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When he was there,

My soul finally breathed its air.

My steps became lighter,

My heart beat faster.

Having my spirit dance,

Along the broken edges

That would be soon,

Deemed our last chance…

Begging to hold,

He must have thought I was

A part of that mold.

Only breaking free,

Now caused this suffering…

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“See ya, Katie.” He flashes me his grin right when the metal slams. The loud scream from his exhaust wakens his ride while I step back further. Giving him a small wave, I’m about ready to walk away when all of a sudden, I bump into someone.
“Oh, sorry,” I mumble then look up to see Claire smiling at me.
“That’s so nice. Motherfucker is actually dropping you off even though you own a beamer.” Her eyes move to his Blazer at the sound of Caleb’s exhaust blaring out of the parking lot.
“He stayed over last night.” Watching him as he takes off down the road, I feel Claire’s eyes burning a hole through the side of my head. My lip curls up, and I can’t help but tip my head at her.
“Shut the fuck up!” Claire squeals, clapping her hands, banging her chunky silver bracelets together. “He popped your cherry!”
“Claire!” Shooting my arm out, I yank down her wrist. “Shh…” Pressing my finger up to my lips, I quickly scan over my shoulders to make sure that no one around heard anything Claire said.
“What?” She waves her head to the side to brush back her hair. “Holy fuck, tell me about it!” Opening the doors, I keep my chin low but smile brightly while we walk in sync to my locker.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “He came over last night.”
“Apparently came is the right word.” She laughs.
“Claire.” I snap my head at her but can’t help but laugh, too.
Rolling my eyes, I start working on the combination to my locker, Claire props her elbow up on the locker beside me.
“So, for real, how was it?” she leans in toward me and whispers. Not looking at her while I put my bag in, I’m able to breathe out, “Unreal…”

MEET THE AUTHOR:

Natalie Barnes was born in Sault Ste Marie, Michigan on a rainy, September Thursday. She grew up on the Bay Mills Indian Reservation in Michigan’s eastern upper peninsula. 

Married with children, she started writing as a way to have downtime for herself. Never planning on publishing until her first piece was finished. That’s when it all changed.

Not even four months after publishing, “Everything I Want,” she left her full time job as Accounts Payable and took the dive into continuing her desire for storytelling. 

When she isn’t losing it with her characters, she’s jamming out or combing the backroads of the Upper Peninsula countryside. Blueberry picking to two-tracking and gathering; anything that has to do with the outdoors, she’s into. 

Natalie also has an eye for indie films. Connecting with a screenwriter a couple years ago, there’s now a screenplay based on her first novel out there. She’ll continue to see where that goes and in the meantime, plans on having screenplays written for all her tales. 

Always creating, always telling a tale one way or another. 

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HEAT by CA Harms
Series: Montgomery Men #2 (Standalone)
Genre: Contemporary Romance
— SYNOPSIS —
Beckett Montgomery is a well-known detective in the New York area. He takes his job seriously and has little time for anything else.

But when he’s called to Shanelle Kramer’s apartment after she’s frightened by an intruder in the middle of the night, he finds himself getting a little too involved. He can’t seem to let go of the image of the beautiful, scared blonde sitting at the end of her couch in those tiny shorts and that even tinier tank top.

It was his job to keep her safe. His job to find the man stalking her.

But Beckett is finding it next to impossible to keep this case strictly professional.

Maybe just one taste would end his addiction for Shanelle.

But one taste was just a tease….

He needed more.

Because the Heat between them was just too hot to resist.

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The moment she lifted her gaze, I swear I felt the floor shift beneath my feet and my stomach grew weak momentarily. 

It was her, the woman from the club that night. The one I’d thought of often ever since she walked away from me that night and though I barely knew her I swear I felt the loss. 

She looked so confident then, but now she looked so delicate and frail. The scared look in her eyes made my stomach feel hollow. It was a strange feeling, really. Over the years on the job, I’ve looked into the eyes of a terrified woman so many times. I’ve listened to them explain their fears and describe the terror they lived through, and watched them break in front of me. But I’ve never felt the kind of things I did now. 

I wanted to find the asshole that had placed her in this state and strangle the life out of him. 

“It’s you,” she whispered. I was surprised she recognized me in her current state of mind. Our initial meeting was so brief it probably couldn’t even be called an introduction. “Beckett,” she whispered, and I took a seat before her. “Right?” I nodded and ignored the curious looks of those around us. “Yes,” I replied as she continued to stare at me. “Beckett’s right. Detective Montgomery, actually,” I clarified and her eyes widened just a bit. 

