BRING ON THE BOOM!
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Blurb
Dillon Keck knew Ashlyn Mayson was drunk when she suggested they get married. He knew he should have taken her back to their hotel room and put her to bed. Instead, he did what he had been craving to do since the moment they met. Claim her as his. Waking up married in Vegas isn't something Ashlyn Mayson ever thought would happen to her. Having Dillon, her boss, a man she thinks is a dick, insist they stay married is absurd, but every time he touches her, she gets lost in him and wonders if maybe they are meant to be together. But someone isn't happy for Dillon and Ashlyn and their new found romance, and they're willing to do anything to keep them apart. Even commit murder. 
Dedication
To every single person that believes in the BOOM Chapter 1 Ashlyn “Hey, Mom,” I greet, tucking my phone between my ear and shoulder as I shove another dress and matching heels into my suitcase. I smile while I do, because Dillon will likely flip his lid when he sees my choices in attire for the weekend, but there is not one damn thing he can do about it since we won’t be in the office. So technically, his stupid rules don’t apply. “Are you all packed?” “Almost,” I sigh, looking at the clock and realizing I only have ten minutes to finish before my cab is set to arrive. I wasn’t planning on going to Vegas for the dental convention, but Dillon insisted he needed me with him, and like an idiot, I agreed. “Is Dillon picking you up?” “No, I’m meeting him there. His flight left a couple hours ago.” “Oh.” She lets out a defeated breath. “Is it just you and him going?” “I hope so. I swear if the Wicked Witch shows up, I’ll sell her on the strip to the highest bidder, or pay someone to take her out to the desert and drop her off,” I grumble, digging under my bed for my tickler—just in case of an emergency. “Call me if you need an alibi.” She laughs, and I smile, shaking my head, because I know she’s not lying; she would find a way to be my alibi if something happened. “I’ll call,” I mutter, heading to the bathroom so I can gather my shower supplies. “Dillon’s so nice,” she says quietly, and I grit my teeth. Dillon is annoying, bossy, and… fine, he can be nice sometimes. Plus, he’s uber-hot, but I hate him. Okay, I don’t hate him… but I really, really want to. “How long are you going to be gone for?” she questions, breaking into my internal rant. “Just four days. My flight gets back Monday night around seven.” “Promise you’ll call everyday and check in.” “I’ll call or text,” I agree, grabbing my cosmetics case from under the bathroom cupboard, filling it with all of my makeup. “Please try and have some fun while you’re there. Make Dillon take you out to a nice dinner or dancing.” Snorting, I mutter, “Sure, Mom. I love you. I’ll message when I land.” “Okay, honey, and don’t forget your dad and I leave Monday for Florida and we’ll be gone for three weeks.” “I haven’t forgotten. Have fun, kiss Grandma and Grandpa, and tell Dad I love him.” “Will do,” she promises softly before I hang up and shove my cell into my back pocket. Looking at the clock I let out a quiet curse, getting my ass in gear to finish packing so I don’t miss my flight. ~*~*~ Dragging my bag behind me toward the reception desk, I’m stunned by how many people are here wearing nametags stating they’re attending the dental convention. Dillon mentioned this weekend is one of the largest gatherings of dentists in the United States, but sheesh, this is crazy. Finally making it to the front of the line, I smile at the cutie behind the desk. “How can I help you, gorgeous?” he inquires once I’m close, and I set my purse on the counter and pull out my ID, handing it over to him. “Hi, I have a reservation.” I yawn, covering my mouth while I listen to the sound of slot machines going off in the distance. I love the slots—or penny slots to be exact, since I’m too chicken to play the real ones. “I’m sorry, but there is no reservation under your name. Are you sure you’re staying with us?” he asks, handing me back my ID, and I frown. “I’m positive. It may be under my boss’ name, Dillon Keck. He made the reservations,” I say, and he starts to type again then smiles. “Got it. I see here that Mr. Keck has already checked in and requested we give you your own key to the suite upon arrival.” “Uh… what?” I blurt, feeling something close to dread fill my stomach. “Are you saying he’s staying in that room too?” “Yes, it’s a suite with two kings.” “I don’t care how many kings are in the room. It’s one room. Right?” I panic, leaning half over the counter, trying to see his computer screen. “Please tell me you have another room available?” “I’m sorry, but we’re completely booked. This is one of our busiest weekends of the year.” “Of course it is.” I shake my head. “Can you recommend another hotel nearby?” “Sorry, but I really doubt anywhere else has an opening.” “Oh man… oh man,” I breathe, squeezing my eyes closed. “It’s not a big deal. You can share a room with him. You’re an adult, and it’s not like you even like him, right?” I whisper, balling my hands into fists. “Um, so do you want me to get you your key?” Opening my eyes, I nod once and his face softens. “Call down and check. Sometimes we have people call off their reservations last minute. You never know. Something might open up between tonight and tomorrow.” “Sure, I’ll call,” I agree, wondering what the hell I did to deserve this kind of karma as I wait there for the room key. Standing in the hall outside the door to our room ten minutes later, I pause with my key card in my hand, not sure if I should knock or just go in. I seriously cannot believe Dillon booked us in a room together. Actually, I can believe it, because I think he gets off on annoying me. “Screw it. It’s my room too,” I mutter to myself, shoving the key into the card reader, watching the light turn green. Pushing down on the handle, I turn, using my shoulder to hold the door open while I drag my suitcase into the room, fighting with its weight as the door closes, trapping it half way through. “Shit!” Turning my head, I look over my shoulder and almost fall on my ass when my eyes find Dillon standing in the middle of the room, completely naked, with a pair of boxers in his hand. His once long hair now short and wet, and a tattoo I didn’t know he had along his muscled ribs on his side. “Oh, my God,” I breathe, turning quickly while attempting to shove my suitcase back out of the room. I totally did not need to know Dillon looks hotter without clothes than what my mind had made up, and believe me—my mind had unfortunately tormented me with thoughts of him naked many times. “Christ, you’re a mess,” is muttered from behind me while a very strong arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off my feet, and my suitcase is tugged from my grasp. Before I know it, my suitcase and I are both in the room and the door closes with a soft hiss, trapping me inside. “Please tell me you’re not still naked,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes closed, feeling his arm release me and his heat leave my back. “I’m not naked.” Opening my eyes, I close them again when I see he’s only got on a pair of form-fitting black boxers and nothing else. “Put some clothes on.” “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a naked man before.” He chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes my teeth grind and my hands drop to my sides. “I don’t want to see you naked.” I glare at him while he buttons up a pair of dark slacks that fit him perfectly. “You could have avoided all of this if you had knocked.” “Really?” I raise a brow. “You could have ‘avoided all this,’” I make air quotes, “and gotten me a separate room.” “They messed up the reservation.