Everyone knows that if you play with fire you’ll end up getting burned… What happens when you attend a first responder’s bachelor auction with your best friends? Well, if your name is Madison Kelly like me, your friends end up bidding on a date for you with your high school crush. That’s right. Even back when I was ‘Fatty Maddie’ to all my classmates, I had eyes for the quarterback of our football team. Not like I was the only one. Mauro Bianco may fight fires for a living, but he still sets my heart ablaze. One look at the rugged, muscular man he’s turned into and I want to slide down his pole. One date. That’s all I’m committed to. A few hours and I can tuck him back into that tattered old shoebox in my closet. As always, the universe has other plans. I never would’ve predicted that in a matter of days he’d turn from my dream guy into my enemy. ADD TO GOODREADS
iBooks | B & N | Kobo | Google PlayMy brothers widen their stances, share a look of amusement and cock their eyebrows at me. “Hate to break it to you, but Maddie didn’t bid on you. Lauren did.” Luca laughs while Cristian chuckles. “I’m going out with a Madison and she didn’t go to our high school. Which reminds me.” I pull out my phone. “Maddie is Madison, you idiot,” Luca says. “Her and Lauren were my year.” “I went to high school with Madison?” I try to let her face come back to me, and though I can picture her bright blue eyes and long chestnut hair, nothing about her is familiar from high school. “Yes, but she definitely wasn’t hanging out at the bonfires and football pep rallies.” Luca grabs his helmet off his bike. The only responsible thing I’ve seen him do in the last few years. “Well, shit and she doesn’t even want to go out with me? Her friend bid on me?” Luca straddles his bike with a grin. I look over to Cristian, but he’s putting his shirt back on and starts fiddling with his earbuds. They obviously think this conversation is over. “Yeah, but we’re all in the same boat.” Cristian’s thumb moves over his phone screen. “Maddie’s awesome and I think you’ll have a good time with her.” “She seemed pretty quiet and way too accommodating,” I say. Luca kicks his stand up, letting the bike rock a little under him. Cristian’s hands freeze on the screen of his phone. “And that’s bad?” he asks. “I want a woman who knows what she wants. Has her own damn opinions. Doesn’t just agree with everything I say.” Cristian peeks over his shoulder, a look of amusement that matches Luca’s. “You want a girl to come up and grab your nuts?” “I want a girl who knows what her favorite food is, has an opinion about where she wants to go for dinner, likes whatever sports team she likes and doesn’t default to my favorites.” I stuff my hands into my pockets, digging out my keys for my truck. “Well then, Maddie might not be the one. Like I said, she’s nice.” Cristian slaps me on the shoulder. “Treat her good though, okay?” He inserts one earbud. “What do you think I’m going to do, leave her in Garfield Park?” He puts his other earbud in. “That’s not even funny man. I have a friend in that district and the shit that goes down there...” He shakes his head. Cristian loses the entire point of my statement—the fact I’m not a jackass. I’m not Luca. “It’s one date,” I say. “And who knows, maybe she’s nice but still has a wild streak.” Christian again glances over to Luca who’s smiling like he’s fucking Mickey Mouse. “Well, good luck on your date,” he says. Cristian jogs away and Luca’s bike starts up. I head to my truck. The conversation is over, but I’m curious now. Where’s my damn yearbook? Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two USA Today Bestselling authors for the price of one. Our goal is to bring you romance stories that have "Heartwarming Humor With a Side of Sizzle" (okay...you caught us, that's our tagline). A little about us... We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too. Goodreads | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | Bookbub | Website Join our newsletter and get 2 FREE BOOKS! Be one of our unicorns
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Happy Hour, an all-new hilarious enemies to lovers romance from USA Today bestselling duo Piper Rayne is LIVE!The perfect man for her is the one she hates most. #gofigure Dating is hard. Dating in your thirties is even harder. Dating in Chicago is harder still. I haven't given up on finding my happily-ever-after, but in the age of swiping right and Netflix and chill, I'm wondering if everything is as temporary as my marriage turned out to be. Truth is, there is one guy I can't get my mind off of. Roarke Baldwin has salt and pepper hair I've dreamed of running my hands through and I'm pretty sure that if I checked he really does have a six pack of abs underneath his suit. And I've always wondered what that stubble on his face would feel like between my thighs. The problem? He's the one man I hate more than my ex-husband… His divorce attorney. Download your copy today! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2N7jmQB Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/HappyHourPR iBooks: https://apple.co/2LqBSTZ Nook: https://bit.ly/2s5J7bi Kobo: https://bit.ly/2kiL3K0 Google Play: https://tinyurl.com/yaf4yhkg Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2MBUb8P Start the Series of Standalones today with Manic Monday!Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2Fees00 Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/ManicMonday iBooks: https://apple.co/2pwTWSn Nook: http://bit.ly/2pu3iiK Kobo: http://bit.ly/2ua1IY0 Google Play: https://bit.ly/2JTmZsE Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2pbRAJq About Piper Rayne: Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two USA Today Bestselling authors for the price of one. Our goal is to bring you romance stories that have "Heartwarming Humor With a Side of Sizzle" (okay...you caught us, that's our tagline). A little about us... We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.Connect with Piper Rayne: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PiperRayne/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorpiperrayne/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/PiperRayneRocks
Michelle's Review
Happy Hour by Piper Rayne
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally.... we get Hannah and Roarke’s story and yes, it’s everything I had hoped it would be. We’ve seen the intensity and flirting in the other two books. He’s her ex husband’s divorce lawyer and that alone is enough to make her despise him. Can you want someone you hate? Why yes, yes you can. These two.... they are off the charts hot. I love the banter with them, the teasing and Roarke is one of those characters that you can’t get enough of. If you haven’t read the other ones you don’t have to but I do recommend them each have a funny touching story. You definitely want to check it out. View all my reviews Afternoon Delight, the next standalone in the romantic and hilarious Charity Case Series by Piper Rayne is LIVE!The perfect man for me is the one who broke my heart. #thanksbutnothanks Once bitten. Twice shy. Yeah, I wish. I’m on a mission to find myself a nice, solid, respectable man. The only problem is nice, solid, and respectable comes in a meh package and is B-O-R-I-N-G as hell. It’s been established. I have one type. Bad Boy. I tried the other flavors, I really did. But there’s nothing like the allure of a man who takes what he wants without apology. As if my love life isn’t dramatic enough, Dean Bennett walks into my life again thinking he’s going to win me back with his charm and charisma. He might come in a different package, but under that expensive suit he’s still the same cocky, arrogant, pompous prick who only cares about numero uno. I’m not that naïve young girl anymore so I have to ignore the fact that the way he looks at me practically sets my panties on fire. Everyone deserves a second chance to right a wrong. The problem? He’s not just an ex-boyfriend… He’s my ex-husband. Download your copy today! 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Our goal is to bring you romance stories that have "Heartwarming Humor With a Side of Sizzle" (okay...you caught us, that's our tagline). A little about us... We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.Connect with Piper Rayne: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PiperRayne/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorpiperrayne/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/PiperRayneRocks Manic Monday, an all-new hilarious and romantic standalone from Piper Rayne, is LIVE!The perfect man for me is a blood-sucking lawyer. #pfftwhatever Been there. Done that. Burned the T-shirt. I didn’t swear off all men after my divorce, but I sure as hell swore off anyone remotely like my ex. On the top of that list? Attorneys. Everyone knows they can’t be trusted. Now that I’m back in Chicago, my focus is my daughter, my mom and me. I haven’t given up on finding my happily-ever-after, it’s just on hold—indefinitely. Then I see Reed Warner again, and he weasels his way into every part of my life, not willing to take no for an answer. In spite of my better judgment I can’t stop thinking about the way his designer suits fit his muscular frame, or the way his blue eyes seem to eat me up with every glance. You know when you’re on a diet and even hummus seems irresistible? Reed is like the equivalent of chocolate éclair and my willpower is fading fast. The problem? Not only is he a lawyer… He was the best man at my wedding. 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Michelle's Review
Manic Monday by Piper Rayne
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Ahhhh Reed!! This is one of those reads that you can’t put down. It’s full of wonderful characters, not just the main ones I loved them all. And that right there is what makes a great series, when you fall in love with everyone. Reed will have you swooning and Victoria is his perfect match. After a terrible marriage the last thing she is looking for is another relationship and definitely not with another lawyer. But when she runs into Reed all bets are off. He will woo her, he’s hot and boy is he sexy. This is a great read and I really enjoyed it. The story was awesome and the writing wonderful as always. It kept me interested with every page. It’s a definite must read. View all my reviews
Title: The Manny
Series: Dirty Truth #1
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 19, 2017
Secrets and lies are a killer way to start any partnership—especially a horizontal one.
