Monday, May 2, 2016

Release Blast: Chloe (Made Men #3) by Sarah Brianne


CHLOE
Made Men #3
Sarah Brianne
Released April 29th, 2016
Young Ink Press


Chloe’s scarred face makes her the school’s freak.
Her reflection is a constant reminder of how she got them.
The man who scarred her haunts not only her dreams, but also her reality.
Some nightmares don’t go away in the daylight.

Two men stand up to save her from the nightmares.
Both are men of the mafia, waiting behind a door she doesn’t want to open.
Amo the soldier and Lucca the underboss.
The Beast and the Boogieman.

Who will she choose?




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Hey! My name is Sarah Brianne and after living for twenty-two years the characters in my head told me enough was enough and I have finally put pen to paper (or is it finger to keyboard?) to tell their stories. Since I was a little girl I have watched every chick flick I could get my hands on, then when I became older I discovered a whole new world of romance novels. To me there is nothing better then a tale of true love and those are the stories that have inspired me to write. Like everything else in my life I have put my own spin on two lovers destined to be together.

Release Blast: Behind the Marquess's Mask (The Lords of Whitehall #1) by Kristen McLean


BEHIND THE MARQUESS'S MASK
The Lords of Whitehall #1
Kristen McLean
Released April 30th, 2016
Young Ink Press


Even the mask of an expert spy is no defense against his own heart.

With a reputation as dark as his appearance, Greydon Sharpe, the Marquess of Ainsley, ought to have been the last agent assigned to the daughter of a well-respected Member of Parliament. However, when she is brutally attacked and left for dead, it becomes clear he is the only one with the skills to keep her alive. All it will take are a few lies to keep her breathing long enough to capture the villain. Then he can send her on her way. If she would only behave herself, he might be able to complete his mission before she turns his contentedly miserable life into a chaotic mess.

Marriage is not an option … until it is.

Lady Kathryn Bryant, the adventure-seeking socialite, has no plans to behave. Kathryn would much rather spend her time in subterfuge, nabbing villains and finding clues. However, when her memory is lost in an attack, she has little choice but to trust the handsome Marquess. Though she is almost certain he is hiding something, she is helpless against his disarming smile and warm touch. Eventually, his lies will come to the surface, leaving only one question: Is England’s deadliest spy equipped to save a broken heart?

He stopped short a few feet from her, and every inch of her insufficiently clad body came into focus. She was dressed for bed with her auburn hair plaited over her shoulder. 
“You understand what I do, then.” Grey began unbuttoning his shirt at the neck. “Good. Now I can brag about my exploits. Do you know the worst part about being an unsung hero? It’s the unsung bit by far.” 
“You lied to me,” she accused, those blue pools glaring up at him. 
“I would be a sad excuse for a spy if I were honest,” he returned, swallowing the self-disgust. His fingers moved, deftly unfastening the buttons halfway down his chest. “I hope you appreciate the lengths I went through. I have dragged you out of a myriad of sticky situations, but this is the first time I have ever had to marry you to keep you alive.” 
Her eyes narrowed as her hands fisted in her lap. 
“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice,” he suggested. 
By the time the last word was out of his mouth, Kathryn had flung herself off her chair with her arm raised. 
The prickly thing was about to strike him. 
Grey caught her wrist then grabbed the other just in case she had similar ideas in mind for that one. Then she was wriggling to get free, bringing the pea-brain in his trousers to attention. It was frustrating. He hauled her into him, pinning her arms to his chest, and wrapping his tightly around her. It stopped the wriggling, but now she was glaring up at him with those giant, blue pools a man could drown in. He could feel every curve of her luscious body except where her little fists were pressed against the ugly scar peeking out from the opening in his shirt. 
Pea-brain was suddenly the only brain he remembered having.



Kristen has always had a love of novels, with a special place in her heart for historical romance. After reading enough of them to fill a rather impressive library, she decided to write her own. Now she has the pleasure of writing at home, tucked away in a forest with her husband, two children and her cat. Her husband is loving, and impressively patient, her two beautiful children strive to embarrass and exhaust her, and her cat hates everyone, but tolerates—well, she tolerates whoever will feed her.


