Drunk Dial by Penelope Ward Sneak Peek

DRUNK DIAL
(A standalone)
Release date: 8/21/2017
 
A Contemporary Romance Novel
 
New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
Penelope Ward
 

 
Synopsis:
 
From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
 
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him.
 
Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions.
 
I didn’t think he’d call me back.
 
I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become.
 
Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets.  
 
Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake.
 
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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a sixteen-time New York Times bestseller. Her novels are published in over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world. Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 11-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

 
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EXCERPT
 
After that evening, I hadn’t heard back from him for a few days.
Then, one night, a text came in from the same phone number I recognized as Landon’s. It was the first time he’d texted me.
I looked down to find he’d sent a photo.
I gasped.
It was a heavily tatted man set against the backdrop of the ocean at sunset. Oh, my. It was him—a selfie.
Fuck. Me. He was beautiful.
I wouldn’t have even known it was Landon were it not for the blue eyes I recognized instantly. The shaggy, caramel hair I remembered from the past was now a darker shade of brown and shorter, cropped closer to his head. His arms and his chest were inked, his body so perfect that if I squinted, it almost resembled carved stone.
I couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes wanted nothing more than to explore the ridges and valleys of his stunning body.
Was this a cruel joke?
This was not Landon!
But, it was.
With my thumb and middle finger, I kept zooming in and out, examining the details of the ink across his chest and on his arms. There was really nothing sexier than a guy with perfect arms and a full sleeve tattoo.
Even though his lips seemed fuller than I recalled, they still curved into a familiar grin that oozed confidence. The eyes and that smile were the only traces of the boy I remembered. I wished I could’ve leapt through the screen to smell him, touch him.
“Hi, Landon,” I whispered, for a brief moment talking to the boy inside, not the man in front of me.
This Landon was the polar opposite of the Ivy League yuppie image previously in my head. The only thing the man pictured might have majored in was badassery. He looked like a rockstar, a rule breaker, displaying a sense of arousing danger—someone who must have had women from all walks of life drooling over him for the sheer fact that either they couldn’t have him or shouldn’t have him. It suddenly became clear why, as he’d alluded to, a woman might have been begging him for sex. That made me wonder if he had any secret tattoos in spots I wasn’t allowed to see.
God.
A fire was burning inside of me, and I knew it was my crush exploding into a full-blown obsession.
A self-conscious feeling came over me. If I was scared to show him a picture of myself before, now I was really hesitant.
The message that went along with the photo simply read:
Now show me you.

Title: Two Bit

Series: Satan’s Fury MC #7

Author: L. Wilder

Release Date: August 22, 2017

Genre: MC Romance

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Cover Model: Konstantin Kamynin

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Title: Two Bit

Series: Satan’s Fury MC #7

Author: L. Wilder

Release Date: August 22, 2017

Genre: MC Romance

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Cover Model: Konstantin Kamynin

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36038421-two-bit

Blurb:

Where I was his weakness, he became my strength.

 

Two Bit:

I’ve never been one to hold back. I’ve always said what was on my mind– right or wrong– and earned my name because of it. Giving my two cents hasn’t always been a good thing, but on one fateful night, it led me to her. She was a once in a lifetime kind of girl. Undeniably beautiful. Fearless. Unforgettable.

She was like a wildfire, scorching my soul, and in an instant, she had the power to burn right through me. I wanted her, but getting mixed up with her nearly cost me my life.

I tried to fight it. I tried to save myself from the flame… but after one touch, I knew there was no turning back.

Zoe would be mine.

 

Zoe:

Sometimes, you’ve got to hit rock bottom before you can find a way to move forward. Well, it’s time for me to find a way to move forward, because I’ve sure as hell hit rock bottom.

My father, the president of the Chosen Knights, died and left me a legacy I didn’t want. The club was supposed to be my family, but with my father gone, they’d gotten tangled up in things I wanted no part of. I wanted out, but I was stuck with no money and no place to go. I’d thought all hope was gone, until he walked into the bar. Like he’d stepped out of my dreams, he was everything I’d ever wanted. Handsome. Courageous. Passionate.

Being with him came at a price—a price I wasn’t sure either of us could pay.

 

When sparks fly and ignite a war, who will be left standing in the ashes?





Title: Two Bit

Series: Satan’s Fury MC #7

Author: L. Wilder

Release Date: August 22, 2017

Genre: MC Romance

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Cover Model: Konstantin Kamynin

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36038421-two-bit

Blurb:

Where I was his weakness, he became my strength.

 

Two Bit:

I’ve never been one to hold back. I’ve always said what was on my mind– right or wrong– and earned my name because of it. Giving my two cents hasn’t always been a good thing, but on one fateful night, it led me to her. She was a once in a lifetime kind of girl. Undeniably beautiful. Fearless. Unforgettable.

She was like a wildfire, scorching my soul, and in an instant, she had the power to burn right through me. I wanted her, but getting mixed up with her nearly cost me my life.

I tried to fight it. I tried to save myself from the flame… but after one touch, I knew there was no turning back.

Zoe would be mine.

 

Zoe:

Sometimes, you’ve got to hit rock bottom before you can find a way to move forward. Well, it’s time for me to find a way to move forward, because I’ve sure as hell hit rock bottom.

My father, the president of the Chosen Knights, died and left me a legacy I didn’t want. The club was supposed to be my family, but with my father gone, they’d gotten tangled up in things I wanted no part of. I wanted out, but I was stuck with no money and no place to go. I’d thought all hope was gone, until he walked into the bar. Like he’d stepped out of my dreams, he was everything I’d ever wanted. Handsome. Courageous. Passionate.

Being with him came at a price—a price I wasn’t sure either of us could pay.

 

When sparks fly and ignite a war, who will be left standing in the ashes?


Excerpt:

In my mind, I knew I shouldn’t be there with him, that it was too much of a risk, but my heart just wasn’t listening. Even though I’d tried to keep my guard up, spending more time with him had only made me more attracted to him. His sense of humor, his sexy smile, and that body that made my pulse race were just too hard to resist. He shifted his stance as he looked at me, his eyes glistening in the darkness. I knew what was coming and glanced away. Then, unable to resist the temptation, I looked back at him. He hovered over me as his eyes roamed seductively across my lips, and I could only sit there frozen with excitement and anticipation. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more than feeling his lips against mine, and the waiting was pure agony. I should’ve been patient, but I couldn’t help myself. I inched closer, leaning towards him, but he never made his move. Instead, he just stood there staring at me with lust-filled eyes. Without thinking, I mumbled, “Um… I thought you were going to kiss me?”