Now, I’m a glass half full kinda of guy, so, after the ‘you’re fired’ speech was directed at me, I figure now’s the time to be the screenwriter I came to sunny California to be. Unfortunately, there are about as many people trying to sell a script in L.A. as there are vegans in the pacific northwest.
But lucky for me, a few weeks ago my agent found an investor for my script. Hooray, all my problems are solved! NOT.
Because the investor will only agree to fund my film if I use one specific actress. And that one specific actress? Well of course, it just has to be the same actress I screwed over only months before. But she doesn’t need to know about that one tiny detail, does she? All that matters is getting her to agree to do the film and I’ll do whatever it takes. We can leave the past, in the past, right?
I thought my charm would win her over. Never would I have been prepared for the terms she laid out on the table.
She needed a nanny.
I needed a lead actress.
Somehow I became The Manny.
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?
We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.
What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
Sexy Beast(The Single Dads Club #3) Author: Piper RayneRelease Date: July 14, 2017Genre: A Sexy Romantic Comedy Standalone 18+Cover Credit Model: Jacob Rodney Photographer: Wander Aguiar Cover Designer: RBA DesignsBlurbIt’s time. Time to get a life. Time to start over. Time to move beyond the past. The guys in the Single Dads Club would tell you it was time years ago, but until recently, the risk of hurting my little girl outweighed the benefit of getting a piece of ass. Now that I have a tween daughter on my hands? It’s becoming more apparent with every poster hung on the wall, every fight over wearing make-up and every uncomfortable conversation about puberty, that at least one of us needs a female touch in our lives. Jesus. I can’t even think the words ‘female touch’ without thinking of her. Charlotte Rose. Charlie. She’s everything I shouldn’t want, but someone needs to tell that to my damn libido because every time she’s around I have a constant case of blue balls. There’s a list of reasons why I shouldn’t give into what I feel—she’s my best friend’s little sister, she’s seen me at my most vulnerable, and the biggest one—she’s the first person in eleven years who has the potential to break me. On Sale 99¢; #FREE on #KindleUnlimitedAdd to GoodreadsExcerpt:Snap a picture and caption it ‘Teenage boy in front of his first Playboy’ because that’s exactly how I feel right now and I’d bet that’s how I look. Charlie stands in the doorway wearing a white bikini, her nipples hard and erect, begging to be touched. The first thing I notice is the way she doesn't cover up, but opens the door wider, ushering me in with her free hand. “I expected the pool guy.” Her voice changes pitch and I gather she's as affected by this situation as I am. The only difference is, my arousal can't be hidden. “He's out of town, so you got me.” “And you can fix it?” I stop and tilt my head her way. “Is that even a question?” “Well,” she walks faster to catch up to me as I use a key to open up the one door that's locked from guests. “Oh, I always wonder what's behind these doors when I rent other people's vacation homes.” She peeks her head over my shoulder and the scent of her perfume makes a beeline for my dick, making it twitch. As he's begging for an introduction, I squat to get away, but she doesn't relent. Her tits are practically resting on my shoulder. “Ever heard of personal space?” I remark, grabbing my tool set. “This isn't half as exciting as I thought it would be.” She finally moves back and I stand with the toolbox in my hands. “Did you think there would be a dead body?” She shrugs. “Porn maybe?” “Why would there be porn?” She purses her lips and looks up at the ceiling. It's innocent and cute and I'm not sure I ever remember seeing her doing it before. “You know, the owner can't keep it in their own house because they have a preteen daughter, so they keep their stash in the closet and watch it when there are no guests here.” “Let me guess? I'm the guy with the preteen daughter.” “You're so smart. I see where Sydney gets it from.” She smiles, a mouthful of straight white teeth. I nod and walk away. She follows. “Do you need help?” “Since I really have no idea what I'm fixing, I don't know yet.” I open the screen door to the hot tub. “It wouldn't turn on.” “That's not a good sign.” I open up the back and start working on it. The little I know about hot tubs might not be enough. Charlie sits on the edge of the hot tub and puts her feet in, her purple polished toenails dipping in and out of the water. “I think I deserve a discount if I can't use the hot tub.” I look up at her and she's smirking. “Funny.” She’s quiet for a few minutes while I fiddle around trying to figure out the source of the problem. “I'm curious, Garrett…” she pauses and I glance up at her. “How do my tits look in this bikini?”What readers are saying:"Garrett is the perfect man - hard and virile on the outside and soft and squishy on the inside." - Heather from White Hot Reads “I am absolutely and positively in love with our bearded sexy beast, Garrett!” – Kristy France, Goodreads Reviewer If you haven’t met the sexy single dads of Climax Cove yet, now is the perfect time to meet them!