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, and I feel my eyes narrow further. “You should have called to tell me that, so I could have—” “You would have avoided coming,” he cuts me off. “If you knew we were sharing a room, you would have found an excuse, and I need you with me this weekend.” “Whatever,” I grumble, knowing he’s right. I would have canceled the trip if I knew we were sharing a room, even knowing that being here is a great way to build connections with other dentists. Especially, if I want to open my own practice in the future. “We need to set a few ground rules.” I cross my arms over my chest while I watch him walk across the room toward the bed near the window. “Later.” He picks up a dark-blue, almost black, dress shirt and starts to put it on, which is unfortunate, because now that I’ve seen him shirtless, I’m thinking he should never cover up again. “No, now,” I growl, annoyed with myself for being attracted to the dick. “Later.” He holds my glare. “Right now, you need to get dressed. We have reservations in forty minutes.” He takes a seat on the side of the bed and starts to put on his shoes. “What?” I look at the clock on the wall. It’s after seven at night and I’m exhausted. All I want to do is climb into bed, order room service, and watch some bad TV. “We have a reservation in forty minutes,” he repeats, then stands. “The restaurant is twenty minutes away, so you have twenty minutes to get ready, unless you want to wear that.” He motions to my sweats, flip-flops, and hoodie. “I suggest you change.” “I hate you.” “So you say,” he says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, as he goes to the dresser, picking up his watch and putting it on. “What did I do to deserve this?” I shake my head, pulling out my hair tie and running my fingers through my knotted hair. “You may want to hurry.” Holding his eyes for a minute, I give up my glare then drag my suitcase to the middle of the room and unzip it. After pulling out one of my favorite “going out” outfits along with my makeup bag, I go to the bathroom and try to slam the door closed, but it’s on one of those thingies that prevents me from doing that, which pisses me off even more. “Stupid door. Stupid dick,” I mutter once the door is closed, then get to work on making myself look halfway decent. Twenty minutes later, I look at my refection and lean forward, putting my face an inch from the mirror, and use my dark-red lipstick for the final touch on my dramatic makeup look. Since I didn’t have time to do anything with my hair, I brushed it out and put it up in a bun on top of my head then pulled out a few pieces to frame my face. Looking at my now blonde hair, I smile. I wasn’t sure I would like having blonde hair but Kim insisted it would look great on me, and she wasn’t wrong. Standing back, I place my hands on my hips and take myself in. My black sleeveless-top, with triangles cut out of the center of the chest and sides, is sexy but classy, and my red skin-tight pencil skirt, with its slit up the thigh, shows off just enough skin to draw attention while leaving everything to the imagination. Slipping on my black, pointed-toe, four-inch pumps, I open the door to the bathroom, and mutter toward where I know Dillon is sitting, “Let me just change my purse and we can go.” “You’re not wearing that.” “Pardon?” I ask, pausing in my squatted position in front of my open suitcase to look at him. “You’re not wearing that outfit. Go change.” “I’m not changing.” I stand, moving to the desk so I can transfer what I need from my bag to my clutch. Hearing no reply, my eyes move to where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I feel my skin warm up and butterflies take off in my stomach as our eyes lock and his darken. Licking my lips that have suddenly gone dry, his eyes drop to my mouth and his jaw clenches. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” He stands abruptly and moves past me out the room quickly, letting the door close behind him with a swoosh without another word. “What the fuck was that?” I ask the door, gaining no reply—not that I need one. I know exactly what that was; I just have no idea what to do with it. Dillon has always acted professional with me. There has never been a time that I’ve seen him look at me like he’s interested, but the look in his eyes a moment ago was primal and not one an engaged man should give another woman, or a boss should give his employee, ever. Shaking off the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, I finish changing out my bag then leave the room and make my way through the casino and into the lobby. Not finding Dillon inside, I head outside to the area the cabs and limos pick up and drop off, and spot him standing with a group of people. I’m not surprised he’s surrounded by a gaggle of women and a couple of men. He tends to draw attention wherever he goes, and it’s something else that annoys me. I hate being the center of attention, and I don’t really like people who need it to feel important. Needing a minute to get my head together, I stop a few feet away and tuck my clutch under my arm. “Where you going, gorgeous? ‘Cause wherever it is, I’m there,” a drunk guy, who can’t be much older than twenty-one, slurs, stumbling up to me. His clothes are rumpled, his hair in disarray, and if he wasn’t such a mess, he’d be cute. But sadly, sloppy drunk works for no one. Ignoring him, I untuck my purse, open it, and pull out my cell phone, knowing better than to engage with men like him in his current state. “So you’re to good for me?” he slurs, snatching my cell out of my hand, and my eyes fly up. “Give me my phone,” I say evenly, holding out my hand, and his eyes travel the length of me and his face scrunches up. “Ho here thinks she’s too good for me.” “Mike, come on. Give her the phone and let’s go,” someone says off to the side, but I keep my eyes on Mike, with my palm out toward him. My dad insisted I take martial arts with Jax when I was little. I hated it; I wanted to be a ballerina, not a ninja, but he was adamant about me being able to protect myself. Over the years, the skills I learned back then have come in handy, like now, when all I really want to do is kick the crap out of Mike but know better. One of the first things I was forced to learn was control, to never lose my temper. The second thing I learned was to keep my eyes on my enemy at all times. I was never really good at either, but I still got a black belt in the end. “Mike,” I say softly, taking a step toward him. “I’m going to ask you nicely, once, to give me my phone. If you don’t, I swear to God I will unleash the Kraken, kick your ass in front of your friends, and send you home