He’s the last person she should fall in love with and the only one that ever stood a chance.
Seraphina Hanson is busy. As manager and owner of the Newport Beach Seagulls on their way to making the playoffs for the first time in their history, dating doesn’t even cross her mind.
Unless it involves star goalie and Seagulls goalie, Brandon Thorpe.
Brandon Thorpe is tall, strong, and brooding. She’s drawn to him like a moth to a flame but dating him isn’t allowed – no matter how badly her sister, Katella, tells her otherwise. Seraphina has been in love with him for a year and that isn’t going to change and time soon.
Until they get to Las Vegas. The new expansion team is hosting their first game with the Seagulls, and general manager Phil Bambridge invites Seraphina out to dinner.
But Brandon has a bad feeling. It also doesn’t help that Seraphina looks flawless in her dress.
So he kisses her. In public. And Bambridge sees.
Phil Bambridge doesn’t like rejection. And he’ll do whatever it takes to win. Even blackmail Seraphina into trading Thorpe to his team before the trade deadline.
Seraphina is now forced to confront her feelings for Brandon while trying to stay
as professional as possible. She won’t lose him to Bambridge but she also refuses to give him up, not when she finally has him. But something has to give, and soon.
Full disclosure: I am an acquired taste. I’m a typical blonde Orange County suburbanite who says ‘like’ more than necessary, laughs loud and probably obnoxiously, and loves to dance in the rain. I’m a 27-year-old college graduate with more than a few tricks up my sleeve, and I also happen to be a pretty big Ducks fan. Oh, and I’m a writer. Like, for real.
I don’t speak in third person (normally) nor do I wear glasses (except when I’m feeling particularly mischievous). I’m lucky to have found my soul mate at the ripe old age of 22, even though he frustrates me on purpose to get a reaction out of me. We live near Disneyland, have two rambunctious female puppies, and have a beautiful baby girl. He has two amazing boys, and has gotten me hooked on Smallville, watching soccer (okay, okay FOOTBALL – FC Barcelona, baby!), and Cancun Juice.
Melt your heart romance and sizzling chemistry infused with soul inspiring music. Follow three best friends in this set of coming of age novels that will make you fall in love.
FEVER When Ella starts at her new college in Chicago, she never expects her morning shower song to be interrupted by a luscious male voice from over the wall. Her solo is turned into a duet that has her questioning everything about her current life and relationship. Can the voice of one mysterious man redefine her future or will she once again let fear win and remain in her secure bubble of safety?
BULLETPROOF Morgan’s and Sean’s passion for dance and music will bring them together, but will their relationship be able to withstand the forces determined to pull them apart? As Morgan comes face-to-face with her long-buried demons and Sean decides just how much he’s willing to risk for love, these two songbirds discover something…they’re not as bulletproof as they thought.
EVERYTHING Jody and Leo both had big dreams, but life had other plans. Jody must kiss goodbye her chance at singing on a Broadway stage in order to raise her baby, while Leo is forced to wave goodbye to a marriage that had barely begun. As these two burned hearts wrestle to overcome their past struggles, Leo and Jody must decide which dreams are worth clinging to…because, sometimes, everything you want is not everything you need.
HOME Stuck in small town America, Rachel jumps at the chance of fame when a Hollywood agent offers to make her dreams come true. Leaving behind her boyfriend, Josh, she turns her back on the only constant she’s ever known. But Rachel quickly figures out that some sacrifices are not worth the risk. Is she too late? Will Josh forgive her, or has her desire for fame ruined the best thing she’s ever had?
TRUE LOVE When best friends sleep together their relationship is ripped apart, threatening the future of their band. Nessa’s escape from Jimmy’s “morning after” rejection ends in a tragic motorcycle accident. Trapped in a broken body, she must adjust to life without the one thing she relies on to survive – playing the drums. Meanwhile, Jimmy is on a mission to make up for his mistake and win Nessa back.