~ Read both for #FREE with #KindleUnlimited ~Real Deal:Amazon US ~ http://amzn.to/2qkGOlf Amazon UK ~ http://amzn.to/2rjvmoh Amazon CA ~ http://amzn.to/2pDw6r1 Amazon AU ~ http://amzn.to/2rjwb0p Goodreads ~ http://bit.ly/2nmNURB Dirty Talker:Amazon US - http://amzn.to/2stHhDb Amazon UK - http://amzn.to/2rS8rTr Amazon CA - http://amzn.to/2razFSa Amazon AU - http://amzn.to/2rivibQ Goodreads - http://bit.ly/2qjqui3 JOIN OUR NEWSLETTER HERE!Author BioPiper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. 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Michelle's review
Sexy Beast by Piper Rayne
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Five wonderful stars!! I absolutely adore this series. With each book I have fallen more in love with these crazy characters and thought each book was my favorite. Sexy Beast is no different and so glad that Garret got the book he so deserved. Garret has had a terrible past. Losing his first wife in childbirth and raising a Dayton his own has been terrifying. Scared to move own with his life and being stuck in limbo has kept him away from any type of a relationship. Charlie has had a huge crush on Garret most of her life. He is her brothers best friend so he's always been around. She's tired of waiting for him to move on and determined to have him for herself. These characters just belong together, you know the ones. They compliment each other. This story is a little heartbreaking. I may or may not have cried some, okay I did cry some. It is part beautiful, sexy and even comical. The writers did a fantastic job pulling me in and I really loved the book. Title: DIRTY TALKER Series: Single Dads Club #2 Author: Piper Rayne Genre: Romantic Comedy 18+ Release Date: June 12, 2017Blurb:Turn-ons… 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. Cover CreditModel: Zack Salaun Photographer: Wander Aguiar Cover Designer: RBA Designs Buy Links: On Sale 99¢; KINDLE UNLIMITEDAmazon: Amazon CA: Amazon UK: Amazon AU: 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.What Others are Saying:“SEXY, SWEET, & SCRUMPTIOUS!” – Dani from Dani’s Book Review Blog “This book was hilarious and hot! Ava and Dane's story is everything I hoped it would be!” – Mary from Smut Your Mouth “Dane has totally stolen my Heart!” – Elizabeth from White Hot Reads Author Bio:Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it. What can we tell you about ourselves? 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Dirty Talker by Piper Rayne
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. View all my reviews REAL DEAL(Single Dads Club #1) A Sexy RomCom Standalone EXCERPTThere are at least ten camp counselors currently standing in the water watching the children, and six of them are female. Victor doesn’t understand the epidemic he’s going to have on his hands. The longer I sit there, the more dads find their way down to the lake, thinking it’s an everyday Thursday pickup. To their surprise, it’s a teenage boy’s wet dream. And maybe that teenage boy’s dad’s, too. Caterina is laughing with another female counselor. I never noticed how her cheeks rise into two small apples when she smiles. Nor did I notice the way her hands cover her mouth to stifle a laugh or how she briefly touches the other person’s arm when she’s amused. Damn, I want to pull that reaction out of her. But all I’ve gotten this week since camp started is a few polite smiles and ‘hello Mr. Kent.’ She hasn’t acted as though I’ve seen more of her than what that bikini she’s wearing reveals. “What did I miss?” Dane sits down next to me, trying to catch his breath. “What the hell do you do all day that you can’t be here on time?” He glances over to me and then concentrates ahead of him. I can’t blame him, we don’t get views like this in Climax Cove very often. “Does Victor realize he’s giving every dad here beat off material for tonight?” Dane asks. A few of the dads milling about laugh, knowing it’s true. A small ball of anger begins brewing in my center. The idea of these dickheads thinking about what’s under the blue bikini hugging Cat’s tits gets under my skin. That beat off material is for me and only me. “And to answer your question, I had to go down to the county for some paperwork.” Dane’s been doing some heavy renovations to Happy Daze the last few years, expanding and making it a more family-friendly bar and grill during the day. “Sorry, that sucks.” Both of us continue our conversation as we pretend to watch our children. I can multitask though. My gaze veers to Lily to make sure she’s not drowning, but she’s taken swimming lessons since she was one, so I don’t have to worry too much. “We can talk about that shit later.” Dane waves me off. “Fuck, this is so not fair. How is my kid getting more action than I’ve seen this week?” He bites his fist, watching Toby and his friends pour a bucket of water over his camp