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The List Synopsis:
As the millionaire owner of a chain of computer shops, Simon Traxel isn’t normally hands-on with mundane repairs. But when a fretful brunette shows up with her fried laptop and killer green eyes, he makes an exception. And as it turns out, she needs more hands-on help than Simon imagined.Brainy soil scientist Cassie Michaels has spent her whole life feeling like a grungy tree trunk beside her delicate flower sisters. To make herself more interesting, Cassie invented stories about her wild sex life—stories she’s expected to retell in vivid detail at a bachelorette party. Cassie’s attempt to catalog her biggest whoppers goes awry when she spills wine on her laptop and lands in Simon’s shop with her sexy list frozen on the screen.
But Simon’s interest is piqued, and the two strike a deal to make Cassie’s make-believe sexploits a reality. From steamy public romps gone hilariously awry, to sexy antics with kitchen utensils, their quest to conquer The List is equal parts scorching hot and adorably awkward.
As they near the end of The List though, Cassie and Simon second guess their pledge to shake hands and say goodbye when they cross off the last item. But will Simon’s big secret make that the one fantasy that can never come true?
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Excerpt:
“Okay, really quickly,”
he says. “I’ve created a link to your new backup system right here. I updated
your antivirus protection and did a thorough cleaning of the keyboard. You’ll
want to watch out for this X key, though. It’s still a little sticky.”
I nod. “I’ll try not to
type too many words with an X in them.” The second I say that, I think of half
a dozen.
Excite.
X-rated.
Fixate.
Sex.
Climax.
He looks up at me then,
and I could swear the same words just flitted through his mind. There’s a knowing
expression in those brown eyes, and I’m positive he read the list. He had to,
right?
Or maybe I imagined the
look, because he’s back to pointing out some feature he updated on the laptop.
Something about RAM or ROM or whatever. I can’t hear anything he’s saying over
the voice in my head chanting, “Did he read it? Did he not read it?”
He turns and asks if
what he just showed me makes sense, and I nod like a dummy. For all I know he
just gave me a recipe for snickerdoodles or told me where Jimmy Hoffa is
buried. I have no clue. He holds my gaze, and I try to blink away the panic.
I can’t take it anymore.
I have to defuse the
tension or I’ll explode.
I finally blurt it out.
“Look, Simon—I’m feeling a little flustered because I know you saw The List on my
monitor when I dropped off the computer, and it’s really nice of you to pretend
you didn’t see it, but obviously, you did, and I feel like I should explain
that it’s probably not what you think it is.”
I drag in a deep breath
to wash down that big mouthful of crazy. He looks up from the laptop then, a
bemused expression in those light brown eyes. “What do I think it is?”
About Tawna Fenske:
Tawna Fenske is a USA Today bestselling author who writes humorous fiction, risqué romance, and heartwarming love stories with a quirky twist. Her offbeat brand of romance has received multiple starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, one of which noted, “There’s something wonderfully relaxing about being immersed in a story filled with over-the-top characters in undeniably relatable situations. Heartache and humor go hand in hand.”Tawna lives in Bend, Oregon with her husband, step-kids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets. She loves hiking, snowshoeing, standup paddleboarding, and inventing excuses to sip wine on her back porch. She can peel a banana with her toes and loses an average of twenty pairs of eyeglasses per year.
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Well that
was just mean Lexi Ryan. I have been wanting to read this series every single
time I see them but I keep putting it off cause damn does that blurb sound
emotional and I have to be in the right mood to put myself through that. But
the stars aligned this week and I just had to pick this up even knowing it was
going to be an angsty read, I just really wasn’t expecting the amount of tears
I shed while reading this book.
I also
thought it was going to go in a lot different direction to the one it went in
however I won’t tell you about that because it was so well written you have to
take the journey yourself. And despite the fact I cried for most of the book it
wasn’t one of those reads you walk away from feeling sad and heartbroken from.
Infact I walked away with a huge smile wanting to rave about this awesome story
and beautiful characters.
