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Everly Plum is delighted to be heading up the Bridesmaid for Hire program at Magical Moments by Maggie. And when Hardy Hopper, one of their billionaire investors, approaches Everly for help with his friends' wedding, she's more than happy to step in. But Hardy has an extra assignment for her: his ex-girlfriend will be the maid of honor opposite his role as best man, and he wants Everly's help getting her back.
There's only one problem: Everly may have a tiny crush on the dashing businessman. But despite the way Hardy makes her stomach flutter, she's determined to prove herself, both as a bridesmaid and as a matchmaker. That is, until she finds her crush turning into real feelings. Not to mention, Hardy can't help but notice how well he clicks with Everly, and before he knows it, he's not looking for his ex's attention anymore.
But even after their simmering attraction finally rises to the surface, they will have to contend with meddling friends, poor timing, and professional boundaries—and the risk that no one might get a second chance after all.
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“There’s
nothing fake about the way you’re reacting, the way your breath is hitching,
the way your eyes try to avoid mine because you know if you look at me, you’ll
be tempted. You want me, Everly. You just wish that you didn’t.”
Not sure how
pushing her buttons is going to pay off, but she’s still on my lap and despite
my loosened grip, she hasn’t attempted to stand or walk away.
After a few
short seconds, she finally says, “You were a decent f*&k, Hardy. That’s all
it will ever be.”
Not going to
lie and say that didn’t sting, but I also am well aware of the wall she’s
erected between us—the one protecting her from getting hurt one more time—that
means she’ll say and do anything to keep me at a distance. It’s my job to tear
down that wall brick by brick, until I reach the point where I can tell her
what Haisley said. Until then I will use any means necessary to woo her.
“Just
decent?” I say. “Hmm, interesting, because you came back for seconds.”
“Because you
didn’t satisfy me the first time,” she says. “Thought that maybe I could try
again.”
I
chuckle—the lie is so ridiculous, it’s the only reaction I can muster.
“Uh-huh, and
what happened that second time?” I ask.
She shrugs.
“Like I said, decent.” And then she turns away from me so her back is to my
chest. I take that moment to place my hand on her stomach and pull her back
against me. I wait for her to try to lift off my lap because I would let her. I
would let her get up. I’m not about to hold her back against her will, but when
she doesn’t make the attempt, I know I’ve got her.
She might
have erected that wall as high as she can make it, but she can’t deny the fact
that she still wants me. That she feels the attraction pulsing between us and
wants to indulge.
And if
that’s the way to get her to talk, then that’s what is going to have to
happen.
“Maybe I
need to prove to you that I’m more than decent,” I say as I move my other hand
down her leg, to the hem of her dress and then slip it under. I pause, waiting
for her to stop me, but she doesn’t. So, I drag my hand up farther, pulling the
tight hem with me until it’s up and around her waist. I run my hand over her
inner thigh, letting my thumb drag over the seam of her underwear. That elicits
a small, almost silent gasp from her.
“Say the
word, Everly, and I’ll stop,” I whisper.
But she
doesn’t.
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Colby
McNichols, otherwise known as the baby-faced assassin, is the left wing for the
Western Wildcats hockey team. All he has to do is sign his name on the dotted
line and he’ll play for the pros after his senior season. What I’ve heard from
the girls on campus, who aren’t shy about spilling the tea, is that he’s
totally earned his reputation.
And then
some.
It’s just
one of the reasons I choose to steer clear.
Trust me
when I say that my life is complicated enough without getting tangled up with a
player.
For reasons
I can’t fathom, Colby has decided to insert himself in my life. Everywhere I
go, there he is. Which makes holding him at a distance nearly impossible. He
might be smoking hot but there’s zero point in starting something with this
guy. Especially since I can’t be honest about who I am.
Unfortunately,
a weekend spent in Vegas changes everything.
Turns out
that our friends weren’t the only ones who tied the knot in Sin City.
I can only
hope that what they say is true—what happens in Vegas stays there.
Because if
it doesn’t…
I’m
screwed.
And not in
a good way.
What to expect:
💍enemies to
lovers
🏒reality
star in hiding
💍Vegas
wedding
🏒secret
relationship
💍obsessed
hero
🏒forced
proximity
EXCERPT
When she
steps closer, swallowing up the distance between us, my breath hitches as
anticipation leaps to life in my veins before flooding my system.
What the
actual f*ck is that about?
My breath
has never hitched once in my life.
Not even
before stepping onto the ice for a championship game.
I glance at
her lips. They’re plump and shiny. But not oversized like the
blonde sorority chicks who were trying to have their wicked way with
me.
It takes
effort to force my gaze back to hers, where it stays fastened. There’s an
intensity within her golden depths that makes me feel like I’m drowning.