Her lip trembled even though I could tell she was attempting to appear strong. I wanted to take her into my arms and hold her close. I wanted to whisper that she was safe now, but I refrained. Fuck, I had never had this type of battle when it came to my job. Putting my emotions aside had never been a problem until now. 

“There was someone here,” she said, staring me in the eyes with a look of determination. “I saw him. He just stood there in the doorway watching me. And I was so scared to move because I had no idea what he wanted. I wanted him to leave, but he stood there, watching and waiting, I don't even know for what.” She took in a deep breath. “I’ve never felt that kind of fear before.” 

I allowed her a few moments to just breathe before I began my own series of questions, doing my best to sound supportive and genuine. 

“I know it was dark, but was there anything about him you recognized?” She shook her head. “Could you tell if he had short hair, long hair?” 

“He wore a hat. A baseball cap,” she clarified. 

“Did he say anything? Do anything that you remember?” 

She shook her head again. 

“Did he turn in the doorway, was there any lighting illuminating the room that gave you the chance to see his side profile?” Another shake of her head left us with no answers. Tears rolled along her cheeks, and my chest ached. “It’s okay,” I assured her as I placed my hand on her forearm. “I’m gonna take a look around,” I said as I began to stand, and panic took over her features. 

There was something greatly satisfying about the fact that she didn't like the idea of me leaving her. “Just a quick scan,” I assured her as I stood. “I’m not leaving. I promise you, you’re safe with me.” 

She gave a quick nod before she wrapped her arms around herself and sank back into the couch, as if she were attempting to hide from this evening’s events. 

As I moved from her living room to her bedroom, I looked for any clue that may help us solve this puzzle. Each time I looked to her, she was watching me, and that satisfied feeling returned again. 

I’d never wanted to be any woman’s savior. I just woke up every day and fought the bad guys because I fucking loved the rush. 

But tonight felt different. Knowing that she was looking at me as her hero felt deeply gratifying. 

I wanted to be the one to saved her. I wanted to take down the man who’d terrorized her and give her back her freedom. And damn if I didn't want her to keep looking at me just like she was now. 

Like I was her hero.

— ABOUT THE AUTHOR: CA HARMS —

A little about me. Let’s see where to start.

I love HEA stories, as long as they come packing a little heat. I need some excitement, some angst, and moments that make me fan my face are always good too. I am an Illinois girl, born and raised. Simple and true, it honestly doesn’t take much to make me happy. I love the little things; they truly mean the most. I may have a slight addiction to my new Keurig—oh my, that thing is a godsend. And so fast too. I have two children who truly are my very best friends, and their faces never fail to put a smile on my face. I have been married to my husband for sixteen years, and even though at times I want to beat him with a stick, I would never change the years we have had. We have learned and fallen, only to pick each other up, dust off the ache, and help each other make it right.

I am one of those authors that adore my fans. I love to hear from you. After all, it is because of each one of you that I continue to write. I look forward to your feedback.

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From the USA Today and AMAZON best seller, HJ Bellus, comes an emotional tale of true love: Gravity.

Your first love is nothing to joke about. It's powerful, overwhelming, and something that haunts you forever. When your first love is severed, you lose a piece of your soul. Your world shatters.

My first love, Amos Marshall, left something behind for me. He promised me forever and gave that to me. It's the GRAVITY that keeps my universe held together. This natural phenomenon keeps me whole to move forward every single day of my life.

Back in his hometown with a life-changing secret to reveal, the problem is I'm too greedy to give up the last piece of Amos that I hold dear.

Gravitational attraction has a funny way of pulling new people into your life. It's unwanted, but the force is tenacious.
Cub Stent storms into my life piecing together my secret. He fills dark mysterious holes that have been vacant for years.

Does my heart have room for a second love?
Only Gravity will know.

Gravity is a companion novel to Royal Atlas by HJ Bellus. 

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CUFFED by Dani René
Series: Falling Stars Duet Book #1
Genres: Erotic Romance
— SYNOPSIS —
When Dane Brawley whips out his cuffs,
there’s only one thing I can do… relent.

When Jasmine Archer purrs my name,
there’s only one thing I can do… relent.

He’s got talent’s I didn’t think a man could possess.
She’s got a body I could get addicted to.

