New Release ~ Best Friend’s Sister ~ by ~ Alexis Winter


Title: Best Friend’s Sister
Series: Slade Brothers Series
Author: Alexis Winter
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2020
Cover Design: Cosmic Covers

 

 

We weren’t destined to be together, in fact we were strictly forbidden.
The moment my eyes land on my brother’s best friend, my childhood crush comes flooding back.
If I was still the good little girl he remembered, I’d tell him exactly who I am.
Instead, I only have one thing on my mind—showing him exactly the kind of woman I’ve become.
I’ve screwed up so many times in my life, it’s starting to feel like it’s all I know how to do.
So what’s another notch in my belt of bad decisions.
Besides, I’m not looking for forever—just the one thing I never thought I’d get.
Him, for one night.
So after one delicious night of passion, I thought our fun was in the past…
Until I walk in to my brother’s apartment and meet his new roommate—Hudson Slade.
The look of shock doesn’t surprise me, but the regret in his eyes cuts deep.
Even more surprising, the way my heart skips when our eyes meet.
The one time in my life I make the right decision, and fall for the kind of guy I deserve, I’m still stuck with disappointment because the right choice means betraying my brother.
I’m not ready for this to end, I never will be.
This can only end in heartbreak—I know that.
Deep down, I think he does too.
He’s just not ready to admit it yet
But it’s better to jump from a sinking ship than to drown with it.

 

 

 
CHAPTER ONE — HUDSON

“It’s good to see ya,” Drake says as he pulls me in for a hug.

“Thanks for picking me up,” I reply, smacking him on the back as we pull apart.

He’s wearing a wide smile, dark eyes shining with the bright summer sun. “Of course. You didn’t think I’d leave my little brother stranded at the airport, did ya?” He picks up my military-issued duffle and tosses it into the back of his truck.

“Well, it was short notice.” I climb into the passenger seat.

He gets behind the wheel and twists the key in the ignition. “What’s your plans now that you’ve been honorably discharged?”

I take a deep breath and shrug. “No idea. I’ve been thinking about trying to get a job with the police or fire department.”

“You know you always have a place at the brewery,” he offers.

I nod. “I know, and I do plan on putting in some time there, but I need something with a little more…”

“Danger?” He laughs out.

I smirk. “I was thinking adventure.”

“Oh, right, right.” He nods along in agreement. “So, where ya staying?”

Again, I have absolutely nothing planned out. “I figured I’d just crash at the motel or something.”

“What? No way! You can stay at the house with me and Celeste.”

“You got the room?”

He nods. “Well, the spare bedroom is now Ty’s, but he usually sleeps in the bassinet in our room anyway. We can blow up an air mattress and throw it down on the floor.”

“How is my little nephew?” I ask, suddenly realizing how much I’ve missed. I’m the only single guy in the family now, and if it’s up to me, it will stay that way for a while. I need to learn to be on my own. I went from living at home with Dad to the military. I’ve never gotten the chance to be an adult.

“He’s good. Growing like a weed. In fact, you have a lot of new family to meet.”

“I know. I mean, I’m gone for a couple of years and the next thing I know, every single one of my brothers is reproducing. Even Wyatt. I never saw that coming.”

Drake laughs. “Yeah, neither did we. He was off the rails for a long time. But Destiny, she knows how to reel him in. So, you’ll stay with us?”

I nod. “Yeah, for a little while. Just until I find a place of my own.”

“You know, you could be like the rest of us and take your plot of land. Build something all your own.”

“I plan to…one of these days. Right now, I just want to relax, unwind, and enjoy catching up with some friends. I want to make sure I want to stay here. I mean, Wyatt went out and traveled the world. I haven’t seen anything worth seeing.” I saw a lot of shit I wish I didn’t though. Most of it still gives me nightmares. Hopefully, I can keep them at bay. 

He reaches over and pats my shoulder. “You can stay as long as you’d like. And Colton insisted on fixing up this old truck for Celeste, but she won’t drive the thing. You can use it until you find something else, if you want.”

I smile over at him. “Thanks, man. This was all so spur of the moment that I really haven’t had time to plan anything.”

“No need to thank me. I’m just glad to finally have you back home.”

The rest of the drive to his house is quiet. We talk here and there, but mostly, I just gaze out the window, noticing how much everything has changed since the last time I’ve been home. It seems like forever ago, even though it’s only been a few years. 

Drake points out Colton’s new house as we drive by, and he makes sure to show me the new addition to the brewery he’d built. He tells me about some of the business at the brewery, but to be honest, that never interested me much. Growing up and being the youngest, I spent a lot of my time at the brewery with Dad. The other guys had already chased off most of the babysitters that Dad had hired, so when it came to me and Wyatt, there wasn’t anyone around. Dad had no other option but to take us to work with him. I think I spent more time at that brewery than I did our house. The day I was finally old enough to be trusted to stay home alone was a day I celebrated. I never had the heart to argue with Dad about going to the brewery. It was his life’s work. He worked so hard and he was so proud of the company’s growth. And whether I like to admit it or not, I’ve always been the type of person who kept my feelings inside. I’m not into sharing my emotions. I’ve always wanted to do what’s been asked of me and do the right thing. My brothers have always called me a suck-up when it came to Dad and a pushover when it came to everyone else. I just don’t have it in me to fight and argue. You’ll win every time simply because I don’t have any interest in being right or winning.

When we pull into the drive, Celeste comes out holding a baby in her arms. She’s wearing a wide smile and waving, her blonde hair blowing in the light summer breeze. I’ve only met Celeste one time, but I remember her being kind and welcoming.

“Are you sure she’s not going to have a problem with this?” I ask, opening my door to climb out.

“Yes, it was her idea,” he says, stepping out and moving toward the back to get my bag.

The two of us walk up to the porch. Celeste quickly kisses Drake before moving over to me. She gives me a one-armed hug as she holds the baby with the other.

“It’s good to see you again,” she says, squeezing me tightly.

I hug her gently, afraid of hurting the baby in her arms. “It’s nice to see you again too. How have you been? How’s this little guy?” I take his small hand in mine and shake it gently back and forth. He offers up a toothless grin.

“Good, getting bigger every day. You guys hungry? Dinner is ready,” she says, looking between the two of us.

I nod. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten real food all day.”

We all move into the house where the kitchen table is already set for three. In the center is a platter that holds grilled chicken that looks to be smothered in garlic butter. The chicken sits on a bed of mushrooms and onions. There’s mashed potatoes, some fresh vegetables, and dinner rolls. Just smelling the food makes my mouth water. I can’t tell you the last time I was able to just sit down and eat good food with good company. 

Celeste goes to lay the baby down while Drake and I start making our plates.

“This all smells delicious,” I say, scooping out a big portion of mashed potatoes.

He laughs as he watches me. “Been a while since you ate real food, huh?”

“That’s okay, Hudson. You eat all that you can handle,” Celeste says, taking her seat between Drake and me.

