Written With Regret, the first in an all-new emotional duet from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez, is available now!
Every little girl dreams of the fairytale. The one where the white knight rushes in to save her from the clutches of evil. They fall in love, have babies, and live happily ever after.
By that definition, my life should have been a fairytale too.
When I was eight years old, Caven Hunt saved me from the worst kind of evil to walk the Earth. It didn’t matter that I was a kid. I fell in love with him all the same.
But that was where my fairytale ended.
Years later, a one-night stand during the darkest time imaginable gave us a little girl. It was nothing compared to the pitch black that consumed me when I was forced to leave her with Caven for good.
At the end of every fairytale, the happily-ever-after is the one thing that remains consistent. It wasn’t going to be mine, but there hadn’t been a night that passed where I hadn’t prayed that it would be hers.
I owed Caven my life.
However, I owed that innocent child more.
And that included ripping the heart from my chest and facing her father again.
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Life had never been easy for me. Chaos had been following me like a dark cloud, looming and hovering, casting its shadow far and wide despite how bright the path in front of me should have appeared. After growing up the way I had, where happiness had been more of a privilege than a choice, I knew better than to believe that that moment would be anything other than fleeting.
And one second later, the universe proved me right.
I opened the door to see who had rung the bell—a cursory check revealed an empty hallway.
And that’s when I heard it: the sound that changed not only my entire life in the present, but my life for all future days to come.
At first, it was just a grunt, but as if that baby could feel my gaze, the minute my eyes made contact, it let out a sharp cry.
Confusion hit me like a lightning bolt, sending me back a step. I used the door frame for balance as I took in the yellow blanket with a hole only big enough to reveal a pale-pink face.
“What the fuck?” I breathed. Glancing around the hall, I waited for someone to jump out and start laughing. When no one spoke up to issue a punchline, I took a step closer and repeated, “What the fuck?”
I was utterly unable to process the absurdity in front of me.
Of course, I knew the facts.
It was a baby.
On my doorstep.
But the why in that equation was glaringly absent.
“Uhhh,” Ian drawled, peering over my shoulder. “Why is there a kid at your door?”
“I have no idea,” I replied, staring down at the squirming and now-screaming bundle. “It was just there when I opened the door.”
Ian shoved me to the side so he could stand beside me. “You’re shitting me, right?”
“Does it look like I’m shitting you?”
He looked from me to the baby, then back again. “How did it get there?”
We were two incredibly smart men who had created a technology empire out of nothing. But, clearly, a baby was too big for either of us to wrap our minds around.
I swept an arm out and pointed to the kid. “I have no clue, but I’m assuming it didn’t catch a cab.”
A light of understanding hit his eyes. He moved first, stepping over the crying baby and hurrying down the hall, searching around the corner near the elevator before returning alone.
The party continued behind me, but even with the door open, the loud chatter was no match for the ear-piecing cries happening in that hallway.
Veronica suddenly appeared beside me, her body going solid as she stammered out. “Is that…a baby?”
“Back up,” I urged, throwing my arm out to block her path as though the infant were going to suddenly morph into a rabid animal. And let’s be honest, I knew nothing about babies. Anything was possible.
Ian dropped to his knees, scooping up the wailing child. Meanwhile, I stood there like a gawking idiot, paralyzed by a weight I didn’t yet understand.
“Call the pol—” He stopped abruptly and reached into the top of the child’s blanket. “Oh shit,” he whispered, his wide, panic-filled eyes flashing to mine.
“What?” I asked, stepping toward him to get a better look at the kid. Only it wasn’t that tiny baby cradled in his arms that made my heart stop and bile rise in my throat.
There, in my best friend’s hand, was a folded piece of notebook paper that had been tucked into the child’s blanket. From the looks of it, the paper was unremarkable in every sense of the word. Blue lines, white spaces, hanging remnants from where it had been haphazardly ripped from a spiral bound notebook. Even the crease was crooked. But it was my name scrawled on the outside in messy, black ink that made it the most remarkable paper in existence.
I snatched it from his hand and, with blood roaring in my ears, opened it.
I’m sorry. I never meant for this to happen. This is our daughter Keira. I’ll love her forever. Take care of her the way I can’t.