crying to your mother.” Laughing, he looks around then his eyes widen as they move behind me. I really, really want to know what he’s looking at, but I refuse to turn my head and give in. “Give her the phone.” The deep rumble of Dillon’s voice sends a chill down my spine. I’ve only heard him pissed a few times, and I know he’s pissed right now without even looking at him. “I… I… w-was just playin’ man,” Mike stutters out, tossing my phone toward me. Missing my hands and causing my phone to crash to the ground, and my nostrils to flare as it shatters at my feet. “Oh, shit. Oh, Christ. I’m sorry.” He drops to his knees and begins gathering the pieces of what used to be my phone then tries to get up, but falls face forward into my crotch, causing me to stumble back. “I can’t believe this shit,” Dillon grumbles, catching me before I fall, then tugs me out of the way as Mike’s friends decide to finally step in and pick him up from the ground. “You had to wear that outfit.” “You can not be serious right now?” I hiss, swinging my head back and finding him glaring down at me. “Deadly.” “Let me go.” I try to get free, but his hand on my waist tightens as his eyes leave mine. Swinging my head in the other direction, I find one of Mike’s friends standing a few feet away with my phone, looking anywhere but at us, and Mike off to the side, puking in a trashcan. “Let me go,” I repeat, and his arm tightens for a moment before he finally lets me loose. I really want to scream or throw a fit, but instead, I calmly take my clutch and open it, holding it out toward the guy and letting him dump the now useless pieces inside. “You need to get him some Gatorade and toast,” I tell him, nodding toward Mike. “Um, yeah sure. Than…” his words taper off, and the smile that was forming on his lips slides away as he looks over my shoulder. Rolling my eyes, I watch him turn quickly and go to Mike to help carry him away, feeling Dillon get close once more. “Limo’s waiting,” he mutters, placing his hand against my lower back, making me tense. “I’m not going.” I try to step away, but his hand slides around my waist, bringing my side into his middle. “You are.” “I’m not.” “You are,” he growls, leaning forward, close… way too close. “Fine, you want me there? I’ll go, but just so you know, I plan on getting completely wasted, so you have just become my chaperone for the evening.” “You’re not getting drunk.” “Wasted, not drunk. And you better make sure I don’t do anything stupid.” I pat his chest, ignoring his flashing eyes. With that, I step out of his grasp and start toward the line of limos then turn to look over my shoulder at him, realizing I have no clue which one to go to. Smirking, he crosses his arms over his chest and raises a brow. “What’s wrong, blondie? Confused?” His mocking tone and the look of triumph in his eyes does it. I turn on my heels and head to one of the limos with the driver standing outside leaning against it. The moment the driver spots me coming in his direction, his back leaves the car and his eyes rake over me, making my teeth snap together. “Can I help you, Miss?” “Ashlyn Mayson, get your ass back here,” Dillon snarls behind me, making my palm itch to smack him. “I’m sorry, pumpkin. I thought you said this was our limo.” I fake pout, turning to look at him and tossing my head to the side for good measure. “Christ, you drive me fucking insane.” He walks to where I’m standing, tagging my hand, and then starts to drag me with him, grumbling under his breath. “You know all I want in this whole wide world is to make you happy, pumpernickel,” I whine, batting my lashes while watching his jaw tic. Leading me toward another limo with a driver holding the back door open, he growls, “Behave.” “I swear I’ll be your good girl from now on if you don’t spank me,” I stage-whisper, and his hand spasms in mine as a smirk forms on his lips. “You don’t behave, I’ll bend you over and tan your ass right here.” His words ring through my ears, making my insides liquid, and then I hear the sound of a male chuckle as I’m gently forced into the back seat of the dark limo before I can reply. “You’re such a jerk,” I hiss, adjusting my skirt as I move across the leather seats. “You started the show we put on. I just ended it,” he mutters, sitting down across from me and unbuttoning his suit jacket. “You started it with the whole ‘blondie’ thing.” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Can we not do this tonight? Can we get along for one damn evening?” “You tell me. I’m not the one who’s bossy and annoying all the damn time.” “No, you’re just crazy.” “Crazy?” I snort, and his lips twitch ever so slightly. “I’m not crazy.” “Babe, you told that kid you were going to unleash the Kraken on him then went on to tell his friends to get him Gatorade and toast. You’re the definition of crazy.” He may have a point, but instead of agreeing with him, I turn my head to look out the window and watch the city of Las Vegas slide by. ~*~*~ “Turn it off. Turn it off,” I croon sleepily as my hand sweeps out in the direction of the noise blaring from the alarm, missing it over and over as the beeping continues to torture me. “Jesus, shut that shit off.” An arm comes from around me, and silence fills the room as my body freezes and my eyes spring open, only to close again when the room spins. “Oh, God, why are you in my bed?” I hiss, trying to calm my stomach that feels like it’s getting ready to empty. “You’re in my bed,” Dillon grumbles, sliding his arm around my waist, pulling my ass back into the crook of his thighs. “Why am I in your bed?” I breathe as bits and pieces from last night flash through my mind, and none of them are good. None of them at all. “You wanted to cuddle.” He buries his face in my neck then moves his hand up to cup my breast. I know I don’t have any clothes on when I feel the hair from his thighs tickle mine and his finger runs over my nipple. Oh, God. A memory of me telling him we have so much in common while we both got naked for bed fills my mind, and then another one pops in and my hand flies up to my face. I force my eyes open, trying to focus, and see it there—the small, plain, white-gold band from the memory of him sliding it on my finger. “We got married?” I shout, pulling his hand from my breast. “We got married,” he agrees, not sounding upset, but instead, almost proud. “Oh shit!” I fly out of the bed and trip over our clothes scattered across the floor, feeling him catch me right before I land on my face. “Ash, calm down.” “Calm down? Calm down? Are you insane? We got married last night. Married, Dillon. I got married to a man who is engaged to another woman!” I yell, then cover my mouth. “Oh, God, I’m going to hell. I’m so going to hell for this.” “I’m not engaged,” he says calmly, giving me a shake. “I know your fiancée!” I screech, attempting to get away from him, only to have him hold me tighter. “I’m not fucking with Isla. Now stop with the crazy.” “You’re not with her?” I stop, and he runs a hand through his hair. “No,” he states, holding my stare, and my body uncoils just slightly. “Fine, I’m not going to hell.” I move away from him and resume pacing. “We need to find an attorney. I saw loads of advertisements on the strip. We’ll get one and