I offer her a kind smile. “Thank you, Celeste.” I shoot Drake a look that causes him to laugh.

Once I have my plate made, I sit down and start eating. Being in the military, I’m used to scarfing it down. I’ve done it so long now that I don’t know how to eat at a normal pace anymore. When I look up, Celeste and Drake are both starting at me.

“What?” I ask, mouth full of food as I look down at my nearly empty plate and then to their full ones. “Oh, I forgot I’m not in the mess hall. Sorry.” I forced myself to swallow the food in my mouth.

Celeste, being the sweet, kindhearted woman she is, smiles sweetly. “You’re just fine, Hudson. I’m sure all you need is just time to adjust to this new life. What do you plan on doing next?” She places the smallest bit of chicken in her mouth. 

I wipe my mouth with the cloth napkin on my lap and take a drink of the beer I was given. I shrug. “I honestly have no idea just yet. I wasn’t exactly planning this. I mean, in a weird way, it feels like I just got out of high school and I’m trying to pick a path all over again. I never thought I’d be out of the military this early in my life.”

She nods, understanding. “Well, I’m sure Drake has something for you down at the brewery,” she mentions.

Drake speaks up. “I already offered. Hudson needs something a little more, what word did you use? Adventurous,” he says, the corners of his mouth lifting upward.

Celeste lets out a giggle. “I’m sure sitting behind a desk doesn’t seem like much fun compared to dodging bullets as they whiz by your head.”

“I’m just…very active. I’m not good when it comes to sitting down for a long period of time and having to concentrate on paperwork. In fact, I think I’m going to go for a jog. That was a long ride home. I can’t remember the last time I sat still this long. Thanks for dinner, Celeste. It was delicious,” I say, standing and pushing my chair back. 

I grab my bag out of the living room floor, and Drake points me in the direction of my room. I walk into the room and close the door behind me, breathing in a deep breath of relief. I look around the room to find everything set up for a nursery. There’s a crib, changing table, rocking chair, and more stuffed animals than any one kid needs. Looking around this room only confirms my thoughts. I shouldn’t be here. This is Drake’s life, his family. I need to find my own place, my own life. 

I quickly change into a pair of basketball shorts and tennis shoes. I hook up my wireless earbuds and slip in my armband, and loud music begins to blare. On the porch, I take a minute to stretch before pushing myself forward.

As I jog down the old gravel road, I start to relax. As my lungs work for oxygen, my heart beats faster and faster. This is how I like to live my life. Fast. Alone. Nothing is standing in my way, and I’m not standing in anyone else’s way. There’s no one to answer to. No one to worry about. It’s just me, the road, and the sound of my heart.

My first order of business will be to find myself a place to live. I don’t like bumming off my brothers. I don’t like feeling like I’m interrupting their lives. I need to find my own place, my own way.

A car speeds past me, and I don’t think anything of it until I see the car stop up ahead. I continue on with my jog until I come to a stop at the open passenger side window. I bend down, wondering if whoever is driving is okay.

“Hudson?” a guy’s voice asks. 

My eyes lock with Brad Olsen, an old pal of mine. I smile wide. “Hey, man! What have you been up to?”

He laughs as he throws the car in park and gets out. He heads around the front of the car where we meet for a handshake and a hug. 

“I can’t believe you’re back here! Where ya been? How’a been?” He runs his hand through his dark hair, pushing it away from his forehead.

I nod. “I’m good. I was just discharged, so I came back home to pick up where I left off. How about you? Last I heard from you, your mom was moving your family upstate.” That was when we were still in high school. I had no idea he’d moved back.

“I’m good,” he says, nodding his head. “I moved back a few months ago. Got a job at the brewery. I got an apartment in town. Where you staying?”

“I just got back today, so I’m crashing with my brother until I find a place.”

“I got an extra room if you want it. I’ve been looking for a roommate, but most of the guys I work with already have a place. I don’t know many people in town anymore.” He slides his hands into his jean pockets. The action only draws my attention to the fresh ink on his tanned arms.

I want to ask about them, but figure now isn’t the time. It seems that Brad has changed quite a bit over the years. The Brad I knew was a straight-A student. He didn’t have many friends and never got in trouble. He was in charge of all the academic clubs and always made honor roll. I thought he would’ve gone to college and been sitting at the top of a skyscraper by now, not standing in this small town, working for my brother, and covered in ink.

“Yeah? You care if I swing by tomorrow? Check it out?”

“Yeah, man. Absolutely. I work the midnight shift at the brewery, so you could swing by around three in the afternoon after I wake up?”

I smile and nod. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Let me get your number and I’ll text you the address.”

We quickly exchange numbers before we go our separate ways. I turn around and jog back to Drake’s as he climbs behind the wheel and heads toward town.

It’s going on eight when I make it back. The house is quiet, with the two of them cuddled up on the couch. Drake asks if I want to join them to watch TV, but I turn them down, opting to take a shower to get out of the house for a little while. As long as I’m staying here, I’m going to try to be as scarce as possible. I don’t want to cramp their style. The less they see of me, the better.

I shower quickly, then pull on a pair of jeans, my boots, and an old fitted T-shirt before climbing behind the wheel of the beat-up truck. The engine turns over with the first try, the roar cutting through the silence of the evening. I pray that the loud motor doesn’t wake the baby, so I back out of the drive as fast as possible.

I roll the windows down and let the country air blow through the cab of the truck. With every bump of the gravel road, the body squeaks and squeals. The scent of honeysuckle fills my nose, mixing with the smell of the dry earth and sunbaked asphalt.

I drive through town and find nowhere to go other than a bar. With it being a Friday night, there are already several cars in the parking lot. I pull up to the side of the building and climb out, heading inside. The sound of loud country music fills my ears as I walk in. The smell of stale beer washes over me. I take in the place, noticing a few guys playing pool in the back, a couple of people sitting at the tables around the room, and a few older men sitting at the bar. 

I take a seat by myself and order a beer to kill some time. I was hoping to run into some old friends, but it doesn’t seem like many are left. Most of them went away to college and I can only assume that once they finished, they moved on to bigger cities for their dream career or to start a family of their own. Sitting alone makes me wish that I’d asked Brad to join me, but I’m sure he probably has to work tonight.

I sit and drink beer after beer, randomly talking to the men at the bar and, sometimes, the bartender when she throws in her two cents. There’s no serious talk. It’s all just random shit about the town or the shape of the economy and the state of our county. The place never fills up, but I keep an eye on the door, watching as people go in and out. 

I can’t help but notice when a woman walks in. I’ve never seen her before, but when my eyes meet hers, something familiar I can’t place washes over me. She’s tall and thin. She has dark hair that’s stick straight and hangs down to her round ass. Her dark eyes are almond-shaped, and her plump lips turn up into a grin as she takes me in. 

My eyes travel from her tanned legs to her big tits, which she’s managed to trap under her tight white tank top. She comes to a stop beside me, setting her purse on the bar as she digs out some money while ordering a drink. When the bartender comes back with a pink drink, I slide a twenty over to her.

