Tainted Luckby Cynthia Austin Publication Date: July 30, 2018 Genres: Young Adult, Horror, Thriller
Levi Kast was content living his life in the shadows. He didn’t want much, just his dad’s attention and the girl of his dreams to notice his existence. Instead, he got more than he had bargained for. Taylor James was the new student at Kennedy High. She was eccentric, impulsive, Gothic and…dark. She always got what she wanted, and she decided instantly that she wanted Levi Kast. He became her obsession. Despite Levi’s initial response to retreat from her other world presence, he was eventually drawn to this girl and her obsession of death and ghosts. But Taylor had skeletons in her closest, including a dead boyfriend, and before Levi could understand them, he found himself her next victim.
About Cynthia AustinCynthia Austin is a multi-published author who lives in Northern California with her husband, two boys, and Olde English Bulldogge named Count Dogula. They love all things horror, gothic, and Victorian which prompts her friends to dub them as “The Adams Family.” She is an avid reader who may be slightly obsessed with music. She hears music in a way that she believes the artist intended it to be heard: visually, with a storyline that follows. Listening to the songs by her favorite artists, she was inspired to write her first series titled “The Pendant.”
“Heat, heart and plenty of happy sighs.”-- Avery Flynn, USA Today bestselling author
Handle with Care, an all-new romantic standalone from Nina Croft is coming July 30th!
What if all you want is the one thing you can’t have?
First grade teacher Emily Towson always does the right thing. The sensible thing. But in her dreams, she does bad, bad things with the town’s baddest boy: Tanner O’Connor. But when he sells her grandmother a Harley, fantasy is about to meet a dose of reality.
And then he goes and calls her “sensible”...
Tanner can’t believe sweet Emily is standing in his shop. Yelling and waving her hands and looking so god damn sexy he’s having trouble focusing. He’d spent two hard years in prison, with only the thought of this “good girl” to keep him sane.
He really should send her away...
Before either one thinks though, they’re naked and making memories on his tool bench with apparently the oldest condom in history. Now Tanner’s managed to knock-up the town’s “good girl” and she’s going to lose her job over some stupid “morality clause” if he doesn’t step up.
But can this bad boy teach his good girl they’re perfect for each other in time?
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Excerpt:“Tanner.” Just the way she said his name, sort of breathless, made him hard. He nodded.“Emily.” “What are you doing here?” Her eyes narrowed.“Did you follow me?” “You looked a little upset. I was just making sure no one else followed you.” “You mean Ryan? He’s being a total pain in the…” “Ass?” “Yes.” She pressed her finger to the spot between her brows.“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m usually so…” She took a couple of deep breaths.“He was making me so angry.” “I thought he was your boyfriend?” “Not anymore. It’s over between me and Ryan. It was over before that night you and I…” He decided to help her out.“Had hot, dirty sex on top of the workbench in my garage. Then up against the wall in my garage.” She gritted her teeth but gave a quick nod. “Why was it over with Mr. Perfect? Did he finish with you?” Maybe she’d needed some sort of affirmation of herself as a sexy woman. He wanted to beat Ryan for that, though he had ultimately benefited from it. “None of your business.” “Come on, Em. I’m curious.” Her face took on a mutinous expression, lips pursed.“He said I was sensible and then he asked me to marry him.” Tanner managed to choke back the laugh, but she must have seen it on his face. “It’s not funny.” He’d proposed? That made Tanner want to growl. But she had a point. It sounded as though Ryan had fucked up on the proposal. Tanner certainly wasn’t sorry. Ryan’s loss, his gain.“Let me get this straight. If he hadn’t called you sensible, you would have said yes?” “Probably not. He told me he’d decided it was time to settle down, and I was a nice, sensible woman, and would make him a suitable wife. Or something like that. I sort of stopped listening at ‘sensible.’What sort of man starts a proposal by saying you’re sensible?” “An asshole?” “Yes. Exactly. I said I didn’t think we were suited and walked out. Then when I got home, Mimi told me she’d bought a bike from you, and then she more than hinted that I was sensible, too. So when you said it as well, I just…sort of blew.” “Actually, you kissed me, then you stripped, then you threw yourself at me. I didn’t stand a chance.” He had an image of her standing naked in front of him, challenging him to do something, and almost groaned. “I did not throw myself at you.” He just stood there, one eyebrow raised. She folded her arms across her chest.“Anyway.I thought you were pretending that never happened?” “Believe me, I’m trying. But I keep getting these little flashbacks at the most inappropriate times. Like when I’m picking up a tool from my work bench and there you are, all soft and naked and panting for me.” Why did he do this to himself? His dick was almost painfully hard. She was staring at him wide-eyed, her pink lips slightly parted. She didn’t move. He cast a quick look around the street—it was empty—then he closed the space between them, lowered his head, and kissed her before she could even have an idea of his intentions. He half expected her to pull back and run away, but her lips softened, then parted under his, and he slipped his tongue inside, sliding it along the length of hers. He kissed her until they both ran out of air. He hadn’t thought kissing was such a big deal, but he could kiss Emily all night.
