My Number Oneby Janice Ross Publication Date: September 2016 Genres: New Adult, Contemporary Romance Two friends. Two lovers. Dark pasts. Uncertain futures. Mindless passion. Wondrous pain. One remarkable love. One powerful friendship on the verge of being torn apart. This is Knox Jackson and Kasha Davies' story about the cost of being number one.About Janice RossJanice Ross was born in Guyana, South America and migrated to the USA in 1980. Although her citizenship certificate now reads the United States of America, she considers herself a citizen of the world. Sure she has not physically been around the world and back, but she’s travelled in her mind and dreams. Janice enjoys Zumba, Kickboxing, and most exercise classes. When she’s not pushing her physical limits, Janice spends time working on her craft, as well as lending a hand to other aspiring writers.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Newsletter
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Release Date: August 29th Series: PresLocke #2 Genre: Contemporary Romance M/MSynopsis:
“ACE LOCKE JETS OFF TO SIN CITY WITH MYSTERY MAN” Sorry, ladies—and fellas—Hollywood’s hottest action star, Ace Locke, is officially off the market! The man on Locke’s arm has been identified as Dylan Prescott, the sexy new “it” model currently featured in the latest Calvin Klein ads. Sources tell TNZ the men met on the set of Locke’s upcoming action film Insurrection 2, and that “they only have eyes for each other.” This is the first public gay relationship for Locke, who came out a year ago, and there has been much speculation on who would finally be the one to catch his eye. According to multiple eyewitnesses, Locke whisked Prescott away on his private jet for a romantic weekend at Syn, the most exclusive hotel on the Las Vegas Strip. After pictures recently surfaced of the new couple, affectionately named PresLocke, it appears from the possessive way Locke keeps his new beau close that things are heating up. The world is watching #PresLocke, and we’ll be sure to keep you up to date on this budding relationship! Ace and Dylan’s story continues in Book Two of the Bestselling PresLocke Series. © 2016 Ella Frank & Brooke Blaine * * * * * * * * * "Separately, Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine are must-read authors. Together, they create pure magic!" ~Erika Wilde, New York Times Bestselling Author * * * * * * * * * Add to GoodreadsAbout the Authors:About Ella Frank: Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at www.ellafrank.com and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ella.frank.author Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. 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Brooke is a USA Today Bestselling Author and enjoys writing sassy contemporary romance, whether in the form of comedy, suspense, or erotica. The latter has scarred her conservative Southern family for life, bless their hearts. If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find - just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for years. 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From the Mediterranean to the Caribbean, the game continues… Zelda Wilder is on the run, this time from the ruthless assassins who’ve decided she knows too much to live. “Playboy Prince” MacCallum Lockwood Tate isn’t about to let the beautiful player who stole his heart get away—if only he could decide whether he wants to save her or strangle her for her dangerous choices. After tracking her down to a casino in St. Croix, Cal follows Zee back to Tortola where he intends to keep her safe. One problem: Zelda’s criminal liaisons are two steps ahead of her. Lives are threatened, and all of the players’ skills are tested in this plot to capture a killer and save a princess. Cinderella meets Ocean's Eleven in this CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE DUET featuring secrets, lies, royal high jinks, scams and double-crosses; breathless, swooning lust, cocky princes, dominant alpha future-kings, and crafty courtiers, who are not always what they seem. Preorder A PRINCESS FOR A PLAYER now: Amazon | iBooks | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | ARe ADD it on Goodreads: http://smarturl.it/PLPgr LISTEN to the playlist on Spotify: https://goo.gl/lfRGpH SEE the inspiration board on Pinterest: https://goo.gl/Fyvl58 Chapter 1: Old Habits~ Zelda Wilder ~ My heart is beating too fast. Glancing down, I see my hands tremble, and I take a few measured breaths to try and make them stop. I’ve never been this anxious on a job, but everything has changed in the last six weeks. Looking over my shoulder has become a nonstop addiction it seems. For the first time, I’m alone with Seth, just the two of us. Unknown hit men took out our longtime partner Helen, and we don’t even know how long ago it was. The radio report simply said her body was