“It’s on me.”

The woman at my side smiles. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” I nod my head in her direction. I turn my attention back to the beer in my hand and tip it back, taking a long drink.

She scoots over, taking the empty barstool between us. “I’m Danielle,” she says, holding out her hand.

“I’m Hudson.” I shake her hand and the moment we touch, every hair on my body stands on end. “You from around here?”

She shakes her head. “Nah, I live in Denver. I just graduated college. I’m just here spending the summer with some family before real life kicks in.” She offers up a smile of her perfectly straight, white teeth. Her lips are painted a deep red, making her teeth sparkle that much more. “What about you?”

“I was born and raised here. I managed to get out for a few years. I was in the military. But I’ve been discharged and just got back today.”

“Mmm, I’ve always loved a man in a uniform,” she says, running the tips of her fingers around the rim of her glass.

She’s flirting with me, and it makes my dick harden. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman—at least six months since the last random fling I had back in Germany. I wish I had a place to take her to, but it’s not like I have my own apartment yet. 

“Wanna dance?” she asks, looking at me from beneath her long, dark eyelashes.

I down the rest of my beer and stand up, holding out my arm for her. She slips her arm around mine and follows as I lead her to the dance floor. The song is soft and slow as I spin her around to face me. She lands perfectly in my arms and I pull her close. Her big tits press against my chest, and I breathe in her scent of jasmine and vanilla.

She wraps her arms around my neck and her breath blows across my neck, only teasing me more. Every muscle in my body hardens as I try to hold off the flood of need and want that holding her brings on. It’s been so long, I would fuck her in the bathroom if she’d let me. With that thought, my dick twitches.

Her eyes widen and leap up to mine. She must have felt me harden against her. Her tongue comes out, wetting her bottom lip. “Wanna go someplace little more quiet? Just the two of us?” Her fingers thread into the back of my hair. Her touch is so soft, my eyes want to flutter closed.

“I just got into town. I don’t have a place yet,” I say, wanting to kick myself for letting Drake talk me out of getting that motel room.

Without warning, she presses her lips to mine, her tongue coming out and pushing its way into my mouth. My eyes close as my hands pull her closer. She kisses me fast and hard, one hand tugging at my hair while the other falls down between us, fisting around my shirt.

My hands move from her hips around to her ass, which I squeeze. She lets out a gasp before pulling away.

“You drive here?”

I’m breathless from our kiss but I nod.

She flashes a teasing smile. “Then let’s go.”

CHAPTER TWO — DEVEN
The moment I walk into the bar, my eyes land on Hudson Slade—a guy I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember. He and my brother were the best of friends back in high school, back before Mama moved us to Denver. I was only a little girl then, someone that wasn’t even on Hudson Slade’s radar. It’s easy to see that he doesn’t recognize me. If he does, he doesn’t let on. Instead of telling him my first name, I give him my middle name and he seems to accept it. I know that if I tell him my first name, he’ll place me in a heartbeat. Not many girls have the name Deven. I don’t know if he and my brother are still close, but I know he won’t ever go for his old friend’s little sister.

But it’s not like I’m expecting a lifelong relationship here either. I just want the one thing I never thought I’d get. Him, for one night. It’s been years since we’d seen one another, and I grew up a lot in that time. I’m no longer the geeky little girl with braces and Coke-bottle glasses. My ugly duckling phase is over, and it seems like Hudson is turned on by the swan I’ve become. If I was still the good little girl he remembered, I’d insist on a real date: dinner, dancing, a bed. But I’m not that good little girl anymore. I’m an adult now. I’ve had more boyfriends than I can keep track of and more hook-ups than I should be willing to admit. Leading him out to the parking lot, I only have one thing on my mind: showing him what I’ve become.

He seems to pick up on where I’m going. He tugs my hand, spinning me around to face him. In the same second, he pulls me to his chest, his mouth finding mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him hard and fast, blind passion boiling between us. His strong hands find my hips, and he picks me up against him where my legs wrap around his waist. He presses my back to the cool metal truck door, giving his hands the chance to tour my body.

The side of the bar doesn’t have any lights, so it’s rather dark compared to the front of the building. There’s only a little light that makes it to the far back corner, just enough to give a little glimpse here and there. But with his mouth on mine and his hands touching my body, I couldn’t force my eyes open if I wanted to. Hudson Slade was the sexiest guy I’d ever laid eyes on, and time has only intensified his good looks. His dark hair is kept shorter than he used to keep it, but I’m sure that’s more about the military than his personal preference. He’s tall and thin, but rock hard, his biceps nearly the size of my thighs. And they’re covered in black and gray ink. His face, that’s what’s always gets me though. His eyes are blue, the bluest blue I’ve ever seen. They’re like ice water on a hot summer day. His angular jaw has a five o’clock shadow that gives me goosebumps when it scrapes against my soft skin. Hudson Slade has always been untouchable to me, and just knowing that he’s soon going to slide into me makes me want to come undone with the slightest touch.

He opens the passenger side door of the truck and lowers me on the seat with him between my legs. His hand slides up my inner thigh, making me call out. My hands find the hem of his shirt, and I pull it up his chest. He breaks our kiss for a moment, just long enough to pull the shirt off and toss it into the footwell, then his mouth is back on mine. 

As his hand climbs higher up my thigh, I pull my tank top over my head. Our kiss slows and breaks completely. He watches with fire in his eyes as I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. He swallows, causing his Adam’s apple to bob in his throat. He wets his lips, and without warning, he moves in, capturing my nipple in his mouth.

My head falls back as a moan leaves my lips. He sucks my nipple before flicking his tongue against it. While his mouth stays busy on my breast, his hand moves up, finding my panties and pulling them down my legs. I lift my hips up, allowing him to slide them off me. He tosses them into the floor next to the rest of our clothing.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, breathless, enjoying the way his mouth works.

He pulls away completely and reaches behind him for his wallet. Seconds later, he’s taking out the foil packet and tossing his wallet onto the dash. After checking around us, he unbuttons his jeans and lowers his fly. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he removes the condom and pushes his jeans past his hips. His long, thick cock springs free.

My muscles tighten in anticipation as I watch him roll the condom over his length. Seconds later, his hands are back on my hips, pulling me to the edge of the seat. My skirt slides up to my waist as he positions himself at my entrance. With his mouth on mine, he pushes into me, making me gasp at the pain and the pleasure that surges through my body. He lets out the softest of moans into my mouth before sliding out and pushing back in.

With each thrust, I get closer and closer to my release. Every time he pushes into me, he uses more force. My arms, which are stretched out behind me, supporting me, give out and I have no choice but to lay back in the seat as he claims my body. Waves of pleasure wash over me, lighting my body on fire and causing tingles to spread over me. I tighten around him and he doubles his efforts, pushing me over the edge. My release hits me like a brick wall. I crumble and give in to the pleasure coursing through my veins. I can’t do anything but hang on for dear life as I ride out every last wave of my release.

