Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design
Release Date: October 24, 2019
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design
Release Date: October 24, 2019
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“Tell me a happy something, Sutton.”
I was only seven the first time Grady Bowen whispered those words to me. Cloaked by the black sky under a blanket of stars, it was easy to get lost. He didn’t have any good memories of his own, and needed to borrow mine. I’d willingly give him anything.
Being infatuated with that boy was a beautiful curse. What could have been special didn’t get the chance to bloom. He’d never see me as more than his best friend’s kid sister. That was a hard lesson to learn, but not the most difficult.
Grady had always been struggling against the odds. Eventually he quit fighting and let his family’s reputation own him. Try as I might, those influences were beyond my reach.
He didn’t mean to break my heart. Or maybe he did. I shouldn’t have made it so easy for him. Either way, our wrongs against each other carved new lines between us.
I went four years without seeing Grady—each one more painful than the last. That distance did nothing to dull my feelings toward him. But things are different now. Most noticeably is Grady. I barely recognize this man he’s become. And that’s the way he intends to keep it. Not that it really matters.
Grady Bowen stopped being my happy something long ago.
About the Author:
Harloe Rae is a USA Today & Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Her passion for writing and reading has taken on a whole new meaning. Each day is an unforgettable adventure.
Harloe is a Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. She’s always chasing an epic happily ever after. When she’s not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be found hanging with her hubby and son. If the weather permits, she loves being lakeside or out in the country with her horses.
Harloe is the author of Redefining Us, Forget You Not, Watch Me Follow, GENT, MISS, LASS, and Ask Me Why. These titles are available on Amazon.
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“Make a sex tape,” they said.
“It’ll be fun,” they said.
Spoiler alert: they lied.
I’m an overworked attorney, but hey, at least my latest case is an interesting one. I’ve been hired to help my friend Teddy keep a sex tape he made years ago private. And considering Teddy is a pro hockey hunk with a huge reputation and an even bigger following, this news can’t get out.
Plus, I have an extra interest in making sure that tape never sees the light of day. Because the other person in that video?
Your favorite hot jocks are back with an all new stand-alone novel. If you like sexy, confident men who know how to handle a stick (on and off the ice), and smart women who are strong enough to keep all those big egos in check, this series of athlete romances is perfect for you!
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About Kendall Ryan
A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than three dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 3 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world.
Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than 70 times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.
She lives in Texas with her husband and two sons.
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From bestselling author, Dr. Rebecca Sharp, comes an emotional, small-town romance with a twist…
For years, I was close enough to fame to touch it. Taste it. Drink it.
Until one more drink became my answer to everything.
Until one night I made a mistake which couldn’t be undone.
So, I cut all ties to my former life and the addiction that destroyed it. And I left in search of redemption on the other side of the country.
After months building a new future, I thought my past had stayed put.
Until I opened my front door to find she’d followed me.
Taylor Hastings. My sister’s best friend.
And the good girl I’d never been good enough for.
Not then. Not now. Not ever.
One glance at Taylor’s face told me she’d come searching for a safe haven. One glance at the swell of her stomach told me she hadn’t come alone.
I didn’t hesitate to offer her my help and my home because looking out for her was the right thing to do…
Even if the way I wanted her would always be wrong.
So, I kept my distance. And Taylor kept her secrets.
Until one kiss changed everything.
Until one kiss made me realize it wasn’t our first.
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Forgetting the coffee, forgetting my houseguest, and forgetting I was shirtless, I stalked over to the door, heart pounding, and yanked open the latch handle with the mugs in one hand expecting anything. Or everything.
Everything but emerald.
I gaped and stared at the angel from my past, her jewel-cut eyes crystallizing around my gaze.
I would’ve been less surprised to see the Pope, dressed as Santa, here to wish me Happy Hanukkah than to find Taylor Hastings at my door.
Like everyone else from my past life, I hadn’t seen her in five months. But unlike everyone else, Taylor was the only one with the perspicacity to see my demons and know they’d driven me here.
My heart continued to race for a whole slew of reasons I couldn’t give name to, and my body felt like it was waking up for the first time in months. All because of her.
I couldn’t believe she was here… and it looked like neither could she.
“Ash… Hi…” Her brilliant smile flashed for a split-second.
She stammered like she’d expected someone else to answer the door to a rundown shack on the other side of the country.
She licked her lips and I felt a shock of desire straight to my groin. The alcohol might have elevated – and exacerbated – most of my other emotions, but the desire drunk-Ash had felt for Taylor was nothing compared to the Earth-shaking need sober-Ash suffered right now.
Months, miles, and sobriety hadn’t dulled the way I wanted her.
But I’d wanted her for decades… I doubted even death could stop it now.
I shook my head. “Sorry. I just can’t believe you’re on my doorstep. What… What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Is my sister okay?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes, I’m sorry. Blake is fine. Everyone is fine. Well, everyone but me.” At that moment, her eyes ducked down and, for better or for worse, my gaze roamed down the length of the small frame that managed to create a Goliath-sized amount of lust in me.