About Nina:Growing up in the cold, wet, north of England, Nina Croft spent a lot of time huddled under the blankets dreaming of faraway sunnier places and ponies. When she discovered both could be found between the covers of a book, her life changed forever. At the age of eighteen, in an attempt to turn dreams into reality, she headed south in search of the sun. She quickly picked up the perfect husband along the way, and developed a taste for red wine and holidays in warm places. Soon holidays weren’t enough, and together they volunteered to work in Africa where they both discovered a love of traveling and a dislike of 9-5 work. Afterward they spent a number of years travelling (whenever possible) intermingled with working (whenever the money ran out.) Eventually they stumbled upon a remote area in the mountains of southern Spain where they bought the small almond farm they now call home. No electricity, no neighbors, no chocolate shops, but on the plus side, stunning scenery, a vineyard to make her own red wine, and far enough away from anywhere to satisfy Nina’s hermit tendencies. She shares the farm with her husband, and an ever increasing number of animals, including Piggles, a three-legged Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. Nina now spends her days riding her mare Gencianna under the blue Spanish skies—sunshine and ponies. She reckons this is proof that dreams really can come true if you want them enough. She still travels, but usually only in her imagination, and can often be found lying under a fig tree, wine in hand, plotting stories of love in faraway places. Nina believes love can come to anyone, anytime, anywhere and her books reflect this.
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❤ Cover Reveal & #Preorder Sale ❤ 'Breaking Free', book 6 in Megan Lowe's Rocking Racers series, releases August 25th. Preorder now for #halfprice!
Author: Megan Lowe
Title: Breaking Free
Series: Rocking Racers #6
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 25, 2018
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
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Halliday Porte has loved Parker Ryan forever. After years overseas trying to forget about him, she’s back to finally let him know how she feels.
For Ashton Rhodes, Parker Ryan was the one who got away. She’s determined that won’t happen again.
With two women chasing him, will Parker reject a chance at happiness or will he realise happiness is within his grasp and break free?
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Megan Lowe is a lost journalism graduate who after many painful years searching for a job in that field, decided if she couldn’t write news stories, she would start listening to the characters whispering stories to her and decided to write them down. She writes primarily New Adult/Contemporary Romance stories with Sport and Music themes. She is based on the Gold Coast but her heart belongs to New York City. When she’s not writing she’s either curled up with a good book, travelling or screaming at the TV willing her sporting teams to pull out the win.
⚜It’s cover reveal day for Anne Conley’s Truth or Dare. Check it out and be sure to grab your copy August 21st!⚜
It’s cover reveal day for Anne Conley’s Truth or Dare. Check it out and be sure to grab your copy August 21st!