He pulls out of me quickly and for a moment, I’m worried that our time is over, but then he flips me over so I’m bent over the seat with my feet on the ground and he slides back into me, claiming me in a whole different way. I call out his name. In this position, he seems even bigger than before. He thrusts into me forcefully, never slowing or easing off. Before I know it, I’m coming undone again. He lets out a deep moan as his hips become more erratic, less precise. With one last grunt, his hips come to a stop and he bends over and rests his head against my back to catch his breath.

I’m completely breathless, my heart pounding a million times a minute. I can’t move, can’t feel my toes. It feels like every hair on my body is standing on end, like every nerve ending is tingling and vibrating. Without warning, he removes himself from me. I feel cold and empty without him, and a little sad that our one night together is over. I pull my skirt back down into its rightful place as I watch him remove the condom. He tosses it into a trash can at the corner of the building before replacing his clothes.

I pull on my bra and tank top as he turns to face me.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asks, grabbing his wallet off the dash and sliding it back into his pocket.

“No, I have my car here,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around myself. I suddenly feel a chill as the summer breeze blows against my sweaty skin.

He nods once. “Okay, well, I should get going. It’s getting late, and I’m crashing at my brother’s. I don’t want to come in late and wake them up.”

“Okay,” I say, nodding my head the same way he is. Things feel awkward now. I wonder if he’s realizing who I really am.

“Thanks for the good time. I hope we run into one another again in the future.”

I force a smile onto my face. “Me too,” I reply, backing away from his truck, toward the front of the building where I parked my car.

I turn around to make the journey a little quicker, and I hear his loud truck start up, the roar of the engine cutting into the quiet night. I suddenly realize that I’m not wearing my underwear, but when I look up, he’s turning out of the parking lot. I guess I’ll never get those back.

***

I wake in the morning when Brad makes it home from work. He walks into the apartment and slams the door closed behind him. I’m asleep on the couch, so I jump awake.

“What the hell, man,” I mumble as I rub my hands over my face.

He looks down at me on the couch and then to his watch. “It’s going on seven. Why are you still in bed? I thought we had an agreement?”

“I know, I know. I was just up late. I have my alarm set for seven-thirty,” I promise. “I’m going job hunting today.”

He snorts. “I hope so. I can barely support myself, let alone you too. You want to crash here, you’re going to have to help out with the rent.”

“I know. We already talked about this, remember?” I roll my eyes as I swing my feet off the couch and onto the floor.

“I may have a roommate. He’s coming to check out the place this afternoon, so get your shit out of there, will ya?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble, pushing myself up from the couch and heading for the bathroom.

I quickly take a shower and get out before Brad comes banging on the door. He works midnights at the brewery, and he always comes home in the mornings, eats breakfast, then takes a shower before going to bed. I know me taking a morning shower could really interfere with his routine, and I’ve listened to him bitch enough lately. 

I wrap myself in a towel and head to the guest bedroom to get dressed and fix my hair and makeup for the day. I hate job hunting, but Brad is right. He can barely afford this place on his own, and I’m an adult now. I shouldn’t expect him to take care of me. I’ll find a job and help pull my weight around here until I have enough saved up to get a place of my own. I just need a little time, that’s all.

I dress in a pair of skinny jeans and pull on a brown pair of knee-high boots. It’s probably way too hot out for jeans and boots, but I don’t think going job hunting in a pair of cut off jean shorts will help me land a job. I find a cute short-sleeved top and pull it on before checking myself over one more time. I add a little makeup, but not a lot. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.

By the time I’m leaving the apartment, Brad is already in bed and the place is dead quiet. I close the door behind me as silently as I can before rushing down the stairs to my car. When I start my car, I see that I only have a quarter of a tank of gas left. I open my purse and dig out my wallet, finding fifteen dollars and sixty-four cents. That’s all the money I have.

I let out a long breath and shift into drive to hit up the gas station. I put ten dollars worth of gas in my tank, leaving me with five dollars and sixty-four cents for breakfast. I know the diner will cost more than what I have, so I settle with a small cup of gas station coffee and a sleeve of mini donuts. After everything is paid for, I have exactly twenty-three cents to my name. I climb back behind the wheel and drop the change into the cup holder. 

I pick up my phone, thankful that the bill was just paid, and start looking for any place in town that may be hiring. As I scroll, I sip my coffee and nibble on my donuts. A car pulls up behind me and honks their horn, suddenly reminding me that I’m still parked at the gas pump. “Okay, sorry,” I mumble, even though I know they can’t hear me. I drop my phone into my lap and start up the car to pull away from the pump.

I drive down Main Street, looking at all the businesses. I decide to just pull over and inside to ask if they’re hiring or if I can fill out an application. I pull to the side of the road and finish up my breakfast before getting out and going into the nearest business.

I spend my morning walking up and down Main Street. I fill out application after application, talking with managers and business owners. All of them promise to call as soon as they have something come up, but nobody is in need of help right now. I feel dejected as I’m walking back to the car down the street. When I look up, I notice a little boutique that I haven’t been in yet. The store looks cute with its dressed-up mannequins in the window. On the other side of the door is another window that holds a big table full of sparkling jewelry. This looks like the perfect place for me.

I look both ways before crossing the street and heading inside the boutique.

“Welcome to Destiny’s Boutique,” a little blonde says from behind the register. 

I smile and head for the counter, noticing that the woman behind the register is holding a baby to her chest. “Aw, how cute!”

She smiles. “Thanks, he just fell asleep. Let me lay him down and I’ll be right with you.”

“Take your time,” I tell her, moving down the counter to look at the racks of earrings.

Everything in this little store is adorable. There’s jewelry, shoes, purses, perfume, candles, and clothes. I wish I had my own store like this. I want to laugh at that thought. Maybe I’ll open one with the few cents I threw in my cup holder.

“How can I help you?” she asks, moving back to the register. “Are you looking for anything specific?”

“Yes, actually,” I say, heading back her way to stand directly in front of her. “I’m looking for a job. You wouldn’t happen to be hiring, would you?”

“Actually, I was just about to start looking. One of my girls had to leave, and I’m looking for fill her position. Have you ever worked at a clothing store before?”

I nod. “I’ve worked at a few stores in the mall back in Denver.”

“Denver? Are you planning on staying here a while?”

I nod again. “Yeah, I recently made the move here. I’m staying with my brother right now, but I’m wanting to get my own place…sooner rather than later.”

She holds out her hand. “I’m Destiny. This is my place.”

I shake her hand. “I’m Deven. It’s nice to meet you. I’m really loving your store.” I look around at all the cute clothes I wish I could buy.

She smiles sweetly. “Thank you. Would you like to come back to my office and we can have an impromptu interview?”

“Yes, thank you,” I say, following her back to her office where the baby is asleep.

“Don’t worry, he’s a deep sleeper. You have any kids?”

I shake my head. “No, no kids.”

“Married?” she asks.

“Nope, not that either.” I laugh out.