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he asked, “What made you think I was going to kiss you?”

Embarrassment washed over me. “I guess I was just hoping you would.”

His voice was low and raspy as he asked, “You want me to kiss you, Zoe?”

I nodded as I answered, “Yes.”

“Well, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

His dark eyes flickered with hunger as they dropped to my breasts. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop once I get started.”

I hesitated for only a moment before I replied, “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

“Zoe,” he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter of my name as if to savor them. His eyes locked on mine as he leaned forward, but just as his lips were about to touch mine, he stopped. My lips parted, and our breaths mingled. The electricity crackled between us, making my entire body hum. I eased forward, trying to close the distance between us, but he quickly leaned out of my reach. I look up at him with disappointment. “Seriously?”

He paused, not to refuse, but to appreciate the moment before slipping his hand behind my neck and pulling me forward, crashing his mouth against mine. His lips were soft and full as they covered mine. It was like they were made just for me. His warm, wet tongue ran across my bottom lip as his hands snaked down my back. They were strong and sure as he pulled me closer to him. His touch. His scent. His taste. Everything about him made entire body tingle with desire. I had longed for that moment. It had been all I could think about, but I could’ve never imagined it could feel so good, so right. My fingers raked through his hair as I moaned against his mouth.

In the Series:

Summer Storm (Satan’s Fury MC Novella)

Maverick (Satan’s Fury MC #1)

Stitch (Satan’s Fury MC #2)

Cotton (Satan’s Fury MC #3)

Clutch (Satan’s Fury MC #4)

Smokey (Satan’s Fury MC #5)

Big (Satan’s Fury MC #6)

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Author Bio:

Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.

Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.  

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Title: The Lucky Heart

Author: Devney Perry

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Life on his ranch could be their future. If they can overcome their past.

 

Felicity’s life story reads like the script to a bad soap opera. Girl’s high-school boyfriend becomes a drug addict. Girl falls for boyfriend’s best friend. Girl leaves them both behind only to return home years later for murdered ex-boyfriend’s funeral. Now she’s back home in Montana, ready to start fresh. She’s got a long list of amends to make and relationships to rebuild, including one with the man who has owned her heart for sixteen years.

 

Silas doesn’t need much. He’s got a great horse, close friends and the Lucky Heart ranch, but something has always been missing. He’s not an idiot. He knows the missing piece is Felicity. And now that she’s returned to Prescott, he’s got a second chance to win her heart. This time, the only thing standing in his way is history. Drudging up the past is going to be about as painful as playing tug of war with barbed wire. But if they can heal old wounds, he’ll get the girl he should have had all along.

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What a fucking horrible day.

Wes’s funeral had been about as much fun as shoveling horse shit. I’d gone home to the ranch afterward and gotten straight to work, hoping it would distract me, but after three hours, I knew nothing was going to take my mind off Felicity.

Fourteen years. I hadn’t seen her in fourteen years, and today was the day she’d come back to Prescott. For Wes. She’d stayed away from her family, from me, for fourteen years, but she’d come back for Wes?

That stung.

Then on top of it all, she’d acted like an ice queen. It made the fact that she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen even harder to stomach. I just couldn’t believe the harsh and rude woman at Wes’s funeral had been my Felicity.

So here I was, standing outside her hotel room door in the freezing cold, needing to see for myself if she had really changed that much. Because if she had, then maybe I could finally let her go.

I raised my fist and banged on the door, taking out some of my frustration on its wooden face.

“Coming,” Felicity called. She must not have checked the peephole because when she opened the door, she sucked in a sharp breath.

Fuck. Why did she have to be so beautifully sad? All I wanted was to pull her into my arms. Her eyes had been covered at the funeral, hidden behind huge black sunglasses, but now I saw they were red and puffy. She’d cried for losing Wes. Had she ever cried that much over me?

Without a word, she stepped back and swung an arm out for me to come in. I stepped inside and crossed the room but didn’t sit.

“How are you?” she asked after closing the door.

“Fine. You?”

She shrugged. “I’ve had better days.”

“So since you’re in a bad place, it gives you the right to treat people like shit?” The words flew out of my mouth without thought and I regretted them the second she winced.

She took a calming breath. “I know I didn’t handle myself the right way at the funeral. I’m sorry for being rude to you and I’ll be apologizing to my family on Christmas.”

I scoffed. “Did you apologize to your mom and brother for not visiting for fourteen fucking years?”

She winced again.

Fuck. What was wrong with me? I had always tried to keep a hold on my temper where Felicity was concerned but again I was blurting out attacks.

This time, she didn’t keep that calm composure. Her spine stiffened and her lip curled. “That’s none of your business,” she snapped. “I apologize for being rude to you at the funeral, but if all you’re here to do is yell at me, get out.”

I closed the gap between us, standing right in her space and glaring down at her. Most people, men and women, would have cowered. I usually intimidated people with this glare, but not Felicity. Time hadn’t dulled her feisty spirit in the slightest. She didn’t move an inch, just glared right back.

“You’d like that,” I sneered, “wouldn’t you?”

“Like what?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“For me to leave so you can go back to pretending that avoiding this place and the people here wasn’t totally fucking selfish.” I was being a complete and total asshole. I knew it, I just couldn’t stop. All the pain I’d buried for years had bubbled up to the surface and was spewing out of my mouth.

Felicity’s eyes welled but she didn’t lose her edge. “What else? Obviously, you came here to pick a fight. To hurt me back. So, keep going. If that’s what it will take to make you feel better, then please, keep going.”

Another thing that hadn’t changed: she called me on my shit. My anger deflated and I shook my head. “It’s not making me feel better.”

“Then what will?”

Not fighting with her would make me feel better. Having her explain what had happened all those years ago would make me feel better. Hearing why she’d stayed away for so long would make me feel better.

But I didn’t tell her any of that. Instead, I crushed my mouth to hers and hugged her tight so she couldn’t push me away. Not that she tried. Her arms wrapped around my waist and she fisted my shirt in her hands.

