𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙣 𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.
It’s not that I’m entirely opposed to the idea, but I’ve got a lot going on.
Aside from school obligations and my own extracurricular interests, I’ve got a crazy family life. My four chaotic siblings are enough to deal with on their own, but out of nowhere, my biological father returns and wants me to be a part of the new family he found while he was away.
Not to mention I’m stuck between my two best friends, Erica and Kara, who can’t seem to get along but won’t tell me why.
But I’m just happy that Kara finally got permission to play on the boys’ hockey team this season—the very same one where Penn is the captain.
As I come to terms with all this—and my own inner battles—I can’t help but wonder how I’m supposed to keep myself from falling for Penn when he promises to be there to catch me.




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How can the dream of a lifetime of service as a Navy SEAL be over when one mission goes straight to Hell? How do you handle being told your future is over and you’re half the man you were? After dedicating his life to the Navy SEALs, a devastated Ollie wakes up in a military hospital only to be told his career is over. Shattered, he struggles for answers with no explanation or solace for those men lost. Dismissed and sent home to recover from his injuries and restart his life, Ollie goes to the one person who always has his back, Onyx his sister.

Toni Anderson writes gritty, sexy, FBI Romantic Thrillers, and is a New York Times and a USA Today bestselling author. Her books have won the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery and Suspense, Readers’ Choice, Aspen Gold, Book Buyers’ Best, Golden Quill, National Excellence in Story Telling (NEST) Contest, and National Excellence in Romance Fiction awards. She’s been a finalist in both the VIVIAN and the RITA. Nearly three million copies of her books have been downloaded.
Best known for her “COLD JUSTICE” books perhaps it’s not surprising to discover Toni lives in one of the most extreme climates on earth—Manitoba, Canada. Formerly a Marine Biologist, she still misses the ocean, but is lucky enough to travel for research purposes. In January 2016, she visited FBI Headquarters in Washington DC, including a tour of the Strategic Information and Operations Center. She hopes not to get arrested for her Google searches.
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The Princess peers up at me. “Are you going to give me a movie screen kiss or not?”
Hell yes, I am.
If caution is a yellow flag, I fling it out of sight. I clasp the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair. I pull her to me roughly until our bodies are flush together fully along their length.
I bend down and don’t wait for her to come to me. I pull her face to mine, delving instantly into her mouth. She opens in surprise as my tongue licks against hers. She’s warm honey and peppermint, yielding and soft.
After a moment, her body molds into mine. Her tongue comes for me, and her pulse flutters beneath my thumb at her throat. She lets out a sound and presses her pelvis against me.
With only a few inches between our heights, she lands where her body instinctively knows where to aim. I respond instantly, stiffening between us.
She pulls her face from mine, her eyes big as she looks up at me. “Is that…”
I want to grab her hips and grind into her. I’m fiercely in need. But I control myself. “It is.”
“What do I do with it?”
Oh, I could tell her.
She goes on. “Should I pretend it isn’t happening? It didn’t when I danced with that random guy. How often does it happen?”
I draw in a ragged breath. Her innocence is shocking, delectable. I want to break it wide open, right here, against a brick wall, pounding her until we both disintegrate into nothing.
Down, boy.
“You don’t have to talk about it. A guy knows it’s happening. It’s natural. Part of the process.”
“Already? Just from kissing? I thought we had to be naked. And ready to do that thing!”
“It can happen anytime.”
Her eyes go even wider. “Like at dinner? Or while driving a car?” She draws in a sharp breath. “Around your grandma?”
Okay, with that thought, I no longer have a problem. I let out a breath. “Probably not around a grandma. It’s a stage in the process. It’s not as obvious in women as men.”
“Is it happening to me?” She glances down at her jeans as if she might produce an erection or some other obvious sign. “Wait. Is that what they call a lady boner?”
I can’t stop myself from laughing. “Sort of. But not literally. You don’t have an outward sign.”
“What is my sign?”
Jesus. “A dampness. It’s called getting wet.”
“I’ve heard that phrase. They mean down there!”
“Yes.”
“It’s not pee, is it?”


𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖
𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.
𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭—𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩.
𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴.
𝘡𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦.
𝘖𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴?
𝙕𝙖𝙘𝙝
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢.
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴…𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳?



Something in what I said triggered him and he pulled back. “No, I’m sorry.” Zach gripped my hips, lifted me as if I weighed nothing and placed me gently on the bed.
“I can’t.” He sat up and kissed my cheek, so soft it almost hurt. “I’d feel like a tool for doing it. We’ll have other days.”
I crossed my arms over my body, suddenly very self-conscious.
“Hey.” Zach cupped my cheeks, encouraging me not to hide but look at him. His lips curved up in a kind smile. “You felt me just now, so you know how bad I have it for you. But if we fucked, you’d always have that doubt. You’d always question my honesty, and I won’t ever make you feel used like this.”
His earnestness made my heart expand and strain against my chest. Zach acted like a real friend and it meant something to me. It meant a lot.
Zach’s warm words and reassurance allowed me to relax. I became limp, sagging into the mattress as he covered my naked body, pulling the blanket up to my shoulders.
“What’s funny?” he asked when I chuckled.
“You, protecting my modesty.”
His smile widened, and he kissed my cheek ever so softly that I barely registered it. A second later, he was next to the door.
“You’re not staying?”
“If I did, I can’t promise you there’d be no sleeping. I’ll see you, Tulip.”
As soon as I heard him closing the door behind him and turning the lock, my eyelids draped over my eyes like a silk veil, smooth and soft. It didn’t take long for the peaceful sleep to arrive, when I was surrounded by the comfort of having another person in the world who cared about me.
Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.
One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.
From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.
When she’s not swooning over book boyfriends, she’s practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.




“Fangs?” she asked.
I tucked her in and smoothed her damp hair away from her forehead. “What’s up?”
She reached up for me. “Will you sit with me until I go back to sleep?”
I took her hand and perched on the edge of the bed. “Sure. I’ll be right here.”
“Thank you.”
It came out almost like a whisper, yet the gratitude within those two words struck my heart hard. She had been such a trooper, such a strong woman in the face of such carnage, and I wondered what all she had endured in her life to help her get to that point. I mean, she hadn’t once mentioned her parents. Were they even in the picture?
The idea that she was alone in life hurt. And it caused me to shuffle myself beneath the covers just so I could hold her. Just so I could be there. Just so I could show her that she wasn’t alone, not as long as she was with me.
Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
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Toes in the sand. Umbrella cocktails. Shirtless hot boys. One fleeting summer. Will your heart survive? It’s about to heat up in here…







