Tag: Rachael Brownell

New Release ~ Defiant Little Love ~ by ~ Rachael Brownell

Title: Defiant Little Love
Series: Lake State University #9
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: Fake Enemies to Lovers Romance/College Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2023
 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
Rachael Brownell is an International Bestselling author of new adult romance.
 

 

She lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released more than 30 additional titles.

 

 

 

When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.

 

 
 
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New Release ~ Scandalous Little Obsession ~ by ~ Rachael Brownell

 

Title: Scandalous Little Obsession

 

Series: Lake State University Series #5
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: College Romance, Forbidden Relationship
Release Date: May 12, 2022
I’m the youngest but that doesn’t mean I’m naive. That I can’t take care of myself.

Or go after what I want.
Which is exactly what I plan to do, no matter how many times my brother tries to stand in my way. This is my life, not his. He may be afraid to let me go, but I’m not scared of spreading my wings and flying.
Of rising from the ashes.
I’m tired of mourning. I’m tired of being treated as fragile. And I’m ready to start living my life again.
First thing on my list… sex.
So what if it’s my first time? Who cares if it’s supposed to be special?
I’m not looking for a relationship, I just want to lose my virginity.
I’ve even set my sights on the person I want to give it to.
His messy hair falls in his honey brown eyes, making me weak in the knees. His touch lights a fire inside me I didn’t know existed and I find myself begging to get burned. Best of all, he says he likes to fix broken things.
I’m still a little broken, and I have a few ideas how he can fix me.
The only problem… my brother’s forbidden him to come near me.
It’s a good thing sneaking around is hot.

 

 
 

 

It was like a game of cat and mouse.
I was hunting her.
She was all I could focus on. All I could see.
All I wanted to see.
Not a big deal, right?
Wrong. So very wrong.
Because if I had been paying attention, I would have seen him approach. Would have felt the hostility radiating off him in waves. Seen the look on his face and would have known to run.
But nope. That wasn’t my luck.
Instead, I was hauled away by the back of my shirt into the bathroom. Thrown against the wall. And Max was in my face, growling at me.
“Keep your eyes off my sister.” His voice is low, deep, and his eyes are wild as he takes me in.
“Your sister?” I’m not playing dumb. I honestly have no idea who his sister is unless… Fuck. “Evie’s your sister.”
It’s a statement, not a question. Realization smacks me across the face when his grip on the front of my shirt tightens. There’s a knock at the door, but Max doesn’t move to answer it, and I’m in no position to.
Another knock, this time louder, and it’s accompanied by a voice. “Max, let the poor kid go. He wasn’t doing anything.”
“He. Was. Looking. At. My. Sister.”
“And I’m sleeping with your sister.” Max’s head whips around, his eyes locking on the door as he growls, cursing under his breath. “Open the damn door, Max.”
Releasing me, Max walks over and unlocks the handle, the door opening before he can step back.
If I thought Max towering over me was scary, this guy has him beat. Max has at least five inches on me, maybe twenty pounds of muscle. This guy is huge compared to him. At least an inch taller, with broader shoulders, and bigger muscles.
And now I’m trapped in this tiny ass bathroom that smells like piss with both of them.
All because I looked at a girl. The wrong girl.
“You really want to bring that up right now?” Max asks, staring down our visitor.
I know he’s Max’s friend, but I honestly can’t tell right now. Max looks like he wants to hit him. His fists are clenched at his sides, and he’s glaring at him the same way he was glaring at me. He definitely wanted to hit me a minute ago.
I know for sure he’s not my friend. Though, he did just save my ass from Max’s wrath. And it doesn’t appear he’s scared of the death glare.
“Why not? You gave me your blessing.” So casual. As if it’s not a big deal that this guy is sleeping with his sister.
Wait!
Please tell me Max has more than one sister because if this guy is sleeping with Evie, there’s no way I stand a chance with her.
I’ve seen him before. He was in the kitchen earlier with Max. There were a bunch of guys, but I remember him being pulled away by a girl. She wasn’t Evie.
“That doesn’t mean I want to hear about it. Jesus, Finn!”
“But you heard it happening last night.” His first mistake. “I know you did. You left the ear plugs Lo bought you on the counter. And let’s face it, your sister is not quiet.” Throwing his head back and laughing is his second mistake because Max clocks him in the jaw.
 
