by Janine Infante Bosco Nomad #3 Publication Date: June 13, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Can be read as a standalone
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Deuce: The first moment I stared into Ally’s tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew I’d never escape her. She called to the darkest part of my soul and made it impossible to ignore the strange pull I felt towards her. Some things are just meant to be. As long as we were both breathing, my heart would do time with hers. Like the famous outlaw lovers, Bonnie and Clyde, Ally and I committed the perfect crime. I claimed her heart, and she stole mine. I only meant to save her. To heal her. Now, my past threatens to ruin her. Wanted dead or alive, I’ve got her by my side and together we’ll ride.
Ally: I thought the world forgot me. That I had died at fourteen. But, I never knew life until I knew him. Rescued and healed, I found love in the face of an outlaw. Whether he fails or flies, I’ll ride until I die. I’m his Bonnie and he’s my Clyde. A love as strong as ours will never die.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. This book deals with sensitive subjects, such as kidnapping and human trafficking. Please be aware of these triggers and keep them in mind while reading. Through the sensitive subjects, the storm passes and the sky clears….there is a happily ever after waiting on the other side. ***
EXCERPT - "THE FIRST KISS"Admitting I haven’t tried Sushi makes me realize there are plenty of things I missed out on experiencing. That’s not saying I would have necessarily wanted to try different things or even liked them once I had, but I never got the chance to make those choices or decisions. Aside from different foods, I missed out on a bunch of firsts too. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as he stares at me. “If you don’t want Sushi we get something else…” I shake my head. “It’s not that.” “Then what is it?” “I just realized I’m twenty-six years old and not only are there so many things I probably haven’t tried but there are things I never got the chance to experience. Things I pushed out of my head because I told myself there was no point in dwelling on it. Now that I’m free, it feels wrong, if that makes any sense. I mean I know I lost twelve years and everyone keeps saying I’ve got a second chance to make a life for myself, but all those things I missed…I can’t get that back. I can’t replace all the miserable moments with what should’ve been. I guess what I’m trying to say is…I can’t trade my painful firsts for the firsts I dreamed I’d have.” “Says who?” My brows knit in confusion and I blink as he turns fully, propping his leg on my bed. “Name one first you wish you could change.” “Why? You can’t change them.” “Maybe not all of them,” he says with a shrug. “But if we can manage to change a few that should count for something.” Biting down on my lip, I think about his suggestion. “My first kiss is something I wish I could change,” I say honestly, lifting my head to meet his expressionless face. “Papa,” I mutter, cringing as I say the name. “That’s what he made me call him,” I explain, watching Deuce’s jaw go rigid. “Rush?” I shake my head. “Yankovich,” he growls. For as long as he kept me, I never knew his real name. Hearing it now sends chills down my spine as I recall the first time I was kissed and how Yankovich’s lips felt against mine. “It was rough and not in a good way,” I confess. “It wasn’t done in a way to make me feel desired but in a way where I was scared of what would happen if I didn’t oblige. So, I kissed him back and hated myself afterward.” Muttering a curse, Deuce runs his fingers roughly through his hair before turning back to me. “Close your eyes,” he directs. “What for?” “I won’t hurt you,” he promises, evading my question. A foreign feeling erupts inside of me, one I can’t quite place and I find myself closing my eyes, not because he ordered me to but because I trust he won’t hurt me. Seconds tick by before I hear Deuce’s exasperated breath. Then I feel the mattress dip and as I continue to keep my eyes closed I subconsciously lean forward. His hands lift to my cheeks and the next breath he releases brushes gently over my lips. Then it happens. Deuce lays his mouth over mine. For a moment neither of us move as our lips stay locked on one another. Slowly, he then moves his mouth, taking my lower lip between his and giving it a gentle tug. Sucking softly, he parts my lips and a small gasp spills from my mouth into his. My heart pounds against my chest as he applies more pressure, making our kiss rougher in all the right ways. I’m not scared or trying to drift away. I’m right there with him, flying high on sensation and adrenaline. His tongue touches my lips, prying them open. Following his lead, I part my lips. He pushes his tongue