Mia was a
character that I liked but I did go back and forth with her and I had a few
moments I wanted to scream and pull my hair out but then we would get a little
more of her story and I would see where she was coming from and I would feel
nothing but love and sympathy for her. Everything she went through in this book
would probably have broken me. But she was so forgiving and strong and I ended
up loving her.
But not as
much as I loved Arrow. Seriously that man owned me from the first. And although
he did make a few stupid mistake and could (should) have handled things in a
better way everything he did he did for the right reasons and with the best of
intentions. And despite his mistakes he was a genuinely sweet guy who got dealt
a really shitty hand.
I am so glad
I picked this book up (finally) and I can’t wait to read the rest of this
series, well you know next time I pull up my big girl panties enough.
FIGHTING ATTRACTION
Coming April 4, 2017!
Five sexy MMA fighters who will fight
hard to win their girl. Fans of Fifty Shades of Grey, Mine, and Worth the Fight
will love this standalone addition to the Redemption series by New York Times
Bestselling author, Sarah Castille.
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BOOK DESCRIPTION:
My sweet, sexy Penny has a dark side.
Just like me.
I will have her. And then I will lose
her, and suffer a lifetime of regret.
Rampage.
Everyone loves him. He is Redemption's top heavyweight fighter and the biggest
gossip in the gym. But he isn't the teddy bear everyone thinks he is. He's
hiding a dark secret-and he hates himself for it.
Twice a week,
Rampage transforms into Master Jack, a notorious dom only the most hard-core
submissives will play with. How can he-a Southern gentleman, bred to respect
and protect women-want to dominate them?
But Penny
Worthington wants him. Beneath her pearls, kitten heels, and prim British
exterior beats a tortured heart...Master Jack is the only one who can set her
free.
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Copyright © 2017 Sarah Castille
Jack “Rampage” Caldwell is the first MMA fighter I created for the
Redemption series, and even when I first brought this Southern gentleman to
life, I knew he had a secret. But Penny has a dark secret, too. After Jack
discovers what she hides from the world, he makes her promise to come to him if
she needs him. But trust doesn’t come easily for Penny. She breaks her promise,
never expecting that Jack will find out. But, of course, he does…and crossing a
sadist is never a good idea!
“I’ll call you back.
Jack is here.”
Cora sucks in a sharp
breath. “I’ll see you at class tonight. I can hardly wait to hear all about
it.”
I end the call and
swallow past the lump in my throat. It’s only been three days, and yet it feels
like I haven’t seen Jack in forever. He’s wearing a white T-shirt that clings
to his taut, muscle-ridged abdomen, and worn jeans that ride low on his narrow
hips.
“What are you doing
here?” I ask, trying to keep my gaze above his belt.
He pins me with a direct
stare, his eyes fierce and hard. I feel like he’s trying to see into my soul,
but my heart is pounding so hard I’m not sure enough oxygen is getting to my
brain to make any sense of what’s going on.
“Jack?”
His gaze rakes over my
body, lingering on my thighs as if he can see beneath my skirt. He tenses, and
his eyes narrow. If I didn’t know X-ray vision was impossible, I would swear he
knows I broke my promise.
“Are you alone?”
“Yes.” My pulse kicks up
a notch. “Everyone’s out for the rest of the afternoon.”
He takes a step toward
me, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
“Lock the door.”
A thrill of fear shoots through
me, and sweat beads on my forehead. What if he knows? Or suspects? What will he
do?
“Now.” His deep,
commanding Dom voice ripples through me, fanning the flames of my desire. Do I
trust Jack enough to lock myself in the office with him, especially when I know
what is coming? Do I trust myself?
I brush past him and
lock the front door.
“Your office,” he snaps
after I return.
I jump at his sharp tone
and scramble out of his way as he brushes past me and through my office door, a
lithe and powerful animal herding its prey.
“What’s going on?”