Saturday, April 30, 2016

Review: Doing It Over (Most Likely To #1) by Catherine Bybee

"Name's Jack... Jack the Ripper. I'm on a work release program out of Sing Sing. Save little girls to keep my parole officer happy." - Wyatt Gibson

Doing It Over
Series: Most Likely To #1
Author: Catherine Bybee
Publisher: Montlake
Release Date: April 19, 2016
Source: Publisher for Review

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Voted Most Likely to Succeed, Melanie Bartlett ended up anything but. The down-on-her-luck single mom wants a complete do-over—is that too much to ask? With her family long gone from River Bend, strong, independent Mel is as surprised as anyone to end up in the quaint small town she once called home. But with her friends, Jo and Zoe, by her side, and a comfortable room at Miss Gina’s quirky bed-and-breakfast, she just might have turned the corner on a new life.

Wyatt Gibson never liked the big city. River Bend suits the ruggedly handsome builder just fine. Wyatt knows he’s home, even if that means being charmed by the appearance of Melanie and her spunky, adorable daughter. Is Wyatt’s calm devotion—even amid a coming storm—enough to convince Mel she may have found a home to call her own, a family that never leaves, and a true love to last a lifetime?


In the first book in Catherine Bybee's new Most Likely To series, readers are introduced to three friends - Melanie, Jo, and Zoe - that were each voted to their graduating class's "Most Likely To..." As their 10 year reunion approaches, they realize that they haven't quite lived up to their high school reputations. Melanie is the first to come home to face the music, or so she thinks. Although she is somewhat ashamed that she was unable to accomplish her dreams, Melanie is still an incredibly strong woman that is determined to make things better for her and her daughter, Hope. She's embarrassed, but still holds her head up high when faced with her fellow classmates. Wyatt doesn't quite know what to think of Melanie. All he knows is that he's attracted to her and wants to do best by her. Mel grounds him and gives him a reason to look at the world with a different set of eyes. And in return, Wyatt stands by Mel when she needs him the most. He welcomes her home and gives Mel a reason to stay where she's loved.

There is a lot happening in Doing It Over and I think that is why I liked it so much. Never a dull moment in this book... What I found most interesting about this one (and something I don't recall from Catherine's previous series) was that while we're being introduced to a fabulous new cast of characters, readers are also treated to brief glimpses into each of their perspectives. Yes, this book is mainly Wyatt and Mel's story, we also get moments from almost every other character. I loved that! Catherine hooked me with those small moments and now I'm chomping at the bit for Jo and Zoe's books. I loved the suspense Catherine wove throughout story. It was just enough to add a new dimension to the story without overtaking the romance. Doing It Over was a fantastic first book for a new series. It had me hooked from the first chapter and it left me counting down the days until the next book in the series.  



New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned the Weekday Brides Series and the Not Quite Series. Bybee lives with her two teenage sons in Southern California.  

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Thursday, April 28, 2016

Release Blast: Forever with You (The Starlight Hill Series #5) by Heatherly Bell

 

FOREVER WITH YOU
The Starlight Hill Series #5
Heatherly Bell
Releasing April 26th, 2016
Tydandon Publishing and Heatherly Bell Books


She forgot something on the way to the courthouse …

Sophia Abella has a good life, even if she is a little stuck.  Not quite single, not quite married, she keeps men at a safe distance. But when her ex-Marine husband returns to town and takes the job of chief of police, it might finally be time to get that paper work done once and for all. After all, most of her family already thinks she’s divorced.

They’re not actually, in the fullest sense of the word … divorced.

Years ago, Riley Jacobs chose the Marine Corp over his wife and has regretted his decision every day since. But once a Marine always a Marine, and he’ll use every tactical advantage he has to get Sophia to realize that she’s the only one for him.