found in a bathtub in a cheap hotel in Miami. A plastic bag was over her head. Clutching my black purse, again I look over my shoulder. Through the neon lights and arcade noises of the Divi casino in St. Croix, I see men in black blazers dotted among the gamblers. Men with curly earpieces in their ears, men with dark brows lowered over steely eyes, men sweeping the room for any signs of criminal activity. I do another quick sweep, and I realize I’m looking for Ava. Stop that, Zee. My little sister is far away from this life, and it’s because I chose to distance us. I decided her safety is more important than keeping our family together. The last time I saw her, she was wounded and pale, unconscious in a hospital bed. It tore at my heart to leave her, but at least I know she’s okay. Thanks to the Internet, I’ve been able to keep up with the “developing story” of the assassination attempt on the future king of Monagasco and the shooting of his fiancée, a.k.a., my sister. Rowan has taken Ava from the hospital to the palace, where she’s recuperating under the watchful eyes of his royal guards. With a steady exhale, I release the nerves, reminding myself it’s for the best. She’s with the man who loves her, who promised to take care of her. If a crown prince can’t do that, I don’t stand a chance. Still… it isn’t me. I’m not watching out for her. As the oldest, I’ve always had that job. I’ve taken care of us since our parents died, leaving us at the mercy of the foster system. I’ve protected her ever since that last asshole thought he’d try relieving his sexual frustrations on a little girl entrusted to his “care.” It was me who’d bashed him over the head with the lamp, grabbed her hand, and run us out of there. We’d hidden all night in the pouring rain in a concrete culvert, and I came up with a plan to keep us out of that life for good. Passing the baton to someone else—even a future king—hits me harder than I thought it would. My throat aches at her absence, my chest heavy. Stay safe, Ava-bug. Tonight is the first time I’ve ever entered a place like this without her. Ava is the only person I can count on in any situation. Every security guard in this room reminds me of how we’ve always been a team. If anything goes wrong, I grab her hand and we run, just like always. We stay alive. Only, I made the deal that changed everything. I shook hands with the devil. I could argue I didn’t have a choice. We were facing jail time, felony convictions in Florida for grand theft, and while I’d be willing to take my chances in jail, there’s no way in hell I’m letting Ava go to prison. So yeah. Agreeing to work with Reginald Winchester might make me a “bad guy,” but I’d do it again in heartbeat. A heartbeat… Squaring my shoulders, I slide a lock of jet-brown hair behind my ear and force confidence into my stride. I make my way through the glittering, noisy casino to my target—a shiny brass roulette wheel—and prepare to start the show. The last time we worked this con in Miami, Helen had been waiting at the table when I got there. I can still hear her gravelly voice and see her “May Contain Alcohol” sweatshirt. Sadness followed closely by fear ricochets through my insides. Whoever killed her is looking for me. We were on our way to Tortola to hide when Seth said we should stop in here and bank extra cash. As Americans, we don’t need passports in St. Croix, and we can catch a cheap ferry and slip away in the night to our ultimate destination. Keeping off the radar is the goal—as always. We’ll pocket a few thousand and disappear unnoticed. At least that’s the plan. “No more bets!” The dealer passes his hand over the wheel just as I arrive, and I quickly assess the table rules. Minimum ten dollar bet. Decent. Opening my clutch, I remove two hundreds and pass them to the dealer. He quickly exchanges them for twenty pale blue chips. I’ll join the fray next spin. Tonight the transmitter is hidden in my shoe as opposed to my cuff bracelet. I’m wearing a strappy black dress that stops mid-thigh, and my black heels show off my legs while hiding the device facilitating our winning streak. I have to sit with my legs crossed and point my toe to activate it. One dainty point, one shiny silver ball drops right in the tray, predictable at ninety percent accuracy. So far the odds have been in our favor. We’ll play until Seth gives me the signal they’re onto us. Then I’ll calmly cash out, walk away, and meet him at the pier on Grapetree Point. From there we’ll make the forty-mile cruise to Tortola. An elegantly dressed woman shakes her head and gives me a bitter smile as I sit. “Don’t stay longer than three spins,” she grumbles. I smile in response. “That’s the rule, isn’t it?” “That’s the rule.” Her expression tells me she lost a lot tonight. As a student of casinos, I know how steeply the odds in roulette are stacked in favor of the House—they’re the worst of any