It’s the
strangest sensation.
One I don’t
understand.
She tilts
her chin to maintain eye contact. “Spoiler alert—I’m not going to sleep
with you.”
That’s
unfortunate.
“You sure
about that?” I rasp.
She presses
close enough for me to feel the softness of her breasts through the thin
sweater she’s wearing. I can’t help but flex my chest, desperate for more
contact.
“Yeah, I
am. I will never sleep with you.” Seconds tick by as she carefully
searches my gaze.
“The girls
that were just hanging all over you are the ones you should take home.”
The edges
of my lips quirk upwards. “Ahhh…so you were watching. Good to
know.”
She
snorts. “My point is that they would be easy. More your
speed. You should stick with that.”
“Maybe I
don’t want easy,” I blurt.
The throaty
chuckle that escapes from her breaks the thick tension building between us.
“Of course
you do. You like the thrill of the chase.”
Her smile
is like a gut punch.
When I
remain silent, unsure what to say, she continues. “Please. Easy is
what you’re used to.”
“Interesting.
I didn’t realize we knew each other so well.”
“I don’t
have to know you personally to know your type. I’ve seen it a million
times before.
Trust me
when I say that I’m not what you’re looking for.”
Before I
can fire back another response, she says, “I was just about to take off.
But it was nice not meeting you.” She cocks her head. “Let’s keep
it that way, shall we?”
I…
Have no
words.
I’m pretty
sure that my mouth is gaping wide like a small mouth bass.
With that,
she takes a step in retreat. Air rushes between us, making me miss the
warmth of her smaller body pressed against mine.
It’s only
when she swings away and is no longer staring at me that I find my
tongue. “Never say never, firecracker.”
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She’s his bodyguard. Nothing more.
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Bathsheba (Beth) Ryan can’t thank her best friend enough for helping her land the job of her dreams. After being relegated to second-string security for politicians in DC, being hired as an undercover personal security specialist by a giant Hollywood studio is exactly the kind of action she’s always wanted.
Until she meets her first assignment.
Cyrus Malcom can’t thank his agent enough for arranging a blind date with seemingly the woman of his dreams. After spending the past several years playing all the parts and climbing all the ladders, the lonely mega movie star finds himself actually enjoying a night on the town for the first time in ages when he meets the gorgeous, funny, and genuine Ryaine O’Rourke.
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“Do you want to listen to music?” I asked softly. “Or talk radio?”
“No, thank you,” he said shortly, shifting in his seat again while he kept on staring and frowning out the window. “You’ll need to take a right when you get to Old Whiskey Road.”
“You don’t want to go through downtown Alenbach?”
“No. I’ve seen it before.” His response was uncharacteristically irritable.
Fighting a bout of nerves, I considered my next question, or whether I should ask a question.
One popped in my head and I wondered if it was too personal. But you know what? I decided, to heck with it. I wouldn’t see Cyrus again after today, not in any meaningful way. If he clammed up, so be it. I had nothing to lose.
I waited another mile or so, then asked, “Do you miss it?”
—at the exact same time he demanded, “Why did you pick me up?”
Stiffening at the hostility in his tone, I redoubled my efforts to focus on the road and responded calmly, “I was already here and the studio asked.”
I got the sense he was waiting for me to continue. When I didn’t, he asked, “That’s it? There’s no other reason?”
Chewing on my bottom lip, my thoughts drifted to the watch in my pocket. “What other reason would there be?” I hedged, testing the wiper controls to see if it had a higher setting. It didn’t. I felt like we were creeping along at this point and we’d be lucky to make it before nightfall.
His eyes still on me, he grumbled something I missed, then asked, “Do I miss what?”
I considered saying, Nothing, forget it, but my reasoning for asking the question was still sound.
“Do you miss Texas? Do you miss being close to your momma and all these wide-open spaces? The culture out here?” I went back to chewing my bottom lip, feeling unaccountably nervous. Carefully, I slowed the car and turned onto Old Whiskey Road. This was the bypass road for Alenbach, which was still some thirty miles ahead.
The snow seemed to thicken while I waited for him to answer. We traveled another mile and I glanced at Cyrus, our eyes connecting for the first time since he’d arrived at the Austin airport.
I absorbed the shock of it, breathed through it. Meanwhile, he stared at me, some combination of puzzled and stunned.
Braving another quick look, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I believe that’s the first time you’ve asked me a personal question directly.”
Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I struggled with how to respond, and eventually blurted, “That can’t be true.”
“It is. What do you know about me?” The question sounded like an accusation. “We worked together for four months and not once—not once—did you make any effort to know me. Why is that?”