into my waiting mouth and glides it over mine, tasting me—teaching me that some firsts can be rewritten. Pulling back slightly he pecks my lips once more and I open my eyes. Keeping his eyes fixed to mine, he licks his lips and drops his hands from my face. “There you go,” he rasps, as if what just happened didn’t shake the ground beneath us. Unsure what to say, I lift my fingers to my lips and watch as he leans his elbows on his knees. Silently, he stares into space before he slowly turns to me. His eyes immediately dart toward my mouth but quickly lift to my eyes and I wonder if he liked it as much as I did. “You still got those matches I gave you?” he asks suddenly. Biting my lip, I stare at him for a moment then lift my hips and reach into my pocket. Pulling out the book of matches my cheeks flush and I turn my palm over to display them. His lips quirk slightly as he slaps his hands against his thighs and rises to his feet. “Let’s go,” he says, reaching for the hoodie I draped across the back of a chair. “Is this all you took from Reina?” he asks, tossing it onto the bed and crossing his arms as he leans against the wall. I didn’t know I wasn’t going back there,” I reply, taking the hoodie from the bed. “Wait, where are we going?” “To get food.” “Raw food?” I question, slipping my arms through the hoodie before getting up from the bed. “No way.” “Won’t know if you like it unless you try it,” he retorts, raising an eyebrow “Gotta strike the match, girl,” he adds, tipping his chin toward the book of matches I’m still holding. “Are you daring me?” “Maybe,” he says with a shrug. “You accepting?” Licking my lips, I shove the matches back into my pocket and take a deep breath. If trying Sushi is anything like my new first kiss, then joining the land of the living might not be so bad. It might be scary but it’s a leap I’ve got to take. “Under one condition,” I say, stepping closer to him. Continuing to lean against the wall, he raises an eyebrow as amusement flickers in his eye. “You have to get me ice cream too.” “You like ice cream?” “We’re going to find out,” I tell him as I brush past him and walk into his room. Grabbing the keys off the table, he follows me toward the door and reaches around me to open it. “With manners like that it’s a wonder your room is a mess,” I tease as I walk outside. “My room isn’t a mess…it’s lived in,” he argues, slamming the door shut behind him. “I don’t have to wonder if you wear boxers or briefs,” I call over my shoulder as we head toward Wolf’s truck. “However, I’m not going to lie, I’m a little disappointed.” “Yeah, why’s that?” Pulling open the door, I climb inside and turn to him. “I took you for a commando type of guy,” I tell him before shutting the door. Standing in front of the car, he braces one hand on the hood and peers at me through the windshield with a dumbfound expression on his face. Something amazing happens then. Something genuine and natural. Something so unfamiliar to me but common to others. I smile. Then he smiles too and I decide Deuce has a great smile, one that if you stare at it long enough it can become an addiction. Isn’t that funny? I never knew a person could crave something so simple like someone else’s smile. I wonder if too much of someone’s smile can be bad for another person. I’d like to think not but what do I know—I’m the girl who never thought she’d smile again. “Looks good on you,” he comments as he slides into the truck. “What does?” “A smile.” “Yours isn’t so bad either,” I point out, realizing I’m still smiling. His lips quirk again as he pulls out of the lot and I find myself staring at him while he drives. The first time I saw Deuce, I didn’t think much about him. I don’t know if it was the drugs or something else, but at the time he was just another person. When you’ve spent most of your life surrounded by animals, you don’t take notice of people. They all look the same. They all act the same. You’ll expect them to hurt you and take from you. You give up hope that there are still people worth knowing. You give up on the good folks and lump everyone into one category. In the days since I was rescued I’ve been noticing things. I’ve been noticing people, and right now I’m noticing Deuce. I’m noticing there is a twang hidden underneath that raspy voice and every now and then it becomes more prominent. “Where are you from?” He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “Caught that, huh?” “Were you trying to hide it because you’re not very good at it,” I reply. “Texas.” Not expecting that response, my eyes widen at the admission but I quickly recover. “Is it true everything is bigger in Texas?” Another quirk of the lips. Yeah, I was addicted. “I’m not touching that one,” he quips. Realizing the innuendo, I slap his arm and attempt to call him a jerk but I get distracted by the size of it. Things are huge in Texas.