get this taken care of. It’s no big deal. People get married in Vegas everyday then get divorced. We will just be one of the ninety percent,” I ramble while pacing. “We are not getting an annulment.” “Annulment, right.” I snap my fingers. “That’s even better. No one has to know about this.” “Listen to me.” He grabs onto my shoulders, giving me a shake, and my eyes focus on his. “We are not getting an annulment, or divorced. We got married and are staying that way.” “Oh, God, you were drugged.” I rest my hands against his chest and drop my voice, “Don’t worry. We’ll go to the hospital and they’ll give you something. Once you’re better, this will all be taken care of.” “Jesus Christ.” He rubs his hands down his face, tilting his head back to look toward the ceiling. “I’m married to a nut.” “Hey, that’s not nice.” I plant my hands on my hips. His head drops, his eyes scan the length of me, and I realize I’m naked… that we’re both completely naked. “Dillon.” I take a step back when his eyes meet mine, and his arms swing toward me. “What are you doing?” I shriek, sidestepping him, only to stumble onto the bed, where I attempt to roll. But he flips me to my back, his giant body moving between my legs, and his hands pin my wrists to the mattress over my head. Panting, I look up into his beautiful blue eyes. “We are not getting a divorce,” he snarls, leaning down so his face is mere centimeters from mine. “Be rational.” I lift my hips and my arms, trying to throw him off. “You’re obviously on—” Before I can say more, his head descends and his mouth is covering mine, stealing my breath along with my soul. The feel of his lips, the taste of him on my tongue, ignites something deep inside of me, and I kiss him back with everything I am. Ripping my mouth from his, I pant, “Please let me go.” “No.” The word sounds almost primal, and I lean up, placing my mouth back against his. “Please, I want to touch you.” Groaning, his hands release my wrists, and my palms fly to his chest and slide up and over his shoulders, pulling him closer to me as my legs wrap around the back of his thighs. He kisses me again, this time using his tongue and teeth to torture me in the most beautiful way possible. “How is it possible you taste as good as you look?” he questions, pulling back, but I have no answer for him. He tastes amazing and having him covering me, his hardness pressing against my softness, is making my brain short-circuit. Palming my breast, he slides his thumb over my nipple, causing my hips to jerk forward. Rolling us again, he settles me on top of him, palms both my breasts, and then leans up, pulling my right nipple into his mouth, releasing it with a pop. “When did you get these?” he questions, flicking the tip with his tongue. “When I was thirteen.” I smile, and he smiles back then moves to my other breast, doing the same, only sucking harder, almost punishing. “When?” he asks again, and I know he’s asking about my nipple piercings. I got them with my cousin April a few years back. I wanted a piercing, but needed to be able to look professional to the outside world, so I got both my nipples done with simple, almost elegant-looking gold barbells. “Three years ago,” I breathe as he tweaks the tiny piece of metal. “Before me.” “What?” I try to focus, but every time he touches me, my body gets hotter and my focus depletes. Grabbing my hips, he tugs me forward, dragging my wet center along his length. “Soaked.” He nips my nipple then wraps his hand into the hair at the back of my head, taking control of my movements as he pulls my mouth to his and thrusts his tongue between my lips. Lost in his kiss and the feel of him between my legs, so close to where I need and want him, I squeak when he flips us over and slides down my body, not giving me a chance to think as his mouth covers me. “Dillon.” My hands move through his hair and my hips lift off the bed, offering myself up to him without thinking about anything but the way his tongue, lips, and teeth feel as he fucks me with his mouth. “Oh, God. Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I pant, feeling my toes curl into the bedding and my hands grip his hair. The touch of his finger rimming just the inside of my entrance sends me over, shouting his name as I go. Feeling him kiss my inner thigh then my belly, over my breasts then shoulder, I come back to myself lazily. “Tell me you want me.” Looking into my eyes while his hand moves between my legs and his fingers slide though my folds, I know I’ll give him anything. “Tell me you want me as badly as I want you.” “I want you,” I hiss, feeling the very large head of his cock at my entrance, and then watch his eyes drop between us before my eyes do the same, and I know I need to tell him. “I—” Oh, God, too late… way too late. I bite my lip as he fills me, stretching me. “Tight, so goddamn tight.” He pushes in farther and his jaw clenches. “Hold on. Please, hold on,” I breathe, and his body stills above me as his eyes search mine. “What’s wrong?” “I just need a minute.” I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling like an idiot. “Baby.” His fingers slide along my jaw and cheekbone, into my hair. “Do you want to stop?” he asks gently, making tears sting my nose. “God, no.” He feels good, so good. But he’s huge, way bigger than any of my toys. “You’re just big. So big.” I wiggle my hips and he hisses out a breath, grabbing my waist. “Don’t say that shit when I’m inside of you,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “I have to tell you something, but please don’t be mad.” “Christ, what now?” He pulls back, gritting his teeth. “Stop being a jerk and let me talk.” I smack his shoulder and he looks down at me, thrusting in another inch. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” “What?” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips as he slides in a little more. “If it’s going to piss me off, I don’t want to know.” He slides out then back in, and my back arches off the bed as his thick cock fills every inch of me. “You’re such a dick!” I cry out as he tosses my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrust. “I don’t give a fuck about that either.” He drops his mouth, covering mine and stealing my reply—not that I have time to think about that as his mouth leisurely travels down my neck to my breast, which he pulls and sucks until I’m once again shouting his name and hearing mine groaned from his lips as we both come. 
Michelle's review
 Until Ashlyn by Aurora Rose ReynoldsMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Fabulous!! I absolutely love this family. With each book I fall more in love with these characters and their stories. This book belongs to Ashlyn. One drunken night in Vegas leaves her married to her jerk of a boss Dillon. Her very hot boss. One who has had feelings for her for a while and used the trip to trick her into being roommates. Once she lets her guard down her true feelings for him come out. Until Ashlyn has a great story. Wonderful characters, hot scenes, danger and mystery. I read it in one sitting, like the other books in this series once I started I just couldn't stop. I'm addicted to these characters and just can't seem to get enough. Wonderful absolutely wonderful!