“Stand in front of the
desk.” He gestures to the big oak desk Amanda and I refinished when we first
moved into the building.
Puzzled, I do as he
asks, my breath catching in my throat when he closes and locks the door behind
him.
“Jack?”
He gives me his back as
he draws the curtains at the side of my office. “Don’t move.”
A sting of
disappointment hits me in the chest. Has he come to reject me all over again?
Does he want to make sure I understand there is nothing between us? It
shouldn’t bother me because I got the message the other night. I’m nothing.
Nothing special. Nothing extraordinary. Not worth his time, especially since
he’s on the cusp of fame. I’m just his pal. Plain old quirky Pen. But he doesn’t
have to be so cold.
Worthless, no-good piece of shit.
No. No. No. My fingers
tighten on the lip of the desk. I haven’t even started to heal from last night.
I don’t need the past intruding on the present.
Jack leans against the
door across from me, thick arms folded over his massive chest.
“Lift your skirt.”
Shock steals my breath
away, and all I can do is stare.
“What?”
“You heard me. Lift your
skirt. Now.”
Bang. Bang. Bang. My heart thuds
frantically against my ribs. Adrenaline pounds through my veins, and I feel a
rush of heat between my legs. He knows. I can see it in his eyes, hear it in
his voice…
“Why?” I whisper,
stalling. And why is this turning me on?
“You know why,” he
snaps. “You didn’t keep your promise.”
I smooth my hands over
my cream skirt, silky underneath with a cotton macramé overlay, pressing it
tight against my thighs. “It doesn’t matter if I kept it or not. We’re not in
the club. There’s nothing between us. You made that clear the other night.”
“I fucked up the other
night.” He shifts his stance. “I’m not good for you, Pen. You need to be with
someone normal. A nice guy who’s going to treat you right and doesn’t want to
hurt you.”
My hand fists on my
thigh. “I don’t like nice guys. They don’t understand me. They’re too gentle.
My life is about pain. Emotional and physical pain. It’s what I know, what I
understand, what I need.”
“So you hurt yourself?”
“I didn’t—”
He cuts me off with a
scowl. “Don’t lie to me.” He pauses, and his voice takes on a deeper, cutting
edge. “Show me.”
My mouth goes dry at his
abrupt command, and I fiddle with the edge of my skirt, at once indignant that
he would try to boss me around and aroused that he did.
“What if I did?” I say
defiantly. “There’s nothing you can do about it.”
His corded throat
tightens when he swallows, and he fixes me with a level stare. “I’ll give you
what you need.”
All the air leaves my
lungs in a rush, and I feel a disconcerting wetness between my thighs. “You
wouldn’t dare. I’m at work.”
“Try me.”
Electricity sparks in
the air between us, and a curious mix of fear and arousal courses through my
veins. Stiffening my spine, I curl my fingers under the edge of my skirt and
draw it slowly, painfully slowly up my thighs. Jack stills. His eyes flick down
and then back up again. He licks his lips, and his eyes darken.
I have awakened the
beast.
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Title: Fake Engagement, Real Temptation
Author: Joya Ryan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 30, 2017
Publisher: Entangled Brazen
Synopsis
Blake Harris isn’t about to let anyone take advantage of his heartbroken friend Carrie. And that includes himself, even if she’s sexy as sin in that bikini. Then she kisses him—and he’s on fire. Damage done, but he can back off. Except he sees that broken look in Carrie’s eyes. No. Hell no. New plan. He intends to show her ex just what he’s thrown away.
The kisses? For show. The heat? Part of the performance. The private practice sessions? Uh-oh. Those are starting to feel a bit too real…
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Excerpt
Carrie Morgan was on the other side of that door, and yes, Blake cared about her. He’d known her brother since they were kids. But this was her wedding. Or it was supposed to be. And now she was on the other side of the door, in tears, because her scumbag fiancé had abandoned her for another woman.
