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“What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to inject as much nonchalance into my tone as possible. I tip my wine glass back, gulping down way more than I should be with the anxiety medication coursing through my bloodstream.
“Cut the shit. I only like you coy when you’re on your knees.”
My gaze cuts to him as I struggle to swallow the last sip of wine.
“And you fucking know it,” he finishes, an obvious attempt to rile me more after my reaction showed he hit a button.
“I’m not doing anything, Finn. Just trying to have a peaceful first dinner meeting my boyfriend’s family.”
“Meeting the boyfriend’s family,” he scoffs.” The only people not acquainted with one another here are my brother and the woman who was riding me, screaming my name as she came on my face not that long ago.”
I scoot back in my chair, throwing my napkin on the tabletop.
“Stop it, Finn,” I snap.
“Oh, are you afraid the boyfriend will overhear what I’m saying?”
“No, that’s not it at all,” I say, lifting my chin in defiance. “I know you’re just trying to piss me off—or make me leave, perhaps. But it’s not going to work.”
Finn’s eyes narrow slightly, but the reaction is quickly masked with indifference as he leans back in his chair, taking another sip from his wine glass.
“Do you think of me when he’s inside you?”
I yank my wine glass up, tossing the rest back and slam it back to the table harder than I intended. I glance up to Finn as the glass snaps at the stem, the bowl of the glass falling to the table and rolling a few inches toward the center. His eyes trail the movement then settle back on me; a blaze ignited behind his gaze.
“How many times have you squirmed underneath him, imagining it was his brother’s big cock thrusting into you, claiming you, filling you over and over until you tumble off that cliff, that pretty little pussy clenching as you come?” He leans forward. “Do you close your eyes to picture me? Or do you let him fuck you with your eyes wide open but my face where his should be?”


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What a buzz it is to be young, bright, and successful and have the world at your feet. A man who loves you and the universe looks like it was made just for you.
But one slip, one fall and it all crashes around your feet like a damn earthquake destroying everything good in your path. In the blink of an eye, the world is working against you and you question… What did I do to deserve this? Why me? Why now?
The memories of my university days haunt me and every day I wish I could turn back the clock. Do things differently and not devastate everything good in my life.
But the funny thing with time is it doesn’t stand still. It moves on, it only goes forward. But when you’ve broken the heart of the one man you ever loved you realise time is not a healer it’s a vault. It keeps all your secrets and then when you least expect it. It opens the door and shows them to the world.
My broken heart, my broken body and my broken life…
I don’t know if he will ever forgive me for doing the unforgivable but in time I hope and pray I get the chance to say those two words…
My door creaks open and Molly appears “There is a party tonight at Julies house and I wondered if you wanted to come with me. We had fun last time we got together.” She says licking her lips.
The thought is tempting but I remember my rule.
“No thanks Molly, Its nice of you to ask but I have my daughter at home, and we have homework to do tonight.”
“Maybe another time or I could lock this door and sneak under your desk?”
My cock twitches and starts to get hard. “I don’t think so Molly. You know I don’t date twice. We did have this conversation before you offered me your bed for the night.”
“I didn’t think you were that stuck to the rule though.” She licks her lips again Oh Jesus




