After becoming a single mom, I vowed never to date a guy in a suit again until the charismatic and charming, Trey Wilson entered my life. I put him in the friend zone instantly, however, the more time we spend together, the more the lines between friends and benefits blur. I know I should end things before we get too deep, but when the white stick shows two pink lines, my world is once again turned upside down. Fans of Meghan Quinn and Tessa Bailey will devour Love Is Ale You Need by Gia Stevens, a steamy friends-to-lovers, surprise pregnancy, romance.
Blurb
A steamy friends with benefits, surprise pregnancy standalone novel by romantic comedy author Gia Stevens…
We went from fling to friend-zone. Now I have to tell him he’s going to be a dad.
After my ex-husband left, I became a single mom and vowed never to date a guy in a suit again.
Then Trey Wilson entered my life. The guy who lives in suits. He’s charismatic, good-looking, and charming AF.
Everything that can make any woman swoon, including me.
What started as a one-night fling turned into a mid-morning office quickie, followed by an afternoon rendezvous in my kitchen. Which ultimately led to the purchase of a new table.
After I told him we can only be friends, he’s determined to be my best friend. The more time we spend together, the boundary between friends and benefits blur.
Deep down, I know he’s exactly like the others. Once they get what they want, they’re out the door, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. Been there. Done that. And I have a daughter to prove it.
So the moment emotions get involved, I quickly suppress them and do what I know is right.
I end whatever this is.
Except now I can’t do that when the white stick shows two pink lines.
“Didn’t we go over this?” I push off until I’m standing to my full height and hold up one finger. “Dinner sounds like a date.” I add a second finger. “Dates lead to relationships.”
“It’s dinner. It’s not like I’m asking for your hand in marriage. Unless that will help my chances. I’ll get on one knee right now.”
“Guess what I think about that?”
“What?”
With my other two fingers still in the air, I add a third. Then I curl my pointer and ring finger to my palm leaving only my middle finger.
A grin curls around his full lips. “That was good. But I don’t speak finger, so you have to give me a good reason why?”
“Because you’re… Trey.”
“That’s not a good reason.”
“You’re not my type.”
“Sexy. Confident. Well-endowed aren’t your type?”
I snort a laugh. “More like cocky and full of himself aren’t my type. Plus, you wear a suit.”
“What’s wrong with the suit?” He runs his hands down the lapels of his jacket.
“Nothing per se, but I just don’t do suits. They’re too…suity. It only adds to the cocky and arrogant thing you got going on.” I wave my hand over his body.
“Well, I can fix that.” Trey stands and removes his suit jacket and drapes it over the backrest of his stool. His fingers dig into the knot of his tie, loosening it. Next, he pops the button at his collar.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking off the suit.”
“You’re going to strip? Right here, in a full bar?”
“Yup.” He undoes a couple more buttons.
I want to tear my gaze away, but I can’t. Instead, I spit out whatever words I can muster. “Keep your clothes on. No one wants to see you naked.”
Nora smacks my arm, and I jerk my head to face her. From the corner of her mouth she says, “Speak for yourself. I kinda want to see what he’s packing underneath.”
I narrow my gaze at her. She shrugs and slinks away but keeps a close eye on Trey in case he does remove the rest of his clothes. She wouldn’t want to miss that. Hell, right now I don’t want to miss it either.
Trey clears his throat and I twist around to meet his gaze. “So, what’s it going to be? Am I getting naked right here or are we going on a date?
BLP REVIEW – Tracy
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About Gia Stevens
Gia Stevens resides in Northern Minnesota with her husband and cat. She lives for the warm, sunny days of summer and dreads the bitter cold of winter. A romantic comedy junkie at heart, she knew she wanted her own stories to encompass those same warm and fuzzy feelings.
When she’s not busy writing your next book boyfriend, Gia can be found binge watching TV shows that aired five years ago, taking pictures of her cat, or curled up with a steamy romance novel.
What happens when the brewery prince falls for the mermaid and ends up endangering his entire kingdom?