game. The longer you sit, the greater your chances of losing, times a million. If I were giving advice to a rookie, I’d say stick to blackjack. At least there you can use strategy and possibly win a little. Walking away is something I learned early on. You can never be afraid to walk away—even when you’re certain you’re lucky. Luck is the biggest liar of all. I place half my chips on the black rectangle and watch as the wheel begins to spin. The dealer snakes his hand to the side and releases the ball. It flies around the shining wood with a sharp rasp. I need to lose this round. The job doesn’t start until Seth arrives, and I can’t win for longer than a few spins or it’ll look suspicious. Another glance over my shoulder. He’s still not here. Casting my eyes down, I watch the wheel spinning, black-red, black-red, black-red, flashing brass. “Have you been here long?” A man in an elegant suit steps into the space beside me and fishes out his wallet as we wait for the ball to drop. “I just sat down,” I say without making eye contact. I’m not here to make friends. He passes a crisp one hundred dollar bill to the dealer. “Then we have no way of knowing if it’s a good table.” “Sorry,” I shake my head. “I play red or black.” “Not much of a gambler?” A glance, and I see he’s tall and thick with dark brown hair and a cocky expression like he already knows the answer to his question. “No,” I say in a discouraging tone. No, thank you. Even if I hadn’t left my heart in Monagasco, I never let romance interfere with a job. Well, almost never. “Logan Thomas.” Mr. Persistent sticks a hand at me. He waits, and I hesitate. Two first names. “Regina Lampert,” I lie only barely touching his fingers. “Regina,” he gives me a nod, but that twinkle of knowledge is in his eyes. A knot forms in my throat. I don’t like this. The ball drops on black seventeen, and a lady at the other end of the table emits a little cheer. “You won,” Logan’s voice ripples toward me. The dealer adds more chips to my pile, and I’m ready to hop up and intercept Seth. A swirl of warmth at my side tells me I’m too late.Want to win?Tia Louise is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card. Just fill out the rafflecopter below! a Rafflecopter giveaway ★★★ Missed Book #1? ★★★ Pick up THE PRINCE & THE PLAYER for FREE in Kindle Unlimited (ends 8/28)!!! “Tons of laughs, sex, and suspense...THE PRINCE & THE PLAYER had me on the edge of my seat, biting my nails, and blushing like crazy!” – Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads Let the games begin... Runaway Zelda Wilder will do whatever it takes to secure a better life for her and her sister Ava. Crown Prince Rowan Westringham Tate will do whatever it takes to preserve his small country. When Zee is blackmailed into helping a vengeful statesman take down Rowan, she never expects she'll be pulled into a web of lies and international intrigue--much less that she'll find herself falling for Cal, Rowan's "playboy" younger brother. Ava's no help, as she finds quiet walks in the moonlight discussing poetry and leadership with the brooding future king irresistible. Even more irresistible is kissing his luscious lips. They're in over their heads, and the more time passes, the more danger the sisters are in. Shots are fired, and it's soon clear even a prince might not be able to rescue these players.★ GET The Prince & The Player FREE in Kindle Unlimited (ends 8/28)! ★ Print Copies: Amazon | Createspace Audiobooks: Amazon | Audible | iTunes About Tia LouiseThe “Queen of Hot Romance,” Tia Louise is the Award-Winning, International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series. From “Readers’ Choice” nominations, to USA Today “Happily Ever After” nods, to winning the 2015 “Favorite Erotica Author” and the 2014 “Lady Boner Award” (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories. A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations...Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Newsletter | Pinterest | Amazon Author Page
Coming August 16th Pre-Order now Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA Amazon AU Nook Kobo iBooks Although More Than Miles can be read as a stand-alone, the first book in the series, Slow Burn, is currently free and the second book, Corrupting Cinderella, is on sale for .99cents. SLOW BURN (Lost Kings MC #1) CORRUPTING CINDERELLA (Lost Kings MC #2)
Blake “Murphy” O'Callaghan, Road Captain of the Lost Kings MC, has the world by the balls. Everything he wants…except the one girl who’s off limits. The only girl he’s ever loved. His best friend’s little sister, Heidi. Now that she’s eighteen, it’s time to claim her as his. Problem is, she’s in love with her high-school boyfriend, Axel, a prospect for the Lost Kings MC. Can Murphy convince Heidi that all the hard roads they’ve traveled lead to their happy ending, or is he destined to ride the open road alone?