Rachael Brownell is an International Bestselling author of new adult romance.
 

 

She lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released more than 30 additional titles.

 

 

 

When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.

 

 
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New Release ~ Wicked Little Promise ~ by ~ Rachael Brownell

Title: Wicked Little Promise
Series: Lake State University Book 4
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: College Romance, Boss/Intern
Cover Design: Emily Wittig
Graphics: SWBR Graphics & Design
He’s my new boss.

 

We’re also friends. Nothing more.
So what if he’s my secret crush of three years? Or that he’s sexy, tempting, smells like heaven, and makes my girly parts twitch? He’s also sweet, caring, and everything I’d want in a man… if I wanted one.
Which I don’t.
Falling in love is the last thing I want right now. I’m not even sure I believe in love anymore. It leads to heartbreak and that’s an emotional rollercoaster I’m not interested in riding.
All my friends might be coupled up and deliriously happy, but that doesn’t mean I want what they have. Happily ever after is not in the cards for me.
No, I’m not jealous.
I keep telling myself that, not that I believe my own lies.
Which makes the next few months the biggest challenge of my life. Spending hours alone with him. Working side-by-side late into the night. Keeping my hormones in check when I get a whiff of his intoxicating scent.
I can handle this. I’ll just repress my feelings the same way I have been since the moment we met. Masked by a fake smile and practiced deep breathing.
How hard can it be?
When he starts making me promises, it becomes harder than I could have ever imagine. Because I want him to keep those promises even though I know he won’t be able to. I won’t let him.
It’s the only way to keep myself from falling in love with him. Because if I do, I may never recover.

 

 

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I’m about to wake her when she moans my name.

Moans.

There’s a pleading sound in her voice. A desperation I’ve never heard from her before. The sultry sound sends a shot of desire straight to my dick.

I stare in fascination when I realize she’s dreaming about me. Fantasizing. The way I do about her at night.

I’m torn between letting it continue and waking her up.

My tormented side gets the best of me, and I find myself backing out of the parking lot and heading to my apartment. Once I’m there, I carefully and slowly lift Piper into my arms and carry her inside. I’m opening my door when her eyes flutter open.

“Where are we?”

“My place. You fell asleep.”

“Okay,” is all she says, letting her eyes fall closed as she snuggles into my neck.

Brady’s nowhere to be seen when I walk in. It’s the first time in weeks he hasn’t been perched on the couch, waiting for me, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

Making my way down the hall, I nudge my bedroom door open with my foot and blindly walk to the edge of my bed. Laying Piper down, I remove her shoes and tuck her in. The sight of her in my bed is overwhelming. More so than the feel of her in my arms.

Kissing her on the forehead, I force myself to walk away.

Ten minutes and a cold shower later, I’m crawling in next to her. She looks peaceful as she sleeps. She hasn’t said my name again, making me wonder if I misheard her. So I lay facing her, listening and watching her until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

There’s a smile on my face when I fall asleep.

But an even bigger smile when I wake up. Because Piper’s wrapped in my arms, half on top of me. Her hair is in my face, and her leg is tangled with mine. She’s still sound asleep, but she’s talking again.

And my name rolling off her lips is clear as day.

“Julian, please.”

She’s begging. And from the sound of her voice, I know exactly what she’s begging me for.

“Mmmh. Yes. Please.”

Her body starts to move, rubbing against mine. The apex of her thighs pressed against my hip causes my morning wood to stand at attention.

I lay perfectly still, selfishly not wanting to interrupt her dream. Wanting to hear her moan my name again. To continue begging for what she wants.

Because sleeping Piper is confirming everything. How she feels. What she wants. Most importantly, that it’s me she wants it with.

 

 

 
 

 

 

 
 
Rachael Brownell is an International Bestselling author of new adult romance.
 

 

She lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released more than 30 additional titles.

 

 

 

When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.