Written with regret,
The hall began to spin, my head feeling like every ounce of blood had been drained from my body. The thundering in my ears faded and the loud chatter of my guests, who were suddenly aware that something was happening at the door, roared to life.
And then the chaos finally found me all over again—the past playing out in my head like my life flashing before my eyes.
I sucked in a deep breath and looked at the baby in his arms. The blanket had fallen off its head just enough to reveal a patch of fine hairs, more orange than its mother’s red.
“Call the police,” I declared, turning on a toe and walking back into my apartment, leaving Ian standing in the hall with Hadley’s child.
Shoving through the crowd of concerned onlookers, I headed straight to the bottles of liquor lining the counter. I didn’t bother with ice or even a glass. I threw back that bottle of vodka, hoping like hell the burn of the alcohol could numb the panic coursing through my veins.
Through it all, that baby never stopped crying.
Holy Mother!!! I can’t breathe must be because I have been holding my breath too long. I LOVE this book so much. I have not read a book where I was laughing out loud and crying at the same time. This author’s story telling is just extraordinary – brought out every emotion and feels in me every single time. Reading the blurb, I knew it was heart-wrenching but nothing prepares me for how much it ripped my heart out. OMG I was literally hurting for them both – the angsts, the groveling, the awful interactions and words exchanged between them. Caven is angry and I can’t even fault him. I love the hero – so sweet to his little girl. Something about single dad just melt my heart. Hadley went through hell and back. She is trying to make it right. But the ending is so F**K – I don’t know what is going on anymore. What I thought I knew about Hadley is all shot to hell. I can’t really say anything more without giving a way the secrets (and there is more secret to come). This book is so FREAKING phenomenal. I adore little Rosie – she so deserves all the happiness. She is so stinking cute. Caven’s brother is a total ball-buster and I like the way he is so protective of Caven. Rosie’s friend too is amazing – a spitfire, super sassy and hilarious. I would love something on them. This was an all-nighter for me. I did not sleep a wink and it was WORTH it!! Amazing cast of characters, exciting unique storyline, funny, emotional, ansgty, full of surprises. Addicting! I am dying for the conclusion. Honestly MUST READ this year!
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Sometimes lady luck shakes your hand, and sometimes she smacks your face. Sometimes she does both on the same day.
Three years ago I met the most amazing woman. We were both down on our luck. Then I got that call—the one that tells you to get your buns on a plane to go meet your destiny.
But the girl was left behind. I didn’t have her phone number, and she didn’t know my real name.
While I became a professional hockey player, she became a superstar, with platinum records and legions of fans. And a slick, music producer boyfriend who treated her badly.
But fate wasn’t done with us yet. When Delilah turns up at a hockey game, I can’t resist making contact. The internet swoons when I ask her out on a date.
She might not remember me. But her jerkface ex does. He’ll do anything to keep us apart.
Good thing athletes never give up. This time I’m playing for keeps.
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“Would you like a beer?” the cute bartender asks me.
I glance at the pile of mint leaves on his cutting board and hesitate. “Sure,” I say. But the mint looks so fresh and pretty.
“I could make you something different.”
“Beer is great. A cold…”
“—lager,” he finishes. “No glass, no opener.”
When I look up to flash him a smile, my heart does a little somersault. Those kind eyes are smiling at me, too. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“It’s really no problem.” He turns toward the beer cooler. “You’re an easy customer, trust me.”
But I really meant—thank you for remembering. As he leans down to grab a bottle for me, I find myself admiring the strong muscles in his back. Stop it, I admonish myself. It only gets worse when he turns around and places the bottle in front of me. I’ve never seen hands like his. I didn’t even know wrists could look muscular.
Even so. Ogling him is not why I came here. I pull out my keychain opener and remove the cap from my beer.
He discards it, gives me another pleasant smile and then picks up his paring knife again.
I take a sip, wondering when he’s going to mention my show at the Coconut Club. He was there. I saw him.
He separates some mint leaves from their stems and says nothing.
I last about seventeen seconds. “Well?”
“Well?” He looks up. “Sorry?”
“Jesus lord.” I close my eyes and then open them again. This is not going how I’d hoped it would. “What did you think?”
“Of…?” His amazing eyes are studying me.
“Forget I asked.” I take a swig of beer.
“Think about what?” He pushes the cutting board aside, and his smile turns knowing.