About the Author:
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
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There are two of them and one of me. And an irresistible lure between us that is expressly forbidden. Has the gluttony of Vegas distorted our judgment or could there be something else bigger at play?
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS - Alison Bliss
Brick Davenport is the quintessential billionaire badboy. He’s also my ex-fiance and the man who taught me the first rule of business--always protect your assets. On New Year’s Eve in Vegas, I’ll have to do just that, because Brick’s on a mission...for my heart.
TEMPTED TIMES THREE - M Never
Love like there's no midnight.
F*ck like there's no sunrise.
Chase Hammond and Shane Laughtner have finally found the woman who completes their Trinity, and this New Year's Eve, the two have crafted a plan to make their trio permanent. Bright lights, a buzzing atmosphere, and an over indulgence of passion.
DICED - Ginger Scott
The last time Mia Stone saw Jamie Augusthill, he was being hauled away from her father's five-star restaurant in handcuffs. Now, the supposed "new man, still brilliant chef" is standing in HER kitchen. Worse yet, he's the only person who can pull off this impossible New Year's Eve feast. He's also the only man to ever break her heart.
BLINK - Molly McLain
I took her for granted and she walked out of my life. Now, two months later, she’s back...on another man’s arm. I never expected I’d spend New Year’s Eve without her, and I’ll be damned if she gives that midnight kiss to anyone but me. After all, she’s my wife.
A WILD CHASE - BB Reid
Mila Hunt has a big problem, and his name is Chase James. The arrogant asshole happens to be her boss, and after an embarrassing mistake at a gala, he decides her punishment should fit the crime. What he has in store for her she never thought she wanted, but she could never say no to him either…
ROCKIN' THE SUITE - Rhonda James
Sebastian Miles in a man with a plan. Recently married, he’s been on tour with his band, Paradox, for the last four months, leaving his young wife, Brooke, alone at home. He has thirty-six hours before heading back out on the road; plenty of time to fly off to Vegas and prove to her he’s still the same romantic guy she fell in love with. The stakes are high, but he’s up for the adventure. After all… What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Right?
A POWERS PLAY (A POWERS THAT BE SHORT) - Harper Bentley
Gable Powers had loved keeping me off-balance from the moment we met—dirty words whispered in my ear that made me tremble, a spectacular tattooed body that had my own craving his, a secret revealed that only made me love him more. Even his proposal had taken me by surprise when he got down on one knee in the shower. But now it’s my turn to shock him at midnight on New Year’s Eve in Vegas, and it’s going to be awesome.
TAKING GREER - Winter Travers
Apollo Banachi is tired of waiting. He's taking what belongs to him. Greer Cassidy doesn't stand a chance.
CRAVED (BOUND TOGETHER 2.5) - Lacey Black
Tara Hunter and Scott Dixon have wanted each other for years, but something always keeps them apart - until New Year’s Eve. When Scott and Tara find themselves at a charity gala, the stars may finally align.
A SHOWER FOR...THREE? - Allie Juliette Mousseau
 
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Alison Bliss
As the youngest of five girls, Alison Bliss has never turned down a challenge...or been called by the right name. Her writing career may have started out as a dare by one of her sisters, but Alison hasn't put her pen down since.
She grew up on a small island off the Texas Gulf Coast, where most of her childhood vacations consisted of camping or hunting trips to the deer lease. Although she'll always be a Texan at heart, Alison currently resides in the Midwest with her Iowa farm-boy husband and their two sons. With so much testosterone in her home, it's no wonder she writes "girl books."
She's an animal lover, a closet video game enthusiast, and believes the best way to know if someone is your soul mate is by canoeing with them because if you both make it back alive, it's obviously meant to be. Alison's an avid romance reader who enjoys penning the type of books she loves to read most: fun, steamy love stories with heart, heat, laughter, and usually a cowboy or two. As she calls it, "Romance...with a sense of humor."
Allie Juliette Mousseau
Allie Juliette Mousseau is a USA Today Bestselling author and writes sexy, emotionally-charged New Adult romance and is the other "pen-personality" of Aly Aurora Mira. She can usually be found day-dreaming and writing about sexy, heroic, alpha males and plotting ways to make them fall in love! Allie loves traveling and adventuring everywhere she can - whether it's in the physical world, within the pages of a great book or in her own wandering imagination - she believes and lives by the magical motto: All those who wander are not lost. She resides in sunny, southern California, with her family of children and fur babies.
Anne Mercier
I'm an avid reader who gets inspired by reading the stories from my favorite authors as well as listening to various types of music. I am a huge fan of music, chocolate, fruit, desserts, autumn, M. Shadows, Avenged Sevenfold, and Milo Ventimiglia. Through my books, I am proudly creating new Avenged Sevenfold and Milo Ventimiglia fans one reader at a time.
"The best part of being an author, to me, is being able to take the reader to that one place they long to go when they need to escape reality. Knowing I can do that, for even one reader, makes what I do worthwhile." ~ Anne Mercier
B. B. Reid
B.B., ALSO KNOWN as Bebe, found her passion for romance when she read her first romance novel by Susan Johnson at a young age. She would sneak into her mother's closet for books and even sometimes the attic. When she finally decided to pick up a pen and write, she found a new way to embrace her passion.
She favors a romance that isn't always easy on the eyes or heart, and loves to see characters grow--characters who are seemingly doomed from the start but find love anyway.
Fear Me is her debut novel.