Will one night be enough?
Or will Hollywood’s newest star and Los Angeles’ sexy officer find forever in the City of Angels?

*This is book one in the duet and has no cliffhanger. Each book will feature a different couple. This is a short, dirty read. 18+ ONLY due to a filthy mouthed alpha and explicit sex scenes.

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Hey darlings,

I am an indie author and freelance graphic designer. I started focusing on writing in January 2015 and after a few fan fiction stories, I decided to publish Ace of Harts it was my first full length novella. On a daily basis I have a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in my mind. If I am not on Pinterest or Instagram looking for my next muse, you can find me on Twitter or Facebook. So head on over, I love meeting new readers and authors.

When I am in the cave, I am happiest. If you can’t find me sitting behind my trusty MacBook writing about hot alpha males, I am probably drinking coffee at a coffee shop, or wine tasting one of the few hundred wine farms in my home city of Cape Town, in South Africa.

I have an addiction to reading (who doesn’t?), TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream. I am constantly looking for a new book to get lost in and new book boyfriend to fall in love with. My favorite authors include – M Never, K Webster, KL Kreig, Meghan March, and that’s just to name a few!

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DANCER by Jamie Schlosser
Series: The Good Guys; Book 2
Genre: New Adult | Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Star Bound Books
Release Date: December 8th, 2016
— SYNOPSIS —
BRIELLE
Technically, I’m not a stripper. As a cage dancer, I don’t take all my clothes off and no one gets to touch me. I’m just the eye-candy.

And I can feel their eyes on me. I know they’re watching, but I don’t do this for them.

This is my time.

My life may not have turned out the way I thought it would, but I’m not complaining. From 9pm to 1am several days a week I get paid to feel sexy, to feel desired, to do what I love.

I always knew I wanted to be a dancer—I just didn’t realize I’d be doing it in a cage.

COLTON
Erectile dysfunction—two words that can cause a collective cringe from men everywhere. The doctors can call it ‘performance anxiety’ all they want, but that’s just a fancy way of saying my dick doesn’t work.

Just when I start to think there’s no hope for me, I see her. She’s gorgeous, sexy, and goofy as f*ck. She also looks really familiar but I can’t put my finger on it.

When I find out who she really is, my world is turned upside-down and everything seems to fall into place.

She’s not gonna make it easy for me, but I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. She’s convinced I won’t stick around.

I’ll prove her wrong.
I’ll show her I’m one of the good guys.

*Although Dancer is part of a series, it can be read as a standalone.

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Jamie Schlosser grew up on a farm in Illinois surrounded by cornfields. Although she no longer lives in the country, her dream is to return to rural living someday. As a stay-at-home mom, she spends most of her days running back and forth between her two wonderful kids and her laptop. She loves her family, iced coffee, and happily-everafters. 

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TRINITY'S TRUST by @Charms0814 #BookTour

TRINITY'S TRUST by CA Harms
Sawyer Brothers #5
Genre: Western Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Release Date: Nov. 1, 2016
— SYNOPSIS —
Trinity Flores stumbled upon the Sawyer family when she needed it most.

She was broken, lost, and looking for a new beginning.

They gave her love that most dream of, unconditionally devoted to her well-being.

The large, overbearing, protective, bullheaded Sawyer men vowed to keep her safe, and—of course—at times drove her crazy.

When Chase Douglas came to town, he hadn’t expected to do anything other than help his ill grandmother. Then the new deputy caught sight of the shy, blonde-haired beauty and it was impossible not to want to know her more. But he had no idea the torment he was about to face, or the obstacles he would encounter from the Sawyer Brothers.

They didn’t make it easy for him to win her heart. He had to prove himself first, and that just made him fight harder to prove he was the right man for her.

Gaining Trinity’s trust was his number one goal.

Because in Chase’s eyes, no one deserved the love of a devoted man more than the woman who captured his heart.

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Sometimes I woke from a dream of still being trapped in that house, still fearful of his anger. My mind would fall back to that place where I felt it was all deserved. Michael had a control over me I couldn’t explain, and I allowed it to continue for far too long.

I lived with it and just accepted it as my fate until that final day when I could no longer take the hate he showed me. I could barely even tolerate myself because I was so shameful of my life and how far I’d let things go.

It was my fault I never stood up to him; instead, I allowed him to knock me down daily and take all his anger out on me. He had a way with words that could make anyone feel inferior to him. He was condescending and manipulative and I was a fool.