Love and marriage … take two



He didn’t answer but only studied her. “Eat.” 
She took a bite somewhat automatically and felt immediately annoyed with herself for listening to him. “You’re bad for me.” 
What she didn’t say, because she didn’t even want to voice it, was that he’d somehow become nothing but a constant reminder of loss. Pain. Of a fear so overwhelming and raw it threatened to take over everything in its path. 
“I’m not. I’m what the doctor ordered.”  
“You’re like eating Chunky Monkey every night instead of once a week. Not a good idea.”  
He moved closer, so that his shoulder was touching hers. “So what do you want? Vanilla?” 
“Not vanilla.” She took another sip, moved her legs and Hershee jumped off her lap, disgusted with Sophia for not sitting still enough for Her Highness. “Maybe Neopolitan. It’s good enough but not so much that I want it every day of the week.” 
Riley stood up, took Sophia’s bowl and set it on the coffee table. He pulled her up off the couch, his hands on her elbows. The blanket fell to the ground at her feet. “Admit it. You’d like to have Chunky Monkey every day of the week. And sometimes you catch yourself thinking about it in the middle of the day. Wondering how you could get away with it.” 
“Maybe.” 
She’d forgotten how perfect it felt to be this close to him, their breathing comingled. Without a doubt, she’d once known he would have breathed for her if he could. He would have done anything for her.  
“You want Chunky Monkey. Admit it.” He pulled her closer, until she could feel every hard ridge of his body and then closer still. 
“Wait. Are we still talking about ice cream?”  
“No.” He kissed her. Not a tender kiss at all, but rough and claiming.  
Her hands fisted his shirt, and then with both hands she untucked it at his waist, letting her palms glide up his hard chest, touching the soft short hairs between her fingers. How she’d missed this, missed him. No matter what, they’d always had this part right. Touching, feeling.  
Riley squeezed her ass, his other hand sliding under her sweater to tug her bra cup aside. But then just as suddenly as he’d kissed her, he stopped.  
“Stay with me.” She pulled on his arm, directing him toward the bedroom. 
“Slow down, baby.” 
“It’s this way to the bedroom.” Sophia tugged on his hand again, a little like trying to move a mountain. “Just like your floor plan but reversed.” 
“Wait.” He bit his lower lip and didn’t move. 
“I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited long enough.” 
“You can wait a little bit longer, can’t you?” He grimaced. 
“Why should I?” 
He chuckled and framed her face with both hands. “Because I need you to be sure.” 
“Oh, that. I’m sure, Riley. I want this. I want you.”  
“No,” he said and his hands dropped down. “I want you to be sure about us.” 
“Us?” 
“You and me. Us. Forever. Can you tell me you’re sure about that?” He studied her. 
“Listen, you and I …”  
“Yeah.” He moved away from her, picking his jacket up on the way to the door. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” 
“But—” Was he seriously leaving her? Now? After all that talk about Chunky Monkey? Bastard!  
“Eat your soup,” he called out and shut her front door.



When early onset stage fright dashed dreams of Rock and Roll Hall of Fame status, Heatherly tackled her first book in 2010, and now the people and voices that occupy her head refuse to leave. She no longer sings unless you count randomly bursting into song to annoy her children (and the dogs).

If she were not an author, Heatherly maintains she would be a detective and a criminal's worst nightmare. She watches Dateline every Friday night and takes notes.

She lives in northern California with her family, including two beagles, one who can say 'hello' and the other who can feel a pea through several pillows.
                                                                                                     

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Lauren Layne
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In a novel that’s perfect for fans of Abbi Glines and Jessica Sorensen, USA Today bestselling author Lauren Layne delivers a sexy take on the timeless question: Can a guy and a girl really be “just friends”?

When Parker Blanton meets Ben Olsen during her freshman year of college, the connection is immediate—and platonic. Six years later, they’re still best friends, sharing an apartment in Portland’s trendy Northwest District as they happily settle into adult life. But when Parker’s boyfriend dumps her out of the blue, she starts to wonder about Ben’s no-strings-attached approach to dating. The trouble is, even with Ben as her wingman, Parker can’t seem to get the hang of casual sex—until she tries it with him.