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BT Urruela is a combat wounded amputee, purple heart recipient, contemporary author who has written both independent and traditionally published books. He is a RARE under 40 award recipient, Rockwood Summit High School and Rockwood School District Hall of Fame inductee, Co-founder and Brand Ambassador for VETSports, Ambassador for Tampa Sports Academy, People Magazine Tribute for Heroes winner, Cover Model, Motivational Speaker and Philanthropist. At an early age he began writing short stories having been inspired by reading books authored by RL Stein. His maternal grandmother’s bookshelf was filled with literature that inspired his young mind and cultivated his vivid imagination. Upon graduation from high school his desire to have a 20-year military career was cut drastically short by an improvised explosive device. Taking the life of his commander, and leaving the remaining four team members badly wounded. After careful consideration and multiple surgeries, he along with the guidance of his doctors made the decision to amputate. It was the only surgery he ever left with a smile on his face, as if a weight had been lifted. He struggled for two more years through 4-5 hours of physical therapy a day, five days a week to get adapted to his new prosthetic. He medically retired from the Army with high hopes. His focus on restoring his physical shape being the most eminent battle caused him to neglect his psychological state. Meeting people was difficult and there were very few options for veterans to utilize that would stimulate friendship, and ultimately, allow communication barriers to be breached. After moving to Tampa, Florida, he co-founded the veteran community sports nonprofit, VETSports, with two other combat wounded veterans. It was their mission to change the way veterans transitioned back to civilian life through organized team sports, community involvement, and leadership opportunities. After being invited to attend a photoshoot with acclaimed photographer Michael Stokes, he flew to California in December of 2014, with incredible excitement. His photos were so widely publicized that he soon gained exposure to the literary world like he’d always dreamed of. That opportunity launched him into his present writing career. He co-wrote the novel 'A Lover's Lament with author KL Grayson. The following year he released first solo novel, 'Into the Nothing' and will be releasing Wicked Little Words with author Stevie J. Cole. He is now writing full-time.
CA Harms
A little about me. Let’s see where to start. I love HEA stories, as long as they come packing a little heat. I need some excitement, some angst, and moments that make me fan my face are always good too. I am an Illinois girl, born and raised. Simple and true, it honestly doesn’t take much to make me happy. I love the little things; they truly mean the most. I may have a slight addiction to my new Keurig—oh my, that thing is a godsend. And so fast too. I have two children who truly are my very best friends, and their faces never fail to put a smile on my face. I have been married to my husband for sixteen years, and even though at times I want to beat him with a stick, I would never change the years we have had. We have learned and fallen, only to pick each other up, dust off the ache, and help each other make it right. I am one of those authors that adore my fans. I love to hear from you. After all, it is because of each one of you that I continue to write. I look forward to your feedback. Be sure to follow me to stay up-to-date on all my upcoming releases.
Ginger Scott
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author from Peoria, Arizona. She is the author of several young and new adult romances, including recent best-sellers This Is Falling and Wild Reckless.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger's other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. She has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).
Harper Bentley
USA Today Best Selling author Harper Bentley writes about hot alpha males who love hard. She's taught high school English for 24 years, and although she's managed to maintain her sanity regardless of her career choice, jumping into the world of publishing her own books goes to show that she might be closer to the ledge than was previously thought.
After traveling the nation in her younger years as a military brat, having lived in Alaska, Washington State and California, she now resides in Oklahoma with her teenage daughter, two dogs and one cat, happily writing stories that she hopes her readers will enjoy.
Kane Caldwell
I’m Kane Caldwell, a romance author. Writing started years ago as a hobby but quickly turned into a passion. I am the epitome of a country boy with my jeans, t-shirt, hat (No, not a cowboy hat. Lol), scruffy face, and work boots on, driving my truck and definitely not a guy you'd picture writing erotic romance. I’m in my mid-forties but my mind tells me differently along with keeping up with my two awesome teenage boys. I live in the south where the weather is warm but most times sweltering hot. When I have down time, I love to be surrounded by family, friends, great food, or engrossed in a good book. And of course, putting my erotic imagination to work, bringing you stories of love, lust and everything in between.
KL Kreig
As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption.
Outside of writing, I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).
Lacey Black
Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves watching NASCAR races and should only consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight.
Lacey’s debut novel, Trust Me, was released in August 2014. It spent several weeks in the top 100 in contemporary romance on Amazon’s Top 100 Best Sellers for e-books. Fight Me, book 2 in the Rivers Edge series, released December 2014 and was followed by Expect Me, Rivers Edge book 3 in February 2015 and Promise Me: A Novella in April 2015. All were Amazon Best Sellers in contemporary romance.
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M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant. She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season. She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!
Molly McLain
Molly McLain lives in a tiny Wisconsin town with her husband, three kids, and a sassy dog. She loves fountain soda, jellybeans, Luke Bryan and Avenged Sevenfold, thunderstorms, and camping at quiet lakes. She's been scribbling down love stories since she was old enough to dream about happily ever afters, and now she writes sexy, small town romance for real.
Rhonda James
Rhonda James is an Amazon best-selling author who loves a good HEA, believes nice guys don’t finish last, and strives to create a book boyfriend for all her readers. Rhonda is married and lives in Michigan with her family. When not writing, some of her guilty pleasures include kissing, diving into a good book, and wasting time on Facebook, though she may do one more than the others.
Sapphire Knight
Sapphire Knight is the International Bestselling Author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish, Corrupted, Forsaken Control, Unwanted Sacrifices, Friction, Unexpected Forfeit, Russian Roulette, Princess and 1st Time Love. The series are called Russkaya Mafiya, Oath Keepers MC, Ground and Pound, and Dirty Down South. Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself. Sapphire's a Texas girl who is crazy about football. She's always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories. She originally studied psychology and believes that it's added to her passion for writing. Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been married for twelve years. When she's not busy in her writing cave, she's playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to donate to help animals and watch a good action movie.
Winter Travers
Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author. With stories always flowing around her, Loving Lo was the one story that had to get out (new ones are knocking on the door daily now). Winter loves to bake and cook when she isn’t at work, zipping around on her forklift. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food (Tamales!) Winter has two new series planned for 2017; the Brawl Doll Series, and the Powerhouse Martial Arts Series.
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The Highlander Who Loved Meby Tara Kingston Highland Hearts #1 Publication Date: December 12, 2016 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance
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Synopsis: He may be her fiercest ally…or a scoundrel waiting to betray her.Johanna Templeton is on a life-and-death quest. Swept into an intrigue that rivals the tales she pens, she joins forces with a Highland rogue to find the treasure that will save her kidnapped niece—a prize the Scot seeks for reasons that have nothing to do with ransom. Engaging the Highlander in a sizzling battle of the sexes, Johanna shields her heart. Connor MacMasters, spy for Queen Victoria, is a man on a mission—keep a legendary gemstone from an evil man. Trailing an American novelist who holds the key to the treasure should’ve been simple, but Johanna awakens feelings he’d long thought dead. Torn between duty and desire, he wants her in his bed, but loving her would be a fool’s game. Blasted shame his heart doesn’t agree.