It was disgusting, the person I had become.

I was really heartbroken now when I thought back on it all. How I’d wasted precious time, time I’d never get back.

But I escaped and somehow, by some miracle, I found my way to Livingston. I stumbled upon some of the greatest people with the warmest souls. And I was proud to refer to those people as my family. It didn’t matter that we didn’t share the same bloodline; they loved me just the same and I in turn loved and adored them. It was because of the Sawyer family that I found the strength to press charges against Michael for the things he had put me through. It was because of them I filed for divorce and started to once again live my life.

I would forever be grateful to Noah and Ryan for helping me find the right path that day. They honestly could have shipped me down the road and forgotten about the homeless girl they found stranded in a car on a back country road. Instead they introduced me to the women they loved, and in turn I found myself surrounded by so much joy I had no idea what to do with it all.

The three Sawyer men referred to me daily as their sister and so did their wives. And Tammy, God bless her, gave me the love of a mother, something I’d never had before, and nothing had ever felt so good.

It was something I treasured and in no way could I ever explain just how thankful I truly was.

The bond we’d formed could never be broken. I was finally home.

I had become so wrapped up in my own thoughts I hadn’t heard the bell above the door of Sassy Ladies chime, announcing a customer had entered. But at the sound of a deep voice just a few feet behind me, I yelped in surprise as I spun around with my hand pressed tightly against my chest.

There, only a few feet away, stood the man who’d starred in so many of my dreams lately. So vivid and convincing that it was hard not to feel they were real.

Chase Douglas.

— ABOUT THE AUTHOR —

C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

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UNCONTROLLABLE by Shannon Richard @shan_richard @ForeverRomance #NEWRELEASE

Uncontrollable by Shannon Richard
A Country Roads Novella
Forever Yours, Grand Central Publishing
Release Date: November 1, 2016
— SYNOPSIS —
THE THIN LINE BETWEEN LOATHING...AND LUST.

It's been a tough year for Beth Boone. She's lost the person she cared about the most: her big sister. But Beth isn't grieving alone. She's now guardian to her sister's three children and though she loves them fiercely, so far she's not exactly winning at parenting. In this noisy, peanut-butter-everywhere chaos, there is no calm. None. So Beth has zero patience with the infuriating guy next door-not to mention his destruct-o "puppy"-wreaking more havoc in her life.

Except that Tripp Black is all muscles, deep brown eyes, and lips that promise way-too-delicious things. Every time Tripp and Beth confront each other, there's an undercurrent of red-hot sexual tension, one that threatens to break down all her carefully constructed walls. She's been burned before, and Tripp is a self-proclaimed bachelor for life. There's no way that Beth's too-hot-neighbor-from-hell could ever be the man for her-until their uncontrollable attraction becomes so much more.

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Tripp knew within an instant that Beth Boone tasted better than anything he’d ever had in his mouth. There was no gentle coaxing necessary in the kiss. The second his lips were on hers, she opened for him, her tongue sliding against his.

And it wasn’t just her taste, either; she felt better than anything he’d ever touched…or had been touched by. Her hands were under his shirt, her bare palms moving across his abs. She flexed her fingers, her nails just biting into his skin.

Okay, so she liked it a little rough. He could work with that.

He repaid the slight sting she’d left on his lower belly by nipping at her bottom lip. Her answering moan sent him over the edge and just like that he had her pushed up against the counter. He gently tugged on her hair, getting her to tilt her head and allowing him to deepen the kiss.

It was a whole new experience kissing Beth, the shock to his system setting off a chain reaction in his body. His blood ran hotter, his heart beat faster, his skin felt over-sensitized…stretched too tight and tingling.

The feel of her against him—her mouth, her hands, the scent of her, the taste of her— burned him. 

She burned him. Kissing this woman was like something he’d never known.

“Holy shit.” He pulled back, needing a full breath of air before his lungs exploded.

Beth’s head was cradled in his palm and he took in the full picture as he looked down into her face. Her blue eyes were dazed, blond hair wild, lips slightly swollen, breath coming in and out in uneven gasps.

So damn beautiful it was insane.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked, shaking his head.

But he didn’t give her a chance to answer before his mouth was on hers again—tongues tangling, breaths mingling, need consuming.

Yeah, consuming was the right word, which was why it probably took both of them entirely by surprise when two dogs barking echoed around them. Tripp pulled his mouth away from Beth’s, keeping his hands firmly in place as he turned.