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What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.
Coral
When my bestie whisks me away to Vegas for a girlfriend getaway to get my mind off the business I’m trying to buy, I expect to ring in the new year, not wake up with a ring on my finger. Despite my attraction to the red-hot bearded ginger in my bed, I hop a plane home to Candy Cane Key. A one-night stand wedding can’t possibly be the start to something that will last forever… can it?
Flynn
The first time I see Coral, I know she’s the one. So when I get the chance to check an item off her visiting Vegas bucket list, I go all in. But what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas. I’ve got nothing to lose by following her home and convincing her to give us a chance for real. And maybe everything to gain.
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Excerpt
Copyright 2023 Eve London
“Flynn, is it?” Gwen eyed the ginger like he was sex on a stick. “I’m Gwen and this is Coral. Are you guys just in town for the weekend, or what?”
“Yeah, I’m Flynn, and this is Josh. We’re actually in town for Josh’s wedding that’s supposed to be happening in a couple of hours.”
“Congratulations. Coral and I are here for a girls’ weekend.” Gwen linked her arm with mine and pulled me into her side. “Hey Coral, isn’t visiting a wedding chapel on your bucket list?”
I recognized the tone in her voice. It was the I’m-about-to-get-the-party-started attitude she shrugged on when she sensed an opportunity for fun. “Oh, we don’t have to talk about that right now.”
“What bucket list?” Flynn asked.
“It’s a fun little thing we did on the plane. Since this is Coral’s first time in Vegas, I had her come up with a list of five things she wants to do while we’re here.” Gwen looked so proud of herself. She didn’t mention she came up with the idea while I was on the verge of succumbing to a massive panic attack. Now that she said it out loud in front of two complete strangers, I felt a little childish.
“That sounds like fun. What’s on your list?” Flynn eyed me with a bit of a twinkle in his dark green eyes. There was something about him that warmed my belly from the inside out. Looking at him was like taking a sip of the proprietary peppermint hot cocoa we served during the holidays at the gift shop where I worked—sweet and comforting with a little hint of heat.
I shook my head. “It’s silly.”
“Come on. I jumped in a fountain for you. Doesn’t that earn me some amount of trust?” he teased.
My cheeks heated under his attention. I crossed my arms over my belly to ward off the butterflies threatening to invade.
“Do you want me to tell him?” Gwen asked.
Knowing her, she’d make up something naughty that would give Flynn the wrong idea. “No, I’ve got it. They’re just little things I want to do while I’m here. Ride in a gondola at the Venetian, get my picture taken by the million dollars in cash. Stuff like that.”
“Well, seeing as I owe you one, let me take you on the gondola ride. We’re staying at the Wynn, so we have to head back that direction to get to our hotel anyway.”
“Don’t you want to get out of those wet clothes first?” As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to suck them right back in. Yeah, he was hotter than most of the lifeguards I’d seen on the beach back home in Candy Cane Key, but I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. I was in Vegas for a weekend of forced girlfriend fun and wasn’t looking for anything else. If it had been up to me, I wouldn’t have left Florida, but Gwen turned in all of her travel miles and was the queen of guilt trips. “I mean, do you want to change first?”
Flynn nodded toward the door of the souvenir shop. “I’ll just pop in there and grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Want to help me pick something out?”
“Of course she does.” Gwen grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door. “Come on, Coral. Shopping is right up your alley.”
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When Eve London was a girl she wanted to be a trapeze artist. Instead, she grew up to be like most women–a juggler–trying to keep bunches of balls in the air. Now she spends her days writing about the kind of men she likes – sexy, shameless, and just a little bit sarcastic.
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I have my fresh start in a new town, this time a widow with a preteen daughter who rolls her eyes enough to make them stay that way. Too bad my past mistake is also here to greet me.

There really is a fine line between love and hate. Friends and enemies.
Max Palmer is an a-hole.
And I’m in love with him. I’m pretty sure I have been since the day we met.
I’ve tried to quit him. Multiple times. But he’s an addiction that refuses to be ignored. Which is why one minute we’re together, colliding with hurricane force, and the next we’re pushing each other away, pretending not to like each other. Fighting the feelings that are bubbling just beneath the surface.
For years we’ve been able to hide our secret love affair from everyone.
I’m tired of lying to myself about the way I feel.
Of hiding the truth from the people that matter most to me. Even if I know they won’t approve. Even if my confession may destroy friendships in the process.
I’m also pissed off because he started dating one of my sisters. The same night I was ready to confess my feelings for him.
If he was looking to get a rise out of me, it worked.
I’ve wasted years with him. Lying and pretending I was happily single, focused on school so no one would suspect otherwise.
And how does he repay me?
By shoving his new relationship in my face.
Well, screw him. I’m not wasting another minute of my time crying over a man who was never really mine to begin with.
If he wants to play games, it’s on.
Because I don’t plan to lose my heart to Max Palmer.