“Boyfriend?”

I press my lips together. “I hope this isn’t me failing your quiz,” I joke.

She laughs. “Not at all. I was just trying to determine how busy you are. Most people who have kids or are married prefer to work only Monday through Friday only so that they can enjoy a little time with their loved ones on the weekends.”

“I will take anything you have open. I’ll work nights, weekends, it doesn’t matter. I just really need a job.”

She smiles and holds out her hand. “You’re hired.”

I smile wide. “Really?” I ask, lifting my hand to shake.

“Really. Can you start right now? I can walk you through the register.”

“Yes, please,” I say, standing back up to follow after her.

I notice an envelope on her desk that reads: Destiny Slade. I can’t hold back my burning questions. “Are you related to Hudson Slade?”

She nods. “That’s my brother-in-law. How do you know him?” she asks, glancing back at me as she heads toward the register.

“Oh, he and my brother used to be really good friends back in high school. Which one are you with?”

“Wyatt,” she answers.

I nod. “I was so young, I barely remember Hudson,” I lie. “I never met any of his brothers.”

“How old are you?” she asks.

“Eighteen. I just graduated high school in Denver.”

“Any plans for college?” 

I shrug. “I still haven’t made up my mind yet. I can’t really afford it right now, and I don’t want to worry about student loans. If anything, I might pick up some online classes or something until I make my decision.”

The rest of the day, Destiny walks me through using the register and how to open and close the store. We talk and get to know one another throughout the day. She’s super nice, friendly, and funny, and I can easily see myself becoming good friends with her. The store closes up at five, and she walks me through everything that needs to be done before giving me a key to open in the morning.

I get back to the apartment around five-thirty. I open the door and rush inside. “I got a job!” I cheer.

Brad is sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand. Another guy, I’m assuming the friend who’s looking at the apartment, is sitting in the chair with his back to me.

Brad’s eyes stretch wide. “What? That’s great news! Where at?” He rushes up to hug me. 

“Destiny’s Boutique,” I answer, hugging him back.

When he pulls away, he says, “Dev, this is my friend, Hudson. You remember him, right?” He points toward the man, and he turns his upper body around to see me.

I’m face to face with Hudson Slade. His blue eyes stretch wide and his jaw drops as he looks over at me. I watch as his eyes take me in from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Finally, he stands and moves to Brad’s side. “This is Deven? Your little sister?” he asks, eyes bouncing back and forth between me and Brad while his index finger stays pointed at me.

Brad smiles. “Yeah, it’s been a while, I know. She’s really grown up, hasn’t she?” Brad puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his side. “She just graduated high school and moved here to be with her big brother.”

“High school…” Hudson says, eyebrows skyrocketing. He holds out his hand to shake, a little smirk playing on his lips.

“Good to see you again,” I say with a knowing smile as I reach out and shake his hand.

He shakes his head so lightly that only I see it, and he lets out a little puff of air as the corners of his mouth stay turned up. “Yeah, you too. It’s been a long time. I didn’t even recognize you.”

“Hey, let’s celebrate. How about some pizza and beer?” Brad offers. He nudges my side. “As long as you won’t tell Mom that I’m letting you have a beer.”

I scoff, my eyes never leaving Hudson and his never leaving me. “I don’t even talk to Mom,” I reply.

“Good. I’ll be right back. Hudson, you good?” he asks as he starts to turn for the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Hudson says, finally forcing his eyes off of me.

Brad walks out and leaves the two of us alone. You could cut the tension between us with a knife. He watches as I slowly walk around the chair and sit on the couch. Slowly, he sits back down in the chair.

“Danielle, huh?” he asks, brows drawn together in anger or annoyance.

“Deven Danielle,” I say, trying to prove to him that I wasn’t exactly lying.

“Did you know who I was last night?”

This time, I do lie. “I knew you looked familiar, but I couldn’t place you. It wasn’t until later when I connected the dots.”

“And you haven’t told your brother?”

“Tell my brother that his eighteen-year-old sister has a fake ID that I used to get into a bar and then to fuck his friend? No, that must have slipped my mind.” I roll my eyes. How stupid does he think I am?

“Good. He can never know.” His eyes are wide. “Understood?”

I nod once. “Agreed.”

There’s a long silence between us for a couple of minutes. Finally, I feel so awkward, I have to break it. “So, you’re moving in here too?”

“Too?” he asks, eyes bouncing back up to me, surprise filling them. “You live here?” He points at the floor.

I shrug. “Well, I’m staying here for the time being. Just until I have enough money saved up to get my own place. Brad kind of saved me when I got kicked out of our mom’s boyfriend’s house.”

He hangs his head, shaking it as he rubs his eyes. “This is just fucking great,” he says under his breath.

“What is?”

“You. Me. Both of us living here with this huge secret between us.” He balls his hands into fists, causing his knuckles to crack. “He’s going to find out, you know?”

I laugh. “How’s he going to find out? I’m not saying anything. You’re not saying anything.”

“I’m going to have a guilty look on my face every time you walk into the room.”

I shake my head. “Oh, come on. What’s to feel guilty about? I’m legal. It was consensual. Nothing has been broken here. It’s not like you were my first.” I flash him a quick smile. “You were my favorite though. I can’t wait until we do it again.” I’m only teasing him, partly. 

He jumps up and paces the floor. “Oh, no! It can never happen again.”

“Why not? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

He scoffs. “Of course I enjoyed myself.” He comes to a stop as he slides his hands into his jean pockets. “You’re…I mean, look at you.” He pulls one hand out and gestures toward me. “Any guy would be lucky to have a night alone with you. But me…us, it can’t happen again.” He shakes his head just as Brad walks back in with a box of pizza and a six pack of beer.

“Time to eat,” he says, passing us to head to the kitchen to set everything down.

I get up and walk past Hudson, shaking my ass a little more than necessary. I open the box and grab a slice of pizza. I take a bite and let out a long moan as the cheese pulls into strings from my mouth to the slice in my hand. I look over at Hudson and his eyes grow in size as he watches me.

I set the pizza down onto a paper plate that Brad hands me and grab a beer. I twist off the top and take a long drink from the bottle. When I look back at Hudson, he’s swallowing something down, his Adam’s apple bobbing in this throat.

“Help yourself, man,” Brad says, stepping past him and taking his plate and beer to the living room.

The three of us all sit in the living room, watching TV and talking while we eat. Brad and Hudson have a lot to catch up on, and I sit back and listen as they talk about what each of them have been doing since they last saw one another. Hudson tells us about his time in the army, and Brad tells Hudson about living in Denver, finishing school, our dad passing away, and having to stick around to support Mama and me until she ended up with the loser boyfriend she has now—the one that kicked me out.

As their conversation comes to an end, I look up at Hudson. “So, you have a girlfriend?” I ask, putting him on the spot.

He looks like a deer in the headlights. “Oh, ummmm, no. No girlfriend. I haven’t been home long enough for all that.”