Title: Truth or Dare
Author: Anne Conley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: August 21st
About Truth or Dare:When a child’s game goes delightfully wrong, Jude finds himself rethinking his current status quo. Jude finds himself strangely looking to Annette to make sense of his own life. Annette is trying not to get distracted by the sexy firefighter, but when her artistic retreat begins in disaster, Jude’s playing the hero she can’t ignore. Suddenly, her artwork is completely changed with Jude’s exquisite lines transforming her landscapes. Up until now, their life was like a notebook full of doodles, but it’s turning into a full-fledged art showing, and neither of them know how to deal with the embers of desire when they ignite into flames.
Exclusive Excerpt:“Hi,” he began. “I have a favor to ask.” She raised her eyebrows and smiled vaguely, exposing a tiny gap in her teeth which only made her more attractive with the tiny imperfection. “I’m here with my friends, and one of their girlfriends is trying to mess with me. I was about to leave when she dared me to kiss a woman here. And then I saw you.” Her brows furrowed in confusion, but he saw the pulse in her neck pick up speed. When she absently licked her lips, he sat next to her. “Let me kiss you to get them off my back, then I’ll buy you a drink and walk away.” She took a deep breath but didn’t say anything. Her eyes searched his face, landing on his lips, then going back to his eyes, probably gauging his honesty. “I promise I’m not playing with you. Look over there.” Jude turned his head to follow her eyes as she looked over his shoulder at his friends. Joey raised his drink with a goofy smile on his face, and Simone narrowed her eyes on a huff. Zane just watched over the rim of his drink, a twinkle in his eyes. Logan was still nowhere to be found. Jude sighed. “See?” He turned back to her to find her watching him intently. “So … what do you say? May I kiss you? You don’t have to see me again, promise.” It occurred to him maybe that was a deal breaker for her, but he wasn’t really willing to make promises he didn’t plan on keeping just for a stupid game. But as he watched her decide, he got a little lost in her green eyes, the color of frosty sage leaves after a morning dew. “You have gorgeous eyes. I bet men tell you that all the time.” She snapped out of her trance. “Thank you. Yes.” Her voice was low and husky, sending a shock of lust straight to his balls. He rested his hand on her leg, the desire to touch those soft curves overriding all common sense. “Yes, what? Guys say that a lot?” Her smile widened, and Jude lost all the air in his lungs. God, she was breathtaking. “Yes, you can kiss me.” Jude smiled and scooted his chair closer to her. He was about to kiss a random stranger in a bar on a dare, but as he gripped her braid and brought her face closer to his, he didn’t give a flying fuck. He wanted to taste those glistening lips. STAT. He closed his eyes as he brushed his lips across hers, and then sensations took over everything. Warmth, softness, her subtle floral scent, her fingers trailing up his chest and winding around his neck, the tiny gasp she expelled. Something foreign and totally feral welled up inside him and roared approval. More.
About the Author:Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head. Currently, she has five romance series. Playing with Fire explores the trials and tribulations of a small team of fire fighters in the fictional mountain town of Pamona Gulch. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, Jordan, Hollerman, and Simon. Her favorite series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human.
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Lullaby Babyby Isabella Starling Publication Date: Fall 2018 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
The sweetest lullabies won’t mend your heart, They’ll break it.
About Isabella StarlingDark, dirty and taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for. An Amazon top 25 bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next forbidden story. If you pick up a Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his woman with a rough hand. Add just a sprinkle of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a story you won’t forget.
⚜Today we have an excerpt reveal for Grahame Claire’s It’s Not Over! We are so excited about this fantastic release—be sure to pre-order today!⚜
Today we have an excerpt reveal for Grahame Claire’s It’s Not Over! We are so excited about this fantastic release—be sure to pre-order today!
Title: IT’S NOT OVER
Author: Grahame Claire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: August 3th
About It’s Not Over:Daniel I have two lives. One with the woman who owns me. The other tied to a past I can’t escape. For eight years, I kept them separate, knowing one day their collision was inevitable. That day has come. She’ll have to accept it. It’s over. Vivian He has two lives. A beautiful one with me. Another shrouded in ugly secrets. It didn’t matter, until now. I don’t know why he’s destroyed us, But fighting for him will be the battle of my life. It’s not over.