Shit. He’d never been close to her. He’d been sixteen and she’d been nine when his mom had died and he’d spent so many afternoons with her older brother Lane. But hell. Lane was his best friend. He couldn’t just let his sister suffer like this.
Blake would go back to his outdoor guiding business in the mountains soon, bury himself in work, but not before he made sure Carrie was okay.
He hadn’t even had a chance to see her yet since she’d not left the bridal suite in forty-eight hours. Even since she’d gotten word that the groom wasn’t going to show. Could have been worse. She could have been literally stood up at the altar. At least the piece of shit fiancé had told her two days before the wedding.
Now, he was staring down her hotel room door and asking god to open the door.
He knocked twice.
“Carrie?” he called. He heard low music and rustling. “It’s Blake. Come on, little girl, open up.”
Lane was the closest thing to a brother he had, and neither distance or time had changed that. Then there was Carrie.
The sweet girl Jake and Lane had spent their teenage years playing Uno with and looking after. Until Blake had graduated college and moved to the city.
Shit. He was an ass for not being around more. Poor girl was likely behind the door crying, and that made him want to punch the douche bag that had hurt her. Maybe later he’d help Lane hunt the prick down.
Blake took the keycard that Lane had given him out of his pocket. “I’m coming in,” he announced. “Just want to check on you…”
Blake peeked in. “Carrie?”
He stepped into the room. It was a massive suite with a sitting area and kitchen. The plush furniture was lined with roses, and unlit candles were scattered around everywhere. Ah shit, so this was her honeymoon suite.
He stepped further in and heard the low sound of music got louder. It was coming from the open bedroom door. He looked in and found—
“What the hell?” he asked, taking in the scene, or rather the woman before him.
The strawberry blond five feet in front of him was moving and shaking in the middle of the room. What was more distracting was the fact that she was doing that in nothing but a pair of panties and matching white tank top. Her eyes were locked on the wide screen hanging on the wall. He glanced at the television. She was doing…jazzercise?
“Carrie?” His voice decided to break a little around the one word he’d said several times but now held a lot more heat. Sure, his blood felt hot, but his skin was cold.
So this is what shock feels like.
She froze and faced him. “Blake?”
He smiled, and her body remained still while her chest heaved with deep breaths. While those inhales made the thin cotton stretch over her breasts in a way that made his mouth instantly water, it was better than her dancing. Because any more bouncing on her part and he might forget she was his best friend’s little sister and lose his damn mind wondering how many more deep breaths it would take to make that tank top non-existent.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, not bothering to cover up. Something he wasn’t completely upset about since the woman was smoking hot. She wasn’t a little girl, he knew that. But he’d barely seen her since she was a teenager. And seeing her now, all woman—worse, his type of woman—that fact hit harder than the last.
He glanced down, attempting to take a break from marveling at her, but all he accomplished was getting flashes of those tone thigh and adorable pink-tipped toes.
Nope. She definitely wasn’t the kid he grew up with anymore. She was twenty-three with a tight body, perfect ass, and breasts he’d just learned had no problem doing a Baywatch slow-motion run in place.
She’d invited him to the wedding, but he realized that she’d likely meant: What the hell are you doing in my hotel room?
“I’m here to see you,” he said.
She nodded as if his answer was good enough and walked to the bedside table. She seemed…carefree? Not at all the crying woman he’d expected to find. Then she grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels off the table and took a few swigs.
Well that explains things.
“Glad to see you’re staying hydrated,” Blake said. She wasn’t carefree, she was drunk. And exercising. An odd combination, but he could see the logic. Drink away the sorrows and get the endorphins going. He’d try it out himself next time he felt so lonely he forgot why a relationship was off the table for him.
She winced on her final swig and wiped the back of her hand over her mouth.
“Yep. Hydrating is important,” she said. “I’ve got to stick with my video exercise. Been doing this for six months to get ‘bikini ready’ and if I stop now then…”
She trailed off and folded her lips together as if to fight off tears.