The arrangement works perfectly . . . at first. The sex is mind-blowing, and their friendship remains as solid as ever, without any of the usual messy romantic entanglements. But when Parker’s ex decides he wants her back, Ben is shocked by a fierce stab of possessiveness. And when Ben starts seeing a girl from work, Parker finds herself plagued by unfamiliar jealousy. With their friendship on the rocks for the first time, Parker and Ben face an alarming truth: Maybe they can’t go back. And maybe, deep down, they never want to.


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“Milk?” she asks again. 
I take another bite of cereal, and it takes all of my self-control not to look pointedly at the bowl of cereal I’m eating. Of course we have freaking milk. 
“In the fridge,” I say with a friendly smile. She smiles back and she’s got deep dimples in each cheek. Cute. I can see why Ben likes this one. 
She walks past the table to the fridge, and I cringe when I see the fact that she has AIRHEAD monogrammed on the butt of her baby blue sweatpants. Really? Really?
Airhead has apparently forgotten that she wanted milk and instead pulls out one of the cans of Starbucks iced coffee that I keep stocked for Monday mornings when I need an extra pick-me-up, which is every Monday, because, well, Mondays are just the worst, aren’t they? 
Airhead pops the tab and takes a sip without asking, which I guess is kind of annoying, but I’ve never really been one of those girls who likes to waste energy getting bitchy about stupid things, so I let it go. 
“Hey, so I’m Parker,” I say. 
“I’m Liz. Are you dating Ben’s roommate?” 
Considering I know for a fact that Liz is the latest in a rather impressive streak of one-night stands, dating seems sort of a presumptuous word choice, because how does she know I’m not just a onetime sleepover guest like her? 
This, too, I let pass without comment. 
I mean, what else is the girl supposed to ask: Did you get drunk and sleep with a guy you barely know, like I just did? 
Plus, I have a fun surprise for her. 
“I am the roommate,” I say, keeping my smile friendly. I’m wearing my oldest pajamas and haven’t even pretended to have tried to take off last night’s mascara, which is now all over my face. I’m pretty sure I don’t look threatening. 
But I’d be wrong. 
Liz pauses halfway in, drinking my precious iced-coffee beverage, and her previously curious expression turns wary. 
I mentally shrug. Ben tends to use my unisex name to full advantage by avoiding female pronouns when referring to his roommate while a booty call is in progress. He picked up this approach after several hookups that failed due to the fact that some girls still subscribe to the old girls-and-guys-can’t-be-just-friends axiom. 
Amateurs. 
Ben ambles into the kitchen, his sweatpants matching the style of his girl toy’s, although his are dark UO green, and instead of a tacky phrase on the back, they just have the Oregon Duck, our old college mascot. We graduated a couple years ago, so the frat-boy attire’s a little sad, but I can’t judge him too harshly since my entire workout wardrobe consists of old college shirts. 
He yawns and smiles. “Morning. Have you girls met? Liz, Parker, Parker, Liz.” 
Ben’s either unaware of the fact that Liz is giving him a dark look or he no longer cares now that he’s gotten laid. 
Here’s the other reason I don’t exactly get my rocks off thinking about Ben in a romantic light: He’s kind of a player. As a friend, I can love him for it, but on the romantic front? Never. Ever. Not even with every possible STD test. 
“Hey, what happened to the must-wear-shirts-in-the-kitchen rule?” I ask, shoveling another bite of increasingly soggy Wheat Chex into my mouth. 
“No such rule exists,” he says, with a wink for Liz-slash-Airhead. Her expression softens lightly, and I resist the urge to slap a little sense into the poor girl. I want to tell her that his winks are a dime a dozen, but what’s the point? She has AIRHEAD printed on her sweatpants for God’s sake. 
“There is too a rule about shirts in the kitchen,” I insist. “House rule number fourteen. Speaking of which, where are my house rules?” 
“Hard to say,” he says, opening the fridge and glancing at its meager offerings before pouring a cup of coffee instead. “But I may have used them to mop up OJ the other day. Or maybe as a coaster for my beer.” He snapped his fingers. “Oh wait, no, I remember. I just plain threw them out the old-fashioned way.” 
I point to the doorway. “Shirt. Now.” 
He glances at Liz. “She can’t concentrate when my abs are on display. We have to give her anti-swoon pills.” 
Liz giggles even as she shoots me a searching look, as though she’s trying to determine whether I really will swoon over Ben’s admittedly impressive upper body. The guy’s like a machine. He misses workouts only on the worst of his hangover days. 
“Do you wanna grab some breakfast?” Liz asks Ben. 
Aww, poor Airhead. She doesn’t know the name of the game.