TROUBLEMAKER The prom queen reluctantly takes a job working for the geeky guy who crushed on her in high school. But five years has changed him. It doesn’t take long until she finds herself battling an overwhelming attraction and falling for the one man she swore she’d never date.
ROUGH WATER A few weeks into their marriage an unforeseen tragedy strikes Justin and Sarah, bringing their lives to a screeching halt. Justin is wracked with guilt while Sarah tries to deal with her own sadness. As the couple silently drift apart, they end up in a situation neither are sure they can recover from. Can they find their way back to the place they were before? Or is wedded bliss just a fairy tale?
GERONIMO Having lost the love of her life in a fatal accident, Jane’s on a mission of self-discovery. She leaves for England to return to the place it all ended, in the hopes of figuring out how to negotiate life on her own. What she doesn’t expect is to meet a hunky Brit who presents her with a surprising proposition.
HOLE HEARTED When a nephew she never knew existed is dumped in her lap, Cassie ignores her doubts and takes him in. Feeling way out of her depth, she reluctantly enlists the help of her nephew’s assigned counselor…a man who seems impossible not to fall in love with. Can three strangers from completely different worlds create an unlikely family? Or are the hidden holes in their hearts too big to heal?
RATHER BE When estranged best friends bump into each other four years after their relationship fell apart, they must face the fact neither of them are where they want to be. Can one road trip change their lives all over again? And do they have the power to fight the odds that tore them apart in the first place?
If you like books that can make you laugh out loud, shed a few tears and finish with a dreamy smile on your face then The Songbird Novels are meant for you.
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Melissa Pearl was born in Auckland, New Zealand, but has spent much of her life abroad, living in countries such as Jordan, Cyprus and Pakistan… not to mention a nine month road trip around North America with her husband. “Best. Year. Ever!!” She is a trained elementary teacher, but writing is her passion. Since becoming a full time mother she has had the opportunity to pursue this dream and her debut novel hit the internet in November 2011. Since then she has continued to produce a steady stream of books, ranging in genres from Fantasy to Romantic Suspense to Contemporary Romance. She loves the variety and is excited about every book she releases.
“I am passionate about writing. It stirs a fire in my soul that I never knew I had. I want to be the best writer I can possibly be and transport my readers into another world where they can laugh, cry and fall in love.”
Denise Reynolds is used to putting up a good front to show the world a strong, capable woman, but keeps a lot of things buried deep.
Chris Nolton is everything she learned the hard way to avoid — a sexy alpha-male who could charm her out of her pants and work his way into her heart. If history has taught her anything, it’s a deadly combination, but he manages to dig up emotions and longing she’s tried to bury for years.
He says all the right things and pushes her boundaries in all the right ways. Letting her guard down is difficult, especially since believing all the right things in the past led to unimaginable consequences.
Being content with her life may no longer be an option, but risking her heart may bring her to her knees.
She angled her chin down and tilted her head forward, breaking the seal of their mouths.
He rested his forehead against hers, his warm, harsh breath fanning across her face and drying the moisture on her lips.
Watching his chest rise and fall, she fought to gather her thoughts. She’d lied to Bree when she told her to do everything she would do because she wasn’t going to do it.
Not here. Not now.
Unclenching her fingers from the grip they had on Chris’s shoulders, she pulled her head back.
“I need to go,” she said.
“You sure?” He still hadn’t released her.
“Yeah. I—Sprocket’s still in the car.” Shit. She’d forgotten about her dog. She’d never forgotten about Sprocket or been in a situation where she failed to notice her absence. Not since she’d gotten her.
“We can bring her in.”
The possibility of where tonight could lead flitted through her mind. In seconds, she assessed the possible courses of action and discarded each one. No matter the outcome, sex led to emotions and emotions led to nothing but trouble. She wasn’t going to take that chance. Not again.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Are you worried about Jase and Bree?”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s complicated.”