Ah, hell. Put him between a woman and a man who meant her harm, he knew what to do. Swing until the other guy went down. But a crying woman? One who’d already been abandoned by the guy? Yet another sign Blake had failed by not saying something. Or at least getting here early. Maybe then he could have caught the scumbag before he disappeared to who knew where.
But nope. Blake’s life and job were a hundred percent on his time and agenda. Freedom was a heady thing, and he would always be free. Never tied to a woman, never love, because the loss that came with love was too much.
But this woman was different. The protective instinct he had came roaring to the surface at the first sign of water lining her eyes. She was hurting. Her shoulders slinking. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. But he so badly wanted to.
She shook her head. “I guess I don’t have to do the videos anymore now that I’m not going to Hawaii.” She took another swig. “Guess it didn’t matter how hard I worked out, Kevin left anyway. The whole time he was cheating! Can you believe that? With his trainer. Which, by the way, I want a refund on all those ‘classes’ he signed up for to get his own ass ‘bikini ready,’ because I doubt nailing your trainer burns more calories than a treadmill.”
About The Author
Back before
fifty I was a casual romance reader. I mainly read horror and crime, however
having 4 really young kids and being a stay at home mum on one income those
books were wickedly expensive even second hand when you read one a day. Mills
& Boon/ Entangled and the like however were so cheap it was ridiculous.
Infact I used to buy a box of them for $2 and they would last me a month. Now I
am an obsessed romance reader and my poor Dean Koontz collection is in a box
somewhere as I slowly add to my signed romance collection.
I am no
longer ashamed to tell people what I am reading (well mostly) and I have
discovered a whole world of romance beyond Mills & Boon / Entangled. But
that doesn’t mean that I still don’t gravitate towards them every now and then.
They often give me just what I need. I know generally they are somewhat
predictable and over the top sweet but they still have all the aspects I love
in a good romance novel and sometimes I just need that sweet predictability to
soothe me.
Now that
isn’t to say each book doesn’t have it’s own feel and style and Joya Ryan is
definitely one of those authors I always grab as soon as I see her name on the
cover. I love her writing style and her characters always feel so genuine and
relatable. They always make me feel like I can completely relate to them and I
walk away in a great mood with a need to just chill out and read all day.
This book
was sweet and somewhat predictable but the story was told in a fun way that had
me wanting to know how it was going to play out. I could have gone with a
little more revenge against the cheating ex and his girlfriend but then I guess
the best revenge is to be happy, I just am a lot more vengeful than that so
dismemberment or IDK syphilis would have been nice to see.
I really
enjoyed the characters and there was plenty of chemistry and sex thrown in with
the romance and I really love that it was all wrapped up in a neat little bow
at the end. An epilogue way off in the distance would have been awesome but I
can’t complain too much since it ended with so much sweetness I can close my eyes
and make my own epilogue with puppies and rainbows. And today that was exactly
what I needed.
Title: The Bartender
Series: Modern Love #1
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 1, 2017
Who knew sleeping with the enemy could be this fun?
Was the one night stand a good idea?
Well, no. Probably not in retrospect.
In my defense I had just moved back into my grandparent’s house, I’d lost my dream job, and a guy on Tinder had stood me up. It was like life had suddenly stamped ‘LOSER’ on my forehead.
So when the guy behind the bar started giving me THE look…you know, the one that promised I’d be screaming his name into the wee hours of the morning? When that guy also has the perfect amount of scruff on his chiseled chin, biceps bulging out of his t-shirt, and a cocky grin you knew he’d earned in the sack…when he gives you that look, you don’t bother to figure out what your six degrees of separation are. You jump on that horse and ride it!
Pun fully and completely intended. And accurate by the way.
I fully admit to feeling sorry for myself and acting impulsively, but by the time I’d figured out WHO the bartender was, I was already falling for him.
In my defense I had just moved back into my grandparent’s house, I’d lost my dream job, and a guy on Tinder had stood me up. It was like life had suddenly stamped ‘LOSER’ on my forehead.