counselor’s head. Her yellow bikini doesn’t exactly hide the fact the water might have been slightly chilly. Lily looks away from the action in the lake, finds me sitting there, and smiles. “Why do I suddenly feel dirty?” I mumble to myself. Lily runs from the lake and Caterina says something to one of the other counselors and follows Lily’s path. Our eyes lock, but Cat is quick to shift her focus elsewhere. “Daddy!” Lily screams and jumps into my arms, soaking me in the process. “Hi, sweetie.” I prop her on my knee. “Hi, Uncle Dane,” her sweet voice says. I clear my throat so he’ll turn his attention from the lake to my daughter. Dane turns to me, back to the lake, and then realizes why I’m clearing my throat. “Hey, kiddo. Swim day, huh?” He leans back on his hands, focusing his attention on her. “Come.” She jumps down from my lap and grabs my hand. “No, sweetie. I’ll wait until you’re done. Go have fun with your friends.” She smiles and runs off. “Damn, a little warning, huh? I’m practically tucking my dick between my legs,” Dane says and shifts in his seat. “Um, how do you think I feel?” “Who’s the dickhead?” Dane asks, head nodding to the lake. One of the male camp counselors approaches Cat. She laughs at his joke and shakes her head. I don’t miss the way his eyes light up when she puts her hand on his forearm. “Who?” I pretend my heart isn’t skipping beats from the adrenaline coursing through my system. Just call me a fucking caveman. “Yeah, okay. Your eyes have been glued to one counselor, in particular, this whole week.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I glance around to make sure no other parents overheard us. “Is that how you’re gonna play it?” he asks, turning toward me and raising his eyebrows in question. I say nothing, watching the dickhead pick up Caterina by the waist, her squealing and him dropping her in the deeper part of the lake. She stands up and now she’s dripping wet in her blue bikini that probably matches the color of my balls. Once again, I swear her gaze veers over to me as she pushes her hands through her drenched hair. Before I can be certain, she’s concentrating on the kids again. She claps her hands and announces swim time is over for her group. “Man, your chick is a fun sponge,” Dane says because Toby’s camp counselor is still in a water battle with her kids. I push off the picnic table to head over to pick up Lily and gather her things.BUY NOWKindle Unlimited$0.99 LIMITED TIMEBLURBRed Flags…Too loud. Too clingy. Too much make-up. I could go on and on. The other guys in the Single Dad’s Club would say I’m obsessed with finding them. But none of their kid’s mothers call a maximum-security prison home either, so their opinions mean shit. Caterina Santora has her own list of red flags… She’s too young. She’s my client’s daughter. She’s my five-year old’s camp counselor. Even after repeating this mantra to myself every morning on the way to Lily’s summer camp, guess what happens the moment I see Cat? Yeah, that mantra turns into ride me, doggie style and reverse cowgirl. Every. Damn. Time. The fact that she doesn’t remember me from six years before grates on me until I don’t have it in me to leave her alone any longer. I have to have her. But our lives are opposites in every way. In no way compatible. When we’re together all the complications fade away and I have to keep reminding myself, even if I can have her— I can’t keep her. Add to GoodreadsWho is Piper Rayne?Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two USA Today bestselling authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter? We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it. What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We’re both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We’re both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too. www.piperrayne.comJoin Piper Rayne’s UnicornsFREE BOOKSay what? Yep, but it’s exclusive to our newsletter subscribers! Believe us, you don’t want to miss this one!! JOIN HERE!RAFFLECOPTER
Real Deal by Piper Rayne
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Who doesn't love a single Dad book? I sat down to read a couple of chapters and the next thing I know dinner is late and I'm almost done with the book. I got so lost in it that time got away from me. This is the first book in what is going to be a awesome series. Real Deal is Marcus and Cat's book. These are great characters with extremely hot with loads of chemistry. Marcus is a single parent of a sweet little girl Lilly. He doesn't date, only an occasional hook up. His daughter is his everything. Only when he drops his daughter off at camp does he spot a blast from the past and now he can't seemed to get his mind on anything else. Cat decided to take a break from her art and do something different. Coming to a small town she's signed on to be a camp counselor. When she comes face to face with an old crush she tries to hide what seeing him does to her. I absolutely loved this book. It's funny, cute and sexy. This series has some wonderful characters and I'm extremely excited to see where we are taken next.