“Isn’t it always?”
She smiled. “I think it’s probably best if I go home tonight.”
His hands ran down her back and slid from her waist before he took a small step back. “This wasn’t the plan when I invited you in.” He grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head.
“I kind of figured when you almost fell on your head.”
He smirked. “Probably not my finest moment.”
“It was definitely the most entertaining thing I’ve seen in a while.” She felt him close behind as she walked to the door. Her heart still pounded in her chest.
Reaching around her, he grabbed the door knob, surrounding her once again. “Denise.”
She looked over her shoulder, afraid if she turned the whole way around she’d lose her will power and climb him like a tree.
“Thanks for the ride.” He kissed her cheek, close to her lips, his bottom lip teasing the corner of her mouth.
She ignored the whoosh of sensation that traveled the length of her body. “You’re welcome.”
He opened the door for her and stood in the threshold while she walked to her SUV, doing her best to ignore the heavy weight of his gaze. She let Sprocket out of the cargo area and into the backseat.
Getting in, she finally looked at Chris. Wide-legged stance, shoulders relaxed, hands in his pockets. Even just standing perfectly still, a slight smirk on his face, he had a bad-ass aura.
Fuck, she was an idiot. The problem was, she didn’t know if it was because she should’ve stayed or because she never should have agreed to sit in that damn chair to begin with.
Sprocket pushed her muzzle against her neck. “I know.” She scratched her behind the ear and started the car. “Mommy’s making bad decisions again.”
His other hand smoothed across her hip and around her back. “I missed you.”
Her scoff was immediate. “You haven’t known me long enough to miss me.”
“Yeah. Three weeks ago, I’d have said the same thing. Turns out I’d’ve been wrong, too.”
He kissed her.
No. That wasn’t right.
He consumed her. Branded her. Showed her with his lips and tongue how he had missed her. There was no space between their bodies. As soon as his mouth touched hers, he’d yanked her against him, pulling her off balance and forcing her arms around him.
He fisted her hair and tilted her head back. His mouth moved to the side of her chin and he nipped her jaw. “All I’ve been able to think about was that kiss. One. Perfect. Fucking. Kiss.” His teeth bit and his tongue licked between each word.
She needed him to stop talking. Stop invading her mind with what ifs and might bes. She pulled his mouth back to hers, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth.
He let out a groan and shuffled her back.
“Oomph.” Her back hit the trunk of a tree, the sharp bark digging in through her shirt. Not that she cared. All her senses were focused on Chris’s hand, having found its way under her fleece pull-over, plumping her breast through her bra.
“Touch me, Denise,” he ordered against her lips.
Tarina has spent her entire life in and around the military – first as a dependent and then as an enlisted Air Force member.
A life-long day-dreamer, she never imagined being a published author was a possibility. All that changed when a friend challenged her to complete NaNoWriMo. She dusted off one of the many stories she had started over the years, threw it in the trash, and started all over.
Her debut novel, Stitched Up Heart, released in September 2016. She draws heavily from her own military experience to create authentic characters and personal challenges.
Tarina is still active duty and a single mom of four-year-old twins. Her favorite hobby is sleep. She has delusions of retiring from the military and being a stay-at-home mom.
“I wanted to take it slow.” Ryan was breathless as he brought her down onto her bed. “To show you that you’re worth waiting for. That I’m sincere.”
“I am worth waiting for, but I don’t want to wait. I want everything you’re offering, and I’m tired of living in fear, frightened that all good things will come to an end.”
“I promise you, this isn’t ending.” He swept a strand of hair from her face in a way so caring it strummed every blue chord in her heart. “I’ve grown so attached to you and your sons that I want us to be family. I don’t usually feel this way about anyone. I was always separate, in a shell, different, and no one other than my mother understood me until I met you.”
The way he spoke, so confident and sincere, tugged at her heart. He was man enough to let her know how much he cared about his mother. If Drew could someday speak of her in such endearing terms, she would know beyond a doubt that she had done everything right.