“My set at the Coconut Club! I saw you holding up that wall in the back. Don’t lie.”
He tips his head back and lets out a sudden laugh. “I’m so busted. I loved your show, but I didn’t expect you to spot me.”
“You loved it so much you weren’t going to say anything?” The sentence sounds crazy to my own ears. I put down the beer. “You know what? Never mind. I’m just being psycho right now. This town is getting into my head.”
“Listen, girly.” He braces both (muscular!) hands on the bar and looks me right in the eye. “I loved it so much that I don’t even know what to say about it. From that moment at the beginning—when you shut that asshole’s maw? To the part where you made a lady cry.” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t look away. And I never wanted it to end.”
I give him a slow blink, just trying to take that in. It’s so much more than I was even hoping to hear.
“Shit, Delilah. If that set doesn’t win you whatever contract you’re looking for, they don’t even deserve you.”
Something warm and unfamiliar settles into the center of my belly. “That might be the nicest thing anyone ever said to me. Which only means you’re still trying to get my phone number.”
He laughs immediately. “Can’t both things be true? Both my musical assessment and my interest in your evening plans?”
“Because you know so much about music.” I flip my hair and take another sip of beer.
“Look. I don’t know shit about music. But I know plenty about talent.” He leans down on a set of forearms I shouldn’t be noticing. “I know that talent sometimes takes a nap at just the wrong moment, but it never stays asleep for long. I also know that luck matters, too. If they don’t give you what you want, it won’t be your fucking fault.”
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
But he’s not done. “I saw something else valuable the other night. You’re good in the clinch. And that counts for double, I swear to God.”
“Yeah. You’re not just good at practice.” He pauses, wrinkling up his interesting nose. “What word would a musician use? Okay—you’re not a rehearsal musician. That stage was like your home. Either that or you fake it really well. That’s going to pay your rent someday, I promise.”
“Wow.” It’s like he looked right into my terrified little soul and found the very thing I needed to hear. Those beautiful eyes of his are practically burning me right now, so I have to look away. “Thank you. Really. I really needed that pep talk.”
I make the mistake of looking up at him again, and, for a split second, I see pure yearning. It’s like our souls vibrate at exactly the same frequency. And I have no idea what to do with that.
Release date July 8th, 2019
A Standalone Contemporary Romance
#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Vi Keeland
When I first encountered Ford Donovan, I had no idea who he was…well, other than the obvious. Young, gorgeous, successful, smart. Did I mention young? If I did, it bears repeating. Ford Donovan was too young for me.
Let’s back up to how it all started. My best friend decided I needed to start dating again. So, without my knowledge, she set up a profile for me on a popular dating site—one that invited men ages twenty-one to twenty-seven to apply for a date. Those nicknamed Cunnilingus King were told they’d go straight to the top for consideration. The profile wasn’t supposed to go live. Another point that bears repeating—it wasn’t supposed to.
Nevertheless, that’s how I met Ford, and we started messaging. He made me laugh; yet I was adamant that because of his age, we could only be friends. But after weeks of wearing me down, I finally agreed to one date only—my first after twenty years of being with my high school sweetheart. I knew it couldn’t last, but I was curious about him.
Though, you know what they say…curiosity kills the cat.
My legs wobbled walking into the restaurant.
Ford was seated at the bar. When he turned around, he took my breath away.
His sexy smile nearly melted my panties.
But…he looked so familiar.
As I got closer I realized why.
He was the son of the neighbor at our family’s summer home.
The boy next door.
Only now…he was all man.
I hadn’t seen him in years.
I left the restaurant and planned to put the entire crazy thing behind me.
Which I did. Until summer came.
And guess who decided to use his family’s summer home this year?
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Imperfect Match, a sexy friends to lovers standalone romance, from New York Times bestselling Corinne Michaels & USA Today bestselling Melanie Harlow, is available now!
Rule number one for a professional matchmaker?
Don’t fall in love with your client.
I screwed that up when I fell for my best friend, Reid Fortino. He’s gorgeous, successful, and sexy as hell. I figured it would be easy to find him a match—and save the family business at the same time.
But the more time I spend attempting to find the perfect girl, the more I realize how much I want him for my own. What’s the harm if we give in for just one night?
I should have known that would never be enough.