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Only on Amazon and KU! http://a.co/fYVYrrH BLURB Elijah Growing up, I idolized my father. I wanted to be the same type of man he was, but I wasn’t. I didn’t function the same way he did. I had my own vices that kept me isolated from the rest of my brothers and the club. I felt like I was living a lie until I met Spencer. Spencer never judged me for being a biker, but he also didn’t know I was part of the Wayward Saints. I kept my life a secret from him, a secret from pretty much everyone. Secrets never stay hidden for long and soon I have to choose. Choose between the family I love more than anything and the one I’ve fallen for in a short period of time. Spencer Being part of the special crimes unit is something I have worked my ass off to achieve. One night can change all of that, and can cause me to lose everything I’ve worked so hard for. Elijah is worth that, even if I don’t tell him that. He didn’t know how I felt about him when I watched him walk out the door. One case can take our perfect arrangement to utter devastation. When truths come out, I am ordered to get information from him – have him rat on his own family, something I know he would never do. One wrong move and one of us can be killed. Is love worth a death sentence? I know I would die for Elijah, I just hope he will be there to save me in time.
EXCERPT # 1 “Nice bike.” He says as I kill the engine. “Thanks. I custom built her when I turned eighteen.” I run my hand over the gas tank and he makes his way towards me. His eyes never leave mine as he reaches out and pulls my head to his mouth. “I’ve always wanted to ride on one of these Harley’s.” He says when he releases my mouth. My hand grips his hip, I pull him closer and motion for him to get on. He slowly puts his leg over the bike and sits in front of me. My dick is straining against my jean, I want so bad to free the fucker just so I can get his sweet lips wrapped around me. “I’ll give you something to ride.” I murmur, pulling his head to mine. I grip the nape of his hair and run my mouth against his throat. I hear a car coming down the street, but his truck is blocking the sight of us. The lights illuminate the area around us and when I look down, I can see the bulge in his jeans. My free hand runs down his neck and towards his stomach, slowly feeling my way down his rigid body. EXCERPT # 2 Before I can even knock, the door is thrown open and I see a pissed off River. “So you just ignore my 911 text messages and show up here. I swear you are worse than your brother.” She snaps. I walk over to her and pull her to me. “Yeah, but you still like me better sweetheart.” I kiss her cheek and the anger disappears. She tries to be a hard-ass, but it’s just not her style. “Where the hell were you? You were supposed to come by hours ago.” She looks up at me with a pout and I shrug. “I was out.” I say, moving past her and into her house. “Out as in with someone or trolling?” She asks as she shuts the door. My phone beeps, I pull it out to see a text message from Seb. Great. I get to hear it from both sides now. “Both.” I say distracted. “Oooh!” she says giddily. “Was it good?” River loves hearing the details of my sex life for some odd reason. She loves hearing about when I fuck them. Her gay porn addiction is kind of frightening, but I just go with it. “Please tell me it wasn’t with that douche bag that you were fucking before.” ABOUT THE AUTHOR K. Renee is from sunny, California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination to paper. K. Renee is an avid reader. During the day she works in an office and at night she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper. Website: http://www.kreneeauthor.com Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00QW68UQM Tsū: KRENEEAUTHOR Instagram: k.renee.author Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/kayreneeauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/k_renee_author Author Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9757272.K_Renee Blogger Notification list Sign up http://goo.gl/forms/mdLrdnGsaL ARC Sign Up Sheet: http://goo.gl/forms/zUctKTEG4D WAYWARD SAINTS MC SERIES Wayward Angel Amazon US: http://amzn.com/B00Q6VFD54 Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00Q6VFD54 Wayward Valentine Amazon US: http://amzn.com/B00THYIKMA Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00THYIKMA Wayward Soul Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00U4C1TN6 Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00U4C1TN6 Wayward Beginning Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1QRUya0 Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00YSZ3Y3S Wayward Son Amazon US: http://amzn.com/B015TUDD7C Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B015TUDD7C Wayward Trouble Amazon US: http://amzn.com/B01964TJYI Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01964TJYI Wayward Temptation US: http://amzn.com/B01CYT91WC UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01CYT91WC
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 Wayward Secret by K. ReneeMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Absolutely Fantastic! I am a huge fan of m/m books so when I saw one was going to added to one of my favorite MC series I was extremely excited. Wayward Saints is one of the best MC series out there. Kay has a way of bringing us stories that are not only sexy and hot but they are exciting and full of danger. I've loved each book in this series but Wayward Secret is now my favorite. We get Elijah's story. No one can know he's gay, he wouldn't be excepted and he knows what happens in the MC community when someone does come out. He's a hit em and quit em type of man but all that is thrown out the window when he meets Spencer. A man completely opposite of him whom he can't help but fall in love with. Secrets are kept, lies told and danger lurks. Can these two make it? Will Elijah tell his brother both blood and MC? This is an exceptional book. I love these characters and the story keep me excited for the book and very entertained. Wonderful book Kay, absolutely loved it!
The CEO’s Seductionby Diane Alberts Publication Date: December 12, 2016 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis: The last thing Brett Ross wants is to be back in the same old damn small town he grew up in, but his best friend is getting married, so there’s no way he’s skipping yet another visit back home. He knows what he’s getting into, coming back here, but the one thing he didn’t count on was the way Anna Hamilton made him feel the first time he sets eyes on her…and she’s all grown up.Anna’s always been in love with Brett, even if she’s always been his best friend’s annoying little sister to him. But when he looks at her, she doesn’t see annoyance in his eyes anymore. If anything, she sees a silent calling for her to save him from himself…and she’s just the girl to do it. All she needs is to find a way to escape her pesky, protective older brothers… And then the game is on.
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I once read that every warrior hoped an honorable death would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me.
I was trained to kill. I was trained to not ask why. To take orders and just march in line. Hooah motherfucker.
Life or death.
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And I’m not only talking about the military. I’m talking about the life that led me on the road to nowhere.