So when the guy behind the bar started giving me THE look…you know, the one that promised I’d be screaming his name into the wee hours of the morning? When that guy also has the perfect amount of scruff on his chiseled chin, biceps bulging out of his t-shirt, and a cocky grin you knew he’d earned in the sack…when he gives you that look, you don’t bother to figure out what your six degrees of separation are. You jump on that horse and ride it!
Pun fully and completely intended. And accurate by the way.
I fully admit to feeling sorry for myself and acting impulsively, but by the time I’d figured out WHO the bartender was, I was already falling for him.
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An hour and a half later and hot stuff has come around the bar to take the seat beside me and join me on my mission to get shit-faced. I have to admit, I’m enjoying his company, but it doesn’t exactly make him Employee of the Year given the fact that he’s supposed to be working.
“Won’t your boss be mad that you’re drinking on the job?” I ask.
That damn dimple makes another appearance again before he answers. “Nah, he’s cool. It’s dead in here tonight. If anyone comes in, I’ll be sure they get what they need.” His gaze rakes up and down my small frame, and I get the distinct impression that he’s picturing me naked.
Jeez, I hope my nakedness looks amazing in his brain. Given the half-crooked smile on his face, I think it must. I wonder if his imagination is good enough to picture that dimple in my ass that doesn’t ever seem to want to disappear, regardless of how much I weigh.
As if he’s tempted fate with his words, the bell over the door dings and an older gentleman walks in and seats himself at one of the bar tables across the room.
“Be right back.” Cole pats my hand before he rises from his seat.
It was an innocent gesture, but it makes me think dirty things. The heat from his hand seeps up my arm like a bee sting and settles somewhere in my chest.
I watch him walk away and can’t help but notice the way his ass perfectly fills out his jeans. It bunches and flexes as his long strides take him across the bar. Maybe Lennon is right and it has been too long since I’ve been with a man.
It’s then that I realize that Tinder dude still hasn’t shown up. The bar isn’t busy, probably since it’s the middle of the week, and I’ve been chatting—okay, flirting—with Cole and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. I grab my phone from my purse and open the app to see that I have a new message. Pussylickr69: Not coming. Sorry found someone else who wasn’t so much werk. Fury causes my face to heat as I type out a quick reply that might be, and by that I mean most definitely is, alcohol-fueled. Whiteebanter: Yeah, I can see how thirty minutes of conversation is too much foreplay for you. Fuck you and your lack of knowledge of the English language. You spell work with an ‘o,’ dipshit. There. That’ll show him. With a frown, I drop my phone back into my purse.
“Everything okay?” Cole asks as he takes the seat beside me again.
I sigh. “Yeah, I just found out that Pussylicker isn’t coming anymore.”
Cole nearly spits out the sip of drink he’s just taken and has a coughing fit before he fully recovers. “Excuse me?”
“I was waiting for a guy from Tinder to show up, but he just ditched me because apparently it was too much work to have a drink with me before taking me back to his place to bang me.” I spin my glass in place on the bar top.
“You’re trolling for guys on Tinder?” Cole howls with laughter so hard he has to hold his stomach. I love the way the laugh looks on his face—the way it crinkles his eyes at the corners and how it showcases his perfect teeth. But all that aside, it’s irritating.
“It’s not that funny.” This guy might be hot, but right now he’s working my nerves.
“Actually, it is. Why the hell would a woman like you resort to finding someone to fuck on a dating site?”
The way the word ‘fuck’ rolls off his tongue has all my womanly parts contracting and wishing that it was an invitation to do just that. But never mind that, because I’m annoyed at him, I just barely remember through my drunken haze.
“What do you mean a woman like me?” I try to do air quotes around the last part, but my balance isn’t what it was three hours ago, and I almost topple off my stool, so I quickly grab on to the bar in front of me.
“Beautiful. Intelligent. Likable. Smartass.” He ticks each word off on one hand while he speaks and he says it like he means it. I hold his stare for a minute before realization dawns.