Now I’m on the verge of losing my job and my heart.
We were an imperfect match from the start, but I don’t know how to let him go.
This the cutest friend-to-lover romance. Reid is successful, gorgeous, charming, single and ready to mingle. Willow is witty, easy going, fun and she has the perfect job to match her personality. Willow thought it was a good idea to use her best friend as a guinea pig client. If she can successfully find a HEA for Reid she might have a chance of taking over her family business. Willow’s plan backfired when she fell head over heel in love with said client. I really love Reid and Willow light-hearted romance. They are so adorable together, off the chart chemistry and hilarious awkward verbal banters. Just the perfect amount of angst, flirt, sex and romance. These two authors together are just magnetic – fantastic storyline, seamless writing and perfect pace. Such a beautiful, feel good love story I could not stop giggling to myself. Devoured in one sitting.
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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Corinne Michaels is the author of nine romance novels. She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife.
After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness. She enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak and finding a way to heal them through their struggles. Her stories are chock full of emotion, humor, and unrelenting love.
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Pretty Reckless, an all-new standalone high school, bully romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen, is available now!
We were supposed to be best friends
But turned out to be worst enemies…
They say revenge is a dish best served cold.
I’d had four years to stew on what Daria Followhill did to me, and now my heart is completely iced.
I took her first kiss.
She took the only thing I loved.
I was poor.
She was rich.
The good thing about circumstances? They can change. Fast.
Now, I’m her parents’ latest shiny project.
Her housemate. Her tormentor. The captain of the rival football team she hates so much.
Yeah, baby girl, say it—I’m your foster brother.
There’s a price to pay for ruining the only good thing in my life, and she’s about to shell out some serious tears.
Daria Followhill thinks she is THE queen. I’m about to prove to her that she’s nothing but a spoiled princess.
Everyone loves a good-old, unapologetic punk.
But being a bitch? Oh, you get slammed for every snarky comment, cynical eye roll, and foot you put in your adversaries’ way.
The thing about stiletto heels is that they make a hell of a dent when you walk all over the people who try to hurt you.
In Penn Scully’s case, I pierced his heart until he bled out, then left it in a trash can on a bright summer day.
Four years ago, he asked me to save all of my firsts for him.
Now he lives across the hall, and there’s nothing I want more than to be his last everything.
His parting words when he gave me his heart were that nothing in this world is free.
Now? Now he is making me pay.
WHOA! I don’t read a lot of young adult romance and more frequent than not I find high school drama is too much for me. But man, Pretty Reckless takes the cake. It’s so good I could not put it down. You will be hooked too. The writing is really superb. It’s witty, fierce, wicked and absolutely brutal at time. I love the storyline so much – the rich girl and the boy from the wrong side of the track but there is so much more than a love story. The book touches on so many subjects – peer pressure, lies, deceits, mental abuse and physical abuse of power, belonging, acceptant, loyalty, friendship, love and forgiveness. All this packed into one big rollercoaster ride. It’s emotional, intense, angst-filled, and completely addicting. Daria and Penn’s journey is complex, passionate, raw, full of twists and turns, sadness and triumph. In the end, unconditional love conquers all. Phenomenal writing and magnificent love story. My favorite author for young adult romance.
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L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.
Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people’s’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.
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Junk Mail, a hilariously sexy standalone by New York Times bestselling author is live and available everywhere.
It all started with a sexy selfie. 🍆
A deliciously naughty, tell-everyone-you-know read!
About Junk Mail
It all started with a sexy selfie.
Texted to the wrong number.
Not my finest moment—but I have nothing to be ashamed of.
She thought I was no better, and I quote, than the knuckle-dragging douche-bags she was never dating again.
It was a stupid dare from a girl I’d met online, but since she’d given me a fake number, I didn’t feel bad that my interests were suddenly focused elsewhere—on the fiery and sharp-tongued, Peyton that I found myself sparring with over text for the rest of the evening.
The following day, my case of mistaken identity came back to bite me in the banana.
When I strolled into the office, I was introduced to Peyton as the new client I needed to win over. The Peyton , in case you’re not tracking.
And let’s just say she had my full attention.
Beauty? Oh yeah.
And the best part? She hated me on sight.
Dear God, do I love a challenge.
Let the games begin.