“I want to know all about you and understand all your quirks. It’s all about accommodating and accepting those we love,” she said, wondering what issues he had other than his aversion to being touched after sex. She could deal with that as long as she knew he wasn’t shutting her out emotionally.
“Good, the same goes for you.” He touched her lightly, skimming the tiny hairs on her skin. “You can tell me anything and everything, and I will consider it and never judge you.”
It was time for her to stand up to Andrew and make sure he never hurt anyone again.
“We have to go to the police station first,” Jamie explained to Ben. “We need to tell the police everything that happened, and then, after they’re finished, we’ll go see Ryan. Meantime, I want you all to pray for him.”
Drew put his little hands together and bent his head, murmuring jibberish in his own special language, while Ben squeezed out a prayer.
Somberly, she allowed the police to escort her into a squad car, and they took the long ride to the station.
She was sure the horror would hit her later, but for now, she had to file a restraining order and make sure Andrew would never bother them again.
Jamie, speaking about her autistic son, Drew.
“My greatest hope is that someday, Drew could find the love you have in your heart, and I do believe he has it. He said he went to look for you last night. He wanted to give you a fish. Do you know what it means?”
He could only nod and blink. Blink back the wetness welling from his eyes.
“It means he loves you, Ryan. And I know he feels it, maybe not exactly the same, but it’s there because he cares. Just like you care. Just like you’ve shown me each and every minute we’re together.” She caressed his face and nodded, assessing him with her eyes. “It’s a privilege for me, an honor for me to have your love. And in return, I have a song I want to dedicate to you. It’ll tell you how I feel about you.”
“Okay …” His heartbeat had slowed, and the lingering effects of the almost-meltdown frayed at the edges, dissipating. Maybe it was all going to be okay. Jamie believed him. She believed him whereas his own mother doubted him. But Jamie was right. He loved his mother and his father. He loved, because he cared.
The thought made him want to jump up and click his heels. To reach up to the heavens and hug all the vastness of space. To laugh and dance and scream.
“You love me, Jamie, even though I’m different.” He didn’t realize he’d said it out loud until she put a finger onto his lips.
Rachelle Ayala is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Her foremost goal is to take readers on a shared emotional journey with her characters as they grow and become more true to themselves. Rachelle believes in the power of love to overcome obstacles and feels that everyone should find love as often as possible, especially if it’s within the pages of a book.
Her book, Knowing Vera, won the 2015 Angie Ovation Award, and A Father for Christmas garnered a 2015 Readers’ Favorite Gold Award. In 2016, Christmas Stray won the Readers’ Favorite Gold Award and A Pet for Christmas got an Honorable Mention.
She is also a writing teacher and founder of the Romance In A Month writing community. She recently released two of her books on audio with many more to come.
Hello everyone. I am a writer who loves to combine romance with suspense and humor. My foremost goal is to take you, the reader, on a shared emotional journey with me as my characters grow and become more true to themselves. I believe stories are the means for us to connect and experience life in new ways. As a writer, I’m privileged to share my private dreams and visions with readers. I’m a romantic. I believe in the power of love to overcome obstacles and feel that everyone should find love as often as possible, even if it’s within the pages of a book. Happy reading and loving!
Fate is a fickle mistress. No matter a man’s desires, she tends to give with one hand, and take with the other. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to her, as long as there’s balance.
Ralph Lewis, otherwise known as Po’Boy, made one decision that changed the trajectory of his entire life. On the losing end of a schoolyard fight, he’d been on his back in the dust, glaring up at the boy who’d flattened him. Had watched unbelieving as that same boy stretched out his hand, offering to help Ralph to his feet. Against every instinct, he had accepted.
In that instant, he went from friendless pariah to having a partner and ally. For the first time in his life, he was respected … and feared. Po’Boy spent the next decade defending his position at his best friend’s side. Life was good. Fate has a way of taking back the reins, though.