I poured all of the pain and anger she had caused me into our kiss. She gave me all of her grief and heartache. Neither of us stopped until we were both exhausted from hot and angry sex.

While she slept on my side, I stared at the ceiling, wishing tonight had gone a whole lot differently. I wished I weren’t still drawn to her. I wished that she had come back for me, not Wes. I wished that I weren’t such a damned fool, always waiting on the sidelines, ready to pick her up when he broke her heart.

All tonight did was prove one thing.

History really does repeat itself.

🐴🐴🐴 Review by TashaM 🐴🐴🐴

When I woke and saw this book on my Kindle Monday Morning Made. I have been dying to get my hands on the next book in this series. From the Prologue to the Epilogue I was glued. I finished it in one sitting that’s how Trapped I was when it came to this book.
10 Stars Hands Down. Favorite in the series….
So this was the 3rd book in the series and by far the best one yet.
That says something because from the first book I picked up by Devney Perry her Writing had become an addiction.

This book is about Silas and Felicity. Now I know you wanna hate her but trust she is such an amazing Heroine you gonna Fall head over heals for her.

We met Felicity because she is Jesse’s sister. She has a sharp tongue but when we see why your heart will just break for her.
Silas and her have such a beautiful yet tumultuous past. At the same time it’s clear as day that they were meant for each other. Even growing up its clear as day that belong together.

Silas is such Wonderful man. His heart is so huge. He is so incredibly patient and understanding. I’m so glad he has her heal his heart and wounds. I was so happy he was getting his HEA.
Silas is really what dreams are made of.

This story is so fantastically Written. There are times where your heart just breaks for these two, times you heart is beeming with Happiness and times that it’s racing either from the hot, Beautiful sexy time or because of the angst.

Devney surpasses all expectations with every book she gives. Her Writing is fantastic as always. She knows how to capture your attention and not let you go.

I love how Brilliantly she throws in Characters from the previous books. I loved those moments because of how much I love all the characters old and new.
I’m always so impatient for her next book and once again she has left me panting for the next book.

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Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories.

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#ExcerptReveal Toying With Her by Prescott Lane #ComingSoon #Standalone 

Toying with Her by Prescott Lane


Release Date: August 17th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Toying with Her, an all-new standalone from Prescott Lane is coming August 17th!!!

No one said finding love was easy, but when you invented the world’s best selling vibrator, it’s near impossible. Yep, that’s right. That little toy hidden in your bedside table is my brain child. It’s aptly named Woman on Top. And you know what they say . . . it’s lonely at the top.

So I’m headed home to my Southern roots. It’s supposed to be an extended Summer vacation — nothing more. But Rorke Weston has other plans for me. Plans that not only involve me being on top, but also underneath him.  

It’s been said you never forget your first. For me, that’s definitely true. No night has ever lived up to the one I spent with Rorke.

 He’s turned into quite a man. Tan from the Southern sun, and stubborn as the day is long. And there’s nothing sweeter than the swipe of his tongue.

Rorke wants his chance. The one we never had. But that was a long time ago. When I still believed in Prince Charming and Happily Ever Afters. Even ten years later, I feel a pull. And it’s not simply Rorke yanking down my panties.  

 Do second chances really happen? Or is my heart simply toying with me?

 

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Excerpt:

Hammering the nail with one hard pound, I mutter, “Friends?”

That should be a cuss word, especially coming out of her full, pink lips. I toss the hammer aside, scanning the mostly-converted barn. Yep, I live in a barn. Well, not any barn. The barn where Sterling and I lost our virginity. I know just the spot. It’s the spot where my bed is now.

 I didn’t plan it that way. In fact, I didn’t even really think about it until she showed up in town the other day. I came home, walked in, and realized I’ve designed this place around her. Crazy, but true. That woman has burned herself into the deepest parts of my soul. Deeper than even I realized. She was my first, a memory. I thought it was over. I thought we’d only ever get that one night. She had her life, and I had mine. I didn’t see this coming.  

 This old barn sits on the edge of my parents’ property. It sucks to be almost thirty and still living on my parents’ land. Technically, I’m not living at home, but sometimes it feels like it. Unfortunately, buying my own house on my teaching salary isn’t in the cards, so a few years ago, I started converting one of the old barns.

 Every nail, every piece of wood in here has been touched by me. And it’s almost done. It’s wide open, designed that way mostly because it’s less work than putting up a bunch of walls. The only room with any privacy is the bathroom. I left the distressed rafters from the ceiling exposed and just refinished them. The original sliding barn doors have been replaced with new ones. Almost one whole wall houses my personal library. The only thing left to finish is the kitchen. The upper cabinets are in, but my only appliances are a refrigerator and microwave. So any real meals I eat come from the main house — my parents’ house. My plan is to use part of my summer vacation to finish it up.

 I look over at the bed. My subconscious must have taken over with that decision. Sterling is etched into the fiber of this place. Maybe that’s the reason I haven’t ever brought a woman to see this place before? Who knows? The subconscious is a tricky bitch.

 But the memories of that day and night are so vivid. It’s all flooding back now that she’s back.

I remember a buddy of mine had rushed me home my freshman year of college, making the two-and-a-half-hour drive from New Orleans in just under two. But I was too late. I wasn’t here when Levi took his last breath. Those few days are a blur. Everything is a blur until the moment I stood up at his funeral to speak; her green eyes were the only thing I saw, her whimpers the only ones I heard. I hadn’t expected her to be there. I hadn’t expected her to fly home from college to say goodbye to my brother, but she had. And I didn’t expect her to find me at my parents’ house after the funeral. I swear, there were hundreds of people there, and it was the loneliest day of my life. I had to get out of there and started walking. I’m not sure if it’s just me, but when I need to think, I tend to walk. That day, Sterling was by my side. We didn’t talk, roaming around the fields until we ended up at this old barn. It was the place that Levi and I escaped to. As little kids, we’d used it as a fort, a clubhouse. Later, it held our bikes and four wheelers.  

 I remember being embarrassed bringing Sterling inside. It was old and filled with our junk. The only place to even sit was an old, beat up sofa. We made good use of it, though.

 I’ve never been as unprepared for something as I was that day. Unprepared to put my brother in the ground, unprepared to lose my virginity, unprepared to let her walk away.