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Hollywood is a temptress, a trickster, a soul-stealing devil. I married an A-list player, knowing I come second place to his craft. But Lucas and I are a golden couple, a modern-day fairy tale.
I’ve never doubted what we built…until the sudden death of Lucas’s best friend has scandal rocking the Hills and shaking the foundation of our relationship.
I chose Lucas as my safe haven…he chose the role of a lifetime.
For the next three months, I’ll share my nights with a stranger, watching as he buries his pain, immersed in his role and living as someone else.
We’ve done this before. I tell myself it’s just another movie, and he’ll return to me.
I should’ve known this time would be different.
To get my husband back, I’ll need the strength of ten men.
As it turns out, I’ll have to go through two.
So, if you are familiar with Kate Stewart’s book you know she doesn’t do anything ordinary. Her stories are unique, risky, emotional, and heartbreaking. The hero in this story is a Hollywood star but not as typical as you might think. This story is not about the glitz and the glam of a superstar. Lucas has serious demons. On the outside, he seemingly has it all – a beautiful wife and a successful career. But he is screaming inside, buried in pain over the death of his best friend. Lucas took on the role of a lifetime, immersed totally in his role, living as someone else and completely loses himself in the process. Has he gone overboard this time and at what cost? The concept of “method acting” I had never heard of before and the ending left me reeling. Bravo!!!
Lucas and Mila’s story proves that love/marriage is not always roses and sunshine. Sometimes it’s messy, painful and sad. You must put in the time, effort, and patience (which Mila has in an abundance ❤️) to make it work. What I appreciate about Kate is that she doesn’t sugar coat anything — even the ugliest parts. That’s why her characters always come through completely real, honest, and sincere.
As always, the writing is extraordinary – I was an emotional mess after I finished. But don’t worry, the story was told in the past (fun, flirty, sexy) and present, so you do get some reprieve from all the angsts and heartache.
Method is fascinating – all the feels,. It’s raw, intense, romantic and all too consuming. Once again, the author touches my heart and leaves a mark. Read it!
5 Big Fat Tears Stars
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A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.Contact Kate- Emailfirstname.lastname@example.org
Release Date: April 11, 2019
name is Zachariah Prince.
false rumors about her. And in high school, he ruined her prom.
that his dark eyes seem to follow her everywhere. Sometimes, even in her
freaking mansion full of butlers and maids. He’s rude and arrogant, and she
wants to stay as far away from him as possible.
Everyone loves a hot, broody jock, right? The kind who’s stare sets your body on fire and all common sense flies out the window?
Well, not this girl.
Sure, Keith Montgomery has the looks, but in his case, beauty is only skin deep. He’s egotistical, obnoxious and the most shallow person I’ve ever met.
And I’m his new roommate.
Turns out we were both desperate.
But that’s where our commonalities end. He’s indecisive where I’m sensible, chaotic where I’m organized. So why do I ache for those minutes alone with him?
I’m not the type of girl who likes to get burned, but suddenly the idea of playing with Fire is getting harder to resist.
Sunday morning rolls in with bright sunlight beaming through the open blinds of the far bedroom window. My new bedroom. It’s fairly sparse, with a beat up dresser, a nightstand and desk tucked into the corner by the closet. Not a single one of them match and likely came from a consignment shop, but rather than curl at distaste, I beam brightly at the opportunity to refinish these and make them look brand-spanking new and make a mental note to stop by a hardware store sometime this week to pick up some supplies. Of course, I’m on a limited budget, so I’ll need to do some serious penny pinching to get the project done.
Before I pull back the solid black comforter, I take a moment to just sit and revel in the ensuing silence of the small place. It was never this quiet at the sorority house. Girls were up at the crack of dawn and the house would bustle with the sounds of hairdryers and heels clicking against the hardwood floors. I never needed to set an alarm when I was there. But, here, it’s so peaceful you could hear a pin drop, needless to say, living in a house full of people is incredibly overrated.
Peeling back the covers, I take a moment to stretch before rising from the bed and walking over to the small full length mirror by the dresser. My hair is a tangled mess that would be a suitable home for a family of flamboyant rats and I’m still wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday since my bags are still tucked away in the trunk of the car. I slip the spare hair tie off my wrist and pull my hair back into a messy bun, trying to ignore the fire break of brown root peeking through the pink.