A hot, spiky feeling pressed uncomfortably outward against my skin. The truth was, I knew more than I wanted to admit. “I—I know plenty.”
“Really? How? Are you a mind reader? What am I thinking right now?”
My breath wanted to hitch. I wouldn’t let it. I tried to focus on my irritation, not this strange sense that I’d let him down.
“Go ahead,” he demanded. “Tell me what I’m thinking.”
Glancing at him, I saw a deeply furrowed brow, glinting narrowed eyes, mouth tugged down at the corners, jaw set. Cyrus looked more like his character Asmodeus than himself—a beautiful, surly, smoldering fallen angel instead of a happy-go-lucky sweetheart with too much energy and charisma.
“Well?” Cyrus pushed.
“Well, obviously you’re angry with me.”
“That’s right, I’m angry.”
“Fine. Be angry then!” I yelled.
“I don’t want to be angry with you!” he shouted back. “I want to be the opposite of—oh shit”—he braced his arm against the dash—“Stop!”
I saw the deer right before Cyrus did. It was huge. Despite my frazzled state of mind and his insistence that I do so, I did not stop. I didn’t swerve either, though every instinct screamed at me to yank the wheel to the right.
Did you know deer kill more people than any other animal? Snakes and sharks have nothing on Bambi. Some people think they’re cute, I blame Disney for that. They’re not cute, they’re dumb. If you’re unfortunate enough to see them in the road, stop only if it’s convenient and you spot them from a distance and it’s not a winter hellscape outside.
But since this one appeared like a serial killer in a snowy slasher flick, I didn’t stop. I pressed gently on the brakes, slowed, and braced for impact. It came with a forceful, bone-shaking boom. Airbags deployed, filling my face and vision. The jolt of it caused my foot to press harder on the brake—rookie mistake, I should’ve removed my foot—and that’s when the shit hit the fan.
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Penny Reid is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. She used to spend her days writing federal grant proposals as a biomedical researcher, but now she writes kissing books. Penny is an obsessive knitter and manages the #OwnVoices-focused mentorship incubator / publishing imprint, Smartypants Romance. She lives in Seattle Washington with her husband, three kids, and dog named Hazel.
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Never Gonna Happen
Linda Kage
Publication date: November 8th 2022
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Peyton’s mom and my mom were best friends.
You’d think that should cover the gist of it. But, no… Oh, no.
Not even close.
You see, Mom and Aunt Donna (as I’d always called Peyton’s mother) were not simply just best friends; I’m saying they were the-same-person-inhabiting-two-different-bodies kind of best friends.
And thus, Peyton Royce had been forced on me since the moment she was born.
We were treated like twins, yet always expected to fall in love one day and get married. The only problem with that was I didn’t love Peyton. And I’m fairly certain she didn’t even like me in return.
Don’t get me wrong. I adored our moms—swear to God—but they had to let this stupid notion go, because one thing had become abundantly clear to me over the years. I would never marry Peyton Royce. I think it was my one goal in life, actually.
So… Sorry, Mom and Aunt Donna, but you two just weren’t going to get your way on this.
Peyton and I? It was never gonna happen.
—
EXCERPT:
Aria took her turn next. When she immediately turned toward me and Peyton, my stomach dipped with dread.
“York,” she smirked snidely. “Truth or dare?”
“Uh…” Damn. I shrugged, not sure what would be worse from her. I ended up going with, “Truth,” only to hold my breath and hope she didn’t ask about why I’d really broken up with her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings and admit that I just didn’t feel any sparks.
But she glanced calculatingly between me and Peyton instead, then asked, “You two have known each other your whole lives, right?”
I frowned in confusion. “Uh, yeah. That’s your question?”
“No. My question is if you two have ever kissed before.”
“What? No!” I frowned at her for wasting her truth question on that and then glanced toward Peyton, shaking my head to let her know my group of friends was clearly insane.
She merely blushed and shrugged back.
And Wes took his turn next in the game.
“York!” he cheered. “Truth or dare?”
“Seriously?” I threw up my hands. “Why is everyone picking on me all of the sudden?”
“Truth or dare?” Wes repeated, lifting a challenging eyebrow.
I didn’t like where Aria had been heading with her question about Peyton, so this time I said, “Dare.”
Wes looked at me with victory, letting me know I’d chosen wrong, right before he said, “I dare you to kiss Peyton.”
Author Bio:
Linda writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact.
Published since 2010. Went through a 2-year writing correspondence class in children's literature from The Institute of Children's Literature. Then graduated with a Bachelors in Arts, English with an emphasis in creative fiction writing from Pittsburg State University.
Now she lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a cataloging library assistant.
Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny.
Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.
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