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Exclusive Excerpt:“Three days is all you could wait to see me again?” I feigned confidence to hide my surprise at the sight of the angel warrior in the lobby of Hamerstein and Associates. What in the dickens is he doing here? And why the hell did he look like he just walked off a runway? Hands shoved in his pockets. A suit that hung on his broad frame like it was made for him. Dark hair mussed by the wind. But those eyes…shrewd, yet pleasure evident in them as I approached. My heart stuttered, but my strides were fluid instead of betraying the slight tremor in my legs. “We weren’t properly introduced,” he said as he closed the distance between us. “Ever consider there’s a reason for that?” He grinned, and I looked down at my clothes to make sure they hadn’t evaporated on the spot. Lord knew I felt like ripping them off. “You don’t strike me as a runner.” What the hell? Maybe I didn’t work out religiously—okay, at all—but I was in damn good shape. I lifted my chin. “Well, you strike me as a stalker.” His eyes danced, but his mouth quirked down as if the accusation was a foreign one and he didn’t quite know what to do with it. “Would you believe I happened to be in the neighborhood? Wanted to hear that Southern drawl again?” “Not a chance.” I lifted my chin, and his eyes raked down the column of my neck. I flexed my fingers so as not to touch the skin where his look had singed me. I couldn’t do this. Feel whatever this was. “You’ve said hello. Now, I have work to do.” I spun, and he caught me by the elbow. His breath on my ear raised every hair on my body. “See. A runner.” Was he insinuating I was a coward? I whirled back around to set him straight and immediately regretted it. His face was inches from mine. I held my breath to keep from burying my nose in his suit. No one should smell that good. Not without a warning. “I hope this isn’t your usual approach with women.” Fuck him and that gorgeous smile. It lit his whole face and made him even more impossibly handsome. “They usually approach me.” I rolled my lips together. “That explains a lot.” “Don’t you want to know why I’m here?” His voice was so low that I leaned in closer to hear him. Another mistake. I was too close, all in his personal space. “You want a proper introduction.” I thrust my hand out, creating some distance. “Vivian DeGraw. Though you already know that. Now goodbye.” His fingers clasped my hand and squeezed. He didn’t shake, just held me in place. “Daniel Elliott. And this most definitely isn’t goodbye.”
About Grahame Claire:A writer. A blogger. United by our love of stories and all things romance. There was definitely some insta-love. Hello? Books involved. A little courting. A lot of writing. The result...Grahame Claire. Soulmates. Unashamed of our multiple book boyfriends. Especially the ones that rooted in our heads and wouldn’t leave us alone. Don’t worry. We’ll share. Pleased to meet you.
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ꕥꕥSugar Spells by Lola Dodge (The Spellwork Syndicate #2) ꕥ Published by: Ink Monster LLC ꕥ Publication date: October 30th 2018 ꕥ Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal, Young Adultꕥꕥ
Revenge never felt so sweet. Revenge Love by Kata Čuić releases on July 26th! Keep reading for an excerpt!
EXCERPT:The crowd parts as a lone figure stalks out from one of the side rooms. A nondescript gray hoodie covers his face, but from the few gasps of those closest to the action, they know who he is. When he makes it to the center of the ring to stand by Kieran, Rosie and I use each other as leverage to perch on our toes for a better view. Slowly, almost as if he both dreads and relishes this part, Jason lowers the hood, exposing his face to the crowd. Just as jeers break out, he continues to disrobe until he's wearing nothing but a pair of faded, ripped jeans. Silence descends on the basement. "Oh my God," Rosie breathes. "I don't even like dick, but my panties are absolutely drenched right now." I can't get my lungs working enough to respond, but I concur. All his time in the gym has paid off in dividends. Every inch of Jason's torso is corded with thick muscle. He could give any of the football team, wrestling team, basketball team...hell, any team a run for their money. About the Author:
Kata lives in the suburbs of Pittsburgh with her husband and three children.