 

 

 

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New Release ~ Tempting Little Tease ~ by ~ Rachael Brownell

Title: Tempting Little Tease
Series: Lake State University Series #2
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: College Romance/Brother’s Best Friend Romance
Cover Design: Emily Wittig of Emily Wittig Designs
Release Date: November 11, 2021
 

 

The moment I met him I knew I was screwed.
It started with a sext.
An extremely hot, highly inappropriate sext during the wake for my best friend’s dad. That didn’t stop me from replying. From sneaking off to the bathroom, secretly hoping he would follow me.
And he did.
He staked his claim on me against the bathroom wall. Captured my moans with his kisses. And when it was over, I walked away knowing two things.
One – I wanted more.
Two – I couldn’t get involved with him.
He was dangerous to my heart. It was still healing from being destroyed two years earlier. And this man has the power to shatter it completely.
Still, I couldn’t stop myself from playing the game he started. Every sext was hotter than the last, tempting me to act on my desires. The first time we were alone, clothes went flying. There was no denying our chemistry as we collided. And in the heat of the moment, nothing else mattered.
Not my broken heart.
Not his reputation as a player.
Then the front door to my apartment opened… we were caught in the act. My roommate screamed. Her boyfriend growled. I cried. And he… he begged for more.
We needed to stop. One of us was going to get hurt – me! I was going to get hurt.
I should have known I couldn’t walk away from him. His promises sparked my curiosity. My body craved his attention.
It was his words that held me captive. They had the power to not only break my heart, but destroy my soul if I let him in.

 

 
Rina’s Reads – “Declan and Kendall’s chemistry was visible from the beginning, their spark inextinguishable, their attraction undeniable.”

 

Goodreads Review – “​​Welcome back to Lake Street University, and we are coming in hot! Declan and Kendall’s story is so steamy and they haven’t even done the deed yet!”

 

“K,” he says, taking a step in my direction. I match his movements, backing up until I’m pressed against the glass of the shower doors with nowhere else to go. “Why. Are. You. Avoiding. Me?”

His words are punctuated, his voice barely above a growl. When I flick my eyes to his, I see them filled with lust. Dark pools swirling with need.

Oh, hell.

He wants me and that can’t happen right now. There are at least twenty people downstairs. Our friends. Lo’s family. His family. Acting on anything would be a big mistake. We could get caught. Again.

“I-I’m n-not,” I stutter out, my voice barely audible.

Declan lifts one hand to cup my cheek, and I automatically lean into his touch before I can stop myself. His hand feels like fire against my skin and I love the way his touch burns me straight to my soul.

“You are, and I want to know why because whatever is going on between us is great, but it could be so much better.”

Rules, I remind myself. I have them for a reason. Reasons I can’t remember right now. Not when he’s standing this close. When my body is aching to be closer to him. For him to lean in and brush his lips across mine, to taste the watermelon chapstick I wore just for him.

“Yeah,” I say, sensations washing over me as I close my eyes, the rest of my body now warming from his simple touch.

“So much better,” he whispers, his voice sounding dangerously close. “Tell me you want this,” he pleads, his breath fanning across my lips. “Tell me I can kiss you, Kendall. It’s all I’ve been thinking about today. Your soft, delicate lips, wondering if they taste like watermelon or not.”

Oh, hell.

Opening my eyes, I immediately feel my knees go weak. Declan’s lips are inches from mine, his gaze seeking permission to close the distance. It’s like he read my mind, or maybe my body language. He knows what I want, but still we stare at each other for a few tense moments before I finally nod my head.

It’s all the assurance he needs before he presses his lips to mine. Gently at first. A soft caress. When I place my hand against his chest, gripping the front of his shirt, his restraint snaps and he deepens the kiss, his tongue demanding access. As soon as I finally grant it to him, he growls into my mouth.

Suddenly I’m being lifted by my ass, my legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck, and then he turns swiftly, my back hitting the wall with a resounding thud. I can feel his erection against my inner thigh, long and hard. But that’s not where I want it, so I wiggle in his arms as he continues to assault my mouth and position him at the junction of my legs.

The second he thrusts against my warm center we groan in unison.

“So. Much. Better,” Declan says against my mouth, his hips thrusting with every word.

 

Rachael Brownell is an International Bestselling author of new adult romance.
 

 

She lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released more than 30 additional titles.

 

 

 

When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.

 

 
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