Welcome to San Camanez, a humble, peaceful little island in the Puget Sound and home to the McEvoy brothers. Four sexy single fathers—and one childless snack with a beard—who run a brewpub on the beach, raise their kids together, and hope to find love and happiness in the chaos that is life. This is Clint’s story …
Single Dad and brewmaster Clint McEvoy went down to the beach to drink and wallow. He never expected to find a Hollywood starlet naked and unconscious on the rocks. Nor did he expect to learn that someone wants her dead. He’ll do whatever he can to keep Brooke safe, even if that means risking his heart and his family’s peaceful life to do it.
Brooke Barker didn’t see it coming. One minute, she’s on a yacht, celebrating the release of her latest film, the next, she’s fighting for her life in the frigid Puget Sound. Waking up on Clint’s couch was a blessing she’s not sure she deserves. Now, she needs to figure out who pushed her while allowing the world to think she’s dead. One thing that’s alive and well, though? Her attraction to Clint, and her growing affection for his young daughter.
Can Brooke keep her heart out of the equation, and also keep the McEvoy family safe? Or will hiding on the island and in Clint’s bed bring danger to their doorstep?
He cupped it gently, and she pushed forward, encouraging him to get a little more forceful.
Taking the nipple between his thumb and finger, he gave the nub a small tug, and she moaned again.
Flicking her gaze up to his, her nod barely discernible. But he saw it.
Oh, fuck, did he see it.
He dipped his head and brought the same nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as Brooke arched her back, letting her hair tumble down behind her.
She pressed her breast into his face and another one of those sexy moans rumbled up from the depths of her throat as she rocked against him.
She drove her fingers into his hair and held him in place. Held his face to her chest. His mouth to her nipple. All he could do was move to the other breast, sucking on that delicious raspberry and reveling in her moans and sharp inhales.
“Clint,” she whispered, yanking on his hair, to pull his mouth free and his head up. “Please …” She bit her bottom lip and glanced down between them to where they were dry humping, almost without even thinking about it. His hips rocked of their own volition, and it seemed hers did, too.
He nodded, and she carefully climbed off him, removing the shorts she wore so that she was very quickly naked. It wasn’t like she wore much to begin with. Just shorts and a tank top. No bra, no underwear.
He had a bit more work ahead of him and had to stand up and drop his jeans and boxers. He didn’t remove them completely, but once his cock was free—and much happier because of it—he sat back down. She went to climb on, but he stopped her. “I … I don’t think I have any condoms.”
“I have an IUD, and as soon as I found Flynn cheating, I got tested and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I’m clean,” he said, his voice gravelly as his hands found her hips and he guided her back into his lap. “I haven’t been with anyone in … well, we had this discussion last night.”
Understanding dawned in her eyes. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Might be a little rusty.”
Her smile took the last remaining molecules of oxygen from his lungs as she lifted onto her knees, reached between them and grabbed his cock, angling it to her center.
When that first bit of wet heat hit his cockhead, he nearly came on the spot.
Holy fuck.
“Hopefully, it’ll be like riding a bike,” she said, all sexy grins as she sank down, taking all of him inside her.
Her hands found his shoulders, and she started to lift and drop.
It was heaven. Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
She pressed her tits up toward his face, and he dropped his head to capture a nipple again, flicking it with his tongue. But she yanked on his hair hard enough to make him grunt and claimed his mouth again.
This woman took control.
He liked that.
He liked that she initiated things. He wasn’t taking advantage of a confused and vulnerable woman. She was leading this. She was setting the pace.
And Brooke’s pace seemed to be warp-speed, because as soon as their lips collided, she started to ride him less like a bicycle and more like a mechanical bull.
And the woman knew how to ride a mechanical bull.
Praise for the novel:
“Wow! What a great start to a new series! It’s an emotional roller coaster ride! With murder, secrets, mayhem and steamy sexiness you get a great story! I loved Clint and Brooke’s story! Will a brew master and a Hollywood star make a relationship work? Clint, Brooke and Clint’s daughter Talia make a perfect family! Rescued by the Single Dad is a romantic mystery with heart and love.” ~ Cindy Hughes (5-star Amazon Review)
About the Whitley Cox
A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.
Cali Melle is a USA Today Bestselling Author who writes sports romance that will pull at your heartstrings. You can always expect her stories to come fully equipped with heartthrobs and a happy ending, along with some steamy scenes.
In her free time, Cali can usually be found living in a magical, fantasy world with the newest book or fanfic she’s reading or freezing at the ice rink while she watches her kid play hockey.
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