Been waiting for this day for what feels like forever. My hand’s in the air, ready to knock when the door swings open. Heidi’s mouth drops in a surprised gasp. “What are you doing here? Axel was supposed to pick me up.” “They needed him at the clubhouse. Besides, it’s your birthday, gonna take you for a ride.” Her lips twitch into a smile. “Okay.” She takes a step back to let me muscle my way inside. My arm brushes against her as I pass, and her sweet scent snaps something inside me. My foot lashes out behind me, kicking the door shut. “Happy eighteenth birthday, baby girl.” She takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest. “Thanks.” Every step I take closer to her, she takes one away. Finally her back’s to the wall and she’s got nowhere else to go. She turns and I slap my hand against the wall to stop her. “Heidi, look at me.” Her big brown eyes blink up at me. Words can’t express what’s inside my head or heart. Instead, I lower my mouth to hers. Capture her lips in a soft kiss. As soft as I’m capable of. I pull back just to breathe her in. My hands slide into her hair, holding her still so I can taste every inch of her sweet mouth. I’m a bastard, because this isn’t the first time I’ve kissed Heidi. We kissed two Christmases ago under the frigid night sky and last year on her birthday. But it was nothing like this. I don’t have to hold back now. She’s mine and I’m ready to finally be hers. Her hands settle on my shoulders. Not pushing me away. But not urging me closer, either. I pull back. “What are you doing, Blake?” she whispers. “Claiming my girl.” Her gaze skips away. “I’m not yours.” My arms wrap around her waist, tugging her against me. “Yeah, you are. You’ve been waiting for this day as much as I have.” One corner of her mouth twists down. It’s an irresistible gesture she’s done since she was a kid. I’ve always found it cute. Now? It’s fucking hot. My lips seal over hers again. This time, she opens for me, slides her hands over my chest, twists her fingers in my flannel shirt, and pulls me closer. My hands slide from her waist to her ass, pulling her against me. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding on to me as I lift her off her feet and carry her to her bedroom. I kick that door shut, too. I’ve got fucking hornets buzzing in my stomach. I’ve thought about this for longer than is wise to admit. Yet I’m nervous. We break our kiss. “Marcel?” she asks. “Your brother ain’t comin’ home any time soon.” Now isn’t the time to talk about my best friend. We’ll deal with him later. Reaching out, I rub my knuckles over her cheek, then cup her jaw and pull her to me for another kiss. I’ve never loved kissing anyone the way I love kissing Heidi. Even if that’s all she lets me do today, I’ll be a satisfied man.