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Roamer by Janine Infante Bosco
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This series keeps getting more amazing with each book. I knew Roamer was going to gut me and boy did it ever. This is the story of Deuce and Ally and how they saved not only themselves but each other.
Deuce was born in the MC lifestyle. Death and betrayal has him doing something he normally wouldn't do. Running was his only option and he made a life of doing it. Until one crazy biker helped him and forced him to settle down.
Ally was kidnapped at fourteen. Being forced to live a life of horrific acts, drugs was her only way through. She experiences some terrible things that will have your heart breaking for her. She is a wonderful character who you will immediately love.
These two wonderful broken characters brought so many emotions out for me. I absolutely loved this book and the writing was phenomenal. Not only did I love this book I will definitely re-read it. I loved it that much.
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Title: My Kinda Night (Summer Sisters, Book 2)
Author: Lacey Black
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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About My Kinda Night:Payton Summer doesn’t have time for love. Between running her own business in her hometown of Jupiter Bay and her monthly night out with her sisters, Payton has no room for men, dating, or the drama that it entails. Her life is fine just the way it is. Yet, her attraction to the one man she shouldn’t want can’t be ignored. Dean McIntire has one rule: don’t date clients. It’s a lesson he learned the hard way, and sees the consequence every day when he looks at his five-year-old daughter. It’s not a rule he’d break again. Until he meets the gorgeous Payton Summer, and suddenly, Dean finds himself ready to throw the rule book right out the window. What happens when the sparks of lust can’t be denied? One night turns in to two, and two turns in to more. Payton and Dean find themselves unable to stay away, but can they survive when their secrets are exposed? *Though part of a series, this book can be read as a standalone. It is intended for those 18 and over due to graphic language, descriptive sex, and the world’s most inappropriate grandparents.
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Exclusive Excerpt:It’s a Summer sister tradition that on the first Saturday of each month, the six of us get together. We take turns picking the location or activity, anything from margaritas and a movie to wine and painting classes at the small gallery uptown. One thing, though, is as certain as the sun rising over the Chesapeake Bay every morning; there will be alcohol involved. Always. Tonight, it’s another stupid painting class. Create and Paint, that’s what this class is called. I prefer to call it “Painting sucks, let’s get drunk!” while I chug my fruity Moscato because that’s the only wine worth drinking. Abby whips out red every once in a while and I swear to God Almighty that I’m going to shrivel up and die like those nasty, sour grapes used to create red wine. I’m the oldest of six Summer girls. Of course, I’m the boss, the leader, and the best at everything (except painting, obviously). As I approach my thirty-third birthday in a couple of weeks at the end of January, I also realize that spending time with my sisters as much as I do is going to become more of a challenge. Jaime is three years younger than me. She’s the sister who ran away to college and never came back. Well, at least until her fiancé left her the week before the wedding. She moved home, had to move in with our dad and grandparents, and worked for me at Blossoms and Blooms for a short period of time. Then she met Ryan. Watching those two discover their love for each other was like watching soft porn. Sparks and hormones flew like fireworks every time those two were within a fifty-foot radius of each other. AJ is the third sister at twenty-eight, or Alison Jane as her birth certificate states. Though, we’ve called her by her nickname for as long as I can remember. She’s the eighth grade math teacher at Jupiter Bay Junior High, home of the Hawks, where she’s taught ever since receiving her teaching degree. She has also enrolled in online classes for her Master’s degree. As of January twentieth, AJ will be a night student. After AJ comes Meghan. She’s twenty-six and a hygienist at the local dental office. How someone can work inside another’s mouth all day and not get grossed out is beyond me. But she does it. Daily. Meg is also engaged to Josh, a man who treats her like the princess she is. Meg and Josh became engaged in December during a romantic trip to New York City for their anniversary. He went all out: Empire State Building, fancy dinner, down on one knee. It was perfect, just like they are. Rounding out the Summer sisters are the twins, Lexi and Abby. Lexi, short for Alexis, gives me a run for my money in the boss department and is a hairdresser uptown. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, Chris, who rarely attends any of our family functions. He’s busy trying to take over the financial world, and believes that the only way to achieve that is to work nonstop. I don’t think it’s all roses and fairytales at the Jacobson house. Abby, or Abigail, was born mere minutes before Lexi, but is as different as can be. She’s reserved, quiet, and shy in ways that the rest of us aren’t. Abby is an English Literature major and works as an editor for a major publishing house out of California. She’s on her computer all day, and rarely ventures out of her little apartment. It’s my goal in this new year to get her out and into the dating world, especially in light of the fact that her love for her best friend is unrequited. Levi is a great friend, but doesn’t see the wonderful woman before him. He’s too busy sticking his penis inside of every woman in the state of Virginia. (I say that lovingly.) Let’s not forget our father, Brian, and our grandparents, Orval and Emma. Inappropriate doesn’t quite adequately describe the older couple who helped raise all six of us after our mom died. I was seventeen when she succumbed to ovarian cancer, leaving my father behind to get six girls through the teenage years. Enter the grandparents. I’ve got stories for miles, but we’ll get to those later. Born and raised in Jupiter Bay, a small town of about eight thousand along the Chesapeake Bay, I’ve become accustomed to the small town lifestyle. I own the local flower shop, where I devote every ounce of my soul to making it a success. I’m not gonna lie, I had my doubts there at the beginning. I didn’t know anything about running a business, but was determined to make it work. It’s a lot of work, especially with a small staff of one other employee to keep overhead down, but I’m successful. And proud of it! And that brings us to tonight. It’s the first Saturday of the New Year and we’re busy celebrating with sandcastles and wine. Hops and Grapes, a local retailer for microbrews and wines made on the east coast, is the place for tonight’s Paint and Create class. Right now, my beach scene resembles something a kindergartener would draw with finger paints. “Mix together a little white with the brown until you get the light sandy color you’re looking for. Dab your brush in the water and then in the paint, and make long strokes across the canvas.” Giggles erupt beside me. “She said long strokes,” Lexi whispers not so quietly. “I get to make long strokes. Ryan is impressively large in the man-junk area,” Jaime says, gulping the last of her wine. “Yes, we know. You tell us every chance you get.” This from Abby. “Yeah, it’s starting to get annoying. If I had an impressive man-sword waiting for me at home every night, I’d never leave the house,” AJ adds. “Not worth it. I’ll take my rabbit over a man any day. That baby has seven speeds and a rotating head,” I grumble, making a mess out of my sandy beach. “Stop being so grumpy. Maybe if you actually had the real deal for a while, you wouldn’t be so damn cynical all the time,” Jaime says from across the table. She never takes her eyes off her canvas as she makes smooth, straight brushstrokes. My face burns and I pray the vultures I share genes with don’t notice. Of course I don’t get so lucky. I’ve always said if it weren’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all. Trying to concentrate on my masterpiece, I keep my eyes down and focused on the sandcastle in the corner of the scene. “I think there’s more to the story! Do you see her blushing?” Meghan’s laughter flits from the opposite end of the table. How in the hell she can see my face is beyond me. It’s probably that sister-radar all of us possess. It’s so damn annoying. “I am not.” It’s a weak defense, I know, but it’s all I’ve got. “Deny it all you want, big sister, but your face is definitely blushing,” Lexi adds. “Ladies, when you get your sandcastle the way you want it, we’ll add a few details and highlights before moving on to the water.” The woman instructing our class has worn a constant smile the entire hour we’ve been here, and frankly, I’m starting to think she hit the sauce way before our arrival tonight. “Why does my sand look like cellulite?” AJ asks. “I give up. I’m just drinking from here on out.” Jaime glances over at our sister’s painting. “My God, that’s horrible. Thank God you’re not the art teacher!” “Cheers,” AJ replies, raising her glass and tapping it against Jaime’s. “Any wedding plans yet, Meg?” Abby asks, wetting her brush before swiping it through the paint. Always the perfect student, that one. “Not yet. We’re thinking fall, though.” Meghan’s face lights up at the mere thought