Mr. Lucky by Nora Flite and Jackson Kane
Genre: Billionaire Contemporary Romance Series: A Billionaire Romance Novella Publication Date: February 20, 2017 BUY NOW (FREE ON KU) + BONUS copy of Bigger and Badder AMAZON
EXCERPTI didn't get the job. This news was the final nail in my coffin. My legs gave out, nothing stopping me from collapsing to my knees in the pouring rain. All my safeguards and barriers were stripped away; I couldn’t take it anymore. A panic attack wrung me out like a wet towel. My chest heaved with heavy, ugly sobs. It wasn't just about the stupid job. It was about all the decisions that had led me to this point. Everything I'd done... everything I hadn't done. I was only twenty-five. How did my life come to a complete stop? What happened? How did it all go so wrong? Why didn’t I escape with Zenya when I had the chance? That one terrible, terrible decision to stay haunted me every single damn day. I was crying so hard that I started coughing; the rising stomach acid scorched the back of my throat. Was I a professional puppy-kicker in a past life? What did I do to deserve this? Why couldn't I just catch a break? Just one? Please? Rain rolled off me in rivulets. It was coming down too hard to hear the approaching footsteps. “Hey,” a deep, baritone voice said. I was probably about to be robbed and I just couldn’t find it in me to care. It was his shoes I saw first when I opened my eyes; black leather loafers with a shine so polished I could see my reflection in them. I'd never met a mugger with nice shoes. “Are you alright?” “No,” I said, choking off a laugh before it could return to a sob, then I wiped my face and lied. “But I—I’ll be fine.” Even now at the end of my rope, I couldn’t shake the stubborn never-let-them-see-you're-hurt mentality. It must've been the hardened New Englander in me. The flickering streetlight finally snapped on and gave me a good view of the man and his outstretched hand. He was tall, clean-shaved and had thick black hair that was neatly combed back. He wore a pair of crisp black slacks and a deep, blue silk button down shirt that the rain matted to his broad muscular torso. From his nice clothes, gold watch and lack of a jacket, it was easy to tell that whoever this was, he wasn't planning on coming out in the rain. His giant arms flexed as he helped me to my feet. My throat went dry as I mentally traced his incredibly well-defined pecs, shoulders, and abs. Catching his eyes suddenly returned the weak feeling to my knees, and it didn't stop until it tore a shiver through my pussy that no cold weather ever could. Who was this guy? “Your car's seen better days,” the man calmly remarked. “What?” I followed his gaze to Carrie. Plumes of ashy smoke billowed out of her hood. My heart somehow found a way to sink even lower. “Oh no!” “Let me take a look,” the man said, already moving toward my car. “It's okay. I have Triple A coming, they'll be here... eventually.” Ignoring me, he pulled a diesel-looking multi-tool out of his pocket, bent over the engine and started tinkering. The new angle highlighted the dark designs that covered his thick back. The tattoos teased me beneath his near see-through silk shirt. I found myself biting my bottom lip and wishing for a better look. Without a thought to ruining his nice clothes, he dropped a knee into the muddy, cracked asphalt and slid under the car. “Seriously, it's fine! You don't have to—” I started, but it was clear this guy wasn't taking no for an answer. I tried to insist, but he wasn't having it. I'd always had trouble accepting help from people. Something about feeling indebted to someone made me extremely uneasy, almost to the point of physical pain. I had worked so hard for the little I had. It wasn't much, but it was mine. Frantic and buzzing with too many warring feelings, I looked around and spotted the storage pod. “Even if you fix my car, I'm stuck leaving it here until morning. Some asshole took my spot with this… tuna can excuse for an apartment unit... thing.” I sighed. “I'll get a parking ticket for sure.” After a loud bang and a few grunts of exertion, which I was ashamed to admit thrilled me way more than it should have, he said, “Try starting it.” Skeptically, I turned the engine over. Carrie roared right back to life like nothing was ever wrong. For a moment I was stunned speechless. My car purred smoother than she had in years. Holy crap, I was going to make it in time for the bridal shower luncheon after all! Maybe even a little sleep, if I dared to dream. “It’s worse than I thought,” he said. “When's the last time you had any work done on it? A check-up, oil change, anything?” It struck me how dangerous it was for him to be working on what was basically a two-ton lightning rod during a rainstorm. Maybe it was just because of what my life had been like these past few years, but it was hard for me to wrap my mind around the concept of the kindness of strangers. “Maintenance, what's that?” I chuckled sarcastically. I ran a hand over my sopping wet face and hair, realizing I was coming off more sad than funny. I sighed. “It's uh, been awhile, unfortunately.” A long while. One glance at his rain-slicked thigh muscles sticking out from under my car made me realize it'd been a long time since a lot of things. When was my last trip to Jiffy Lube? The oil change place. Totally not a synonym for a quickie. Damn it, brain! I flushed with heat and turned away. It was hard to think about things like an oil change when I could barely keep the lights on in my apartment. I couldn't remember a time when I wasn't just scraping by paycheck to paycheck. Marcos had helped me out with a pay advance a few times, but that was only when things got really bad. “Thank you so much,” I stammered. “I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name.” “Vetorian,” he said with another grunt. “But call me Veto.” What kind of name is Vetorian? The question didn't linger in my mind long when I saw that the rain had basically painted his clothes to his skin. Watching all the corded muscles in his arms and thighs flex as he pulled himself out from under the car was enough to melt away my money concerns, and everything else that wasn't an overwhelming desire to jump him. “Can I give you some money... or something.” I couldn't yank my eyes away from him as I turned off my car. His clothes were ruined, but damn, he still looked amazing in them. He wiped the grease and mud from his hands on his pants, then glanced up at me. Water dripped of the ends of a few strands of hair that covered his cool, dark eyes. The look he gave me made me tremble down to my toes. It was hard to believe Veto was real. I wondered what was wrong with him; there had to be something. That's how the world worked. Perfect guys like him didn't exist, especially not in my depressed little town. “Don't mention it.” His lips curled in a hint of a smirk. “Even assholes can do nice things every once in a while.”