Autumn prefers to write her romances on the classy side of dirty, and she's a sucker for a filthy-talking, demanding alpha male hero. The bigger the better. She believes true love stories never end. Some of Autumn's favorite hobbies include reading, writing, acting, music and horror movies. When she's home, her faithful Pug is always by her side. She's an active member of her local chapter of Romance Writers of America. Autumn was born and raised in upstate New York. She still enjoys all four seasons there with her very own alpha hero and their three rescue dogs. You can find Autumn on Facebook and she always loves to hear from readers at:
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The newest Rock Star Romance by Ella Fox Releases on August 16th! Add Series to your TBR at: http://bit.ly/2b4iRsD A rock star with millions of adoring fans. A country girl with a broken heart. Rock star, Tyson Allen, is the hilarious, in-your-face bass player for one of the world's most popular bands. Behind his funny-guy exterior hides a tragic past full of unbearable horror. After turning to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain, Tyson hit rock bottom on a New York City sidewalk. For several minutes, Tyson Allen was gone--dead. And now, he's trying to rebuild a life he nearly lost. He found a way to move forward and live life—a way he was comfortable with. All was going according to plan until he met the new assistant for his band. In an instant, everything changes. Daisy Hammond has a slew of her own tragedies. And the last thing she needs is a crush on one of America's rock legends. But unlike Tyson, her kind and generous heart refuses to push people away. Working with the band isn't easy as Tyson doesn't want anything to do with her. Despite his standoffish and rude demeanor, Daisy can't deny the pull she has for him. Determined to stay away from the bass player with an attitude, she goes about her business without getting in his way. But one night, their desire for one another erupts. Now it's up to Daisy to pull Ty out of his shell before the tour ends and they go their separate ways. Will she find a way to break down Ty's walls before it's too late? About the Author: Ella Fox writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance! She is the author of The Hart Family Series, The Renegade Saints Series and The Catch Series.
When she’s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures… not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies. Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest Website | Goodreads | Newsletter Because first love deserves a second chance Standalone Contemporary Romance From the New York Times Bestselling Author of The Resistance comes TWO sexy and funny standalones. Dirty Talk will release on September 1st. Add Dirty Talk to your TBR here: http://bit.ly/2aJPUjk Sweet Talk aka Models On Top- Danny is NOW AVAILABLE & FREE on Kindle Unlimited! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2aIyNvh Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2b0IBll Blurb One month. One movie. One shot at a second chance. I fell madly in love at first sight with Jane Lewis. The girl with bright blue eyes, a pretty smile, and great ass owned my heart. I thought she was happy with the status quo, but ten years later, I foolishly let her go. Despite dating other women, no one compares to my first love. We are meant to be together, and I’m going to try my damnedest to convince her of that. Luke Anders tricked me. The deal was sealed before I knew he was behind it. We agreed to be just friends. Simple. Easy. But it’s not just the weather that’s hot in Texas. I was a fool to think I could resist him. He knows how to work his charms and those kissable lips, that great jaw, and biceps. We are here to work, but he has become downright distracting. I’m strong. I can handle one month of his flirtatious sexual torture. But if I happen to fall in bed with that sexy bastard for a night, or three, does that make me weak? Asking for a friend, of course. I guess I’m about to find out when love gets messy, it’s not just the talk that’s dirty. Blurb Everything you've heard about modeling is true, and you haven't heard the half of it. It's glamorous. It's sexy. And yes, the line between work and reality often blurs. We're not just prototypes of perfection. Models have feelings and desires, too. We may be genetically gifted, but we're still human. I'm only human. Yes, an extraordinary specimen that earns more in a day than most make in a year, but this eight pack didn't create itself. I spend hours working on this body. The good looks just come natural. *Winks* Thanks, Mom and Dad. I'm Danny Weston, Supermodel. But one path was traded for another when I chose this career. Ten years later, I would trade my career to have it back. To have her back. Reese Carmichael is the one woman I would give it all up for, and the only one I can't have. Yet. Meet S.L. Scott New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, was always interested in the arts. She grew up painting, writing poetry and short stories, and willing her days away lost in a good book and the movies.