Title: The Bartender
Series: Modern Love #1
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 1, 2017
Blurb
Who knew sleeping with the enemy could be this fun? Was the one night stand a good idea?
Well, no. Probably not in retrospect.
In my defense I had just moved back into my grandparent’s house, I’d lost my dream job, and a guy on Tinder had stood me up. It was like life had suddenly stamped ‘LOSER’ on my forehead. So when the guy behind the bar started giving me THE look…you know, the one that promised I’d be screaming his name into the wee hours of the morning? When that guy also has the perfect amount of scruff on his chiseled chin, biceps bulging out of his t-shirt, and a cocky grin you knew he’d earned in the sack…when he gives you that look, you don’t bother to figure out what your six degrees of separation are. You jump on that horse and ride it! Pun fully and completely intended. And accurate by the way. I fully admit to feeling sorry for myself and acting impulsively, but by the time I’d figured out WHO the bartender was, I was already falling for him.
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An hour and a half later and hot stuff has come around the bar to take the seat beside me and join me on my mission to get shit-faced. I have to admit, I’m enjoying his company, but it doesn’t exactly make him Employee of the Year given the fact that he’s supposed to be working.
“Won’t your boss be mad that you’re drinking on the job?” I ask. That damn dimple makes another appearance again before he answers. “Nah, he’s cool. It’s dead in here tonight. If anyone comes in, I’ll be sure they get what they need.” His gaze rakes up and down my small frame, and I get the distinct impression that he’s picturing me naked. Jeez, I hope my nakedness looks amazing in his brain. Given the half-crooked smile on his face, I think it must. I wonder if his imagination is good enough to picture that dimple in my ass that doesn’t ever seem to want to disappear, regardless of how much I weigh. As if he’s tempted fate with his words, the bell over the door dings and an older gentleman walks in and seats himself at one of the bar tables across the room. “Be right back.” Cole pats my hand before he rises from his seat. It was an innocent gesture, but it makes me think dirty things. The heat from his hand seeps up my arm like a bee sting and settles somewhere in my chest. I watch him walk away and can’t help but notice the way his ass perfectly fills out his jeans. It bunches and flexes as his long strides take him across the bar. Maybe Lennon is right and it has been too long since I’ve been with a man. It’s then that I realize that Tinder dude still hasn’t shown up. The bar isn’t busy, probably since it’s the middle of the week, and I’ve been chatting—okay, flirting—with Cole and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. I grab my phone from my purse and open the app to see that I have a new message. Pussylickr69: Not coming. Sorry found someone else who wasn’t so much werk. Fury causes my face to heat as I type out a quick reply that might be, and by that I mean most definitely is, alcohol-fueled. Whiteebanter: Yeah, I can see how thirty minutes of conversation is too much foreplay for you. Fuck you and your lack of knowledge of the English language. You spell work with an ‘o,’ dipshit. There. That’ll show him. With a frown, I drop my phone back into my purse. “Everything okay?” Cole asks as he takes the seat beside me again. I sigh. “Yeah, I just found out that Pussylicker isn’t coming anymore.” Cole nearly spits out the sip of drink he’s just taken and has a coughing fit before he fully recovers. “Excuse me?” “I was waiting for a guy from Tinder to show up, but he just ditched me because apparently it was too much work to have a drink with me before taking me back to his place to bang me.” I spin my glass in place on the bar top. “You’re trolling for guys on Tinder?” Cole howls with laughter so hard he has to hold his stomach. I love the way the laugh looks on his face—the way it crinkles his eyes at the corners and how it showcases his perfect teeth. But all that aside, it’s irritating. “It’s not that funny.” This guy might be hot, but right now he’s working my nerves. “Actually, it is. Why the hell would a woman like you resort to finding someone to fuck on a dating site?” The