“Shit, man. All you gotta do is say the word and I can hook you up. There’s plenty of single women that work at the brewery with me,” Brad states.

I watch Hudson closely. He looks at me then back at Brad. “Nah, I’m good, man. Thanks. I think, right now, I need to get my life in order before I bring anyone else into it.”

Brad nods. “Alright. Just say the word when you’re ready. I can have them lined up outside the door.”

I stand up. “Think I’m going to call it a night. Gotta open the store tomorrow.” I dispose of my trash in the kitchen trash can before heading for the bathroom to shower. Now that the guest bedroom is going to be occupied, I’ll have to sleep on the couch. I hope that they clear out of the living room soon. I really do need some sleep. I haven’t had to get up early since I lived back at Mama’s. I have a feeling my life is about to change in more ways than one.
 

 

Alexis Winter is a contemporary romance author who loves to share her steamy stories with the world. She specializes in billionaires, alpha males and the women they love.
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New Release ~ Wild Distortion ~ by ~ Tina Saxon

 

Wild Distortion by Tina Saxon is now live!

 

In paradise, nothing is as it seems.

Ryker

Coach gave me three rules. Train. Stay focused. Stay away from women. After being suspended from three NFL games, I was exiled to a remote island to stay out of the press.

One sight of the island beauty and I knew I was doomed to fail.

She’s the girl from the island.
Her eyes the color of whiskey and her lips, the taste of sugar. She’s all of my addictions rolled up in one hot body. What’s wrong with having a little tryst while on a mini-vacation?

Except addictions are hard to quit.

Aspen

He made me fall in love with him and then left me broken-hearted. My prison was his fantasy. But he wanted to see me again. He offered me something I couldn’t resist. A chance to leave the island.

I should have never gone to New York City. I was a stranger in his world, but secrets about a past I never knew lurked in the shadows threatening to unravel my life. I thought I left the mysteries of the island at home. I didn’t know I was one of them.

I’m the girl from the island.
And I was found dead twenty-four years ago.

 

 

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Tina Saxon lives in Dallas, Texas, with her husband and two kids. She’s not afraid to try new things because it’s outside the box of typical housewife. CEO of her home is by far the most rewarding job she has ever had. Her jobs include, but are not limited to, seamstress, carpenter, craft extraordinaire, PTA President, chauffeur, dance mom, mediator–of mentioned kids–and author. Once upon a time she was a Financial Analyst but traded budgets and forecasts in for diapers and bottles. The former was definitely easier but the latter more fulfilling.

Tina’s love for reading surged into her passion for writing. Wanting to bring the reader an intriguing story that’s hard to put down with steamy love scenes that heat you up, she’s always thinking of the perfect way to take you down that path.

 

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New Release ~ The Initiation ~ by ~ Elena Monroe

Title: The Initiation
Series: The 4Horsemen #1
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Dark New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2020
Blurb
The seals have
been revealed and God’s judgments on the earth is in. The Clave is here to
deliver the news.
ABIGAIL
LA wasn’t home… just
home for now.
Transplanted here to
model I learned Hollywood isn’t where dreams survive the harsh reality of
millions all sharing that same dream.
Executive assistant
is who I am now.
Slave.
Hollywood’s darling
took a liking to me. One not easily ignored when they give you a taste of the
high life. 
I was supposed to
give up hope and give in to LA’s bad reputation but I had rules. 
Well, just
one: read the rules before you break them.
Unwilling to abandon
all my morals, the filter came off my life to see the world I was one foot in
was invitation only…
GRIMM
I’m not sure I was
ever really Jason.
Whoever he was, was
a distant memory now.
Grimm is who I am
now.
Death.
I abandoned my birth
name, companionship, happiness that wasn’t shaped like Xanax all because I was
expected to be the kind of elite that pulls the strings.
Pull the strings but
follow the rules. 
No distractions.
No serious
relationships.
Keep what we do
secret.
Born into a rite I
didn’t ask for, a society of puppeteers.
An invitation I
marked not attending…
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Excerpt
 
We were all related
to monsters. 
All heir to corrupt
kingdoms.
Forced to uphold
some delusion that we are doing God’s will by ridding the world of the bad
people when we should be included in that kind of purge. 
“It’s down to the
right. There’s a bunker. That’s where they keep the sacrifices,” I was finally
tired of wondering around when I knew exactly where to go.
I found them by
mistake one year when I was ten, back when inviting your whole family was more
common. They expected everyone to be present even if you weren’t weilding a
musket and shooting real people down. 
The four of us used
to play hide and seek on the grounds just to keep ourselves entertained. I
always had the best hiding places, this was our vacation home when it wasn’t
being used for some ceremony the Clave hosted. 
I was ten years old
when I found people in cages in the bunker we were told to stay away from. They
were all dugged, out of it like they were dreaming with their eyes open. I
envied them. Dreaming with your eyes wide open seemed like the perfect antidote
to life, too bad that kind of safety only came before you died.
It wasn’t until my
first attendance I realized these people weren’t lucky at all. They were bait,
aggression running wild, enemies of the Clave that we hunted for sport. 
None of them were
going to survive – the least we could do was let them dream with their eyes
wide open.
 
 
 
Author Bio
Elena Monroe
grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories
were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each
emotion, each character’s name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting
what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a
toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.
Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art.
Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in
Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.

Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at
@elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!

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New Release ~ The Bachelor Duke ~ by ~ Cecilia Rene


Title: The Bachelor Duke
Series: The Bachelor Series
Author: Cecilia Rene
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: July 25, 2020
The Bachelor Duke meets a beautiful, curvaceous lady.
 
Remington Warren, The Duke of Karrington, lives his life by the name society has thrust upon him. Having witnessed cruelty against the fairer sex with his own eyes, he vows never to marry to prevent himself from becoming like the monster who raised him. After ten years of being The Bachelor Duke, his life is irrevocably changed when he sees Lady Olivia St. John across the ballroom floor.
 
Having lived a sheltered, pampered life, surrounded by her loving family, Lady Olivia St. John longs to know passion and love. She is beautiful, bold, and has a rather large dowry. According to society, she would be a diamond in the first water of this season if it wasn’t for her one flaw.
Will she find all she longs for and more in the arms of The Bachelor Duke, or will heartbreak be her demise?

The music began, and his gaze never left Lady Olivia’s. He placed his hand on top of hers. The same feelings he had the last time he danced with her washed over him, causing him to curse himself for even trying to stay away. Her touch felt like fresh sunshine warming his face after days of darkness. A small part of him wanted her light to guide him out of the dark hole he had created for himself.

Cecilia Rene is a creative, happy, and outgoing Detroit native who majored in Broadcast Communication at Grambling State University. Immediately following her graduation, she started her new life in New York City. As a self-proclaimed New Yorker, her stimulating and diverse career in advertising sparked a drive for hard work and dedication. Her love and passion for writing followed her from childhood through adulthood, where she wrote short stories, poems, and screenplays. Always an avid reader, she stumbled across a book that ignited a deeper need for more and joined a fandom of like-minded individuals. Cecilia and her family made a huge move five years ago to the great state of Texas, where she currently lives with her loving husband, wonderful son, and spoiled fur baby, Sadie. Cecilia Rene loves romance, humor, and all things spicy. For this reason, she will always give you a Happily Ever After.