Duke and Frankie were already wrestling on the floor in front of Finn, who was standing in the living room. His eyebrows were raised in surprise at the scene before him. “I, uh, knocked… The door was open so I figured you were outside or something.”

“I was just leaving.” Beth pulled away from Tripp’s hold, her face and neck flushed. Whether it was more from the kissing or being caught he wasn’t entirely sure.

What he was sure about was that he really didn’t like the fact that she wasn’t under his hands anymore.

“You sure? I can just come back so you two can finish up.” Finn pointed to the door as he bit his bottom lip, trying and failing to hide the smirk that was making his mouth twitch.

“That’s not necessary.” Beth moved farther across the kitchen, putting distance between her and Tripp. “I’ll see you later. Enjoy the pie,” she said before she turned and practically ran down the hallway.

But that wasn’t how this was going to end.

“Give me a sec.” Tripp made to follow Beth before he turned quickly and looked at Finn. “And don’t eat my pie.”

Beth practically sprinted from Tripp’s house, her mind, heart, and pulse racing. Tripp Black had just kissed her…and she’d had absolutely no problem kissing him back. The instant his lips had touched hers she’d opened her mouth for him. Good gravy, if Finn hadn’t walked in there was no telling what else she would’ve opened for him.

Oh, that was a lie; she knew exactly what else she would’ve opened for him. She’d have let that man carry her off to any hard surface and spread her out. Let him do whatever the hell he wanted.

He’d had his hands on her, those big masculine calloused hands that had been gentle and demanding at the same time. It had been so long since she’d been touched by a man…but no one had ever touched her like that.

And she’d touched him back. Her palms still burned with the feel of his skin and she balled her hands in an attempt to hold onto the sensation.

She was almost to the side door that led to the garage when the sound of her name had her turning around. Tripp was rounding the side of his house at a jog, a look of fierce determination on his face.

Her stomach started to somersault immediately.

What are you doing to me? Tripp had asked that question right before he’d started the second round of kissing that had been damn near close to destroying her.

No, the real question was, what was he doing to her?

“What the hell was that?” he asked when he was only a few feet away. “You just walk away?”

“Tripp, I—”

But that was all she got out before he pushed her up against the brick wall. “I wasn’t done kissing you.”

His mouth came down hard on hers, and just like before, she didn’t fight him one little bit. And why the hell would she?

He’d awakened a hunger in her that had been dormant for way too long, a hunger that in that moment was stronger than it had ever been. Maybe it was stronger because it was shared—the man seemed pretty hell bent on devouring her.

She had her hands in his hair this time; she hadn’t reached that high before as she’d gotten distracted by touching his body. The strands were soft and damp between her fingers. He must’ve just showered; the scent of soap on his skin strong.

“God,” he groaned as he trailed his lips down her neck. “If I’d known this was what kissing you was like, we could’ve saved ourselves a lot of arguments.”

“Is that right?”

“You wouldn’t have been able to yell at me if your mouth had been occupied with mine.”

“But then you wouldn’t have gotten cookies…or pie,” she countered as his lips started to make the return journey up her throat and across her jaw.

“I’d rather have your mouth.” And just like that he was kissing her again, his tongue stroking against hers and taking control.

When Tripp pulled back from her a minute—or five—later, Beth was slow to open her eyes, taking more than a second to focus on him.

“Consider everything forgiven.” He brushed his lips against hers, the scruff of his beard just rasping against her cheek as he moved his mouth up to her ear. “And Beth?”

“Hmmm?” she hummed, unable to say any actual words.

“I’m still not done kissing you.” With that he stepped back from her and walked away.

She stood there, unable to pull her gaze from him as he disappeared around the side of the house.

Holy fuck. Did that really just happen? 

Yes, yes it had. Tripp had kissed the ever living daylights out of her. He’d thoroughly decimated her brain…which was probably why her back was still fused to the brick wall and she hadn’t moved at all.

She’d go inside just as soon as she remembered how to walk again…whenever that was.

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Shannon Richard grew up in the Florida Panhandle as the baby sister of two overly protective but loving brothers. She was raised by a more than somewhat eccentric mother, a self-proclaimed vocabularist who showed her how to get lost in a book and a father who passed on his love for coffee and really loud music. She graduated from Florida State University with a BA in English Literature and still lives in Tallahassee where she battles everyday life with writing, reading, and a rant every once in a while. Okay, so the rants might happen on a regular basis. She's still waiting for her Southern, scruffy, Mr. Darcy, and in the meantime writes love stories to indulge her overactive imagination. Oh, and she's a pretty big fan of the whimsy.