way the word ‘fuck’ rolls off his tongue has all my womanly parts contracting and wishing that it was an invitation to do just that. But never mind that, because I’m annoyed at him, I just barely remember through my drunken haze. “What do you mean a woman like me?” I try to do air quotes around the last part, but my balance isn’t what it was three hours ago, and I almost topple off my stool, so I quickly grab on to the bar in front of me. “Beautiful. Intelligent. Likable. Smartass.” He ticks each word off on one hand while he speaks and he says it like he means it. I hold his stare for a minute before realization dawns. “Hey! I’m a B.I.L.F. You know, like a M.I.L.F. Only different.” I’m so impressed that I thought of that given my current state. Cole chuckles with an amused gleam in his eyes. “Only better,” he says. Our gazes lock for a beat and it’s at that moment I know that if I offer myself up to this guy, he’ll be more than willing to send me on the walk of shame tomorrow morning. Heat rushes into my cheeks and I look away. As much bravado as I had earlier about my Tinder escapade, I’m not sure I can do this. Be this girl so full of confidence that she bangs a stranger with no qualms about it. My elation has crash-landed on the ground as I realize I’m not able to pull the trigger and make an advance toward him. I also know I’ll probably regret it forever because this man is so far beyond good-looking that it’s a speck in the rear-view mirror. Not to mention the fact that he’s sexy as hell and seems to be a decent human being. Which is more impossible to find in the Bay area than someone who doesn’t think they’re allergic to gluten. I take a deep breath and finish the last couple of gulps of my drink and push the glass in Cole’s direction. “Another, please.” Cole tosses back the rest of his drink and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat while the liquid slides down. Damn. That is sexy. Why is that sexy? “I’m going to join you for another as well.” He gets up off his bar stool and before walking away he comes to stand directly behind me. “Assuming you want me to stick around?” His breath washes across my neck and my ear and I close my eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the sensation. “I’d like that,” I say with all honesty. “Good. I know the first guy let you down, but don’t worry… I’ve been told I lick pussy like a boss.” And with that, he walks away while I struggle to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest. I’m out of my league with this guy. I know it and there’s a good chance that he knows it, too.
But ask yourself this, ladies… if you were called up to the big leagues from the minors, would you say no?
Author Bio
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?
We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it. What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
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Title: The Bartender
Series: Modern Love #1
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 1, 2017
Blurb
Who knew sleeping with the enemy could be this fun? Was the one night stand a good idea?
Well, no. Probably not in retrospect.
In my defense I had just moved back into my grandparent’s house, I’d lost my dream job, and a guy on Tinder had stood me up. It was like life had suddenly stamped ‘LOSER’ on my forehead. So when the guy behind the bar started giving me THE look…you know, the one that promised I’d be screaming his name into the wee hours of the morning? When that guy also has the perfect amount of scruff on his chiseled chin, biceps bulging out of his t-shirt, and a cocky grin you knew he’d earned in the sack…when he gives you that look, you don’t bother to figure out what your six degrees of separation are. You jump on that horse and ride it! Pun fully and completely intended. And accurate by the way. I fully admit to feeling sorry for myself and acting impulsively, but by the time I’d figured out WHO the bartender was, I was already falling for him.
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An hour and a half later and hot stuff has come around the bar to take the seat beside me and join me on my mission to get shit-faced. I have to admit, I’m enjoying his company, but it doesn’t exactly make him Employee of the Year given the fact that he’s supposed to be working.