As always, the gentle slope of her neck was cut off by a collared shirt, layered over with a royal-purple sweater. NorCal was chilly this time of year, so I couldn’t hold that against her, but it only hinted at the slopes of her tits, and that I would always protest. But there, instead of the fabric falling back in over her stomach, it pushed out.
Was I… Was I seeing this right?
My mouth went dry and my heart ran like the fucking cops were chasing it.
Was Taylor pregnant?
My gaze whipped to hers. “Taylor…”
Where the hell did I even begin?
‘Are you pregnant?’
No, definitely not. I knew better than to ask that to any woman. Fuck.
There were a million questions, so many things I needed to know, and every second that went by felt like my body and my brain were stretched farther on the rack – tortured with wondering.
“Can we talk?” My eyes jerked back up to her face hearing her soft, strained voice. “Can… Can I come in?”
Yes. Talk. Explain.
What. The. Fuck. Was. Happening.
I was unable to process that the most innocent and chaste girl I’d ever met – the girl who’d never had a boyfriend to my knowledge – was standing at my door with a bump in her sweater that was never there before. And I would know because I was always fucking looking at her.
“Shit. Sorry.” I nodded, biting my cheek. “Of course, you can. I wasn’t expecting… you,” I finished dumbly. “You surprised me.”
I wasn’t an idiot. At least, for the past four-ish months I hadn’t been an idiot. But five seconds in her presence turned me into a goddamn fool – forgetting every fucking thing around me.
“Ash,” Danny’s voice coming up behind me was like a bucket of ice water over my head. “Who is it…” She trailed off in surprise like any normal woman would, walking up behind the guy she was casually seeing to find him standing at his door, talking to a woman who was obviously knocked up.
I knew what Danny was thinking but she was wrong.
Alcohol may have damaged many of my brain cells but I still knew the difference between fantasies and fucking – and fantasies, no matter how realistic or how frequently I’d had them about Taylor, couldn’t get her pregnant.
So, there was no way in hell that I was the father.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dr. Rebecca Sharp, while using a pen name, is actually a doctor living in Pennsylvania with her husband – the love of her life.
She enjoys working in her practice with her father as well as letting her creativity run free as an author. Growing up she’s always loved a good love story and finally decided to give writing one of her own a go.
After graduating with her doctoral degree, she now enjoys spending that thing called free time traveling with her husband, cooking, and knitting.
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Love is somewhere near the bottom of Lily Thomas’ list of life goals, right next to competitive eating and underwater cave diving. She’s spent six years pirouetting and pliéing her way up the ranks of the New York Ballet with her eye on the prize and love in the back seat. But now that Blane Baker — Lily’s long time crush — is finally single, she’ll throw her rules out the window without thinking twice.
Reality with Blane isn’t as epic as the fantasy she imagined, and the truth sends her spinning straight into the arms of the man she never knew she’d always wanted.
West Williams has been friends with Lily since the day she moved into their building and he saved her armoire from a swift, sudden death by staircase. Their friendship has always been easy, the boundaries clearly defined. With neither of them willing to risk their relationship, they’ve drifted happily through the years as companions, never considering more.
That is, until they do. And that realization changes everything.
With a Twist is a standalone romantic comedy and part of the Bad Habits series.
Everyone knows you should never say never.
Cooper Moore never saw Maggie Williams coming. She was just his best friend’s little sister, the curly-haired, freckle-faced girl from Mississippi who was absolutely off limits. And he never thought about her any other way — not until he saw her that night, broken and brave. From that moment on, he knew he’d do whatever it took to protect her, even if it meant he had to stay away.
Maggie never expected to find her fiancé banging her maid of honor an hour before she was set to walk down the aisle, but life’s funny that way. The only option to save her sanity is to get the hell out of Jackson and move to New York where her brother lives. The only downside: Cooper is there too. And she just doesn’t know if she can stay away from him — the filthy rich, dead sexy playboy who’s allergic to commitment.
The second Maggie sees him again, she realizes he’ll be impossible to resist. Luckily, commitment is the last thing on her mind, and Cooper is the perfect escape. As long as she can keep her heart in check, everything will be just fine. Because she can never have feelings for him. Or at least that’s what she’ll keep telling herself.
Chaser is a bestselling standalone romantic comedy and second book in the Bad Habits series.
Once Rose Fisher makes a decision, that’s it. End of story.
Like when her ex, Patrick, dumped her out of the blue, then showed up with a super hot, tatted up sex kitten on his arm. Then it was over for good. The end. Poof. Dead to her. Except he was everywhere — down the hall, at the bar with their friends, worming his way into her dreams.
But with their friends paired off, they’re left alone more and more. Rose is determined to keep him friendzoned — doesn’t matter that he stares at her with a smolder that drops all panties in a ten foot radius. She’s over him, and she’ll prove it by getting back into the dating game, Patrick be damned.