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MAYBE THIS KISS by @JenniferSnow18 @ForeverRomance #NewRelease

Maybe This Kiss by Jennifer Snow
Book 1 of the Colorado Ice series
Forever Yours, Grand Central Publishing
Release Date: November 1, 2016
— SYNOPSIS —
Love is always worth the risk . . .

Neil Healy was happy to be promoted to Air Force Lieutenant, but he's less than thrilled that the new job has brought him back to his hometown. The memories alone could kill a man, to say nothing of actually seeing the woman he never got over. Neil knew avoiding Becky Westmore would be impossible, but he didn't expect the chemistry between them to be as strong as ever.

All Becky wants this holiday season is to get through the month of December with her sanity intact. Not helping? Her ex-boyfriend's return to Glenwood Falls. Even after a decade apart, Neil still makes her feel in ways no other man has. But Christmas is a time for miracles, and maybe Becky's will be a second chance at first love.

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“Need some help?”

The unexpected sound of a deep male voice made Becky jump and lose her balance once again on the wet floor. Two hands gripped her shoulders to steady her and she immediately wished he’d have let her fall. Feeling her cheeks on fire, she turned to face Neil.

His profile picture did not fully capture the hotness standing in front of her. Time had been far too good to him. The young, boyish face had been replaced by a rugged handsomeness that would turn more than one head in the small town, and she immediately felt a pang of irrational jealousy. His solid, square jaw with just the right amount of stubble had always been her weakness, and his dark brown eyes held a look of uncertainty mixed with a friendly familiarity as though no time at all had passed since she’d last gazed into them.

Becky folded her arms across her body, putting up a physical barrier to match the internal one that had immediately sprung up around her heart at the unexpected feelings spurred by the sight of her ex. “What are you doing here? How’d you get in?” Small town or not, she never left her door unlocked. After having a police officer for a husband, she’d known not to adopt a false sense of security.

“Your daughter let me in.” He surveyed the mess of the laundry room. “Washing machine problems?” he asked, removing his jacket to reveal a tight, black T-shirt haphazardly tucked into one side of a hip-hugging pair of denim.

“Oh no…it’s no…” She clamped her lips together. She couldn’t even remember the question. What was it about his big, muscular arms that turned her brain to complete mush?

Maybe the fact that she still remembered what it felt like to be wrapped up in them?

“Let me look,” Neil said, moving her away by her shoulders and stepping carefully into the two inches of water on the floor. It sloshed under his boots and soaked the frayed hem of his faded jeans.

Riding boots. He’d always talked about owning a motorcycle. An adrenaline junkie from an early age, he’d owned his first dirt bike at fourteen and the sight of him on it had done crazy things to her teenage hormones. She remembered sneaking out after curfew to ride on the back of it, holding on tight to him as they sped along the empty dirt roads at night, stopping to make out near the riverbank…“That’s not necessary. I got it under control.”

He ignored her. Opening the lid, he looked inside, then reached into the water, up to his biceps. Sexy, toned, still-tanned-from-the-Miami-sun biceps.

“Really, I’m sure you have places to be. I’ll call someone if it’s something I can’t fix on my own.” Since ending his pursuit of a hockey career, Jackson flipped houses for a living and was quite the handyman. He was her go-to for these kind of things.

“It’s okay. I’m here anyway,” Neil said, not sounding all too pleased about it.

Well neither was she. She certainly hadn’t been expecting a visit from the hottest man to ever leave her weak in the knees. And she definitely would not have invited him in and allowed him to see her messy laundry room. But here he was. Standing in two inches of water, his arm disappearing in her washing machine, looking like a sexy gift from handyman heaven.

And she was wearing Star Wars pajama pants and a holiday-themed sweatshirt featuring Grumpy Cat that said dashing through the snow…get the f*ck out of my way.

Not exactly the way one fantasizes about running into an ex.

She was going to have to have the “don’t open the door to strangers” talk with Taylor again.

“I think I found the problem,” he said, pulling a thin piece of black, lacy fabric from the machine. “These were wrapped around the agitator.” He opened the thong, stretching the thin waistband between his hands. “Nice.”

