mouth, is definitely the hottest one. He knows Tori wants him-hell, most women do-but she won’t admit it. After months of chasing and one unforgettable kiss, it’s time for Jamie to raise the stakes.

    Jamie promises that soon Tori won’t just want him in her bed, she’ll be begging for it-and he might be right. Somehow he’s found the spot in her heart that makes her open up like never before. But with all she knows about his past, can she really trust what’s happening between them? Is Jamie playing for keeps or just playing to win?

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    Hammerjacks was dimly lit and packed with bodies, some dancing together and others crowding the bar, waiting to get served. I started scanning the room as I came up beside Tori, who was doing the same even though she had no idea who she was looking for.

    I saw Quinn almost instantly. She wasn’t hard to spot.

    The bright pink spiked-out hair helped with that.

    “There,” I said, pointing in the direction of the bar where my sister was sitting on a stool, head turned away from the group of shitheads swarming her.

    She was alone. That pissed me off.

    She was here, in town visiting, and she was looking for ass. That pissed me off, too.

    Not much I could do about the second thing, I understood it, but she was gonna hear my feelings toward the other whether she wanted to hear them or not.

    “What’s her name again?” Tori asked as we made our way over.

    “Quinn,” I said.

    She nodded, face serious. Then she tucked stray pieces of hair behind her ears and smoothed out the rest of her pony, pulled the one sleeve of her shirt down so it exposed her shoulder and bra strap, straightened her spine, tipped her chin up, and put on a smile before rushing ahead.

    “Hey, sweetie. Sorry I’m late,” Tori chirped, squeezing in between my sister and the shitheads as if they weren’t standing there. She grabbed Quinn’s face, bent down, and kissed her cheek. “I missed you. Did you miss me?” she asked, bringing both hands to Quinn’s neck and holding there while standing between her bent knees.

    Tori was smiling and playing the part, leaning close and making it seem like they were really together, or at least really feeling each other. My sister was blinking up at Tori, looking baffled but also looking like she was wanting to buy everything Legs was selling.

    I wasn’t surprised. Quinn shared my taste in women. And I definitely had a taste for Legs.

    “Whoa, are you two…damn. Is this your girl?” one of the shitheads asked from behind Tori, pointing at the back of her.

    “Jesus,” another one chimed in, looking his fill. “What are the chances of me watchin’ you two go at it? This is fuckin’ hot.”

    I stepped up then, not liking the tone of this guy and the shit coming out of his mouth, and wanting to make my presence known.

    He saw me approach and shot me a hard look, asking, “You gotta problem?”

    “Jamie.”

    Teeth clenched and fists forming, I looked to Quinn, not taking the bait he was throwing out.

    She was watching me, eyes serious and mouth tight, subtly shaking her head in warning ’cause she knew I couldn’t be fighting or doing anything that could draw negative attention. Then she turned her attention onto Tori when she twisted and slid into Quinn’s lap.

    “Fishing in the wrong pond, boys,” Tori informed them, sweeping her gaze over the three while putting her arm around Quinn’s shoulders and pressing close. “Get lost. We’re not interested.” Then she turned all of her attention onto my sister and amped up her game, giggling as she kept her face close to hers and running her fingers through her hair, smiling, whispering, really flirting and looking into it, all while blocking the view of the shitheads so they couldn’t watch.

    And everything Legs was doing, my sister was eating up.

    Wrapping her arms around Tori and holding on to her, smiling back, laughing, looking like she was falling in love and thinking this was real and something sustainable.

    I was starting to regret incorporating Tori into this plan. She was a little too good at her game. Straight up. Maybe the best at it.

    I was also starting to get mildly jealous watching my sister getting attention from the one woman who was hell-bent on ignoring my ass.

    “Man, whatever,” the one guy said, grabbing his beer and looking to his friends. “Come on. I’m not wastin’ my time on lesbian pussy.”

    His friends murmured their agreement, mentioned something about hitting up Roy’s, a bar down the street, then grabbed their beers and stepped away.

    When they were out of earshot, I shifted my eyes to Legs, telling her, “Think you sold it. You can get off my sister now.”

    Tori smiled proudly, lifting her shoulders with a little dance. Then she looked to Quinn, keeping the smile, and said, “Hey, I’m Tori. Your brother dragged me here, so I figured I’d offer my assistance instead of letting him handle it, since he can’t fight and all.”

    “Can fight, just shouldn’t,” I corrected her. I jerked my chin. “Hop off.”

    Quinn moved her hands up Tori’s back and licked her lips. “Wicked plan,” my sister told her. “I was totally into that.”

    “I think it got the point across,” Tori replied. “I really like your hair, by the way.” She ran her fingers through it again. “The color looks great on you.”

    “Really?”

    “Absolutely. It really makes your eyes pop.”

    “I was thinking about going purple…”

    “Have you tried bleaching the roots and just painting the color on the ends? I think that would look amazing with purple.”

    Jesus.

    “Legs,” I barked.

    Both of their heads whipped around and faced my direction.

    “You feelin’ like gettin’ up so we can get the fuck outta here?” I asked, thinking only about the food back at her place I was wanting to eat and not about how comfortable my sister’s hands looked gripping on to Tori’s body.

    “She’s fine,” Quinn offered, keeping her hands locked around Legs. “Really. She doesn’t have to move.”