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Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of more than a dozen contemporary romance novels.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. A year after moving from Seattle to NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a fabulous agent and multiple New York publishing deals. 

Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and plus-sized Pomeranian. When not writing, you'll likely find her running (rarely), reading (sometimes), or at happy hour (often).



Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Review: Return of the Bad Boy (Second Chance #4) by Jessica Lemmon

"I'm coming for you, Sarge." - Asher Knight

Return of the Bad Boy
Series: Second Chance #4
Author: Jessica Lemmon
Publisher: Forever
Release Date: April 26, 2016
Source: Publisher for Review

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He's a mess...

Asher Knight has three constants in his life: music, beautiful women, and a bottle of Jack. He lives for the next gig, the next city, and dreams only of a life spent in front of an arena full of screaming fans. But Asher's nomad ways come to a sudden stop when he learns he's the father of a three-year-old from a past relationship and suddenly this rock star bad boy is forced to put down roots.

Only she can clean up

Gloria Shields is no one's fool. Sure, the sexual chemistry between her and Asher has always been intense, but she'd never risk giving her heart to a man who has a perfect record for breaking them. Except the man desperate to make things right with his newfound son is nothing like the rock god she's guarded her heart against for years. And it isn't long before she starts to wonder if life with this bad boy might be the best thing that's ever happened to her.


I was of two minds when I started Return of the Bad Boy. We finally get Asher and Gloria's book. After watching their chemistry and sexual tension sizzle in previous books, it was time for it to ignite. And boy does it ever! My man Ash... For a sexy-as-sin rock star, he sure does have the patience of a saint. Not knowing how to lure Gloria out of her shell frustrates the hell out of him, but he does it because he loves her. Ash knows what they have is special so he refuses to let Gloria ignore their chemistry. While her mind and body scream YES, it is her heart that is scared. It's heartbreaking because Gloria doesn't know how to love or even know how to be loved. Everyone that has ever been important in her life has abandoned her. It is only recently that she's started to build a new family out of her friendships. So when Asher starts pushing his way into her heart, it throws her for a loop. I was awestruck watching them slowly rebuild her trust until Gloria finally opened her heart to the possibility of a happily ever after with Asher.

Now why was I of two minds with this book? That's simple... I freaking loved every book in this series and I was not ready to say goodbye to these characters. The Second Chance series is what introduced me to Jessica Lemmon's writing. From the moment I started the first book in the series, I was a goner. Jessica's writing style is flawless. You get a wide range of emotions in her books, especially with Return of the Bad Boy. I was elated to finally get Ash and Gloria's story. I was just as frustrated as Asher was when Gloria was hell bent on pushing him away. I cried alongside Gloria as she realized that her past may have damaged her new friendships and relationship with Ash. While I'm sure a couple of these characters will appear in future books, I still grinned like a fool as all of their story lines came to an end. All of these emotions in one phenomenal book. Jessica is now one of my favorite authors. I'm sad to see this series end, but I'm also very excited to see what she has in store for us next.



A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.


Spotlight: Filthy Foreign Exchange by S.E. Hall & Angela Graham

Filthy Foreign Exchange
S.E. Hall & Angela Graham
April 24, 2016

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New York Times bestselling authors Angela Graham and S.E. Hall have teamed up again to bring you a full-length, steamy new romance.

Echo Kelly is loyal to her studies, family, and aerial artistry. She has no time for or interest in anything else, and is heartbroken when her oldest brother, Sebastian, gets accepted to a study-abroad program— exchanging places with cocky, not-at-all-shy foreign exchange student Kingston Hawthorne.