 I chuckle remembering exactly how unprepared I was when our naked bodies first touched. My brain thought “condom.” But I didn’t have one. My dick promised it’d pull out. But I had no idea the kind of willpower that would take. I swear to God, I had every intention of pulling out.

 I thought for sure that she’d kill me, and quickly launched into the lamest apology in the history of the universe. Just thinking about it makes me cringe. I was never so thankful for anything in my whole life as when she kissed me to shut me up, whispering she was on the pill.  

 Some might think it’s a dick move to be banging a girl the day you bury your twin brother. But it wasn’t like that at all. It wasn’t cheap. I didn’t think of it as a one-night stand, even though technically it was. It’s impossible to explain. It was us clinging onto life, onto each other. Emily Brontë wrote, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” And after that night, our souls have been forever linked.

 Every single second of that night is burned into my mind, my heart, my skin.

 After that night, we stayed in touch for a long time — email, phone calls. But we were thousands of miles apart. And our paths never crossed again. If I was at home on break, she wasn’t. It just seemed like it wasn’t meant to be. She is the one that got away. We never got our chance.

 Now she’s back, and she thinks we can be friends? I spent my entire childhood and teenage years being “friends” with her.

 She wants to be friends? That’s fine. I’ll be her friend. But I’ll be damned if that’s all I am.

 

 About the Author:

Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She’s got seven other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, The Reason for Me, and The Sex Bucket List. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.

 

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Ben Brahms shed his glasses, gangly body, and a life long pact to attend an Ivy League college with his best friend the day the world took on a sinister hue. With his outward appearance matching his new career as a Navy SEAL, Ben is saving the world…literally, at the expense of everything he gave up. A whole life.
Her.
Harper Rosehall honors the pact. She takes on, and then dominates college on the opposite coast. Always the geek, and always behind socially—especially with men, she blossoms. With her moral compass guiding her, she finds herself drawn back to San Diego and all she left behind.
Him.
With memories from their pasts haunting every interaction and decision in their present—and future, their timing never seems to be quite right.
A marriage.

A baby.

Nothing.
Some friendships last the test of time, can Ben and Harper’s stand the tests of life?

Life doesn’t care what you love, it takes it away anyways.


 

***Excerpt***

 
I repeat, “Tell me how you want it.”
With slow hands, she removes her dress, exposing her flawless skin inch by inch as she goes. “Any which way,” she says, meeting my eyes. Gone is any hesitation she’s ever had about our friendship and boundaries or even other relationships. No one else is in this room with us, despite the fact that there’s a bottle of Norah’s hand lotion on one nightstand. When she’s naked but for a pair of nude high heels, she draws nearer, eyes like sex shrouded missiles locked and aimed directly on me. My dick strains against my pants, and I readjust in a squat, grab move.
I still haven’t blinked, too afraid the mirage from my wildest fantasy might pop smoke and morph into a normal woman instead of the one I’ve wanted my entire life. Harper is standing so close in front of me I can smell her desire mixed with her perfume and the scent makes me delirious with lust. “No hands,” she says when I reach for her tiny waist. “Not yet,” she amends when my face falls.
“I never pinned you for a cock tease,” I admit, smirking. “How many years has it been?” I ask. “I take it back. You’re the cock tease president.”
She tells me how long it’s been. Down to the day, since the last time I was inside her, my mind and body being indoctrinated with the perfect balance of everything and nothing at the same exact time. I haven’t had her in that capacity ever again.
“I’ve wanted you every second since then,” I reply honestly.

 

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Rachel grew up in a small, quiet town full of loud talkers. Her words were always only loud on paper. She has been writing stories and creating characters for as long as she can remember. After living on the west coast for many years she recently moved to Virginia Beach, VA.
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Title: Swink

Series: Landry Family #5

Author: Adriana Locke

Genre: A Standalone Bad Boy / Good Girl Romance

Release Date: July 21, 2017


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I’m that guy.
Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damage, pampered meets punctured. 
So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feel like. I’m okay with being used because, from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks have never looked so good. 


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#1
“If I didn’t have to get up so damn early in the morning and head up north for a job, I’d be on my way over,” he promises.

“What would you do when you got here?”

It’s a loaded question, one that will only make it harder that he’s not here tonight. Not that he would be here all night anyway. He doesn’t sleep here. He won’t. He’ll come over, but I always wake up in my bed alone. 

“I’d hope you’d be wearing that yellow silk robe that isn’t long enough to cover your ass,” he says, a grit to his voice that’s as smooth as it is rough. It reminds me of his hands—soft enough to caress, yet coarse enough to cause my body to fire on all cylinders. “I’d find you standing in the kitchen, watching porn on your phone.”

“No, you wouldn’t!” I giggle. “I don’t watch porn on my phone.”

“This is my little fantasy,” he teases. “Don’t interrupt.”

“Fine. Continue on,” I say, propping one leg up on a neighboring chair. 

“I’d walk in behind you and almost lose it when I see you with your hand between your legs. Your head would fall back just a little as you moan like you do when you’re turned on. I’d wrap your hair, still wet from a shower, around my fist and tug your head back just a little more so I can bury my face in the crook of your neck.”

The whimper that passes my lips isn’t intentional, but I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to. The thought of his hands on my skin, his breath against my cheek, his cock rock hard and long against the small of my back, has me shifting in my seat. 

Lifting the hem of my floral-print dress, I move aside the lace of my panties and feel the heat and wetness radiating from between my legs.  

“I’d kiss you right behind the ear just so I could feel you shiver against me,” he breathes. “Smelling your vanilla perfume mixed with the scent of you all turned on would make me so fucking hard.”

“And me so wet,” I whisper. 

“I lay my hand over yours,” he continues, “my fingers holding yours in place. You breathe in, the top of your robe falling open so I can see those big, round titties swollen for me, wanting my mouth on them.”

“God, Dom,” I groan, spreading my legs a little wider. Flicking at my engorged clit, the sensation makes me gush a breath of pure need. 

“What are you doing right now?” he whispers. 

“Ah,” is my response as I roll the nub with my thumb, my eyes squeezed closed imagining it is Dominic’s hand on me and not mine.

“Are you touching yourself, Camilla?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Do you wish it were me?”

“Yes.”