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My Holiday Secret by Jackson Kane and Roxy Sinclaire
Genre: Romantic Comedy Publication Date: December 20, 2016 BUY NOW (FREE ON KU) For a limited time BOTH books in Jackson's Billionaire Romance series are included! AMAZON
EXCERPT“Holy fuck!” Jan scoffed and grabbed me by the shoulders. “You didn't tell them, did you? That's all Mom and Dad have been talking about this past week. They were going to finally meet your fiancé.” Chris had a staunch, no social media condition for us to date so none of my family had ever met or even seen him. They only knew him from what I told them. Well with the exception of Jan, who flew out to visit me last year. She wasn't impressed with Chris. “You know how they are!” Our parents were extremely overbearing, judgmental, and controlling. It was why I fled across the country after college. “You know they wouldn't have approved, just like all my other boyfriends.” “That's because you're Daddy's little angel.” Jan slapped her hands together in mock prayer. “Of course no one is going to be good enough for you.” I laughed. “And Mom?” Jan put the back of her fist on her forehead and extended her pointer and pinky finger. It was the devil horns symbol. I laughed again, this time so hard I nearly fell over. Dad was overbearing, but Mom was just kind of a bitch. "So what are you going to do?” Jan asked. “Argh! I don't know.” I put my head on her shoulder and whined like I would only do with my sister. “Tell them the truth, I guess.” “Are you crazy! You're just going to waste the perfect opportunity?” “What?” I asked, getting a terrible feeling she was going to do something...Jan-like. “I have an idea. Come on!” Jan grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the bar and into the sea of sweaty, bouncing people. “We're going to find you a new Chris!” “I'm not going to find a new fiancé at a shitty nightclub.” I protested over the booming music, which got louder as she dragged me further into the dance floor. “This isn't exactly my scene. None of these guys are my type.” There was nothing I could do but pout. When Jan got something into her head, she was like a force of nature. No one could stop her. It was one of the many reasons I used to look up to my sister so much. That, and her infectious personality. “That's exactly the point, your highness. We're going to find you someone, they'll absolutely hate. That way they'll never give you shit about anyone else you date. Think of this as the sacrificial lamb.” Jan cackled maniacally. It was a ridiculously, stupid plan, but I was drunk enough to humor her. Although, getting my parents off my back about finding a nice boy for a few years was a nice thought. Even if it was far-fetched fantasy. Jan spent the next hour dragging me around to cute, edgy-looking guys that my parents would immediately dislike. It was fun. Mostly it was just dancing and speculating. I didn't have the guts to talk to half of them. It became a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill to us. It felt good to just cut loose and dance with my sister. We flailed and twisted to our own rhythm, and soon enough the rest of our party found us. We danced as one big clumsy mess, and we loved it. Drinks somehow magically appeared, and a few of the girls broke off to either dance with themselves or with some of the men that seemed to be everywhere. “What about him?” Jan yelled in my ear. She pointed toward the far end of the bar, dumping half of her cocktail on the floor. When I saw the giant of a man she was pointing to, my lips and throat went dry. He was at least six feet tall, with long hair and a full beard. With his gigantic arms crossed across his tree trunk-like chest, he leaned against the bar and scanned the room for unruly patrons. The guy looked like a lumberjack crossed with a professional wrestler, and he exuded a "don't fuck with me" vibe that made my whole body shiver. “The bouncer?” I scoffed, sipping the drink I'd been nursing. God...the things a man like that could do to me. My skin started tingling at the thought of him holding me down and having his way with me. I'd never had a dominant boyfriend. I could only imagine what that loss of control must feel like. “Never mind!” Jan laughed, struggling to keep her eyes open. She'd drank probably twice as much as I did. I had no idea how she was still standing. “There's no way Mom would buy you landing a guy like him.” I immediately felt indignant. I could get a guy like him if I wanted to!
Then Mr. Tall, Dark and Dangerous' scan settled on me. The corner of his mouth dragged up in a sexy smirk as if he knew I was talking about him. My heart stopped, and I gasped before I could snap my gaze away. I felt like I could've watched this all day, and maybe I would have if he hadn't glanced in my direction. His smile faded as he raised an eyebrow at me, questioningly. The look put me back on my heels.
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