of her pending nuptials to Josh. “That’ll be the perfect time.” Abby’s able to keep her smile happy when she’s in discussion, but I’ve seen the desolation in it too. Even tonight, I see something in her eyes that makes me sad. I’m sure her best friend is the root of her anguish, but I won’t call her out on it tonight. That’s a conversation to have at another time (with less alcohol). By the time our three-hour torture session is up, each of us has painted waves rolling onto the beach, with a shovel, pail, and sandcastle. We pose as a group for pictures, each of us proudly displaying the fruits of our labor. My sisters each discuss where they’re going to hang their newest creation, while I contemplate which closet I’ll throw it in. “Yours is great,” Abby says with a big smile. “Helen Keller could have done a better job,” I retort with a snort of laughter. As we say good night and thank the instructor, we all walk out together into the crisp early-January night. Not surprisingly, Josh and Ryan are waiting. Jaime and Meg practically run towards their men, each one jumping into their arms as if it’s been days since they’ve seen each other instead of a few hours. Longing rips through my chest and settles into my stomach, heavy and unrelenting. I try to push those pesky feelings aside, but sometimes, it’s just no use. They plant in my chest and brain and dig in deep. “Good night,” Abby says, pulling me into a hug. “You going out tonight?” I ask, recalling her mention of Levi’s gig earlier in the evening. “No, I’m going to take my new painting home and hang it on the wall.” “Wow, don’t overdo it now on a Saturday night, Abs. Too much excitement will cause wrinkles.” “I just, I don’t really go to his gigs anymore.” “Why?” I ask, though already knowing the answer. She shrugs her shoulders and gives me a small smile. “Just not feeling up to it.” I let it go. I already know she doesn’t go anymore is because it’s too painful to watch him leave with some skanky bimbo with a dress size bigger than her IQ. Levi may very well never know what he’s missing with Abby, but the romantic in me is still hopeful of him getting his shit together and realizing he loves her. Hey, I may be cynical as hell in the love department, but I’m still a woman. And this woman wants only the best and a happily ever after for every one of her sisters. As for me? Well, I’ve decided that my happily ever after will be in the form of cats. I’ll be the little old lady wearing hair curlers and her bathrobe around town, picking up every stray feline she can find. And you know what? That’s okay. Not everyone is cut out for the spouse, house, and perfect postcard life. Despite what they tell you in the romance novels or in Disney movies, there isn’t someone out there for everyone. Sometimes, a person is just supposed to be alone. That’s my destiny.
About 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, shooting guns, and should only consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight. Lacey’s debut novel, Trust Me, was released in August 2014 and has been an Amazon Bestseller twice for Free e-books, as well as #1 for Contemporary Romance. All of the Rivers Edge books have been bestsellers in the Romance and Contemporary Romance categories.
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COVET by Dani René Forbidden Series Book 2
Will my truth destroy us forever?
I believed I was a monster. The things I’d been forced to do were what nightmares are made of. I wasn’t worthy of love or of having a forever. My mind had been set, my heart locked away.
Until the beautiful firebird flew into my life. I was meant to train her, not love her, but my heart didn’t agree. And as much as I pushed, she pulled.
Lives intertwined by chance. Hearts rebellious against rules.
Will my heart allow me to forgive?
I was owned by him the moment he looked at me. My strength, courage, and fire burned only for him. My Wolfe claimed me, as I claimed him.
My life was no longer my own, but no one could take my love. Or so I believed until the day he left. I fought. I survived. I changed.
Destiny had us in her sights. We were bound together by fate.
*This is a dark romance, suitable for mature audiences, 18+ ONLY. This is NOT a stand-alone. Book 0.5 of the Forbidden Series - From the Ashes - MUST BE read first in order to understand the storyline. Strong sexual themes and violence, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. Certain scenes are graphic and could be upsetting to some. This story is NOT for everyone. Proceed with caution. Discretion is advised.
— ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Dani René -- Dani is a fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. It's from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious. It's in this world she's found her calling, growing from strength to strength and hitting her stride.