“I’d shove your robe up, bend you over the table, and bury myself inside you so deep you almost can’t take it. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I almost moan. My back is now arched, my breathing heavy and panting, as I replay two days ago when his words tonight were almost a play-for-play.

“I love the way you squeeze around me. Your little pussy almost milks my cock, begs for it. Do you know that?”

My eyelids squeeze together harder, almost painfully hard, as I touch myself in just the right way. The burn begins low in my stomach, the rumble getting louder with each and every movement of my hand. 

The lace of my panties causes friction against the back of my palm, just another bit of sensation that sends me on a spiral higher and higher. 

“Think of how good it feels when I hit that spot in the back of your pussy,” he coaxes. “The way you let loose. How your legs shake as you flood my cock with so much fucking juice that it almost shoves me out of you.”

“Dom,” I utter through clenched teeth as the tremors of my orgasm start to hit me full-on. 

“You coming, baby? You coming thinking of me buried inside you?”

“Yessssss.”

My body hums at the imagery he’s painted for me, the thought of him doing all of those things sending me on a high that could only be topped if it were him doing them. 

Sucking in a breath, I hear him follow suit, as I whimper at the aftershocks of my climax. My legs relax, the riot in my stomach eases, as I let my head fall back with a contented, satisfied sigh. 

#2
He’s standing in the doorway, one hand on the sweatpants that hang just below his chiseled hips and the other leans on the frame. The tattoos that mark his flesh are vivid against his bare skin, making the blues of his eyes shine. 

He flashes a lopsided smile my way. “Took you long enough.”

“I don’t drive like a bat out of hell,” I laugh, stepping past him. “Did you shower already?”

“Yeah. I smelled like gym floors.”

“As long as you don’t smell like gym whores,” I say, setting the bags on the table in the kitchen.

His laugh is contagious and I feel myself smiling. A set of arms cage me in from behind, grasping the table on both sides of me. My skin breaks out in a shiver as his lips find the sensitive spot behind my ear. 

His face buries in the crook of my neck and he takes a long, leisurely breath. “You smell so good.”

“Keep doing that,” I say, relaxing my head onto his chest. 

“What?”

“Talking with your mouth against me.”

“You like this?” he asks all breathily so that each word whispers across my skin. 

My eyes fall closed as I relish in this moment of nothing but him. “No, I love this.”

“Can I tell you a little secret?”

“As long as you keep talking, you can tell me whatever you want.”

He chuckles, dotting kisses up and down my neck. “I love this too, feeling your body give up the fight of the day and let me take over.” He turns me in his arms so I’m facing him. “I love that you trust me enough to let your shoulders sink out of that perfect posture you walk around with.”

As he reaches up and undoes the elastic in my hair, I watch his features soften. He moves carefully, unwrapping the tie from the twisted mess in my locks, careful not to pull. 

“There,” he says, cupping the back of my head through my long tresses, “that’s better.”

“You don’t like my hair up?”

“Not like you had it. You look to lunching-y,” he says, wrinkling his nose. 

“Lunching-y?”

“Yes,” he grins. 

“You are too cute.”

“You are too fucking sexy.”

Reaching up, I swipe the pad of my thumb over the cut above his eye. He flinches, but just for a second. “What happened?”

“Bond’s right hand.”

“I hate him.”

“So do I,” he snickers. 

“Let’s get some ice for it.”

He leans in, his brows tugging together. “Let’s not.” His eyes hood as he takes me in, his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. My knees weaken, my body humming with delight at his reaction.

“I want to take care of you,” I whisper, although that’s really on the backburner now. “Let me baby you.”

Instead, he lifts me up and places me on the table. My stomach clenches as he positions himself between my thighs, my sundress curling at my waist. I ring my legs around him, pulling him so close that the soft cotton of his sweatpants rubs against my opening. 

He looks down. “You aren’t wearing panties.”

❤❤❤ Review By TashaM ❤❤❤

For anyone that has read this series knows how Brilliantly Adriana Locke pulls these stories Together. I love this series because of how Beautifully Written each story is written. Every single story is original and unique. You look forward to see where the next Landry leads you to and you are never disappointed. 

So Swink is about Camilla the youngest child in the family, ofcos we knew they were going to make her growing up and becoming a Woman difficult. Her brother’s adore her and therefore extra careful and Protective. Boy oh Boy was so much fun watching her grow, stand-up for herself and fight for her love and life. It’s pretty darn Amazing how strong and intelligent she is but even better when Dominic challenges her to grow a back bone and show the world what she is really made of. 
In life we need that person to stand up for us, stand with us, support and push us to become better ppl and that is exactly what Dom is. He has his own heartbreaking issues  but they handle together again very gracefully and Beautifully. After all she is a Landry they love Hard. 
Even though they come from two different worlds Cam and Dom know and see that yet they fight hard to be together and not let anyone or anything come between them. They are dreamy and Magical together. They meant for each other and you can see that on every single page. 
Their chemistry Of 100% on point and you feel the burn everytime they are together. I’m so glad Cam got a hero like Dom, really nobody else would fit her they way he does. 

As always the we meet new fantastic side characters and also get to catch up with the older characters that we now come to love. I’m really invested in this story and series. 
I’m thrilled to see where this goes next. And what. Journey Sienna takes us one. 
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BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE

By Vi Keeland

RELEASING JULY 17TH

 

BLURB

The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.

He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.

When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight—telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.

You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend–smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.  

He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he’d done.

Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.

Only it turned out, the man I’d just told off wasn’t the right guy.  

Oops. My mistake.  

Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.  

I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?

That’s what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning.

Well, hello Professor West, I’m your new teaching assistant.  

I’ll be working under you…figuratively speaking.

Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing—working under Professor West.

This was going to be interesting…

 

 

 

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The class was completely empty. I wasn’t even sure he knew I was still in my seat. If he did, he was good at ignoring me as he packed up his laptop.

“Contrary to the rumors you’ve probably heard, I don’t bite.”

I jumped when he spoke. Now that the lecture hall was no longer filled with students, the acoustics of the large space bounced his deep voice all over the walls.

I stood and began my walk of shame down to the front of the classroom. There was no doubt I owed the man an apology, even if he wasn’t a professor—a professor who would be my new boss for at least the next fifteen weeks. I wanted to kick myself in the ass for not apologizing last night before I left the bar. Now it would seem like I was only doing it because of the situation I was in.