With a degree in Journalism, she continued her love of the written word by reading American authors like Salinger and Fitzgerald. She was intrigued by their flawed characters living in picture perfect worlds, but could still debate that the world those characters lived in were actually the flawed ones. This dynamic of leaving the reader invested in the words, inspired Scott to start writing with emotion while interjecting an underlying passion into her own stories. Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. She dreams of seeing one of her own books made into a movie one day as well as returning to Europe. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Instagram | Goodreads We are excited to bring to you the cover for SILVER the next standalone novel in the All That Glitters series from USA Today Bestselling Author K.A. Linde releasing on September 29.Stacia Palmer had one goal in life--to become an NFL quarterback’s wife. For the past three years, she’s seduced her way through the university’s football line-up. But when she finally has a quarterback fresh off the draft, Stacia experiences a shocking change of heart. One that sends her back to the place she never thought she'd return to. Vegas. Once there, she finds that no one believes her. Least of all Pace Larson, her sexy on-again off-again ex who has never quite gotten over her leaving him for someone else. Of course, he’s now the starting quarterback and determined to claim her as his prize. But can Stacia give him a second chance when he’s toyed with her emotions into the fourth quarter? Or will they run out of time?PRE-ORDER NOWiBooks | AMAZON
Diamonds Amazon / iBooks / Kobo / B&N ($0.99) GOLD EMERALDS PLATINUM K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of the Avoiding series and the All That Glitters series as well as seven additional novels. She get up as a military brat traveling the United States and even landing for a brief stint in Australia. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia and is the current head coach of the Duke University dance team. An avid traveler, reader, and bargain hunter, K.A. Linda currently lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, with her husband and two super adorable puppies.
Title: Black Lilith
Series: Black Lilith #1
Author: Hazel Jacobs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Jesh Designs
Release Date: August 15, 2016
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When Mikayla Strong graduated college, she expected to hit the ground running. Instead, she’s stuck getting coffee and spellchecking contracts for BassNote Productions. She won’t give up her dream of working in events management, but no matter how many hours she spends scrolling through job ads during her lunch breaks there just don’t seem to be any jobs anymore. A chance meeting with the drummer of Black Lilith, a hot new band getting ready for its first international tour, sends Mikayla careening out of her comfort zone and into a world of sex, drugs, and rock n roll. She goes from overqualified barista to overqualified PA overnight, and even though the band’s lead singer, Logan Todd, pushes all of her buttons, Mikayla thinks she might just be able to make this new job work for her. But Black Lilith isn’t as tightknit as they seem in interviews. As Mikayla gets to know the four band members better, a web of lies and heartbreak begins to show itself. Between fans with knives, fights in hotel corridors, and the band’s very strict ‘no dating PAs’ rule, Mikayla’s growing attraction to Logan Todd may be the least of her problems. At this rate, she’ll be lucky if she makes it to the end of the tour...
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Hazel Jacobs is a passionate fan of romance novels and a crazy fan of rock and roll. Never trained as a writer, she began creative writing as a hobby. That quickly evolved into a mission to pen a novel that brings a new generation of readers into the wild realm of loud music and total passion.
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NEIGHBOR DEAREST (A standalone) Release date: 8/15/2016 A Contemporary Romance Novel New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Penelope Ward NEIGHBOR DEAREST CHAPTER ONESUPERSONIC HEARING Copyright © 2016 by Penelope Ward My little sister is such a drama queen. Literally. Jade is an actress on Broadway. She clapped her hands together, applauding the students who’d just bravely put themselves out there to try out for Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. “You all did such a great job today! Tomorrow we cast the roles and start our first rehearsal. This is gonna be epic!” Jade had come out to the Bay Area to visit our family for the week and offered to volunteer at the youth center where I worked. Since there wasn’t enough time to produce an entire play, Jade decided to direct the kids in one key scene from