Kingston Hawthorne had the life every twenty-year-old guy dreams of— endless cash, easy women, and fast cars— until his father ripped it all away, shipping him off to the States and placing him temptingly close to the underage virgin who fascinates him in the most challenging of ways.

With Kingston’s bedroom just a connecting bathroom away from Echo’s, the chemistry between them is even more enticing than the notes he leaves for her on the shower door.

How long can you pretend you’re just friends?


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I creep silently into the house and find a tinfoil-covered plate on the kitchen counter: the dinner my mom saved for me, even though I'm sure my father said something along the lines of, “If she wants to eat, she can sit down, on time, with the rest of us.”  
I smile to myself at the small victory. My dad may think he rules the roost, but he doesn't call the last shot when it comes to my mom taking care of her babies. 
After I finish off the still-warm chicken and potatoes as quietly as possible, I tiptoe past my parents’ bedroom, paying special attention to each step I take—or, more specifically, avoiding the floorboards that creak. 
My father's stern voice pierces the darkness. "We'll talk in the morning, young lady."  
Damn, he's good. I literally wobbled left to right like a drunk person, nailing the silent boards, and he still heard me. 
"Yes, sir," I spit out before hurrying up the staircase to my bedroom. 
My grandfather, smart man that he was, built this house after he had children. With the master suite on the bottom floor and the kids' rooms upstairs, there was no getting past the parents. But somehow, Grandpa had forgotten to take into account that our family has studied the art of Aerialism for generations. So once you're up in your room, getting out of it undetected isn't much of a problem—a caveat I know for a fact my older brother Sebastian took advantage of often. Mostly because he used my balcony to do so nine times out of ten. 
I head straight for a hot shower, not allowing my overworked muscles to stiffen. The entire time I stand under the spray, I stare through the glass at the closed door on the far side of the room. Sebastian’s bedroom is connected to mine by a Jack and Jill bathroom, but my brother isn't on the other side anymore. Tonight, and every night for this school year, he’ll be in England, his room vacant. The thought is the final blow to my day. 
Once I've dried off and tied my robe, I open his door slowly, with tears in my eyes. I’m not sure why—maybe to see the proof of his absence, naively hoping that will help settle my anxiety? 
It's dark inside, of course, but the thin drapes are parted and the moon is full and bright after tonight's storm. 
My breath hitches, my feet coming to a complete and sudden halt when I spot the large body lying in my brother’s bed. It’s almost comforting at first; I find myself wishing it was Sebastian, but I know it’s not. And I can only assume it’s Kingston. I have no clue why my parents didn’t just drop him at his dorm, or why I’m not turning around to go back to my own room. But now, as I stand so close, my curiosity is piqued. 
From this angle and lighting, he could almost pass for Sebastian: dark-brown hair cut short, muscularly outlined back, sleeping on his side. But whereas Sebastian sleeps under the covers, our houseguest has the sheet and comforter shoved down past a tight, perfectly rounded ass that’s filling out his black boxer briefs in a way I find startlingly sinful. He also has his arms shoved under his pillow—another difference that makes it hard for me to pretend. 
I creep a bit farther into the room, checking out his luggage—designer and monogrammed, all matching of course, and reeking of luxury and fine leather. Fancy, but mismatching horribly with the black (somewhat sexy) combat boots that— 
“Umpf,” I grunt despite my desperate efforts to remain quiet, reaching out for anything to brace myself on. But it’s no use. I fly forward, having tripped over the second, not-nearly-as-sexy-now boot. 
"I was told you were the graceful one." 
His low, gravely taunt comes out of nowhere and startles me further, throwing me backward in the opposite direction, my balance completely lost. With my hands flailing, my only hope now is that the luggage provides a soft landing. 
But I never meet it, or the floor. Instead, two strong hands rescue me, snaring my wrists and pulling me down on top of one seriously hard, hot—temperature-wise, I mean—body. 
"I'd presume you to be Echo and say hello, but again, not the graceful girl I was expecting. So, you are…?" He looks up at me with a smug twitch to his lip and devastating twinkle in his gray—Are they really gray, or is that the lighting?—eyes. 