“Hey! I’m a B.I.L.F. You know, like a M.I.L.F. Only different.” I’m so impressed that I thought of that given my current state.
Cole chuckles with an amused gleam in his eyes. “Only better,” he says.
Our gazes lock for a beat and it’s at that moment I know that if I offer myself up to this guy, he’ll be more than willing to send me on the walk of shame tomorrow morning. Heat rushes into my cheeks and I look away. As much bravado as I had earlier about my Tinder escapade, I’m not sure I can do this. Be this girl so full of confidence that she bangs a stranger with no qualms about it.
My elation has crash-landed on the ground as I realize I’m not able to pull the trigger and make an advance toward him. I also know I’ll probably regret it forever because this man is so far beyond good-looking that it’s a speck in the rear-view mirror. Not to mention the fact that he’s sexy as hell and seems to be a decent human being. Which is more impossible to find in the Bay area than someone who doesn’t think they’re allergic to gluten.
I take a deep breath and finish the last couple of gulps of my drink and push the glass in Cole’s direction.
“Another, please.”
Cole tosses back the rest of his drink and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat while the liquid slides down.
Damn. That is sexy.
Why is that sexy?
“I’m going to join you for another as well.” He gets up off his bar stool and before walking away he comes to stand directly behind me. “Assuming you want me to stick around?”
His breath washes across my neck and my ear and I close my eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the sensation. “I’d like that,” I say with all honesty.
“Good. I know the first guy let you down, but don’t worry… I’ve been told I lick pussy like a boss.”
And with that, he walks away while I struggle to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest.
I’m out of my league with this guy. I know it and there’s a good chance that he knows it, too.
“Won’t your boss be mad that you’re drinking on the job?” I ask.
That damn dimple makes another appearance again before he answers. “Nah, he’s cool. It’s dead in here tonight. If anyone comes in, I’ll be sure they get what they need.” His gaze rakes up and down my small frame, and I get the distinct impression that he’s picturing me naked.
Jeez, I hope my nakedness looks amazing in his brain. Given the half-crooked smile on his face, I think it must. I wonder if his imagination is good enough to picture that dimple in my ass that doesn’t ever seem to want to disappear, regardless of how much I weigh.
As if he’s tempted fate with his words, the bell over the door dings and an older gentleman walks in and seats himself at one of the bar tables across the room.
“Be right back.” Cole pats my hand before he rises from his seat.
It was an innocent gesture, but it makes me think dirty things. The heat from his hand seeps up my arm like a bee sting and settles somewhere in my chest.
I watch him walk away and can’t help but notice the way his ass perfectly fills out his jeans. It bunches and flexes as his long strides take him across the bar. Maybe Lennon is right and it has been too long since I’ve been with a man.
It’s then that I realize that Tinder dude still hasn’t shown up. The bar isn’t busy, probably since it’s the middle of the week, and I’ve been chatting—okay, flirting—with Cole and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. I grab my phone from my purse and open the app to see that I have a new message. Pussylickr69: Not coming. Sorry found someone else who wasn’t so much werk. Fury causes my face to heat as I type out a quick reply that might be, and by that I mean most definitely is, alcohol-fueled. Whiteebanter: Yeah, I can see how thirty minutes of conversation is too much foreplay for you. Fuck you and your lack of knowledge of the English language. You spell work with an ‘o,’ dipshit. There. That’ll show him. With a frown, I drop my phone back into my purse.
“Everything okay?” Cole asks as he takes the seat beside me again.
I sigh. “Yeah, I just found out that Pussylicker isn’t coming anymore.”
Cole nearly spits out the sip of drink he’s just taken and has a coughing fit before he fully recovers. “Excuse me?”
“I was waiting for a guy from Tinder to show up, but he just ditched me because apparently it was too much work to have a drink with me before taking me back to his place to bang me.” I spin my glass in place on the bar top.