Which was true, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t want it to seem that way.

I took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry about last night.”

His face was unreadable. “I figured you might be, right about now.”

“I obviously thought you were someone else.”

“So I assumed. You thought I was the asshole. The one with the big dick, was it?”

I shut my eyes. For the last ninety minutes, I’d replayed the entire exchange from last night over and over in my head. I thought I’d remembered everything I said, but apparently I hadn’t. When I reopened my eyes, Professor West was still watching me. His stare was pretty damn intense.

I started to babble. “My friend Ava went out with this guy Owen for a month or so. He was full of shit from day one, but she didn’t see it. Actually walked up to her when she was leaving work one night and said, ‘Do you mind if I walk you home? My mother always told me to follow my dreams.’ She fell for it, the entire act, from the first day. Then one Saturday, he was supposedly out of town on business, and she was across town running errands for her mother. She took a shortcut through Madison Square Park on her way back from the grocery store and ran into him. He was with his wife and kids.”

“And you thought I was him, apparently?”

I nodded. “She came in during my shift and started drinking Long Island iced teas. When Owen walked in, she pointed to where he was standing and said he was the one in the blue shirt.”

“And we were both wearing blue shirts, I take it?”

I couldn’t help but smile, thinking of Ava last night. “Actually, no. Ava’s not much of a drinker. Turned out she was more sloshed than I thought. Owen’s shirt was brown—not even black that could be mistaken as navy or something.”

I saw Professor West’s lip twitch.

“Anyway, I’m really sorry. I barely gave you a chance to speak, and then when I realized what had happened, I was so mortified I didn’t even stop to apologize.”

“I accept your apology for last night. Even though you shouldn’t be approaching a man in the hallway to tell him off alone, your intentions were admirable.”

I should have shut up and been grateful he’d accepted my apology. Should have. “Why can’t I approach a man in the hallway?”

He leveled me with a stare. “Because you’re five foot nothing in a loud bar, and no one would have heard you if I’d dragged you into the men’s room and locked the door.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “I can take care of myself.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t. I said you shouldn’t put yourself in those situations.”

“But you insinuated that I couldn’t by making that statement.”

He zipped his leather bag closed. “Ms. Martin, I just accepted your apology for calling me an asshole last night. Would you like me to retract that acceptance?”

God, I really was an idiot. Being around this man seemed to turn me into a psychopath. “No. I’m sorry. I acted like a jerk, and I’d like to start over, if that’s possible.”

He nodded. “Everything prior to this morning is forgotten.”

“Thank you.”

“But this morning is not. I won’t accept lateness. Don’t let it happen again.”

I swallowed. “It won’t.”

He lifted his worn, brown leather laptop bag over one shoulder. “Meet me here at five tomorrow. We’ll go over the syllabus and the classes you’ll teach, as well as my grading rubric.”

That was smack in the middle of my shift, but I’d figure something out. “Okay.”

“Are you done for the day?”

“I am. I actually have to get to work. I’m covering Ava’s shift because she isn’t feeling too well after last night. We both work at O’Leary’s.”

“You waitress there?”

“Waitress, bartend, occasionally tell off patrons.”

That earned me a full smile from Professor West. God, he should do that more often. No, forget that. He definitely shouldn’t.

“I’ll walk out with you.”

We walked through the halls together and out to the parking lot. When we arrived at my car, I stopped. “This is me. So…five o’clock tomorrow?”

Professor West looked at my beat-up old Subaru. “You’re parked in a spot reserved for the Provost. You got a parking ticket.” He squinted. “Actually, it looks like you have two parking tickets. Was your inspection expired or something?”

Crap. “Umm…no. I keep an extra ticket in the glove compartment and stick it on my windshield when I’m forced to park illegally.”

His brows shot up. “Inventive.”

“Obviously it doesn’t always work.”

“Obviously.”

“They need more parking. When you’re late, it’s impossible to find a spot.”

He studied me. “Lateness is a frequent occurrence for you, I take it?”

“Unfortunately, it is.”

“Then I should clarify something I said earlier.”

“Oh, no, that’s not necessary. I won’t be late for your class.”

He took a step closer and leaned in. “I’m glad to hear that, Ms. Martin. But that’s not what needs clarification.”

I swallowed. God, he smells good.

“Earlier I told you I didn’t bite students.” He smiled, and I felt the wickedness from it shoot down to some interesting places. “I don’t. But I make no promises about not biting feisty TAs.”

 

 

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Life on his ranch could be their future. If they can overcome their past.

 

Felicity’s life story reads like the script to a bad soap opera. Girl’s high-school boyfriend becomes a drug addict. Girl falls for boyfriend’s best friend. Girl leaves them both behind only to return home years later for murdered ex-boyfriend’s funeral. Now she’s back home in Montana, ready to start fresh. She’s got a long list of amends to make and relationships to rebuild, including one with the man who has owned her heart for sixteen years.

 

Silas doesn’t need much. He’s got a great horse, close friends and the Lucky Heart ranch, but something has always been missing. He’s not an idiot. He knows the missing piece is Felicity. And now that she’s returned to Prescott, he’s got a second chance to win her heart. This time, the only thing standing in his way is history. Drudging up the past is going to be about as painful as playing tug of war with barbed wire. But if they can heal old wounds, he’ll get the girl he should have had all along.

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Maddie’s rules for attending a work retreat:

1.Pack the right clothes. Especially extra underwear.


2.Don’t try to school your insanely hot boss on acceptable trust exercises.


3.Be prepared for the extracurricular ropes course.


4.Make sure there is a safety net when you fall, because you will fall hard

Gage doesn’t appreciate how hard it is to be his right hand woman—especially when I’m spending so much time with my own right hand, fantasizing about him. My demanding, control freak boss is testing all my limits, and I don’t know how long I can stay professional.