When she isn't in the writing cave, she's cheering on her favorite sports teams:
the Pitt Panthers, Pittsburgh Steelers, Pittsburgh Penguins, and Pittsburgh Pirates. It's good to be a Steel City girl.Connect with Kata: Website: http://www.katacuicbooks.com Amazon: https://amzn.to/2ysZwgr Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/katacuicbooks/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkatacuic
Young Love by Alyson Santos releases on July 25th! This sexy summer angsty read is sure to make you swoon! Keep reading for an excerpt!
EXCERPT:His smile is patented Jace Beckett, but the rest? I forget all about my own drama. “You okay?” I ask, pulling back and searching tired aqua eyes. “Fine, yeah.” Another quick smile and he’s heading to the stairs. “Mind if I take a quick shower? I came right from work.” “Of course.” I follow his exhausted climb to my suite and watch as he fishes through a bag he brought. A bag? Who takes a suitcase to work? “You sure everything’s okay?” I ask. “Absolutely. I’ll just be a minute.” There’s nothing sexy about watching the man you care about lie to you. This time when he strips and cleans up there are no games, no flirting glances from either of us. He’s focused, shoulders sagged, and I’m hurting for him. I only wait for a few minutes before I decide to distract myself by preparing food. I leave him to finish up and head down to the kitchen. I’m chopping lettuce, veggies, and grilled chicken for a garden salad when he joins me, looking much more like the sexy, confident man I know. “Looks great,” he says, moving behind me and slipping his arms around my waist. My body instinctively relaxes into his, my knife stalling on the cutting board. We’re so beautifully connected right now, so why is he lying to me? I let go of the knife and turn so we’re facing each other, but his lips erase any chance of a confrontation. I weave my fingers through his damp hair to take in more. He hardens against me, and my hips respond with an agonizing jerk. His reaction intensifies, and soon we forget all about food and lies. We are hands and mouths and need, undulating in unison against the counter. I moan at the effect of his mouth on my neck, his hands running over my curves, god, my need to feel every line of his body. I push my hands over his ass, forcing our hips into perfect alignment. “Dessert first?” he breathes against my ear. “Yes, please.” I pull off his shirt, suffering—savoring—the streams of tiny explosions firing through my body as I enjoy my favorite picture: Jace Beckett, bare, hungry, messy hair falling in his beautiful eyes, that guitar pick chain slightly askew against his tanned, hard chest. I could stare all day and never get enough. I reach for him with trembling fingers. If I touch him will he be real? But the heat radiating through my fingers is from skin not stone. His eyes close as he draws in a long breath. “What’s really going on?” I whisper, tracing the stubble along his jaw. I almost shudder when his eyes return to mine. “I’m scared, Sienna.” Oh god. The glisten in his eyes is so painful. Something I never thought I’d see, never wanted to see. I’m filled with a sudden intense hatred for everything in this world that would hurt him. “Please tell me.” I center his face with my palms, brushing lightly with my thumbs. It’s right there. Whatever it is, is about to shatter my world too when-- “Oh my!” Jace’s gaze locks on her first, and I twist my head back. Crap! As if I needed more reasons to resent my mother. “We’re having a private conversation, Mom. Can you give us a second?” Her brows lift, lips forming into a thin line. “I can see that. I’ll be in my room.” Mortified, I’m almost afraid to face Jace again, but his face has come alive with humor when I finally turn back. “Who would’ve thought it’d be your mom getting in our way?” “I need her to go back to Florida,” I whisper because I’m still ten years old when she’s in the house. His laugh, usually so soothing, shoots a wave of disappointment through me, regret for the moment we lost. It’s not the sex I miss, but the intimacy of the secret he’d been about to share. The opportunity is obviously gone when he backs away and pulls on his shirt. I study him for another second as he starts gathering utensils for dinner. He’s scared. I believed it fully in that moment. Now? He hides in plain sight like no one I’ve ever known. Another pang shoots through me. “Jace… What you were saying before—” He shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Want me to start the carrots?” When his back turns, I know