Task number two, purchase hair dye.
Smoothing down my crinkled blouse, I do a quick sniff check just to be in the safe side and head to the door and swing it open, but wind up tripping over at pile of bags sitting directly in front of my door.
“You know, someone should really put you in a bubble.” A familiar husky voice declares.
I crane my head upwards and come nose to nose with Keith’s crotch hidden behind a burgundy colored towel that is tied in a knot by the right side of his hip. Or nose to crotch, I guess is more accurate.
My eyes trail up and linger at the sharply cut V of his torso. The arrow to happy town as Bianca likes to call it. I, however, can’t even begin to find a nickname for it since I’ve never seen one in the flesh. Not nearly as defined, anyway.
Oh, and the term “washboard abs”? Yeah, that’s a thing, because I’m staring at them, right now. Each fucking abdominal muscle is chiseled like some brilliant artist carved them out of bronzed marble and I have to bite my eager tongue before it decides to lick and trace every hard line that leads up to his broad chest and cut shoulders.
When my eyes finally reach Keith’s There’s a wicked gleam shimmering in those gem colored irises. He knows damn well how fine he is.
“Since I got a peak of yours, last night, I’ll be more than happy to show you my assets. In the interest of fairness and all.” He says smugly.
His hand closes around the knot of the towel and I scramble to my feet. “Don’t you dare untie that towel!”
I throw my hand over my eyes because if I get another look at his bare torso, the overwhelming urge to tear away the terry cloth with my teeth will no doubt shred every ounce of resistance I have against him.
I jut my hand out in an attempt to feel around for the walls of the hallway, concentrating on keeping my fingers tightly sealed over my hungry eyes and end up slapping my palm over a slab of hard, heated flesh.
“Oh my God, will you just get out of here!” I shout as I yank my hand back and start flapping it wildly as though burned. Which isn’t entirely far from what had just happened.
The deep rumble of his chuckle echoes through the hall and damn the human body for only having two arms instead of four so I could protect my ears from the hypnotic sound.
Strong hands grasp my shoulders, gently turning me to the left and gives me a slight nudge into the direction of the staircase.
I remove my hand from my face when I feel safe enough and rush down the stairs as Keith calls down after me.“Just so ya know, the offer is always open.”
Whoa! What an absolute heartfelt, adorable, sexy love story. This one is about Keith and Lexi who we met in Sweet Insanity. Keith just gotten kick off the hockey team for the rest of the season after being caught with drugs. Keith’s parents had high expectations for him to take over the family business one day, but at this point they are furious and decided to cut off all financial support. For the first time, Keith needs a find a real job but there isn’t much. He found himself working as a barista blending drinks at a local gym 😊 LOL how far the prince has fallen. Lexi is also at a cross road. She too is looking for work and a new place to live. Lexi’s best friend Dahlia happened to date Zack, Keith’s current roommate … and voila! Welcome new roomies Keith and Lexi!
Keith and Lexi could not be more opposite. Keith is heart-stopping gorgeous, delicious, arrogant man-whore with a filthy mouth. He has a type and it isn’t involved his new roomie Lexi or so he thinks … Lexi is shy, wide-eye, bright smile, beautiful, down to earth, someone you would want to be your bestie kind of girl. Lexi also has her standards in man and the cocky mouthwatering sexy ex-hockey player isn’t one of them… or is it??? I really enjoy the fun and flirting relationship between Lexi and Keith. Keith loves to tease and make sexual innuendo comment which makes Lexi turned red tomato … she really is adorable. I love the hilarious banters between them. I like that they developed a sweet friendship first then of course turned into a hot and heavy romance later (fanning 😊). There is not too much drama going on (except one) which is quite refreshing. Keith does have some personal issue he needs to work on and Lexi was perfect for him … patience and kind. Sweet Fatality was an awesome read – fun, passionate, heartwarming, romantic sport/friend-to-lover romance. Second book of the Sweet Series – second novel period, but very well-written. Can’t wait for more to come from this author.
Old hurt runs deep…
After she left, I was given a second chance at life thanks to my savior and adoptive father. A chance I refused to waste. Determined to be invincible, I became a true fighter in every sense of the word. Nothing and no one would get in my way.
Not even the guy who sat behind me in class.