“Won’t your boss be mad that you’re drinking on the job?” I ask. That damn dimple makes another appearance again before he answers. “Nah, he’s cool. It’s dead in here tonight. If anyone comes in, I’ll be sure they get what they need.” His gaze rakes up and down my small frame, and I get the distinct impression that he’s picturing me naked. Jeez, I hope my nakedness looks amazing in his brain. Given the half-crooked smile on his face, I think it must. I wonder if his imagination is good enough to picture that dimple in my ass that doesn’t ever seem to want to disappear, regardless of how much I weigh. As if he’s tempted fate with his words, the bell over the door dings and an older gentleman walks in and seats himself at one of the bar tables across the room. “Be right back.” Cole pats my hand before he rises from his seat. It was an innocent gesture, but it makes me think dirty things. The heat from his hand seeps up my arm like a bee sting and settles somewhere in my chest. I watch him walk away and can’t help but notice the way his ass perfectly fills out his jeans. It bunches and flexes as his long strides take him across the bar. Maybe Lennon is right and it has been too long since I’ve been with a man. It’s then that I realize that Tinder dude still hasn’t shown up. The bar isn’t busy, probably since it’s the middle of the week, and I’ve been chatting—okay, flirting—with Cole and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. I grab my phone from my purse and open the app to see that I have a new message. Pussylickr69: Not coming. Sorry found someone else who wasn’t so much werk. Fury causes my face to heat as I type out a quick reply that might be, and by that I mean most definitely is, alcohol-fueled. Whiteebanter: Yeah, I can see how thirty minutes of conversation is too much foreplay for you. Fuck you and your lack of knowledge of the English language. You spell work with an ‘o,’ dipshit. There. That’ll show him. With a frown, I drop my phone back into my purse. “Everything okay?” Cole asks as he takes the seat beside me again. I sigh. “Yeah, I just found out that Pussylicker isn’t coming anymore.” Cole nearly spits out the sip of drink he’s just taken and has a coughing fit before he fully recovers. “Excuse me?” “I was waiting for a guy from Tinder to show up, but he just ditched me because apparently it was too much work to have a drink with me before taking me back to his place to bang me.” I spin my glass in place on the bar top. “You’re trolling for guys on Tinder?” Cole howls with laughter so hard he has to hold his stomach. I love the way the laugh looks on his face—the way it crinkles his eyes at the corners and how it showcases his perfect teeth. But all that aside, it’s irritating. “It’s not that funny.” This guy might be hot, but right now he’s working my nerves. “Actually, it is. Why the hell would a woman like you resort to finding someone to fuck on a dating site?” The way the word ‘fuck’ rolls off his tongue has all my womanly parts contracting and wishing that it was an invitation to do just that. But never mind that, because I’m annoyed at him, I just barely remember through my drunken haze. “What do you mean a woman like me?” I try to do air quotes around the last part, but my balance isn’t what it was three hours ago, and I almost topple off my stool, so I quickly grab on to the bar in front of me. “Beautiful. Intelligent. Likable. Smartass.” He ticks each word off on one hand while he speaks and he says it like he means it. I hold his stare for a minute before realization dawns. “Hey! I’m a B.I.L.F. You know, like a M.I.L.F. Only different.” I’m so impressed that I thought of that given my current state. Cole chuckles with an amused gleam in his eyes. “Only better,” he says. Our gazes lock for a beat and it’s at that moment I know that if I offer myself up to this guy, he’ll be more than willing to send me on the walk of shame tomorrow morning. Heat rushes into my cheeks and I look away. As much bravado as I had earlier about my Tinder escapade, I’m not sure I can do this. Be this girl so full of confidence that she bangs a stranger with no qualms about it. My elation has crash-landed on the ground as I realize I’m not able to pull the trigger and make an advance toward him. I also know I’ll probably regret it forever because this man is so far beyond good-looking that it’s a speck in the rear-view mirror. Not to mention the fact that he’s sexy as hell and seems to be a decent human being. Which is more impossible to find in the Bay area than someone who doesn’t think they’re allergic to gluten. I take a deep breath and finish the last couple of gulps of my drink and push the glass in Cole’s direction. “Another, please.” Cole tosses back the rest of his drink and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat while the liquid slides down. Damn. That is sexy. Why is that sexy? “I’m going to join you for another as well.” He gets up off his bar stool and before walking away he comes to stand directly behind me. “Assuming you want me to stick around?” His breath washes across my neck and my ear and I close my eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the sensation. “I’d like that,” I say with all honesty. “Good. I know the first guy let you down, but don’t worry… I’ve been told I lick pussy like a boss.” And with that, he walks away while I struggle to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest. I’m out of my league with this guy. I know it and there’s a good chance that he knows it, too.
But ask yourself this, ladies… if you were called up to the big leagues from the minors, would you say no?
Author Bio
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?
We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it. What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
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