he’s gone. I’ve lost, stuck once again with the version of Jace Beckett everyone gets. It’s not fair because he’s the only one who sees me. I try to muster anger at the injustice but he’s impossible to resent. I just end up smiling at the way he attacks the carrots and cucumbers. “Those peelers are meant to glide over vegetables, not hack them to death.” “What’s with this thing anyway? Don’t you have a normal peeler?” “What’s a normal peeler?” I ask. “I don’t know. The ones with the”—he waves his hands in an unhelpful demonstration—“the thing with the thing.” “Ooh, right. The thing.” He snorts and bumps my shoulder with his. “Sorry if I’m not a gourmet chef.” “No one’s perfect.” He hands me the shredded carrots to chop. “You pretty much are.” “Me?” I choke out. Zero: the number of times I ever thought that. Zero: the number of times others have. “Why are you so shocked by that?” “Because! I…” …what? Just because. That cucumber looks dangerous in his hand. Then again, I bet he knows how to kill someone with it. “Do we need to have this discussion again?” he asks, jabbing it toward me. “What discussion?” He lowers the vegetable to a safer angle. “Sienna, you’re amazing. You are instinctively compassionate. It’s incredible the way you want to jump in and save everyone.”
“You’re one to talk,” I mutter. He smiles. “And you’re so smart. You picked up the guitar, the karate stances, everything, so quickly. And your career? I couldn’t begin to figure out all those numbers and spreadsheets.” He shakes his head. “I have no idea what you see in me.” I stare over at him in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?” He shrinks a bit, smile growing at my animation. “Unbelievable,” I say. “What I see in you? Do you honestly not understand what I see in you?” I drop my knife and force him to face me again. “You...” My voice gets lost in his gaze. “You’re everything,” I whisper, pulling him in for a long kiss. He deepens it, and I know, I know, Jace Beckett will be the love of my life. No doubt, no turning back, and no choice left except to absorb the abject terror of that reality. About the Author: I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it’s a real problem. I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other. I like to eradicate barriers, refusing to be confined by the laws of physics or limitations of reality. I will befriend a vast population of possibilities and introduce them in ways that might surprise you. Connect with Alyson! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authoralysonsantos/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorAlySantos Join her group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/AlysBreakfastClub/ Bookbub: http://bit.ly/2E57FWM
RULES OF FRIENDSHIP by C.A. Harms releases August 6th!
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As a guy, the number one rule to being best friends with a girl should be simple…
Never, and I do mean never, fall in love with her.
Oh and you should never fantasize about her either.
Believe me, that situation can get messy really fast and leave you with nothing but one hell of an awkward mess on your hands—literally.
Reese and I have been through everything together; our bond is deep. But I am going down fast, and I fear there is no way to stop it. I spend most of my time hiding my body’s reaction to her because like I said: just friends.
But things are changing. We are changing.
I no longer see her as just Reese, my best friend. When I look at her now, I see a gorgeous woman that takes my breath away. I see my future. But what if she doesn’t see me the same way?
I can’t risk losing her…
The fear of screwing everything up is excruciating. So that’s why I have chosen to stick to the rules. The Rules of Friendship that is.
She was off limits. Plain and simple.
But then in she walks wearing her tiny shorts and those tight tops. Come on, a guy can only have so much restraint before he caves…
MEET THE AUTHOR:
C.A. Harms is an avid romance and mystery reader. She's always had a love for books, getting lost in writing and storytelling even as a young girl. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. She holds an addiction for Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha’s and KitKat when she should really be focusing on water and maybe a fruit or two to make herself feel less guilty, but that feeling quickly passes...thankfully.
She is easy going, fun, and although she may seem like one of the quiet ones at first, you just wait until she gets to know you better...that quietness changes, fast.