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New Release ~ The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva ~ by ~ Rie Warren


Title: The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva
Series: Krasnov Brothers #2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Mafia/Dark/Russian Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2020

 

I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 
 
Saving the daughter of an enemy was not my intention but, now that I have her, I intend to keep her. Nothing is going to stop me from using this mafia heiress as I see fit, not even her personal vendetta that pits her family against the Bratva. 
 
Kidnapping the beautiful Italian princess is in my best interests even if it’s not good for her. Because I have wicked secrets of my own, which I intend to play out on her luscious body. 
 
She will be my prized possession come hell, high water, or a vicious new war. 
 
The Russian Savage is Arkady’s story and is book two in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone.
 
My heart beat a mile a minute, and I kept my eyes glued to the daunting man before quickly taking stock of my situation. Arkady had brought me to what appeared to be a well-maintained house close to the alley where I’d been accosted. 

Glancing to my right, I noted the hallway we’d come down. Now I sat in the middle of a large midnight blue sofa with two leather club chairs angled across from me. A brick fireplace and tall windows dominated the room almost as much as Arkady’s foreboding presence did. 

His gaze left me only to inspect the purse he’d stolen from me. 

When I began to get up, he pointed in my direction. “Don’t move, Lucia.” 

The stark coldness in his voice reflected in the iced-over blue of his eyes. 

Fear froze in my veins, and I clamped my hands between my thighs in hopes of hiding my trembling fingers. 

What if he killed me now?

Who would find me then?

My father would bury two children in the space of three months. 

The gag made it difficult to breathe but, after another threatening look from Arkady, I didn’t dare remove it, not even though air staggered in and out of my lungs.

He made quick work of the contents of my handbag, emptying everything onto a side table adorned only by a trio of tall ivory candles in black enamel holders. After poking through my cosmetics bag and even feeling along every inch of the lining for hidden items, he scooped the small satchel back into my purse. 

He hummed when he found my keys and the small pepper spray canister attached. He placed my keychain aside then looked through my feminine hygiene products and birth control pills, which made my cheeks flame brightly. 

I almost looked away but, when he glanced at me and saw my embarrassment, I glared even harder. 

Maiale!

I cursed a muffled noise when he retrieved my phone. Then he paced to me, and his hand shot out as fast as a whip. 

I winced, recoiling from a blow that never came. 

His face took on an unreadable expression before he gave two sharp tugs to the gag stuffed between my lips. The pocket square removed, I took a deep stuttering breath, and he raised the phone screen to my face. 

He had the device unlocked in an instant from my facial ID. 

Lunging up from the deep cushions, I tried to throw myself at him—shove him off-balance, do anything to escape—but he merely sat me back down with one hand centered on my chest. 

“Those are my personal belongings!” Red hot anger laced my voice. 

“Not anymore.” His face hardened into harsh angles, those snapping blue eyes of his even deeper in contrast to his dark hair. 

Every motion he made was precise while pure chilling menace rolled off him in frigid waves. 

The side of my face throbbed, my knee hurt, my pants were ripped, and I was thirsty and tired and running on pure adrenaline alone. 

I was helpless to do anything to protect myself, and that was the worst blow of all. 

He spent no more than a few minutes on my phone and must’ve gleaned whatever information he wanted because he removed the SIM card and smashed it beneath his shoe. 

My heart kicked up its wild beating, and I felt like I’d start hyperventilating. 

Next, he expertly found the tracker hidden within the phone’s case and crushed it just like he had the card. He discovered a second tracker sewed into the lining of my handbag, and I swore softly beneath my breath. 

He sent the most sinister, most triumphant smile my way, and my hands grew clammy. 

“Stand,” he ordered after returning the non-contraband items to my purse. 

I rose to my feet, nails digging into my palms. I wanted nothing more than to lay a stinging slap across his arrogant face. 

“Jewelry,” he said. 

“You’re stealing my jewelry? You’re no better than those street thugs,” I spat out. 

He said nothing more, holding his hand outstretched. 

Knees quaking, I removed my diamond stud earrings, the slim gold chain around my neck, an antique opal ring left to me from my nonna, and the heavy bangle bracelet from my wrist. 

He took all the items and examined those too. Finding them clean of bugs, he dropped those into my handbag, which he then tossed at me. 

When he pivoted away, I rushed at him from behind. 

I didn’t even make contact before he whirled around to capture me in an iron-like embrace. Snarling wildly, I pummeled him on his unyielding chest, but my hands made little impact on his hard musculature. 

I’d never detested a man more than I did in that moment.

When I jerked my leg to knee him in the balls, he released me so fast I stumbled. I didn’t even get a chance to steady myself before he grasped me behind the legs and swiftly tipped me onto my back. I landed on the floor, scrabbling to get back up. 

He simply reached down, heaved me back up, and pinned me against his body, once more demonstrating his overwhelming power. 

His face darkened, restrained fury thinning his lips and, with one hand, he clasped my wrists behind my back. 

The next thing I knew, he held the barrel of his gun against the bruised side of my face. 

Breath left my mouth in a hiss as cold metal kissed the skin of my throbbing temple. 

Arkady slid the barrel down and across my lips. 

True terror seizing my insides, I clamped my mouth shut, and his eyes became deadly blue slits as he skimmed the gun beneath my chin. 

Then I felt two hard things at the same time—the muzzle of the gun pressed beneath my chin to angle my face up and the rigid thickness of his cock nestled tightly against me.

“Are you scared of me yet, dragotsennaya printsessa.” Gruff hoarseness deepened his voice. 

I was petrified and, yet, sudden intense so-wrong arousal tickled across my body to settle low in my belly.

“Yes,” I whispered. 

“Good.” 

I heard him holstering the sidearm then his hand was at my throat. 

I became transfixed by the different kind of heat that entered his blue eyes. Smoldering heat. Male lust as he squeezed my neck, and my nipples traitorously pinged up within the cups of my bra. 

Arkady’s head bent toward mine as his hand moved up my elongated neck. 

Heat flashed. I thought he was going to kiss me. His mouth would be warm and firm, unlike the kiss of his gun. His hard cock pressed into my belly, and fluttery sensation swarmed lower to pool between my thighs. 

His lips barely whispered across my cheek, and my breath hitched in my throat. 

My head was spinning. 

I had no idea what was going on. 

His grip on my neck tightened then loosened then squeezed again, and his lips touched the shell of my ear. 

I almost moaned before I swallowed the sound. 

I was pressed wholly against this killer Russian who’d just held a gun to my head, and illicit lust spiraled out of control inside of me. 

“I don’t need a gun to make you do what I want, Lucia.” His deep drugging voice made my toes curl.
  
Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters.