“You’re trolling for guys on Tinder?” Cole howls with laughter so hard he has to hold his stomach. I love the way the laugh looks on his face—the way it crinkles his eyes at the corners and how it showcases his perfect teeth. But all that aside, it’s irritating.
“It’s not that funny.” This guy might be hot, but right now he’s working my nerves.
“Actually, it is. Why the hell would a woman like you resort to finding someone to fuck on a dating site?”
The way the word ‘fuck’ rolls off his tongue has all my womanly parts contracting and wishing that it was an invitation to do just that. But never mind that, because I’m annoyed at him, I just barely remember through my drunken haze.
“What do you mean a woman like me?” I try to do air quotes around the last part, but my balance isn’t what it was three hours ago, and I almost topple off my stool, so I quickly grab on to the bar in front of me.
“Beautiful. Intelligent. Likable. Smartass.” He ticks each word off on one hand while he speaks and he says it like he means it. I hold his stare for a minute before realization dawns.
“Hey! I’m a B.I.L.F. You know, like a M.I.L.F. Only different.” I’m so impressed that I thought of that given my current state.
Cole chuckles with an amused gleam in his eyes. “Only better,” he says.
Our gazes lock for a beat and it’s at that moment I know that if I offer myself up to this guy, he’ll be more than willing to send me on the walk of shame tomorrow morning. Heat rushes into my cheeks and I look away. As much bravado as I had earlier about my Tinder escapade, I’m not sure I can do this. Be this girl so full of confidence that she bangs a stranger with no qualms about it.
My elation has crash-landed on the ground as I realize I’m not able to pull the trigger and make an advance toward him. I also know I’ll probably regret it forever because this man is so far beyond good-looking that it’s a speck in the rear-view mirror. Not to mention the fact that he’s sexy as hell and seems to be a decent human being. Which is more impossible to find in the Bay area than someone who doesn’t think they’re allergic to gluten.
I take a deep breath and finish the last couple of gulps of my drink and push the glass in Cole’s direction.
“Another, please.”
Cole tosses back the rest of his drink and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat while the liquid slides down.
Damn. That is sexy.
Why is that sexy?
“I’m going to join you for another as well.” He gets up off his bar stool and before walking away he comes to stand directly behind me. “Assuming you want me to stick around?”
His breath washes across my neck and my ear and I close my eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the sensation. “I’d like that,” I say with all honesty.
“Good. I know the first guy let you down, but don’t worry… I’ve been told I lick pussy like a boss.”
And with that, he walks away while I struggle to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest.
I’m out of my league with this guy. I know it and there’s a good chance that he knows it, too.
But ask yourself this, ladies… if you were called up to the big leagues from the minors, would you say no?
Author Bio
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?
We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.
What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.
What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
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I completely
adored this book. It was so well written and although it was mostly sweet it
had the perfect amount of angst, drama and sex to keep me flipping the pages as
fast as I could read them. I was hooked from the first page and I couldn’t get
enough of the characters.
There was so
much going on in this story but the authors wrote it so well that I never felt
like I couldn’t keep track of it all. I was so intrigued to find out what had
happened to lead them to where they were today that I spent the whole book
trying to figure out where each of the little breadcrumbs I was given were
going to lead me.
Since this
was written in only Whit’s point of view it was hard to tell exactly where Cole
was at and what he was thinking making it was easy to understand how Whit could
doubt his feelings. Add in their past encounter and Whit’s current life
trajectory and I completely understood her lack of confidence. That said she
wasn’t at all whiny or self-pitying and her sense of humour and relationship
with her two friends made for a very entertaining read.
Cole was a
mystery for most of the book. I mean he did sweet things and he seemed to be
very open and invested in the relationship with Whit but not being inside his
head or him coming straight out and saying what he was thinking and doing made
it hard to know for sure. However, he really did step up at the end and make
sure everyone knew how he felt and make amends for past mistakes.
And the way
that the next story was teased and incorporated into this one has me waiting
with bated breath for the next one
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