Her mortification obviously knew no bounds. She yanked them out of his hands and tucked the wet fabric under her arm. She’d worn them under duress earlier that week when she’d had nothing else clean. They were horrible. The lace, the string between her ass cheeks…She shuddered at the memory of how they’d ridden up past her jeans when she’d bent over at the grocery store to pick up an apple that had rolled off the fruit display table, and she’d caught the fifteen-year-old stock boy, Al, staring.

She should have burned them instead of washing them because she would never wear them again. “Thank you for discovering the problem,” she said through clenched teeth. “Even though I said I had it under control.”

He ignored her comment. “Why don’t you plug it back in and see if that fixes things?”

Well, another thong wouldn’t be caught in there, if that’s what he was hoping. A memory of the lingerie she used to wear for him flashed in her mind—matching bra and panty sets, one-piece teddies…The look in his eyes seeing her in those things had made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world. And the way he’d slowly remove the garments from her body had sparked a passion, an intensity, an undeniable need…

Her eyes met his now and she could see her own thoughts reflected in his expression. He glanced away quickly, but it was too late—she knew that look well. She wasn’t the only one struggling with the past.

She plugged in the machine and it hummed as it resumed its cycle as though nothing had happened. As if the ground beneath her feet hadn’t just trembled.

“Great,” Neil said. “Just FYI—You’re supposed to put those things in a garment washing bag.”

“Suddenly a connoisseur of women’s delicates?” Damn, that sounded jealous even to her ears.

“Twelve years is enough time for anyone to change.”

Was it? Then why did things feel so much the same when she looked at him? Too much time had passed, too much life had happened for both of them—she couldn’t claim to know the man he was now. Yet, her heart insisted it did.

Before she could say anything, his hands were on her face. Her eyes widened at the feel of the rough palms against her skin. She opened her mouth to speak, but his lips pressed against hers before she could process what was happening.

What was he doing? What was she doing? That was the better question as her arms circled his neck. And how did the sensation of his mouth on hers feel so damn familiar after all these years?

— ABOUT THE AUTHOR —

Jennifer Snow lives in Edmonton, Alberta with her husband and son. She writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance stories set everywhere from small towns to big cities. After stating in her high school yearbook bio that she wanted to be an author, she set off on the winding, twisting road to make her dream a reality. She is a member of RWA, the Writers' Guild of Alberta, the Canadian Authors Association, and the Film and Visual Arts Association in Edmonton. She has published over ten novels and novellas with many more on the way.

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Derrick’s Choice

Titan Security – Book #1
By Cynthia P. O’Neill
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
— SYNOPSIS —
Derrick Caldwell:
Trying to carve out my own way in life, I joined the Air Force, only to have my dad pull strings to place me in Special Ops. Turns out, my entire life had been decided for me; I was to follow in my father’s footsteps.

Once discharged, I had my goals within reach and defying dad was at the top of my list, until Jesse walked in, stealing everything I wanted. I should’ve hated her for taking away my choice, but I couldn’t; one smile was all it took to brand herself on my soul. I swore I’d bide my time and eventually have my dream job and her!

Who knew the position my father forced me to take for Titan Security would lead me to everything I desired? I’d have to act fast, as time was working against me, with a potential killer on the loose, money missing from the company, and someone stalking her…

Jesse Bradford:
On the verge of making manager, I was consumed with work, before Derrick stepped in and snatched my promotion out from under me. He’s familiar, but how? And why did he take my breath away every time we touched? I wanted to make his job a living hell – until someone tried to kill me.

Now my life was in his hands, the ones I imagined bending me to his will. Why am I even thinking this way? He has me confused, forcing me to rethink who I am, submitting to my desires, and helping him track down a killer(s) before they strike again. Can I trust him? I don’t know that I have a choice.

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“I’m no one of importance, sweetness.  For tonight, call me the Master of Your Dreams.”  I smirked as I said it, because she had no clue she’d been starring in mine for a while now. 

Jesse quickly countered, “You’re not my Master, and there’s no way in hell I’m a full submissive.  No one bosses me around.  I’m too damn independent to let someone control me.”

I pushed away from the door and walked right up to her, only inches separating us.  I lifted my hand to rub my fingers across her cheek.  At first she flinched, but then leaned into my touch as I ran my thumb over her lower lip.  “I beg to differ, sweetness.  How about a little wager?”