A long-ago action places him directly in the crosshairs of their enemies, and circumstances force Po’Boy’s hand. Members of motorcycle clubs, men like him who live an outlaw’s life don’t treat kindly with traitors, and in their world, that is what Po’Boy has become.
With events threatening to pull him away from everything he holds dear, he’s made to walk a careful line to keep those he loves safe. Bound by silence, for his brothers’ sake, he’ll suffer through the worst thing that can happen to a man who lives and breathes the brotherhood. Out Bad.
Erin Morris made a decision that would forever change her life and those in it. With fierce determination and hard work, she has found success but never forgotten where she came from and the boy she left behind. Four years later, Erin has an opportunity to right the wrongs of her past and help the one person she has always loved.
Jackson “Jax” Hartley embodies everything expected of his bad-boy rocker persona. With success and popularity comes the ability to indulge in everything offered him – money, women, booze, and drugs. When he’s given an ultimatum by his bandmates to clean up his act or lose the career he’s dreamed of, Jax agrees to accept help from the one person who has the ability to break him. Again.
When Erin and Jax return to her family’s ranch in Texas they’re forced to face the ghosts of their past and decide if the time apart has changed the love they once shared. They must answer a question that neither is prepared to face – Can your first love remain your true love?
Something so small and seemingly insignificant shouldn’t have any power at all. But it does. It has all the power in the world. That’s all it takes to monumentally change everything forever.
Forget every single plan you’ve made or any plans you haven’t even thought of making. That simple phrase alters everything permanently. Those two words flashing up at me from the screen make my phone heavier with each additional glance. I can’t unsee what I’ve read, and I really wish I could take it all back, ignore the message even for a moment longer so I could appreciate everything before it came through. But I know all too well you can’t take anything back. I try not to live my life with regrets, but there are definitely a couple of things in my life I would alter if I could.
The pressure of the phone is like a thousand pounds rapidly increasing in size, and my hand is failing at holding all of that weight up in the air. My entire body collapses down to the floor as I try to focus on evening out my breathing. The once plush carpet is like sandpaper against my bare knees, but that’s nothing compared to the internal battle I’m fighting. My empty hand grasps at my chest in an attempt to slow down my heart rate, and the crushing mass there intensifies. My breathing falters as I try to gasp even the slightest amount of oxygen into my lungs. I glimpse down again as my panic attack shows zero sign of waning and a single tear falls down my cheek.
Born in a small southeastern island in Alaska, Alexandria moved to southern Oregon early on in her life. Where she still resides with her young daughter, husband, and fur baby.
She’s insanely obsessed with fashion and used to dream of becoming a fashion designer creating new outfits for her Barbie’s with her childhood best friend. For now she’s loving writing and fulfilling her fashion addiction with shopping.
Along with fashion, Alexandria is a big lover of music. She’s always listening to something while writing and creates a playlist to go along with each book she writes. She’s always on the hunt for new music and loves getting suggestions from her readers.
Alexandria spends way too much time on social media and would love for you to say hi!
Sarah Pilsner’s attempts to develop a meaningful relationship by her birthday is turning out to be a lot less successful and a lot less fun than she had hoped. But as disappointing as her love life is, that doesn’t stop her from moving forward with her work life and other commitments.
At the office, her secretary Rhonda continues to step up to the challenges of taking on more responsibility, which gives Sarah hope for the potential expansion of her agency, especially with an interested investor on the horizon.
After becoming more closely involved with the local women’s shelter, Sarah learns some disturbing truths that reinforce her commitment to the work they do. It also brings her into closer contact with the very attractive, very focused attorney, Al Compton. Coming from widely different backgrounds—his a ghetto neighborhood and hers a rural farm—she admires and appreciates the sincere dedication he has for helping the women at the shelter. With such a good looking advocate on the board, she’s not disappointed when they are thrown into working more closely together.
As their mutual attraction grows, Sarah begins to think that perhaps her luck has finally changed after all.
This short story is Book 5 in the steamy romantic suspense six-book Seducing Sarah series. It contains adult situations and is intended for mature audiences over 18. Approximately 85 pages.
This is a six book serial that follows Sarah Pilsner, a successful, young, thirty-something CEO of her own advertising agency. She’s a self-made woman, happy with what she’s achieved, but realizing that being successful has come with a price.
Sarah gets a wake-up call when her secretary’s fiancé sends a beautiful bouquet of flowers and the entire office goes ga-ga. Sarah can’t help but realize that as a workaholic, she has no social life, and no matter how well she’s done with her business, the rewards feel hollow. There is no one in her life to celebrate her successes with, except her best friend Tammy. And Tammy has her own life with Chaz.
Determined to change her status by her birthday, a mere six months away, she decides to step outside her comfort zone and find someone to help share the celebration of her journey and her life. Join Sarah on her journey to discover a life beyond her current state of living with her nose to the grindstone.
NOTE: Each story builds on Sarah’s previous experiences, so for the best continuity, you will want to read the stories in order.
Like most romance writers, Ami LeCoeur is a romantic at heart, but in her heart, it’s the classic romanticism of the late 18th and early 19th centuries.
She is a painter, glass artist, and award-winning poet, as well as a writer.
When she isn’t traveling, she lives on California’s Redwood Coast with her husband and two kitties. She loves her wonderful ocean view, and when the fog comes in – as it always does – she’s either curled up with a good book or busy writing.
Dr. Carla Androghetti is not interested in compromise.
With a thriving psychiatry practice in Washington, D.C. and a fulfilling position as a sexual third in a threesome with couples at Club D, she’s living just the way she wants. When the murder of a famous former bedmate brings a sexy, tempting cop into her life, she indulges in an affair as sizzling as it is dangerous. Finding a man who can love her and accept her kink is a dream she’d given up a long time ago.
Homicide Detective Aiden Cross takes no prisoners.
Usually nothing can distract him from a case, but a sexy shrink with an unusual kink has him losing his laser-focus on the job. He’s been burned before by a cheating ex-wife and he doesn’t share, so why does he keep finding himself in the bed of a woman who breaks all his rules?
Passion will force them to take a risk.
When forbidden desire takes them to the edge of their personal limits, their walls will need to crumble if they have any chance together.
Dr. Carla Abdroghetti sat across the room, surrounded by four homicide detectives, in a chair specifically designed to guarantee that suspects would confess to anything just to get the hell out of it.
She was relaxed, loose and her expression was placid. She had not asked for attorney. She didn’t even look annoyed. Most of the suspects in this room fluctuated between scared and anxious to angry and belligerant. Some of them even threw up in the nearby trashcan because their nerves got the better of them.
Carla . . . Dr. Androghetti looked . . . gorgeous. Sexy. Tempting. Delicious. I couldn’t quite name the thing about her that made my heart race and my blood warm under my skin. It wasn’t the dark red dress that hugged her curves or the determined shape of her full mouth. It wasn’t the way she casually looked at her watch before slicing my boss with a look that would have most men cowering behind something thick and sturdy.
No, it was something about her. Something that didn’t come from clothes or an Ivy-League education or a particular background. You were either born with her type of calm, unshakeable charisma or you would never have it. And fuck me, she had it.
And, fuck me, I would not let it cloud my judgment and keep me from finding out if she’d murdered a U.S. Senator. Because right now she was the number one suspect on a short list of one.
Excerpt Two: NSFW
He cursed and spun me around, not letting go of his hold on my wrists. In this position, we were pressed together from chest to thigh and neither one of us struggled to put any distance between us. I looked up at him, my heels closing the gap between us but he was still taller, a towering bulk of muscle and man taking up all the available space.