    I shot a glare at Quinn, communicating how I felt about that suggestion, then shifted that glare to Tori.

    “I was getting up. Relax. We were just talking,” she huffed, moving off Quinn’s lap and coming to stand beside me. “You’re welcome, by the way,” she murmured.

     

     

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    REVIEW

    Jill’s Review

    Hit the Spot by J Daniels is a fun and sexy read.

    As soon as I caught sight of Jamie and Tori in Four Letter Word I wanted more of them. I just knew their story would be explosive and I was so right! It really did hit that right spot! The two of them immediately had that push-pull chemistry between them that captures your attention and just screams that you want to see more.

    This book had me thoroughly entertained. I enjoyed the characters. I loved how they were multidimensional… and how their other sides weren’t just out there for everyone to see. You had to really get to know them to see every side of them. Because really isn’t that what we are ALL like? Only our REAL, TRUE friends know what we are really like deep, down inside. It is only to them that we show all of our true colors to – to everyone else, we show a certain image – the image that we portray to the outside world.

    Tori and Jamie are so great for each other. And the electricity between them sparks right off of the pages. Seriously it can burn you!

    I definitely recommend this book. And don’t worry, it can absolutely be read as a standalone!

    I received a complimentary copy of Hit the Spot.

     

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    J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family.

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  • Clam Jam by RC Boldt ~ Cover Reveal

     

     

    Title: Clam Jam
    Author: RC Boldt
    Genre: Romantic Comedy/New Adult Romance
    Cover Design: Letitia, RBA Designs
    Release Date: January 10, 2017

     

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    “Clam Jam”
    Definition: the female equivalent of a cock block.
    Example: You’re chatting with a guy you’re interested in and your friend comes along and lays claim to him.Maggie

    That’s my life—except it’s worse. My friend who keeps “jamming” me is my gay roommate and if that isn’t a W.T.F. moment, I’m not sure what is.Fact: He went home with three—yes, three—of the guys I had been so sure were into me.

    Fact: He’s really pissing me off. I mean, hello? I’m trying to get back in the saddle, but I’ll never manage to get a boyfriend before the age of fifty if he keeps this up.

    Fact: Secretly, I wonder what it would be like if he weren’t gay. Why do all the hot, sweet, tender-hearted guys have to be gay?

    Fact: My gay-dar needs a serious tune-up.

    Ry

    The day I interviewed for the room to rent, everything changed. I knew I had met “the girl”, except there was one small problem: she didn’t want anything to do with men. I recognized a top-notch force field when I saw one. She’d been burned badly and didn’t want to deal with a heterosexual guy as a roommate. I could’ve turned around and found another place to live, but I wanted to live there—with her.So I had to go “undercover”.

    Fact: I’m in love with my roommate.

    Fact: I’m a likely candidate for carpal tunnel surgery since all the action I’ve had for the past year has been my hand.

    Fact: She’s going to hate me if I come clean now.

    Fact: I’m not giving up. Which means, I’ll just have to continue to run defense until I figure out a way to get Maggie to see the “real” me.

    The me that loves her.

    The me that would never do her wrong.

    Until then, I’ll keep running off every guy who shows any interest.

    Until then, I’ll continue to Clam Jam.

     

     

     

     

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    “Ryland James!” I bang on his bathroom door, hollering loudly. “Did you eat the last—”The door swings open, drawing my speech to a sudden halt because … ooooh, sweet, dripping wet abs.

    My eyes are riveted.

    He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, and I don’t even realize I’m moving until Ry releases a sharp hiss at my touch. Because my finger is tracing over the slight indentations in his abdominal muscles.

    “Um …” He clears his throat, his voice husky and deep. “Mags?”

    “Uh-huh,” I murmur absently, my fingertip stopping one of the trickling droplets of water on his skin, tracing it down over his belly button, and—

    His fingers grasp my wrist, drawing my hand to a halt, and my eyes dart up to his in alarm because crap. That was like an out-of-body experience.

    “Oh, crap. I’m sorry. I just really, um … crap.” That’s all I can utter. Nonsense. No one would believe I have my graduate degree if they heard me right now.

    If my tongue had a voice of its own, it would probably say something like, “Just the tip. That’s all I want.” The tip of my tongue tracing over Ry’s abs, that is. You know, just to prove someone Photoshopped him. Or not.

    Because I’ll take one for the team. I’m a giver like that. People might even think of canonizing me as a saint after all this. Really.

    Oh, and then … Abracadabra! Poof! He’d no longer be gay, profess his undying love for me, and wouldn’t ever leave me for another guy.

    Or woman.

    Wow. That scenario even sounds crazy in my head.

    Shaking off my thoughts, I take one more glance down at his abs—just one more glance—and that’s when I see it.

    “Oh, boy,” I breathe out. Ry is hard, tenting the towel, and I really want it to drop. Accidentally, of course. Like an “oops” moment. Totally harmless and innocent.

    Oh. My. God. I’m a horrible person. I’m thinking of my roommate’s penis! My roommate who has quickly become one of my best friends.

    Oh, the shame!

    Where did this inner slut come from? It’s like she’s been lying in wait—for him, apparently.

    But, really. I can take a little peek, right?
    Author Bio

     

    RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.
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