Zack Graves had the entire world in his hands. A promising hockey career and the confidence and gorgeous looks that had every girl throwing themselves at his feet.
Except me. I was only too happy to wipe the smirk off his face while tossing him on his smug behind.
And he kept coming back for more.
I kept my scars hidden, until Zack managed to trace the lines straight to a place I fought to keep guarded.
Zack was fighting his own immortality, his own scars becoming visible the closer we got. He challenged my guard at every turn forcing me to fight harder, only to realize he would be my undoing.
But some wounds refuse to heal.
About the Author:
Upon discovering the world of indie romance, Desiree found her tribe and started her journey as a blogger and booktuber, eventually turning her attention to her lifelong aspiration of becoming an author.
Aside from losing herself in a good book, she enjoys listening to progressive metal, working out, and cooking.
Desiree currently resides in Connecticut with her husband and young son, who serve as her biggest inspirations in her writing journey.
Chemistry so hot it should be illegal!
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That inked bad boy who’s been flirting hard with me since he rode into town? Turns out he’s my new housemate, which is one hell of a problem since our chemistry is so hot it should be illegal.
I have a fantastic family, great best friends, a job I love…and now I’m up for a promotion to police sergeant. I need total focus—not a flirty, dirty, irresistible, tattooed hottie riding into my town on his motorcycle. Can I arrest him for being too good-looking? When he kisses me senseless in the back of a waffle truck, it’s criminal, the things he makes me think about hot syrup and melted butter. One order of hot, fluffy hookup to go, please.
But the next time I see him, it’s not for our date with benefits. He’s the guy who just rented the room above my garage.
I need the rent to pay my bills, not a man like Derek, who I soon discover to be strong, caring, generous, good with kids, and kind to puppies… If I’m not careful, he’ll be moving into my heart as well as my house.
A no-strings-attached fling with the fiery redhead who revs my engine? Why, yes, that does sound like a delicious perk of my new job in this new town, thank you very much. I’m coming off a bad relationship, and I have zero interest in anything serious. I’ve got all the serious I need helping my sister take care of her three little kids while her husband is deployed.
Except, surprise! Perri isn’t just my future fling. Turns out she’s my sexy, sassy landlord.
A lease definitely counts as “strings attached,” and as much as I’d like to get tangled in her sheets, I can’t let myself get tangled up in a relationship.
But as soon as we put the cuffs on our escapades, I learn over late-night conversations in the kitchen, that my landlord is so much more than the sexiest woman I’ve ever met– she has a quick mind and the biggest heart.
Once I’m in, I’m all in. And to convince her that we should see where this goes, I plan on turning up the heat—and not just in the kitchen.
The Feelgood Factor left me feeling really good indeed 😊Perri is a badass cop. She is up for a promotion, so she is working extra hard to prove the boss she deserves the spot. Derek is a firefighter who just moved in town to help his sister taking care of the kids while her husband is deployed oversea. Neither Derek nor Perri is looking for a relationship, least of all the L word. Perri needs to rent out her upstairs room and Derek is ready to get off his sister’s couch. BAM! Welcome new roomies thanks to Perri’s brother meddling monkey business. Let’s the angst and the sexual tension begin… Love both characters. Perri is quirky, sexy, fun. She is badass on the street but in the bedroom … not so much. Derek is a total flirt. He knew what he wanted and went after Perri the first time he laid eyes on her. Perri couldn’t stand a chance against the alpha, tattooed, dirty mouth, sexy on wheel newbie in town. Tons of chemistry and sexiness between these two. Awesome banters. Both Perri and Derek have some relationship issues they needed to get through. It was nice to see them slowly melt their hearts and give love a second chance. Another light-hearted, sweet, sexy romcom! Fantastic read!
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About Lauren Blakely:
A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s sweet, sexy and witty. Her heroines are strong and smart and her heroes have hearts of gold and fantastic funny bones. She lives in California with her family, including her smoking hot and hilarious husband and her two brilliant and kind children. She has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs — she might have four dogs, or maybe five. If she’s lucky, she’ll soon have six dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, and she’s sold more than 3 million books. In March she’ll release THE FEEL GOOD FACTOR, in May THE DATING PROPOSAL, and in June SATISFACTION GUARANTEED. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter