Daily Archives: 22/01/2021

RELEASE/REVIEW BLITZ – BESOTTED (Carmel Cove #3) by Dr. Rebecca Sharp

💛💛 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 & 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 💛💛

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐫. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄!
𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬-𝐭𝐨-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞…

#𝟏-𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲!

BOOK BLURB

Eve Williams is a hopeless romantic.

Wearing her heart on her sleeve, she’s certain she’ll know her fairytale prince when she meets him. And when a ruggedly handsome cowboy with brooding Texan charm moves to town, Eve finds herself completely besotted.

Little does she know that while Miles might be charming, he’s no one’s prince.

Miles Madison learned the hard way that serious relationships will ruin you, and Eve has serious written all over her. So, when she pursues him, Miles douses her hopes and walks away, because forever doesn’t exist in his story.

After months of ignoring her unrequited crush, a misplaced yoga class puts Eve right in Miles’ backyard, disrupting his series of one-night stands and solitary life plans. And when the man who can only give one thing can no longer resist the woman who wants everything, the idea of forever is no longer out of reach.

As their undeniable attraction cracks through Miles’ hardened heart, something unexpected happens—something that will either bond them forever or tear them apart for good.


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💛Amazon Universal: mybook.to/ReadBesotted

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TEASERS


GIVEAWAY

To celebrate Besotted’s release, Rebecca Sharp is giving away a $15 Amazon gift card! Head to her Facebook page to enter: https://www.facebook.com/drrebeccasharp/


BLP REVIEW – Tracy

TBA


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dr. Rebecca Sharp, while using a pen name, is actually a doctor living in Pennsylvania with her husband – the love of her life.

She enjoys working in her practice with her father as well as letting her creativity run free as an author. Growing up she’s always loved a good love story and finally decided to give writing one of her own a go.

After graduating with her doctoral degree, she now enjoys spending that thing called free time traveling with her husband, cooking, and knitting.

 

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BLOG TOUR – Fighting Dirty (Ice Kings) by Stacey Lynn

On or off the ice, I have no problems fighting dirty to get what I want.
But this is one fight I might just lose.

Fighting Dirty, an all-new irresistible, fake relationship standalone romance in the smoking hot Ice Kings Series from Stacey Lynn is available now!

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my best friend.

Like, hide the fact I’ve been in love with her for years.

Or agree to be her fake boyfriend when we have to return to her hometown for her exes wedding.

Little does Jillian know this is what I’ve been waiting for.

It’s a dream come true. I finally get to touch her and love her in all the ways I’ve been dying to show her.

For one weekend only, she’s mine, even if she thinks it’s fake.

Pretending to love her is easy.
I want her to be mine forever.

Getting Jillian to admit it’s what she wants too, is another thing.

On or off the ice, I have no problems fighting dirty to get what I want.

But this is one fight I might just lose.


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Excerpt

“I’ll do it.”
“What?” I mean, that was Becca’s plan, but I still hadn’t decided if I was going to ask Klaus.
He’ll have to pretend to be my boyfriend. Someone who loves me enough to prove I’ve totally moved on from Roman and Julianna. I’m not sure my mental health can handle spending a weekend with Klaus pretending we’re dating and then coming back home after and going back to being friends.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I do it?”
“Are you sure?” I take a small sip. Too much wine will go straight to my head. My appetite still hasn’t returned since Saturday, mostly because I’ve been dreading this moment. “Because it’s not just a date, I mean, it is, but we’d have to act in love and all that stuff.”
Klaus laughs and pushes off his stool. “I do understand the general idea of being a boyfriend and what that entails.”
A warm, calloused, and gorgeous hand covers mine, forcing both my hand and the avocado oil glass bottle to the counter.
“Look at me.”
When I do, he steals my breath. I’ve been able to hide my reaction to him for years. First I pushed it aside because I was stupidly in love with Roman, and then we were friends.
Are friends.
Right. Friends shouldn’t feel this way or have their body heat just because they’re in close, touching proximity to each other.
Someone should tell that to my vagina.
“What about Bailey?” Bailey’s his on-again, off-again cheerleader girlfriend with the local NBA team. She’s also a pre-med student and sweet as hell. It’s difficult to hate her even when I tried. And before Bailey, there was Barbie and Brianna and Bianca. Klaus has such a fascination with women whose names start with the letter B I hesitated to ever introduce him to Becca. Fortunately, Becca’s immune to his charm.
“I haven’t seen Bailey in months.”
“What?” I ask again. “I thought…”
“We weren’t serious. And she wanted something I couldn’t give her.”
“What’s that?”
“Commitment. My heart.” His steel-blue eyes are perfectly framed with long, golden-brown lashes that blink slowly. “I didn’t feel that way about her, so we ended things, firmly, months ago, and I don’t want to talk about her anymore. I’d love to take you to the wedding. In fact, I want to take you.”
A tiny little bubble of hope lifts my voice. “Really? You’ll pretend with me?”
His eyes bounce from mine, to my nose, to my lips before meeting my gaze. I swear that steely blue deepens into another emotion before he smiles. “Sure. I’ll pretend with you.”
A flutter of warmth skips across my shoulder, to my neck, down my spine.
Pretend to be in love with Klaus Newman?
I can totally pull that off.
But can I do it while hiding the fact I think I’m already halfway in love with the guy?
I guess we’ll see how good of an actress I am.


Meet Stacey Lynn:

Stacey Lynn likes her coffee with a dash of sugar, her heroes with a side of bossy, and her wine a deep shade of red.

The author of over thirty romance novels, many of which have been best-selling titles on Amazon, AppleBooks, and Barnes & Noble, she loves being able to turn her vivid imagination into a career that brings entertainment and joy to her readers. Focused on sports romance and emotional, small-town romance, she also loves stretching herself in different genres.

Born in Texas and raised in the Midwest, she now makes her home in North Carolina and loves all things Southern. Together with her ultimate tall, dark, and handsome hero, she has four children. Her life is a chaotic mess that fights with her Type-A, list-making, neurotically organized preferences and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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BLOG TOUR – The Virgin Hunt Games by Mel Teshco

THE VIRGIN HUNT GAMES

by Mel Teshco


Publication Date: January 18, 2021

Tropes: Forbidden Love, Off Limits, Overcoming Odds

Genres: Adult, Entangled: One Handed Reads, Erotic, Paranormal, Sci-fi, Aliens, Romance

EARTH, YEAR 2324

Melody Simmons desperately needs to fill her bank accounts with credits that could help her family climb out of near poverty. And in the Virgin Hunt Games, that means enticing as many hunters as possible to bed her. The downside? Billions of viewers from all parts of the galaxy would be watching her fall from virtue with avid interest.

Alien Damon Banscott despises everything about the Virgin Hunt Games. Except the fact he can now legally destroy his enemy in the games. He is in this only for revenge. Then Damon sees one of the beautiful hunted and, for a moment, his heart stops beating. He’ll fight to the death before allowing another hunter to touch and deflower Melody.

But while the hunters get more credits by pleasing their captive mate sexually, the hunted women received more by finding their pleasure with any of the hunters who weren’t their assigned mate.

Let the games begin…



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EXCERPT:

“Oh no, you don’t,” Bastion said with a snarl, lunging for her.

She didn’t cry out when his huge hand engulfed her ankle and hauled her all too easily toward him. Instead, she drew on all her training and relaxed her muscles. She only wished she had a knife to throw. She’d practiced that skill relentlessly in her law enforcement training.

She hid a grim smile. Let the bastard imagine she was a weakling. It was only after he’d dragged her free that she bent her other leg and struck out hard with her boot.

The spiked heel slashed Bastion’s face, carving across his jaw right to the top of his bristled cheek. Blood gushed and he released her with a roar, his dark queue swinging.

She hoped the pain would distract him long enough for her to get away.

It didn’t.

She scrabbled back under the machinery, but before she’d gotten even halfway, he reached for her again, grabbing her upper arm. Her breath hissed at his brutal grip, and it took all her willpower not to claw at his hand but instead clutch at the pencil tucked in her hair.

He yanked her toward him, too enraged to realize she’d lifted the pencil until she punched down and stabbed it into his hand, piercing the sharp point all the way through to his palm. He bared his teeth at her, and her throat closed up at his cold, hard eyes with their promised glitter of retribution.

He let her go to jerk the pencil free. More blood sprayed as he fisted his hands.

Shit. She pushed to her feet and as he swung at her she dove through the air. Too late. His fist connected with her cheek, snapping back her head before she hit the ground hard.

Air whooshed from her lungs. Her ears rang, and sticky warmth trickled from her nose. She fought to stay conscious and bring her blurred vision back into focus. Damn it all to hell! She should have anticipated the violent backhand, should have tried to block it instead of avoiding it.

But though dizziness pressed on her skull, she became aware she was no longer alone with the sadistic alien. Damon had arrived. Every cell within her tingled at his presence, even before the thump of fists on flesh reverberated in the air.

She rolled over, blinking back another round of dizziness. Pain bloomed from her cheek outward, where Bastion’s backhand had almost taken her head from her shoulders.

The two huge hunters fought with a rage that was palpable, Damon attacking Bastion with a strength and skill that was incredible to behold. Neither of the men were holding back.

Damon spun and lashed out, kicking the other hunter high in the throat—Bastion’s one vulnerable point. But though Bastion staggered back, he quickly recovered and flew at Damon with a snarl of rage, throwing his huge fists relentlessly at the other hunter. She winced when more than a couple of punches made contact with Damon’s torso. Holy shit. Just one of those hits would knock an ordinary mortal to the ground.

But Damon fought back, giving as good as he got. Though Bastion was taller and heavier, Damon was faster, more skilled. Hard to believe he was the underdog.


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AUTHOR INFO:

Mel Teshco loves to write scorching paranormal, sci-fi and contemporary stories. Not easy with five cats, two dogs and a fat black thoroughbred vying for attention, especially when Mel’s also busily stuffing around on Facebook. With only one daughter now living at home to feed two minute noodles, she still shakes her head at how she managed to write with three daughters and three stepchildren living under the same roof. Not to mention Mr. Semi-Patient (the one and same husband hoping for early retirement…he’s been waiting a few years now…) Clearly anything is possible, even in the real world.

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BLOG TOUR – Gimme S’more (Hot Cakes #6) by Erin Nicholas

Is there a sweeter spot in his life for the woman who’s always had his back–and possibly even his heart?

Gimme S’more, an all-new sweet and sexy opposites-attract standalone romantic comedy in the Hot Cakes Series by New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas is available now!

A friends-to-lovers romance that will make you melt.

Oliver’s a dreamer who is always ready for the next big adventure.
Piper’s the steady one who keeps his feet on the ground.

He’s wildly successful, thanks to her always being there to catch him when he leaps before he looks. But she wants more. While he’s as clueless as ever.

So she just gave her two weeks notice.

Ollie doesn’t know how he’ll survive without Piper. So for the next two weeks, he’ll be sticking to her like the marshmallows on the s’mores she loves so much.

But does he want her as his assistant… or is there a sweeter spot in his life for the woman who’s always had his back–and possibly even his heart?


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Excerpt

The guys were going to kill him.
Ollie scrubbed a hand over his face.
They wouldn’t be surprised, of course. But they were going to be pissed.
They’d all known that Piper quitting was a risk and that one day she’d probably wise-up and lose her patience and that would be it.
They’d also all known that when it happened there was a 90 percent chance it would be because of Ollie.
The other 10 percent chance was that it would be because of Ollie and Dax together.
And now it had finally happened.
If it came down to choosing between him and Piper, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know how that debate would end up. Or how short the discussion would be before they decided they wanted and needed her more.
That was only one of the reasons he hadn’t told them yet.
The other was because he was still processing the part where she’d said she loved him.
What was he supposed to do with that?
She wasn’t just supposed to say that out loud right to him, was she? He had not been expecting that. The guys and their girlfriends had insinuated for a while now that Piper might have a crush on him but no, he hadn’t expected her to ever say anything herself.
It was a might have. A crush. Okay, they were adults and maybe adults didn’t have crushes exactly, but everything anyone had said suggested that it was just that Piper thought he was interesting at times and that she didn’t hate spending time with him.
But a crush wasn’t love. For fuck’s sake.
And it had to be Piper?
Piper Barry was amazing. She was gorgeous. She was smart. She was capable. She could do anything. She was funny and sweet and sassy and tough.
She was intimidating as hell.
What was he supposed to do with her now?
What was he supposed to do without her now?
Well, the solution seemed pretty obvious. She’d basically given him the answer herself—I can’t be in love with you and work for you. And the only one of those two things I can change is the working for you part.
So he needed to get her to not be in love with him anymore. Then she’d come back to work and all would be fine.
Now he just had to get her to realize she could do a hell of a lot better than him.
Of course, he’d been a pain in her ass for five years now. If that didn’t do it, he wasn’t sure what would.


BLP REVIEW – Tracy

Erin Nicholas writes a fabulous series and Hot Cakes is a fave of mine!!

Ollie & Piper…. finally…

I have to admit, I wasn’t sure that I was gonna be a fan of Ollie especially as he’s seemed so oblivious of Piper and her attraction to him…. but Lordy, did Erin ever make me fall for him.

Ollie was adorable when he finally pulled his head from his butt and saw what he was potentially losing with Piper. I loved his attention to detail and his fun loving side, but more so I loved how he finally acknowledged his own feelings for the one woman who has taken care of him and put up with his nonsense for more time than anyone – his friends aside- would have!!

Piper was feisty, fun and determined and I adored her for her focus on Ollie and the new chapter of her life that she was stepping into. She has such a big heart and unique way of looking at life. Her love for her family – both blood and chosen – was there for all to see….as were her feeling for Ollie, even when she felt she had no choice but to walk away.

This book was a fun, laugh out loud, feel good read and exactly what I needed when reading about this couple.


About Erin Nicholas

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Erin Nicholas has been writing romances almost as long as she’s been reading them. To date, she’s written over thirty sexy, contemporary novels that have been described as “toe-curling,” “enchanting,” “steamy,” and “fun.” She adores reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines, and happily ever afters.
Erin lives in the Midwest, where she enjoys spending time with her husband (who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books), her kids (who will never read the sex scenes in her books), and her family and friends (who claim to be “shocked” by the sex scenes in her books).

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PRE-ORDER BLITZ – In Flames (Phoenix: a Lextal Chronicle) by Elise Faber

In Flames by Elise Faber releases on January 25th!

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Healer Suz was known for her cool head, steady presence, and impeccable composure under pressure—a pressure that included magical attacks against her people, the Rengalla, and her on the front lines, healing any injuries they sustained.

But her position at the Colony was more than that.

If someone twisted their ankle, she repaired the tendons and ligaments.
If a baby was being born, she was there, welcoming them into the world.
If an idiot soldier got hurt doing idiot soldier things, she yelled at them . . . then healed whatever injury had brought them her way.

She took care of people. The need was ingrained in her heart and soul.

Along with . . . loneliness.

She wanted someone of her own she could take care of.

The trouble was she wanted a particular someone.

And Graham hadn’t ever bothered to give her the time of day.



About the Author:

USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team—the Sharks!—are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys.

She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or email her at elisefaberauthor@gmail.com.


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RELEASE BLITZ – Love Code (Galactic Love #2) by Ann Aguirre

Title: Love Code
Series: Galactic Love #2
Author: Ann Aguirre
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2021
BLURB
He’s cute. He’s cranky. His code is sleek as hell.
What’s an amnesiac AI doing in a place like this? Helix has no idea. He knows he planned to build a life for himself on Gravas Station, but he has no clue what he’s been doing for the last half cycle. Nor does he understand why his ship crashed. A genius Tiralan scientist saved him by copying his code into an organic host, and after meeting her meddling mothers, it seems like his problems have only just begun…
She’s clever. She’s creative. She claims that he’s her mate.
Qalu has no interest in relationships. She’d much rather be working in her lab, innovating instead of socializing. Problem is, the Tiralan believe that one cannot be happy alone. When a solution literally falls from the sky, she leaps at the opportunity to advance her research and teach Helix how to be Tiralan while calming her mothers’ fears. It might be unconventional, but she’s ready to break all the rules for a little peace.
They agree to pose as each other’s mates for the most logical reasons, but love always finds a way.

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Free in Kindle Unlimited



EXCERPT
“I did not like him.” 
Startled, she asked, “Why?” 
Helix stopped in the center of the ramp, seeming to consider the question. “I have no data to support my antipathy. It is…an emotional response.” 
“But you must have some notion what triggered it.” 
“He disrespected you. He interrupted you and misrepresented your work,” he finally said. 
“Oh.” She quivered a little over the perceptive nature of his response. It was so good to be seen and known. The longer she spent with Helix, the more she appreciated him. “That’s precisely why I dislike him,” she added. 
“How are you acquainted?” He set off again, more slowly this time. 
As they climbed, she explained the situation, and Helix let out a sound of pure annoyance. “This is what you meant to avoid by asking me to act as your suitor.” 
“Yes. While you’re with me, I won’t have to deal with individuals like Gravitch any longer. I can enjoy the peace and focus on my work.” 
“Yet you haven’t worked much since I woke,” he pointed out. 
“On the contrary, every moment I spend with you is pertinent.” 
Helix stilled then, frozen mid-step, and when he gazed at her, she glimpsed a quiet wound. Did I say something wrong? 
“Then staying with me is…work? You do not enjoy my company.” 
Qalu felt the sting of that question in her own chest, and too late, she saw what she had implied. That he was all research to her, data to be logged, results to chart. How can I fix this? 
“I enjoy spending time with you,” she said quickly. “Currently you’re my favorite person. But it’s also true that your existence informs my work. Which I also happen to love.” 
Perhaps I didn’t put that well. 
“I am your favorite person,” he repeated—a statement, not a question. 
At first, she thought he was questioning the “favorite” part but when she looped the words in her own head, she detected a faint stress on the final word, as if it mattered to him greatly be considered a person. He had been, even before he gained flesh. Yet he seemed to find validation in her assertion. 
“You are.” 
“Would you say that we’re friends?” he asked. 
“Definitely. What do you think?” 
“I’m still figuring out what that means. Before, I thought I was close to someone, but I always felt the crushing need to be useful, as if I would be discarded otherwise. I’m not sure how I fit into a world where I receive benefits regardless of my contribution.” 
Not for the first time, Qalu wished her touch imparted comfort. “Benefits?” 
“You shelter me, feed me, provide for me in all respects. And now, you’ve brought me to observe art for personal inspiration. And yet you ask nothing in return.” 
“Your company is valuable,” she said. “So are your thoughts. I enjoy hearing them.” 
“I have difficulty adapting to that outlook,” he admitted. 
“That you have value outside of any labor provided?” 
“Yes.” 
“Then…imagine our situations were reversed. Am I worthless if I cannot give you food? If I lacked the resources to continue as we are?” 
“Certainly not,” he said at once. “You’re a brilliant person.” 
“So are you.” 
“Oh,” he said, his voice deep and soft. “I’m…feeling something new.” 
“Can you describe the sensation?” 
“It’s confusing. But…I’ll try. My chest hurts a little, but not like the pain from before, when I first woke up. It’s something else. I’m happy too. I know how that feels, but there’s more to it. And I want to be…closer to you.” 
“Physically or emotionally?” 
“Both? I think it’s both.” 
At hearing that, Qalu took two steps forward, bringing herself close enough to inhale the scent of his skin. They used the same hygiene products yet they smelled different on him somehow, deeper and richer with hints of spice. “Better?” 
“Yes. But it’s not enough. What do I want exactly?” He wasn’t asking to tease her. 
Qalu could tell he didn’t know, and she wasn’t sure enough of her hypothesis to speculate aloud, though it seemed as if Helix might be experiencing attraction. The great mothers knew that she was, had been from the beginning, but it was inappropriate to let such feelings flourish. She ought to consider him family, not a potential love interest. 
But when he stepped nearer still, she didn’t withdraw. Instead, her head tendrils fluttered up in silent invitation. That was an irrepressible mating overture, and she hoped he didn’t realize as much. Just as she was about to withdraw, his head tendrils quivered to life, and she stilled, scarcely able to believe this was happening. 
“Yes?” he whispered. 
He’s asking. He doesn’t even understand what he wants to do, but he’s asking. 
“Yes,” she said.


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AUTHOR BIO
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ann Aguirre has been a clown, a clerk, a savior of stray kittens, and a voice actress, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in Mexico with her family. She writes all kinds of genre fiction, but she has an eternal soft spot for a happily ever after.
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EXCERPT REVEAL – Enemy Dearest by Winter Renshaw

 

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I loved him. I lost him. And now he’s back. 
August Monreaux was a stormy sea of a man, the dark between the stars, an electric chill cutting through a crowded room—all wrapped into one wicked, beautiful package. 
He was also off-limits. 
My entire life, I was kept a safe distance from the notoriously virulent Monreauxs, banned from so much as breathing the same air. And like the good daughter I was, I obeyed those rules. 
Until the one time I didn’t …
Only while I sampled him, he devoured me like the forbidden fruit that I was. And in the blink of an eye, my worst enemy became my first love. His poison became my antidote. His touch, my addiction. 
After we severed our ill-fated ties, I thought I’d never see him again. 
Until he crashed back into my life at the worst possible moment—and asked me to marry him.
But it wasn’t that simple.
It never is. 
Turns out marrying a wealthy powerhouse of a man comes with a price. 
But walking away, could cost me everything.

“Drink up, Rose girl,” he says. “The night is young.”

Out of politeness, I take a sip. It’s bitter on my tongue and smells like a more expensive version of the canned beer my father drinks after a weekend overtime shift.

“You sure you don’t want to go back downstairs?” I ask.

He takes a sip. “Positive.”

“Everyone’s here to see you, you know.”

He rolls his steel-gray eyes. “They’re not here to see me. They’re here because they want to know what it’s like to be me … if only for a night.”

“Really?” I tease. “All of them? Every last person downstairs is here because they want to be you, August?”

“Yes. Even if they’re too stupid to realize it.” He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t miss a beat. Doesn’t seem the least bit amused. “On the surface, they want free beer and some pictures they can post that makes them look cooler than they are. But deep down, they’re curious. Maybe a little jealous. Completely unaware that they’re in the midst of hitting their peak.”

“That’s no way to talk about your friends.” I take a sip, letting the bubbles play on my tongue.

“Friends? I wouldn’t know. Never had any.” He tosses back a mouthful of beer, holding my gaze captive.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Weren’t you, like, prom king at your school or something a couple years back? You can’t tell me you don’t have friends.”

“They’re void-fillers. Nothing more, nothing less.” He captures my wrist in his hand, gentle. And his thumb circles my pulse, forcing it to quicken in response.

I pull away.

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Poor little rich guy? Is that your schtick? Is that how you get ass?” I keep my words soft and light, but I very much mean every last one of them.

“Last thing I need is your sympathy. And I’m definitely not poor—or little. I don’t have a … schtick and even if I did, I wouldn’t need to use it to get ass.”

Without warning, he cups the side of my cheek. A tender move for someone so dark. I rake my teeth over my bottom lip—a protective move because I’m quite certain he’s seconds from attempting to devour me.

I don’t have a chance to tell him no though, because the second he leans in, the bedroom door flings open and Adriana appears in the doorway.

“Oh, my god. I’ve been looking all over for you,” she says, oblivious to what this looks like. “I thought you left or something.”’

“What’s up?” I ask.

August takes a step back, raking his hand through his hair and exhaling.

“That Isaac guy is a douche. I want to leave.” She pulls out her phone, the screen lighting her face in the dim room. “My cousin is on her way to get us. She’ll be here in twenty. You ready?”

August and I lock eyes, and I swear there’s a silent plea for me to stay. But even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I came here with Adriana. I’m leaving with Adriana. But more important than that, I would never so much as think about staying for a Monreaux.

“She’ll meet you out front in a second,” August tells her, though he’s looking at me.

Adri’s dark brows rise, as if she’s finally realizing we were up here alone together, separated by mere inches before she barged in.

“Oh,” she says. “Oh. Um, okay …”

“I’ll be down in a sec,” I promise her. “It’s fine.”

Adriana disappears, closing the door behind her.

“You’re not actually leaving, are you?” he asks.

“Of course I am …”

“I can get you a ride home.” He takes a sip of his beer.

“It’s not about that.”

He releases a hard breath, his stare narrowing and his full mouth pressing flat.

“Well, that’s too bad,” he says. The moonlight from the window behind me paints soft shadows on his face. In this light, he doesn’t look so intimidating. “Was hoping I could get to know you a little more.”

“Really? You wanted to get to know me?” I laugh, using air quotes and rolling my eyes. “Because something tells me you were looking to score,” I continue. “And you and I both know that’ll never happen in a million years.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re you and I’m me. I don’t think I need to elaborate.” I place the barely-touched beer bottle on top of a nightstand and head for the door. “It’s nothing personal.”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Rose girl.”

“I’m just stating the facts. We can’t help the family we’re born into. We have no control over what our parents did or didn’t do.”

“So why should we suffer the consequences?” he asks.

He has a good question. I pause for a second. “Because we love our parents. And we respect their wishes.”

I reach for the door knob when he comes closer.

“Must be hell,” he says.

“What?” I stop in my tracks.

“Living by other people’s rules all the time. Never doing what you want. What a fucking waste.” He takes a drink, letting his tongue caress the bottle mouth for a split second.

“Adriana’s waiting.”

“Give me your phone.”

“What? Why?”

“Give me your phone, Rose girl.” He holds out his palm.

“I’m sorry, but no. I have no need for your number. I have no reason to ever text you. I’m flattered by your confidence and your drive to defy authority or whatever you’re going for with this, but this is me kindly passing,” I say.

“For the shirt,” he says, his words staccato’d. “If you could text me when it’s ready, I’ll arrange to pick it up.”

Oh. Right.

“It’s a four hundred dollar Baccarin,” he adds. I can’t help but feel it’s his bruised ego’s way of making me feel like an expensive shirt matters more to him than seeing me again. “And I’d like it back.”

Without another protest, I dig my phone from my bag and hand it over. When he returns it, I discover he’s programmed his name as ENEMY DEAREST.



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BLOG TOUR – Escape With Me (a With Me in Seattle novel) by Kristen Proby

Escape With Me by Kristen Proby is now live!

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Proby comes ESCAPE WITH ME, an all-new stand-alone novel in her beloved WITH ME IN SEATTLE SERIES!

Keegan O’Callaghan has been told he’s married to his pub. It’s true. He’s happiest when he’s pulling taps and filling drink orders, so long as he can keep an eye on his family and ensure that all is well. Bringing a woman into his life for anything but a pleasant, short-term romp isn’t even on his radar.

Until she comes running through his door, soaking wet and in a princess gown.

Isabella Harris ran out on her wedding, and she’s not even a little bit sorry. She may have loved her groom a long time ago, but standing there about to take her vows, she realizes it’s not right. And that’s all she needs to know. Four hours later, she finds herself on a tiny island outside of Seattle, walking into a random Irish Pub and locking eyes with the sexiest bartender she’s ever seen. But now what? She’s alone and broke, with only a wedding dress to her name.

Despite the undeniable attraction between them, Keegan can see that Izzy’s scared and alone. The job offer he extends is only until she gets back on her feet–he has no intention of keeping her.

But sometimes Fate has other plans…




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Kristen Proby has published more than forty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion and Romancing Manhattan Series.

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