“So, Senator Marsden wanted to fuck you? He wanted you all to himself?” He examined my face, the wicked grin tugging at his mouth incongruous with the unleashed anger that made his muscles tremor. “I don’t blame him.” He leaned in even closer and this time his words were spoken against my lips, each syllable laced with the sharp tang of forbidden lust. “I knew you were lying to me and I still wanted you.”
“And you don’t want me anymore?’ The words were sliding over my tongue before my brain could censor. Everything in them and the way they slid off my tongue with honeyed seduction was calculated to make something happen here that I didn’t know if either of us ready for.
I recalled what he’d said the first time we’d met “Because I’m a dangerous woman.”
“Fuck yeah, you are,” Aiden leaned down closer, his lips brushing over mine before he pulled back slightly. “I’m going to do something really stupid here. Speak now if you don’t want my hands all over you.”
I stared at him, taking a moment to weigh my options but there was really only one choice. I tugged at the cuffs. “Leave these on.”
“Goddam,” he huffed out on the last breath before his mouth covered mine.
A USA Today bestseller, Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her books. Her stories burn up the sheets. . .one page at a time. When she’s not writing she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, hoarding red nail polish and stalking Chris Evans.
A 2016 RITA® Award finalist, Robin’s books have won the National Reader’s Choice and Golden Leaf Awards and finaled in the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and the Book Seller’s Best.
She lives in Maryland with her handsome husband, her two brilliant children (they get it from her, of course!), and her beloved furbabies, Dutch and Dixie Joan Wilder (Yes – THE Joan Wilder)
Drop her a line at email@example.com – she always writes back.
After centuries of stone-cold death, Garrett discovers his legion has deserted him. Without their help, he’ll succumb to eternal sleep once more unless he can trick the woman who woke him into trusting him with her soul.
A combat veteran scarred inside and out…
Her last night in Afghanistan, Raquel Guerrero’s team fell victim to a suicide bomber, killing everyone but her. Now, despite her determination to never again let anyone close, her sense of duty compels her to help an endangered warrior survive.
Trust isn’t in their vocabularies…
A tentative truce frees them to investigate his regiment’s abandonment—and unleashes passionate temptations. But when the truth is uncovered, Garrett and Raquel’s fragile bond—and the healing power of love—might be the only thing that keeps them alive.
How could someone so pushy make himself sound reasonable? His damn-sexy accent made everything he said sound serious and important. It also helped his case that she was becoming hyperaware of everywhere their bodies touched and that he wasn’t molesting her in this position, like she’d first assumed he’d do.
Instead, he’d simply swept her off her feet. Literally.
Good thing she wasn’t the swoony type.
No matter what her hormones said.
He rubbed at the back of his neck and stood, shaking out the tightness her attitude had provoked. Why were things so different with this female?
Perhaps he could distract her with a kiss. Yes, her luscious lips were far past due for that tactic.
He strode toward her, but she slid away before he reached her. He followed her, and she sidestepped his advance again. After three more failed attempts, their dance nearly reached comical proportions. Finally, he stopped and heaved a deep sigh.
Blast. He was going to have to give her a straight answer
She dropped her book and nailed him in place with her stare. “If your clothes are a part of you, that means you can’t take them off, right?”
“Are you asking me to demonstrate?” He didn’t hold back his grin at the question.
She blinked hard and swallowed. “No.” She picked up the book again and riffled through the pages. “Just scientific curiosity.”
He pressed a fingertip on the edge of her book, forcing it down from her face. “I simply absorb them into my body temporarily, like so.” He left his jeans, but made his shirt and coat disappear.
She gaped at his chest. “Oh. Okay.”
Yes, he definitely had the ability to affect her. Now, how to use that power…
After playing fetch with a werewolf, Jami Gold moved to Arizona and decided to become a writer, where she could put her talent for making up stuff to good use, including winning the 2015 National Readers’ Choice Award in Paranormal Romance for the novel Ironclad Devotion in her Mythos Legacy series. Fortunately, her muse, an arrogant male who delights in causing her to sound as insane as possible, rewards her with unique and rich story ideas.