On a daily basis she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers, to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she's promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.
She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream
"The best and only way to kick off summer, devouring The Last Guy and then doing it all over again because it's just that good."
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THE LAST GUY
By Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise
Publication Date: June 12th
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
The first rule of office romance is don’t do it—especially if your dream is to hold the anchor spot on the nightly news and your boss is trying to get you fired.
But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things.
Sex in his office…
Sex in the on-set kitchen…
Sex in the supply closet…
She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge… ego.
He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with.
Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives.
It’s just a hook-up, she says.
When can we do it again? he says.
With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her he’s the last guy she’ll ever want.
THE LAST GUY is the first white-hot CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC COMEDY from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise. It features Fireball-fueled hookups, Doritos Locos Tacos, attack monkeys, toddlers in tiaras, and one fabulous drag queen. Prepare for frantic clicking (or page flipping!) and smoking-hot sexytimes all the way to the out-of-this-world happily-ever-after.
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FATAL KNOCKOUT by Julie Bailes
Genre: MMA Romantic Suspense
Cover Photog: FuriousPhotog
It’s an action some encourage and others dissuade. Since the day I was born, fighting has been instilled into my mind. Regardless of your opinion, it’s something we all do. At some point in time, consciously or subconsciously—either emotionally, physically, or spiritually—we struggle. Many will strive to withstand their battles, but only those who were born to fight will overcome them.
A true fighter lacks weakness. They abstain from carelessness and refrain from trusting their opponents, but most importantly, they never accept defeat.
I am a true born fighter. Each second of every day, I fight. Rip the ones I love most away from me, I kill. If I’ve learned anything from this life, it’s to always expect the unexpected. As long as my heart continues to beat, and no matter the costs, I will be victorious.
SNEAK PEEK“Madisyn?” He draws in a sharp breath. “Blaze?” He closes his eyes and says, “I’m trying my best not to kiss you.” Without hesitation, I tell him, “Don’t.” His voice is moderately alarmed when he asks, “Don’t what?” I lift my glove-covered hand and place it atop of his. “Don’t try not to kiss me.” I should be ashamed of myself for making out with a guy I hardly know, but I’m not. I should tear my lips from his and stop this craziness here and now, but I won’t. The kiss is fierce, passionate, all-consuming, and it sends a fiery sensation coursing through my veins. Blaze’s kiss breathes life, and in this moment, lost in his kiss, I am alive. Copyright © 2015 & 2017 Julie Bailes
Title: DIRTY TALKER Series: Single Dads Club #2 Author: Piper Rayne Genre: Romantic Comedy 18+ Release Date: June 12, 2017
Party girls. Platinum blondes. Zero expectations.
I used to think that if you could combine all three into one female, you’d have the perfect woman. The other guys in the Single Dads Club razz me for wearing the crown of the forever bachelor. The one who’ll be in his seventies chasing down young hotties in his wheelchair.
Then why the hell does Ava Pearson—an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility—seem to be the only woman on my mind lately?
Especially when I’ve got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix—my son, my bar…well, that’s about it. But that’s enough for a guy like me.
It’s the cupcakes. It’s gotta be the cupcakes she bakes that keep me coming back for more. After all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right? Well, it’s apparently a direct target to his dick, too.
Did I forget to mention that she’s my buddy’s daughter…another member’s daughter?
Ava might say she can handle being friends-with-benefits, but I’m not sure she can. Unfortunately for her, I’m too selfish of a prick to care—until I do.