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New Release ~ Hot Mess ~ by ~ Elise Faber

Movie Star + Single Mom Romance!
Hot Mess by Elise Faber is available now!

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hot mess
noun
1. A disorganized, disaster at life.
2. Someone who excels at disorder and disarray.
3. A person who’s holding it together . . . but just barely.
4. Shannon Torres
Once upon time Shannon had been young and single. But then she’d met Brian and they’d gotten married . . . and now she was single again, only this time she had the best little girl on the planet to show for it.
Which was pretty much the only thing that was going right in her life.
Brian, her lousy cheating ex, was finally out of the picture, and she was left with an expensive house, a car payment she could barely afford, and a job that left her drained at the end of the day.
She was barely hanging on.
Then she met Finn. The number one movie star in the world. The most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. Also, quite possibly the only man whose life might be a bigger hot mess than her own.
And he wanted her . . .
No, this couldn’t go wrong at all.

About the Author:

USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team — the Sharks! — are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise is the mom to two exuberant boys and lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or find more information about her books at http://www.elisefaber.com.

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New Release ~ Ransom: Westside Skulls MC ~ by ~ Jessie Cooke


Title: Ransom: Westside Skulls MC
Series: Southside Skulls MC #33
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 22, 2020
A little boy lost in a grown man’s body.
Wyatt “Ransom” Logan had worn a Westside Skulls kutte for five years.
On the exterior he was all man, but inside he was broken.
Stolen from his family and his life at the tender age of six had set the tone for the rest of his life, and twenty years later he still felt like he was running from monsters…except that now they lived inside of him, and he couldn’t escape.
Two years out of an emotionally abusive relationship, Luna Evans had just started to regain her independence, and her confidence.
Then one night while recharging alone in the wilderness, she’s savagely attacked.
 
She’s left bloody and beaten on a private road leading to a cabin that belonged to a man who was just as lost as she was.
 
Alone, Luna and Ransom’s demons threaten to drown them in darkness.
But together can these two young lovers find their way back out into the light?
 

 

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.

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New Release ~ Dark Secret ~ by ~ Avelyn Paige & Geri Glenn

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Series: Dark Protectors MC #2
Release Date: July 31, 2010

Cover Designer: Simply Defined Art

Years ago Shelby Dawson fled, with nothing but a broken heart and a baby on the way. She never expected to see him again. She sure as hell never wanted to need him.
 
Until her daughter meets the wrong man online.
Until her daughter is taken.
 
When Shelby shows up at the clubhouse, drenched in rain and crying over her missing daughter, he wants to hurt her like she’d hurt him.
 
But when he discovers the missing daughter is his, he’ll rain down hell on whoever took her, and he might just find redemption in the process.
 

 

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Blair’s life isn’t perfect, but she has a plan. Find a new roommate, finish school and finally start the future she’s been working so hard for.
 
And then he knocks on her door. One unwanted visitor is all it took to crush her reality and leave her living in fear. But at least she’s living, thanks to the help of a good Samaritan.
 
A very sexy, tattooed and motorcycle-riding man with a dog that looks as savage as he is sweet. GreenPeace saves her. He makes her feel safe. He makes her feel a lot of things she’s never felt before.
 
But, the danger’s not over. Her attacker is still there, lurking in the shadows and waiting to strike again. GreenPeace will put his life and his club on the line to save the captivating woman that’s stolen his heart. But even that might not be enough.
   
 
Avelyn Paige
Avelyn Paige is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes stories about dirty alpha males and the brave women who love them. She resides in a small town in Indiana with her husband and three fuzzy kids, Jezebel, Cleo, and Asa. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing. You can often find her curled up with a good book surrounded by her pets or watching one of her favorite superhero movies for the billionth time. Deadpool is currently her favorite.
 
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Geri Glenn
Geri Glenn writes alpha males. She’s a USA Today Best-Selling Author known for writing motorcycle romance, including the internationally bestselling series, the Kings of Korruption MC.
 
She lives in the Thousand Islands with her two daughters, one big dog and one terrier that thinks he’s a Doberman. Before she began writing contemporary romance, Geri worked at several different occupations. She’s been a pharmacy assistant, a 911 dispatcher, and a caregiver in a nursing home. She can say without a doubt though, that her favorite job is the one she does now-writing romance that leaves an impact. She loves homemade cookies, copious amounts of coffee and Diet Coke by the case. 


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New Release ~ The Havoc We Wreak ~ by ~ Becca Steele

Title: The Havoc We Wreak

Series: The Four #3
Author: Becca Steele
Genre: New Adult College/Romance Suspense/Stepbrother
Release Date: July 30, 2020
Secrets and lies are being revealed. Loyalties are being tested, and betrayals cut deep. My mother needs to be stopped, but at what cost? ⁣
At the end, who will be standing? And…⁣
Who ⁣
Will⁣
Fall…⁣
 
𝘌𝘦𝘯𝘺, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘺, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘺, 𝘮𝘰, ⁣
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸. ⁣
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬. ⁣
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘤 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬? ⁣

 

 
“The author completely slayed this book and has made this an epic, must read series!” ★★★★★ – it.sgottabethebooks
 
“This was the perfect ending to The Four and I can’t wait to read the rest of the boys and their adventures. This series has blown my mind, start to finish and it’s definitely one I will keep close because of the intense connections I formed with every single character.” ★★★★★ – Megan Reads
 
“WOW! This book was so amazing, it completely blew away all of my expectations” ★★★★★ – Goodreads reviewer 
 
“Wow what a ride this has been for Cade and Winter! This last book was very fulfilling and It couldn’t have ended better!” ★★★★★ – Blossom Books
 
Becca Steele is a contemporary romance author from the south of England, where she lives with her husband, two kids, and a whole horde of characters that reside inside her head.
 
When she’s not writing, you can find her reading or watching Netflix, usually with a glass of wine in hand. Failing that, she’ll be online hunting for memes, or wasting time making her 500th Spotify playlist.
 
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New Release ~ Knox ~ by ~ Prescott Lane

From USA Today bestselling author Prescott Lane comes a standalone second-chance romance between a Hollywood heartthrob and the small-town girl he left behind…

Knox by Prescott Lane is now live! 

Sexiest man alive, scene stealer, Hollywood headliner.

That’s what the world calls him. I’ve got more colorful names for him, all of which would be bleeped out if I was on air doing my radio show. Even if he hadn’t broken my heart, he would just be Knox to me. Not a famous movie star.

Just a boy.

The boy who grew to be my first love.

That is, until he ripped my heart out of my chest and stepped on it, live on the red carpet.

I thought that was all behind me. Until he decided to come waltzing back into my life. Granted, he looked hot as heck doing it, but that’s neither here nor there.

He may have acted alongside some of Hollywood’s hottest “it” girls, but being my leading man is a much harder part to win.

 

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Prescott Lane is the USA TODAY best-selling author of ALL MY LIFE. She’s written several other romance books with strong heroines and swoon-worthy heroes. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and an 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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