Fueled by chocolate, she writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy tales that range from dark to humorous, but one thing remains the same: Normal need not apply. Just ask her family—and zombie cat.
Ryan Richards returned from Afghanistan with more than a shattered body. His heart was in tatters, too. For the three years since then, renovating houses and patching up fighters has been the only thing to quiet his demons—those foisted upon him and those he has created himself. At DS Fight Club, he has a purpose. And when he spends time with sexy trainer Junior Maldonado, he feels more like a real man than a shadow of one.
Injured in the Middle East while an Army Ranger, Junior shared an instant camaraderie with wounded corpsman Ryan…and more than a little bit of attraction. And although Junior has reunited with his high school boyfriend, Ryan’s haunted whiskey eyes are never very far from his mind. He knows Ryan is hurting, and wants the best for his friend.
When Junior returns to Atlanta after his second-chance romance fails, he finds Ryan careening toward rock bottom. Overwhelmed by uncontrolled physical and emotional pain, Ryan is fighting for his life…and hiding the truth. It’s up to Junior to help him see that real men come in many forms, and they are all entitled to love.
“That’s right, Ryan. I’ve fucked a lot of men. A lot. But I’ve only ever made love to you. And yeah, this is scary. I get that. But I’m not going to let you run away from me now that I’ve gotten my head out of my ass, not when we’re on the verge of something great. Now, we can take a step back, we can take a whole bunch of steps back, but I’m not going to let you sabotage this.”
Ryan rubbed his face with a shaking hand, and Junior held his breath until Ryan decided to speak.
“Fuck, I thought the ‘have you ever wanted kids?’ conversation was intense.” Ryan’s gaze met Junior’s, and his lips curled up into that crooked grin of his for a brief moment before settling into a contemplative line. “So, yeah. Um, I’m scared shitless, Junior Maldonado. Okay? Scared that I’m . . . not going to be enough. For you. For myself. For anyone. But I promise I’m gonna try, okay?”
Junior reached out and caught Ryan’s hand in his. He raised it to his lips, and after giving it a little squeeze, kissed his fingers. “That’s all I could ever wish for.”
Answering the “why” had occupied Junior for most of the fourteen-hour drive from Newark to Atlanta, and he still didn’t have an answer other than he was too damn old to fuck around in a situation that just didn’t feel right. After all, he was closer to fifty than to forty and feeling every bit of his age these days. Of course, getting shot in the shoulder didn’t help with the whole “you’re only as old as you feel” thing, and truth be told, his body just wasn’t what it used to be. Three words: gray fucking pubes. Dios.
And Junior could just imagine what it looked like to Ryan when he walked into Foley’s and saw the man he’d just spent the weekend with, just opened himself up to, at their bar with a person who had made it clear that he disliked him for no reason other than there was the potential for a rivalry. Yeah, Junior could understand why Ryan was so hurt, although it didn’t necessarily excuse his pigheadedness in the truck.
But the glimpse of Ryan’s face that he caught as he glanced in the rearview mirror? The man’s stricken expression was almost enough to make Junior turn around, grab the corpsman out of the worn front seat of his old truck, and take him home so they could love all the hurt in both of their hearts away.
Josie Kerr is a transplanted West Texan living on the edge of semi-profoundly rural Georgia,
a.k.a. the southernmost edge of the northernmost county in Metro Atlanta.
She has an M.Ed. in Secondary English Education, but discovered that she hated high school more the second time than she did the first, so she decided to meld her love of technology with her education background and became an Instructional Designer. When not writing articles about how to fire someone without getting sued or why you should really not apply for jobs using your SexxyStud99@aol.com email address, she writes steamy romance novels that feature grown-up Heroes and Heroines.