the musical that would be performed later in the week. I loved my job as director of the arts at the Mission Youth Center. It was just about the only thing going right in my life. The only downside was the fact that these walls were haunted by memories of my ex, Elec, who used to be a youth counselor here. That was how we met. He’d loved his job, too, until he quit so that he could move to New York after we broke up. He moved to be with her. I shook my head to shoo away thoughts of him and Greta. Jade grabbed her purse. “I need to go back to your place to use the bathroom and have a quick bite.” I’d just moved into a new apartment that was only a few blocks away from my job. The lease had finally run out on the place I’d been renting with Elec across town. Even though my ex sent me his half of the rent for the remainder of our lease after he’d moved out, I couldn’t wait to vacate that place; every corner of it reminded me of him and of the miserable months that followed our break up. My place was right in the south central section of the Mission District. I loved the culture in my new neighborhood. Produce bins and a variety of cafes lined the streets. It was also a mecca for Latin culture, which was great, except for the fact that it reminded me of Elec, who was half Ecuadorian. Little reminders of the guy who broke my heart were everywhere. Jade and I strolled down the sidewalk, stopping at a fruit stand so that she could buy some papayas for an afternoon smoothie she planned to make back at my apartment. We also ended up getting two coffees to go. I bent back the opening on my coffee lid as we walked. “So, little sis, I never thought we would be in the same predicament at the same time.” Jade had recently been dumped by her musician boyfriend. “Yes. But the difference is, I feel like I have way more distractions in my life than you do. It’s not that I don’t think about Justin. It’s not that I don’t get sad, but my performances keep me so busy that it’s almost like I don’t have time to wallow in it, you know?” “I told you I’ve been doing these phone therapy sessions, right?” Jade took a sip then shook her head. “No.” “Yeah. I found this psychologist who specializes in trauma from failed relationships, but she’s in Canada. Anyway, we do phone sessions one night a week.” “Is it helping?” “It always helps to talk things out.” “Yeah. But no offense, you don’t seem any better for it. Anyway, you can talk things out with Claire or me. You don’t need to pay big bucks to talk to a stranger.” “Nighttime is really my only time to talk to anyone. You’re performing at night, and Claire is too wrapped up in being a blissful newlywed. Besides, she’s never had her heart broken. She listens, but she doesn’t get it.” Our older sister, Claire, married her high school sweetheart. Even though the three of us were close growing up in nearby Sausalito, I’d always felt more comfortable opening up to Jade. When we arrived at my building, my sister stopped to sit on one of the benches in the corner of the fenced-in courtyard. “Let’s sit for a bit, finish our coffees.” Her gaze wandered across the grass to my shirtless neighbor. “Okay…who’s the hottie in the beanie defacing the property?” “What is it with you and beanies?” “Justin used to wear one. That’s why I love them. Isn’t that sad?” “That is sad.” “This from the girl who still sleeps in her ex’s shirt.” “It’s comfortable. It has nothing to do with Elec,” I lied. It was the one thing I allowed myself from him. It made me sad, but I wore it anyway. “So…who is that guy?” I didn’t know my neighbor’s name, but I’d see him once in a while doing spray paint art along the wrap-around concrete wall that surrounded the property. It served as a vast canvas. His spray painting was true art, definitely not what would be considered simple graffiti. It was an elaborate mix of celestial and geographical images. This guy just kept adding different artwork to the wall gradually. It was a work in progress. I could only assume he planned to paint the entire circumference of the property, as much as the wall space would allow. “He lives in the building, next door to me, actually.” “What is he doing? They allow him to do that here?” “I don’t know. The first time I saw him out here, I thought he was vandalizing the property. But no one seems to care or stop him. Every day, he adds to the mural. It’s actually quite beautiful. But it doesn’t match his personality.” Jade blew on her coffee. “What do you mean?” “He’s not very nice.” “You’ve talked to him?” “No. He’s just not friendly. I’ve tried to make eye contact, but he walks right by me. He has these two big dogs, and they’re pretty mean. They bark all of the time. He walks them every morning.” “Maybe he’s like a savant. You know, really good with art. Or maybe he’s a genius but with limited social skills. What do they call that…Asperger’s?” “No. He communicates just fine. I’ve seen him yelling at a few people. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have that. This guy is just not friendly. He doesn’t have Asperger’s. He’s just an ass.” Jade chuckled. “I think you should totally stop by his place with some warm muffins wrapped up in a basket. It’s the neighborly thing to do. Maybe he’ll loosen up…or loosen you up.” “Muffins, huh? What’s that code for?” “Muff…muffins. Same thing. If I lived here, I’d be all over that. But I don’t live here. You do. And you totally need a distraction. I say…he’s it.” I admired the guy’s broad shoulders and tanned muscular back as his arm moved the spray can up and down. “God, doesn’t he remind you of Elec, though? Arm tattoo…dark hair. Artistic. Basically, that’s the last type of guy I’m going for at this point.” “So, if someone looks like or seems similar to Elec, then they’re automatically disqualified? They’re destined to do the same thing Elec did? Is that how you think? That’s just stupid rationale.” “Maybe that’s fucked-up. But the last thing I want is to be with someone who reminds me of him in the least.” “Well, that’s a shame, because Elec was freaking hot, and this guy…is even hotter.” “Can you remind me why we’re discussing this? The dude doesn’t even say hello to me. He’s not signing up to be on this delusional version of The Bachelorette. He’s not interested.” Neighbor Dearest suddenly wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off the mask covering his nose and mouth, and dumped the spray cans into a black drawstring sack. He slung it over his shoulder and just when I thought he was going to walk away and out of the courtyard, he began to walk in our direction. Jade straightened in her seat, and I hated that my pulse raced a bit. His eyes were focused on me. I wouldn’t call it an angry stare, but he wasn’t smiling. The sunlight beamed directly into his blue eyes, which glowed and really stood out against his tan skin. Jade was right; this guy was truly gorgeous. “Blueberry are my favorite,” he said. “What?” “Muffins.” “Oh.” Jade snorted but stayed silent, letting me take the brunt of this humiliation. “And I’m not anti-social or a savant. I’m just a good old-fashioned prick…with supersonic hearing.” He smirked and walked away before I could say anything. When he was safely out of earshot—for real this time—Jade sighed. “Angry guys are the best in bed.” “You just can’t stop yourself, can you? Haven’t you done enough damage? I’ve always told you that you’re loud when you think you’re whispering. Now there’s proof…at my expense.” “You’ll be thanking me later when you’re screaming out in orgasm as the angry artist is Van Goh-ing down on you.” “You’re crazy.” “That’s why you love me.” “It is.” ★★★★ We hope you enjoyed this extended preview! Available for Pre-order on iBooks, Nook and Kobo now! iBooks ➜ http://apple.co/29iqvtJ Nook ➜ http://bit.ly/2akQ2aq Kobo ➜ http://bit.ly/2axt1SY ***Available for purchase on Amazon on release day. Receive an alert when it’s live on Amazon ➜ http://bit.ly/2apKX0x Add to your TBR on Goodreads ➜ http://bit.ly/29R29a2 Sign up for Penelope’s mailing list now and be the first one notified of releases! http://eepurl.com/MnXoH Join Penelope’s Peeps for early news of books, fun chats and giveaways! https://www.facebook.com/groups/PenelopesPeeps/ Blurb A STANDALONE NOVEL that does NOT need to be read in conjunction with any other book. From New York Times bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a friends-to-lovers story with sexy new characters. After getting dumped, the last thing I needed was to move next door to someone who reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Elec. Damien was a hotter version of my ex. The neighbor I’d dubbed “Angry Artist” also had two massive dogs that kept me up with their barking. He wanted nothing to do with me. Or so I thought until one night I heard laughter coming through an apparent hole in my bedroom wall. Damien had been listening to all of my phone sessions with my therapist. The sexy artist next door now knew all of my deepest secrets and insecurities. We got to talking. He set me straight with tips to get over my breakup. He became a good friend, but Damien made it clear that he couldn’t be anything more. Problem was, I was falling hard for him anyway. And as much as he pushed me away, I knew he felt the same…because his heartbeat didn’t lie. I thought my heart had been broken by Elec, but it was alive and beating harder than ever for Damien. I just hoped he wouldn’t shatter it for good. Author's note – Neighbor Dearest is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. About the Author: Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island. Connect with Penelope Ward: Stalk Her: Facebook | Website | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | Private Fan Group Additional Books by Penelope Ward
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