I knew I shouldn’t extend this offer, but she looked like sin on a stick.  I loved how her ample breasts would be more than a handful for me, along with those killer hips and thighs—enough to hang on to and squeeze my waist while I plowed into her.  STOP thinking with your dick, man! You have no idea who she is to Mr. Tennison.  She could be the niece or stepdaughter he was talking about, or she could be his mistress, but either way, she’s off limits to you.   I guess it’s a good thing I tend to ignore my conscience, because no one ever stirred me like this little package of perfection.

Her eyes, once again, fell to the floor as she asked, “What did you have in mind?”

I lifted her chin so our eyes met as I stepped even closer, our chests barely touching one another.  “If I can get you tied up and to surrender to me in the next seven minutes, you’ll admit you’re a submissive, and you’ll let me bring you to orgasm—one of the best of your life—before you are escorted out of the club.”  She started shaking her head, but I firmly held her chin to keep her focus on me.  “If you resist me, then I’ll let you play out your Domme fantasy, and I’ll submit to your orders and let you do whatever your heart desires.”

Her lips twisted in thought before she lifted her chin in defiance and allowed a smile to dance across her face, “Be prepared to lose.”

“Do you have any hard limits?”

She nodded, “Just one: no actual sex or penetration with your dick.”  With a pink blush spreading up her neck and onto her face, she looked down toward her privates. “You know, down there, I’ll consider the possibility of an oral exchange.”

Her words gave me a visual of doing exactly what she didn’t want: plowing into her with her shapely thighs holding tight to my waist.  But I could deal, especially if it meant her smart mouth wrapped around my cock with those luscious lips; I couldn’t imagine anything more enticing.  “That’s no problem, sweetness.  I can bring you plenty of pleasure without my dick, but that’s your loss, not mine.” 

I leaned forward, wrapping one arm around her waist and settling my hand against her lower back, while I reached my other hand up underneath her wig to the nape of her neck. Teasing her lower lip with my tongue, “Are you ready to begin, Mistress Jesse?”

She sucked in a breath by my knowledge of her name, so I took the opportunity and sealed my lips over hers, driving my tongue deep into her mouth.  Jesse tasted as good as she looked—sweet as a Georgia peach—which had been my favorite thing to eat when I was stationed at an Air Force Base during my final commission with the military in Georgia.  I wanted to consume her whole mouth, drawing the essence of her soul into me so I could possess her.  Have you forgotten that she’s your charge, part of your assignment? Shut the fuck up, conscience…she feels so right and so wrong all at the same time.

At first she wiggled in my grasp, but after a few seconds, her arms came up, wrapping around my neck as I pulled her tight to me. Her body instantly molded to mine, fitting my frame as though she were made just for me. She felt so right pressed up against every inch of my body.  I slowly started guiding her backward toward the wall with the cross. 

I pressed her back against the hard surface as I lifted both of her hands over her head and held them there in one of mine, grinding myself into her center to see how she’d respond.  The little minx pushed herself into me as her tongue crashed into my mouth, seeking more from me.  It took every ounce of my control as a Dom to stay focused.  She had my brain and my body rattled, and I’ve never been that way.  While keeping her mind in a befuddled state of bliss, I slowly maneuvered one hand and secured it to the cross.

A strong voice broke through my memory…”Derrick.  Damn it, soldier, get your head out of your ass and let’s continue this.  I don’t have all night.” Tennison huffed.  How the hell could I forget he was here?  I seriously need to get my shit together, because Jesse just might be the death of me.  My thoughts will have to wait until later…

— ABOUT THE AUTHOR — 

Cynthia P. O’Neill grew up in small town in South Florida and moved to Central Florida to attend college. There, she married her friend, love, and soul mate and still resides with their amazing son, and a feisty, four-legged little boy. 

In her books, Cynthia draws on her background in healthcare and business, along with her husband’s engineering knowledge. 

She currently writes on all levels of Romance. The Remembrance Series encompasses New Adult with a touch of Paranormal activity and a hint of Historical romance. A Learning Series is for those who like a little more steam with their books, falling into the categories of Contemporary - Erotica, with a hint of suspense. 

Her latest series, Need, will have several books, each focusing on one couple per book. The main couple will then become supporting characters, while some of the background characters step forward to find their own happily ever after. It will be will be a Contemporary – Erotic romance with a high level of suspense added. 

She tries to make her writing very personal and close to her heart. Regular life is the inspiration for her books, but her imagination takes them to new heights, opening up possibilities that would normally not exist. 

To learn more about the author, please visit Cynthia’s website at: www.cynthiaponeill.com

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