Patrick Evans is no stranger to consequences. When your mother walks out, your dad drifts away. When you leave home, you’re on your own. And when you run away from the girl you love, you lose her. He finally has an opportunity to rebuild the bridge he burned, and it’s not one he’ll take for granted. But he’ll have to fight for her, even if it hurts. Even if it means he’ll walk away brokenhearted. Because deep down, he knows that she’s it for him.
The trick will be to get her to admit she feels it too.
Last Call is a bestselling standalone romantic comedy and third book in the Bad Habits series.
I am sure of four things:
I’m the most sought-after social influencer.
I’m prepared to kick ass and take names.
I’m going to conquer the Big Apple.
I wasn’t prepared to have an unexpected roommate who happens to be drop-dead gorgeous.
Being the younger sister of two overprotective brothers taught me to be tenacious. Granted, that didn’t fare well when I mistook my roomie for an intruder. Fine, maybe a right hook wasn’t the most ladylike greeting, but his black eye only lasted a week. How was I supposed to know said intruder was also my advertising adversary?
The answer: I didn’t.
And having a single wall separating our bedrooms only adds more angst to my list. I’m sure I’ll never get a good night’s rest wondering if he sleeps commando . . . if those are moans I hear or snores . . . if he imagines me in his bed as I imagine him in mine.
The list goes on and on.
The most shocking thing I wasn’t prepared for was how he managed to capture my heart . . . right before he shattered it.
He called me Miss Sassy, and I proved him right.
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I looked up to see my assailant staring down at me in shock, her fists poised and ready to go another round. What the hell?
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay where you are. I’m calling the police.” If I hadn’t already been on my knees, her sexy-as-fuck accent and hot little body would have brought me there.
Stumbling to my feet and bracing myself for her to unleash more unearned violence, I put my hand up. “Look, you psycho, I don’t know who you are, but you need to relax. I’m staying here.” She flipped the light switch next to the door. My pupils contracted at the bright intrusion.
My nemesis was a gorgeous little thing. Her raven locks draped over her shoulders as she drilled into me with mesmerizing dark-brown eyes. It took a second or two for me to place the face with a name.
“I’m Colton Teller.” She tilted her head like a cute puppy trying to understand its master. Eyes that were narrowed slits widened into saucers. “And my guess is you’re Gianna Benedetto. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but . . .” At the sight of me pressing my palm to the spot she’d clocked, a tiny bit of remorse flitted through her expression.
The beauty in front of me had been my research project on the plane ride to New York. Young and sassy would be the perfect way to describe her. She used social media to gain followers and sponsorships for products. Although not much older than her, I was old school and took the standard advertising approach, which had little or nothing to do with social media. In fact, I despised it, where Gianna apparently lived for it.
Rather than flip out, she cracked open the bottle of water in her left hand and took a healthy swig, ignoring the fact that my left cheek felt like it had grown to twice its normal size. The crazy ninja who’d attacked me disappeared, and in her place was a calm, beautiful brunette who wanted nothing to do with me. Couldn’t say that I blamed her. We were vying for the same client, and if she knew anything about me, she didn’t stand a chance.
After a weighted pause she straightened her spine. “I know who you are, and you’re most certainly not staying here.”
Beautiful and headstrong . . . two of my favorite qualities in a woman.
“Listen, Gianna. May I call you that?” I asked, earning me a silent nod. “It appears that Elite Motors put us both up in the same place, making us roommates. You’re welcome to change locations. Unless, of course, you’d like to bail out of the pitch session altogether, because it’s most likely a waste of your time anyway.”
Gianna gave me a smile that almost knocked me back onto the hardwood floor. “Look, Mr.Teller,” she said, emphasizing my last name enough to earn her a crooked smirk. “The only person who will be wasting their time is you. You and I will not be staying in the same home. I suggest you call yourself a cab and go to a hotel.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Where I’m going is upstairs. Now . . .” I grabbed the handle of my suitcase. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve had a long day, and I’d like to go to my room. Either you can tell me which one is yours or I’ll take my best guess.”
Her sexy-as-fuck mouth dropped open, and before I could tell her what she could do with those perfectly plump lips, she said, “The first room on the right is mine.”
“See, that wasn’t too difficult. I’ll see you in the morning.” That glare she favored appeared again. “Sweet dreams, Gianna.”
As I took the steps up to my room, the sassy Italian beauty mumbled something in her native tongue, bringing a smile to my face. Something told me having Gianna Benedetto not only as an adversary but also as a roommate would prove to be very interesting.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Joanne Schwehm and A.M. Madden have once again teamed up writing a sexy standalone romance. They strive to bring you heartfelt romances that you can lose yourself in.
Once their lives connected, they decided they must have been separated at birth. Their love for all things romance and bad reality television, made them realize they share the same brain. Combine that with their Italian upbringing and they are a perfect match.
Together, they have achieved bestselling status as well as having two award-winning books in their contemporary series, The Mr. Wrong Series.
You can contact them at firstname.lastname@example.org
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