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M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
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 Road to Nowhere by M. RobinsonMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Outstanding! Ahh!! What a wonderful, exciting, heart breaking book. So many feels with this one.... I was mad, sad, hurt, happy and totally in love with this book and it's characters. Creed and Mia are wonderful. We got so much more of Creed than I actually expected. He's a troubled soul who will break your heart at every stop. Mia is a young, sweet girl who loves him with all her heart. We get a wonderful story with Road To Nowhere. I love M Robinson's books. She gives you her all and it definitely shows in her writing. Everything about this book is outstanding. It's definitely one of my favorite books of the year. I can't wait to hear more from these wonderful crazy characters.
NEW RELEASE! WICKED IMPULSE by Chelle Bliss ALFA PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS - A MEN OF INKED SPINOFF
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Didn't read the previous ALFA P.I. books, but you're dying to read Bear's story? GREAT NEWS... YOU CAN! Wicked Impulse can be read as a standalone.
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ALFA Private Investigations is a spin-off of the Men of Inked series, but can be read separately. **Includes a BONUS novella - Men of Inked Christmas**
Fran DeLuca's known for her bossy, overbearing personality almost as much as for her love of nylon tracksuits. But when someone runs off with fifty thousand dollars, she becomes involved in an ALFA investigation and catches the eye of silver fox biker, Bear. Bear North, ALFA's resident bad boy, has never thought of Fran as anything more than his buddy's mom. When she trades in her elastic pants and orthopedic tennis shoes for a pair of skintight jeans and high heels, he takes notice of the fifty-something MILF. When the money trail leads closer to Fran than expected, Bear takes charge of the investigation and will do anything to protect her. Can Bear track a thief, claim Fran, and keep Morgan DeLuca in the dark long enough to solve the case? Wicked Impulse is book 3 in the ALFA PI series and includes a BONUS novella - Men of Inked Christmas. 
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Signing with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wanted—our better life. Our chance at everything we never had but always wanted. All our dreams would finally come true and we were on top of the world. It was our chance at the happiness we never had in life. Our every desire was at our fingertips and the power of that feeling was all consuming. But then it took every dream we thought would come true and it slapped us in the face with the cold hard reality. Dreams were just that…something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away. Happiness…that feeling is a joke. In the end it became painfully obvious that each of us would always have each other, but we would forever be alone.
Goddamn, that smile is dangerous. Who am I kidding? He is dangerous. I do my best to ignore him, but it’s impossible. The steady brush of his arm against where mine is resting on our shared armrest constantly reminds me how much my body wants his touch. The scent of his delicious cologne hits my senses, making me want to climb in his lap and rub my face over his chest to get a potent lungful of it. I can’t even remember the last time I was this horny, which is pathetically sad, since it was probably around the same time I actually got laid. Years. I think. Close to three. Maybe that’s why I’m a hot mess lately. I turn my head to study the side of his face and wonder if I can use this situation to my advantage. I mean, after all, we are in a ‘relationship’ now. He turns and gives me a questioning arch of his dark brows, but I brush it off in favor of playing Disney Emoji Blitz on my phone. By the time we had hit cruising altitude, I could hear the other men around me snoring away but not Chance. He’s fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact I’m about to start humping his leg. “Excuse me,” I breathily say, unbuckling my belt and standing to move around him. I stand there, my head bent slightly because of the overhead, and wait. He doesn’t move, though. Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like he’s finding this whole damn thing funny. “Excuse me,” I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming. No, that’s a lie. I’m still breathy and very much seconds away from soaking my panties even more than they already are. His large hands grab my hips, and he guides me down on his lap with no resistance from my treacherous body. “Not what I meant,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to sound harsh and offended, but I just sound dazed and turned on. I wiggle in his hold, trying to get free, but he’s too strong for me. He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck. I’m sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just can’t keep their hands to themselves. He’s playing a dangerous game, though, because the second the solid, hard length of him presses against my backside, I forget this is supposed to be a game and squirm a little more. His teeth nip at my shoulder at the same time his groan hits my ears. “Stop moving, Wren,” he demands, tightening his fingers on my hips. “You’re the one who put me on your lap.” I curl my fingers over the empty seat in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him growing harder under me. “Yeah, because the flight attendant who just walked by had her phone out and pointed right at us. She’s doing a shit job of making it look like she’s doing something with her paperwork.” His hand comes off my hip, and he cups my jaw, turning my head to the side just when I was about to look up at where I last saw the attendant, forcing me to shift until all it would take is me throwing one leg over his body to be face-to-face. “Do not look at her,” he stresses; the sudden movement of twisting my body makes me bounce slightly in his lap, rubbing my legging-clad ass against his erection. His eyes drop to my mouth where I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and groan. “Give me a reason not to look,” I dare him. “You don’t want to go down that road, Wren. I’ll protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.” “No one is asking you to.” Not even knowing if we’re still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until they’re bent at his stomach between us. Now that I’m facing him completely, I bring my hands up to curl them both around his shoulders before dragging them up to wrap around the corded muscles at the sides of his neck. His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t stop me. I give him the chance, but it never comes. Dropping my head, I press my lips to his. I explore his lips with small pecks and little licks of my tongue, learning his mouth before pressing more firmly. He sucks in a breath when I open my mouth and slowly drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip. And then his control snaps. His hands—still at my hips—lift me effortlessly until my legs are no longer folded between us, but now digging into the hard armrests with my knees pushing into his thighs, my back hitting the seat in front of me. His mouth opens, and his tongue meets mine, no hesitation whatsoever, as he deepens the kiss. Our breathing echoes around us, making it sound like everyone on this plane could hear us, but I know it’s just because our faces are so close. I let out a moan, one that he swallows, that turns into a whine when he pulls back. “That can’t happen again,” he softly scolds, just as breathless as I am. What the hell? I might not have been into this whole fake-boyfriend-slash-bodyguard thing before, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of the situation. Especially now that I know how alive he makes me feel. Three years since I had pleasure from anything other than my own hand, and if that kiss is anything to go by, what Chance could make me feel is ten times more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I’m not passing that up. Nope. No fucking way. “We’ll see about that.” 
Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand. 
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