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Excerpt:I slide in and search for any sign of the spunky brunette who’s always on my case. She’s nowhere to be found, so I tiptoe further back, noticing to my dismay the cupcake case empty. A thud echoes throughout the quiet space. “Fuck!” There’s some more grumbling I can’t make out and then, “Where the hell is it? Stupid, Ava, so stupid. Why did you ever think you could do this?” I should let her know I’m here. “Hello? Yes. This is Ava Pearson from Mad Batter.” Another pause. “My power just went out. Yeah. I don’t know where a fuse box is.” The flashlight moves and shines right past me. You’re being a dick. Let her know you’re here and help her my inner self keeps repeating. I click the green button on my phone again. “Ugh. Hold on a second.” The lighted phone pulls away from her face, she presses ignore. “Ugh, asshole.” Then places it back to her cheek. “Sorry, where would I find the fuse box?” “My guess is back in the storage room,” I say. She jumps so far back, she trips over something and falls, her phone scattering along the floor. I bend down and pick it up. “Ma’am. Ma’am.” Frank’s never sounded so scared. “Hey, Frank. It’s Dane. No, I got it no need for the fire department to come down. Yeah, I saw from across the street. We’ll call back if we need you guys. Yeah, see you on Trivia night.” I click the red button and turn on the flashlight on her phone. She’s getting to her feet, brushing off her ass after tripping on a bag of flour. “Here.” I hold my hand out for her, but she refuses to take it. “I’m fine. Knocking would be the polite thing to do.” She blocks the light from the flashlight with her arm and I lower it a little. “Well, I’m an asshole so you shouldn’t expect much.” I shrug, taking her phone with me into the storage room. “You don’t have to help me. I’m sure the fire department would be willing.” She rambles as she follows me. “They should be available for actual fires.” “I imagine fires are like crimes in this town—almost nonexistent.” I turn around, flashing the light toward my face so she can see me. “You’d be wrong then. Forest fires.” I tap my head and all I hear is her huff. “You think you’re so smart.” She’s embarrassed, I get it, so I don’t rub in the fact I am fucking smart. “Would you rather me not know how to fix your breaker?” She hems and haws for a second. “I don’t understand. I was in the middle of making a huge batch of frosting and then total darkness.” “Was that your way of asking me for help?” I open up the box, purposely not touching any of the breakers. “I didn’t know I had to ask, since you took upon yourself to sneak into my shop, scare the crap out of me and then walk to the storage room.” “And I haven’t even told you to keep your doors locked when you’re closed yet. But usually, people say please and thank you when they need a favor.” I give her a wide, condescending smile just to piss her off a little more. “I’m not most people.” I nod. “Agreed, but I have to believe that Vic taught you manners.” “Seriously, you have my hands tied and you’re going to play this game?” I step closer to her, the firmness of her breasts now pushing against my chest. Damn, she feels good and I don’t even have a hand on her. “I can tie you up and play games if you like.” I raise a brow. “Ugh. No. I’m not interested in your games.” She says no with those plump lips of hers, but it doesn’t escape me that she’s still pressed up against me. “I thought we played pretty nice together. No?” All I’m able to hear in the darkness is her unsteady breathing—in and out as though it’s a struggle. “I really need to finish this cake so that I can maybe get three hours sleep tonight.” Her voice is so low and tense. She’s stressed and I’m only adding to that state. “Say please and it’s yours.” “Please, Dane.” She even includes my name and by some small miracle, she didn’t even use a sarcastic tone. I click the button and the lights flicker on. Her eyes widen and a genuine smile tugs at her mouth like I just pulled her up on my horse and rode us away from the monsters. That smile could be addicting. If you were a different type of guy.
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My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Dean has redeemed himself!!
I'm loving these single dads more and more. I mean of course we all love stories with sexy single dads and these guys don't disappoint.
I have to admit after Real Deal Dean was on my list. Yeah you know the list but I have to admit that once I got to know him, I totally fell in love with him. Yes he's a man whore but he's a really sweet and loyal man whore who will do anything for the people that he loves.
Ava is a firecracker and she is perfect for him. I love their banter and how he gets nothing over on her. These two take friends with benefits to a whole new level. Their chemistry is off the freaking charts and I love their story. You really need to check this out, it's a definite must read.
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If secrets fester long enough they will devour a person’s soul, leaving them black and dying on the inside, blocking the smallest glimpse of healing light. With steadfast focus, Ryder Casteel immerses himself in the club, working tirelessly alongside his brothers of the Knights Corruption to figure out how to end the war with the Savage Reapers once and for all. The last thing he needs is the distraction of a feisty blonde.
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