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He moved close to me, our bodies nearly touching. I kept my eyes on his chest as he gently draped one of the ties around me, cool and soft on the nape of my neck. The tiny hairs under my ears stood up at the feel of the silk sliding across my skin. Every sense I had was on high alert.
He smelled like fresh laundry, and a trace of something else lingered on his skin. It was almost like the scent of paper, or an overworked photocopier. I felt the heat from his hands close to my throat, and the hairs on his forearms tickled my collarbone for an infinitesimal moment.
My attention remained focused on the buttons of his shirt. I was very worried that if I met his gaze, my hyper awareness of him would shine out of my eyes like a flashlight.
“We’ll just leave this here for now,” he murmured, flicking one end of the tie against the underside of my chin. “Are you ready?”
Not even remotely.
I nodded mutely, but I let out a little gasp when his fingers touched my chin and tilted my face up. It was so tempting to screw my eyes shut, like a little girl trying to pretend that something didn’t exist if she couldn’t see it. I’d had plenty of practice with that before.
But he wouldn’t let me retreat. He looked at me directly and without guile, as usual. What was a little different this time, however, was the way his eyes darkened into stormy seas.
“Trust me.” His simple words wormed into my heart as his warm breath landed on my lips.
My voice cracked as I said, “Mister Gage.” It wasn’t an answer or a question, a protest or a plea. I honestly didn’t know what I wanted to say, and whatever was building in me halted as he lifted the other piece of fabric to my eyes.
He smoothed his thumbs across the strip of silk over my eyes, spreading out from the bridge of my nose to my temples. The tie was held firm between his fingers—those nimble fingers that paused in my hair briefly before they met again at the back of my head.
“Is that too tight?” he asked as he pulled the half-knot.
The sound of the silk rubbing against itself whispered in my ear. I shook my head. His hands clutched my hair and held me still.
“I’m not done.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he finished tying, pulling a few strands just enough to make me suck in a breath.
He froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” My nipples hardened into tight buds as his breath washed over my forehead. “I, uh, no,” I repeated.
Gage had never touched me this much in the whole time I’d been working with him. Just the memory of his hands in my hair was enough to make me wobbly in the knees.
He dragged his thumbs across my covered eyes again, like a parent wiping away their child’s tears. Tracing his index fingers lightly over my eyebrows, he made an indistinct but satisfied noise.
“I can’t see anything,” I complained.
I was so blind that I flinched when his mouth dipped to my ear. “Good,” he chuckled.
Reflexively I swayed toward him, like a flower toward the sun. He pressed his thumbs gently into my cheekbones, then his fingertips left a trail of fire down my jaw and neck. On the journey he slipped the other tie from where it dangled around my neck, and pressed it into my trembling hands.
“Tie me up,” he ordered in a low voice.
Yeah, those were words I definitely never expected to hear from my boss’s mouth.

 ❣❣❣❣ About The Author ❣❣❣❣

Nikky Kaye is almost my real name. I’m a former Film professor who likes more than her movies to be black and white. Sadly, the world doesn’t work that way. I have worked with movie stars, Ivy League brainiacs, and the United Nations—all of which means that I’m familiar with ass-kissing, power struggles, greed and faking it. In my spare time I parent 5 year-old twin boys, serve on the board of an independent cinema, and run a medical consulting company.

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SIX BROTHERS
EACH HOLDING A DIFFERENT BADGE OF THE LAW
EACH SWORN TO SERVE AND PROTECT
protection: a person or thing that prevents someone or something from suffering harm or injury
Sergeant Justin Cunningham just completed one of the most dangerous missions of his life, facing off with a notorious drug cartel. Blood was shed and sacrifices were made, but the risk had been worth it because there he found Selena Del Marco, the drug lord’s daughter, who possessed an endearing innocence that could not be tainted. 
Not even by the corruptive world she lived in. 
Trapped beneath her father’s iron fist for most of her life, Selena often dreamed of escape but would never attempt it for fear of his deadly wrath. After all, watching how her mother died would forever haunt her. 
However, her prayers were answered one fateful night and with it came freedom and protection. 
Now she can finally start building a life of her own, and as the days pass she longs for Justin to be a part of it. But right when things begin looking up, a new danger lurks, exposing a secret that will turn her newfound life upside down.

💙💚💙💚 Review By TashaM 💚💙💚💙

This being the 3rd book in the series it’s damn near phenomenal. I have loved every single minute Spent reading this beautiful story. 

It starts in such an Enthralling way and keeps you at the edge of your seat till the end. Selena and Justin meet under the worst circumstances and yet come out winners. Your heart will break so bad for and all that she has gone through. Lucky for this beautiful girl she has someone like Justin there to catch her when she has no one. Ofcos with Justin comes his Amazing family who we have all come to love and adore.
I can’t wait for the next book in this series cos I know it will be the best kind of Surprise. With plenty angst, heartbreaking scenes and even more Heart warming scenes you will end this book with a big smile on your face. Rest assured you cheeks will be on fire from the hot as fuck love making parts. Beautiful book with a beautiful message. 
Enjoy this Alpha Goodness!!!!!

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EXCERPT #1 
My shoulder hurts like hell but it’s worth the throbbing pain to finally hold her this close. I’ve been dying to do it since I found her in that filthy basement. I can’t explain it. The way she makes me feel inside. 
Something has shifted. 
Something that wasn’t there before. 
I’d been born with an instinct to protect but I’d never had a feeling quite like this. The irrefutable need to not only protect this beautiful, lost creature but claiming her seems almost as peril. It’s what had me leaping in front of that bullet to save her. It’s what has me desperate to hold her right now. Because if I look at those supple lips for another fucking minute, I’m going to possess them in a way that already scares the shit out of me. 
Selena pulls away to meet my gaze once more. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asks, dragging her fingers beneath her wet eyes. 
“I’m good,” I tell her and she smiles shyly.

 

That tug in my chest grows stronger, my cock twitching with the curl of her lips. The greedy bastard hasn’t let up either. Not since she was bent over me in a pool of my own blood, begging for me to hang on. She thought I was dying, I thought I’d died and gone straight to heaven. Now she’s sitting here in front of me, looking broken and lost and the only thing I can think of is burying myself so deep inside of her nothing bad can ever touch her again. 
“The nurse brought me some clean clothes earlier. Would it be okay if I took a shower?” 
“Yeah, do whatever you need to do. I’m not going anywhere.” 
She giggles and the sound trickles down my spine in a wave of heat. “I won’t be long,” she reassures me. “Do you need anything before I go?” 
I shake my head and, almost reluctantly, she eases from the bed. She retrieves the small plastic bag on the couch then walks into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. When I hear the water switch on, I sink down farther into the bed, exhaling loudly. 
Closing my eyes, I do my best not to think about Selena naked in the shower or the fact that she’ll be staying with me at the ranch. A knock sounds before Reid pokes his head inside. 
“Hey, I was hoping you would be awake. How’re you feeling?”
“Sore as fuck.” 
He walks closer to the bed, taking a seat next to me, looking tired and haggard. 
“How’s Cassidy?” 
He blows out a long breath, relaxing back in the chair. “She’s going to be okay. They’ll release her in a few days. Bodie came by to talk to her.” 
Bodie is Cassidy’s brother and Reid’s former best friend. They thought he was murdered six years ago but turns out he’d been hiding out in Mexico, working for the DEA and infiltrating Del Marco’s cartel. 
“How’d that go?” 
“I’m still pissed but I gotta find a way to make peace with this shit, for Cassidy at least.” 

“You’ll find a way.” 
“When are they letting you out?” 
“Sometime in the morning,” I answer. 
“You call Mom and Dad?” 
“Not yet. I’ll wait until I get home. If I call now she’ll be on the first flight out here.” 
He nods. “She’ll be pissed when she finds out later.” 
“I’ll deal with it. I got other shit to worry about. I’m taking her back to Pop’s with me.” 
“You think that’s a good idea?” he asks, eyeing me. 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 
“Well, for starters, she’s the drug lord’s stolen daughter.” 
“Dead drug lord.” 
“You really want to get technical right now? Not to mention, she’s only nineteen.” 
“What does her age have to do with it?” 
“Nothing. Listen, I just think you need to take a step back and look at this. You really have no idea the trauma she has been through and how much help she will need. Hell, you need all the help you can get right now, too. I just think you should tread carefully.” 
“You think I don’t know that?” I snap, my patience wearing thin. 
I see his point but I don’t care either. She needs help, and I want to be the one to give it to her. 
Reid stands up. “I’m just looking out for you, brother. Let me know when they release you.” 
I nod then he turns to leave. 

Once the door shuts, the bathroom door opens. “Is everything okay?” she asks. Her dark hair hangs loosely around her shoulders, damp from the shower. 
“Yeah, why?” 
“I thought I heard someone in here and you sounded upset.” 
“Reid stopped by, brother shit.” 
She nods. 
“I always wanted a brother or a sister,” she says sadly, sitting down in the chair next to me. “Is he your only sibling?” 
I shake my head. “Hardly, I have five brothers and a pain in the ass sister.” 
Selena beams, her smile making the room brighter. “I would love to hear about them.” She tucks her feet into the chair next to me, leaning in closer. 
Goddamn, that voice, soft and sweet, her sexy Spanish accent curling around every word. Her eyes are locked firmly on mine, and I suck back a shot of air, clenching the sheet covering me. I know I should listen to my brother. I should be careful with her, not only because of what she’s been through but because she’s so young and vulnerable, and far too pure for the likes of me, but I can’t let her go. 
And something in my chest tells me I never will. 

EXCERPT #2 
Placing my hand in the center of his stomach, a shiver races through me at the distinct contrast. He may be all hard planes and tight muscle but it’s encased in smooth, tan skin. 
Warmth.
My mouth waters to know what his skin tastes like because he always smells so incredible. 
Intoxicating. 
My mind swirls, his distinct manly scent bringing all my senses to life. I silently thank the heavens I’m not standing up; otherwise, I would fall flat on my face. Instead, my instincts take over. I lean forward, dropping a kiss right above the waistband of his jeans. I’ve never been so bold. 
Brazen. 
But he brings something out in me. Something I can’t describe much less comprehend. 
It only begs to feel. 
His abs tighten in response and I revel in the effect I have on him so I do it again. 
“Jesus, Selena,” he hisses, cradling the back of my head with his hands. “I can’t handle that mouth on me right now. Not when I want you this much.” 
“I want you, too,” I whisper. 
“It takes every ounce of control I have not to lay you down and find out just how deep I can bury myself inside of you. But I want your first time to be perfect.” 
“As long as it’s with you, it will be.” 
I gaze up at him, the power radiating off of his body is hot and thick, penetrating the air around us, but instead of being intimidated or afraid, I seek refuge in it. 
Crave it. 
This man. This powerful, beautiful man would never hurt me. I knew that the moment I met him. The moment that I looked into his soulful eyes. The moment he grabbed my hand and refused to let go. 
The rustle of fabric fills the room as he rids me of my dress and my bra before laying me back down. His mouth finds my chest once more, the center of my breast, moving down. 
Down. 
Until he’s found my bare calf. He kisses the skin there but I feel it everywhere. 
Between my legs. 
At my very core. 
Branding himself across my heart. 
Burrowing his essence into my soul. 
His lips move upward, toward the side of my knee. Each kiss singeing the edges of my self-control. Every action is measured and fluid as if he’s done this very thing a million times before. 
As if my body answers only to him. 
Then his mouth hovers right above my panties, his warm breath tickling my skin. “You smell so good. I could spend hours worshiping this body,” he says, dragging his hand up the outside of my thigh to splay across my hip. Lowering his head, his tongue darts out, dragging it right along the seam, driving me to the edge of insanity. 
Finally, he does what I long for him to do. Curling his fingers around my panties, he pulls them down then wads the scrap of fabric in his hands and brings it to his nose before winking at me and tucking them in his back pocket. My heart pounds wildly against my chest, the erotic act setting off fireworks in my blood. 
Then he slowly spreads me wide, placing his hands on my inner thighs to hold me open as his mouth covers me, his tongue dipping low to collect the very last of my inhibitions. My hands find purchase in his hair, fingers digging into his scalp in an effort to anchor myself, but it is no use, he sends me catapulting across the dark sky in a display of brilliant, fiery light. The universe no longer exists. 
Only us. 
This perfect moment. 

 

Dropping tiny kisses to my trembling thighs, he shifts to stand up and pulls his wallet from his back pocket, placing it on the bedside table. Then he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them off along with his underwear. His eyes stay locked on mine as he retrieves something from his wallet but I dare not look away to find out what it is. I don’t want anything to steal this moment. 
The only light in the room is the faint bedside lamp but it’s enough to define every angle and ridge, putting his raw beauty on full display. He’s breathtaking, muscles cording and constricting as he strokes himself, holding my gaze. I’ve never felt more beautiful, more desired than I do right now.