"I…uh…” I stammer idiotically, dressed only in a robe that’s far too revealing for the position I find myself lying in: across the bare torso of perhaps the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen up close, in person. And we are very up close. 
I attempt to push off him, but his hands slide down to my hips and grip tighter. 
"Yes," I gasp, before battling for a sense of authority in my next response. "I'm Echo. Sorry I woke you, I just wasn’t…expecting you to be in here.” His brows rise, practically screaming that he sees right through me. “Let me up! I tripped over your big, stupid boots, then you scared me." 
"My apologies, Echo.” A quiver plays down my spine at the way my name rolls off his lips in that decadent English accent of his. “Had I known you'd be visiting my room tonight, I'd have taken more care in setting my belongings out of your way.” 
“I should’ve left when I realized you were in here, so we’re even. Can you let me up now?” 
His grip remains firm as his smile deepens. “I must admit, I am rather enjoying this version of our introduction. Far better than a mere ‘How do you do?’ over dinner.” He’s sporting a full grin now, blindingly bright even in the dimly lit room. 
All I can do is stare at him, words failing me. I half suspect I'm dreaming, but I can feel, long and stiff against my stomach, that this humiliation is, in fact, reality. 
"I’m quite comfortable, so do feel free to stay as long as you like. And if you really want to give me a smashing welcome, don't be afraid to wiggle around a bit." His smirk grows impossibly wide as he thrusts his hips upward, pressing his erection firmer against me. 
And just like that, my speechlessness evaporates. 
"Are you insane?" I use both hands to shove hard against his chest, but I'm no match for his relentless clutch on my hips. "Let me go! You're a guest in our home tonight—you can't just manhandle me when the mood strikes!" 
"Ah, grace period.” He nods. “Understood. So, tomorrow night, then?" 
"Unbelievable!" I seethe, wriggling around in hopes of escape. 
His fingers dig deeper, but the ravenous gleam in his eyes softens. "A joke, Echo. My apologies. Perhaps I took it too far." 
My anger soothes to a low simmer. He's got a certain playful charm about him, and maybe this is just his very forward way of easing the awkwardness that I instigated in the first place by sneaking into the room in the middle of the night. 
But just as I start to form a forgiving smile, he ruins all the excuses I’d just mentally compiled. 
"Can I be frank with you?” 
“Will you let me up?” I toss back. 
“Of course.” 
“Then let’s hear it.” I wait for him to say God only knows what—a heartfelt apology maybe?—but instead, his expression sharpens into one of pure lust. 
“I’ve lied to you. The truth is…I'd much prefer it if you grinded down on me a bit, Love. Wiggling is for strangers, and we're not strangers anymore, now are we?" 
“Ugh,” I growl, propelling myself off him when his laughter loosens his hold. I stomp out of the room, his sounds of amusement lingering behind me. 
And that’s how I met our foreign exchange student, Kingston Hawthorne.


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Releasing June 14th



About the Authors


S.E.Hall, lover of all things anticipation and romance, is the author of The Evolve Series: Emerge, Embrace, Entangled, Entice, Endure and companion novellas Baby Mama Drama and Guide for Tools Looking to Date My Daughter by character Sawyer Beckett. S.E. also wrote the stand-alone Finally Found novels Pretty Instinct and Pretty Remedy. Her co-written works include The Provocative Professions Collection: Stirred Up, Packaged and Handled 1&2, One Naughty Night and full-length, standalone novel Matched with Angela Graham as well as Conspire, a romantic suspense, written with Erin Noelle. 

S.E. resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 daughters of the home. When not writing or reading, she can be found "enthusiastically cheering" on one of her girls' softball games.




Angela Graham is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of the Harmony Series. She spent a lot of her childhood hidden away in the aisles at her local public library where she fell in love with reading. It was a home away from home through her youth to her adulthood.

In 2012 she knew she found her calling in the world of fiction the moment she began pounding away at the keys for her first short story. With a baby on her shoulder, she wrote about a year before deciding to try her hand at a novel. It was the best decision she ever made and one that changed her life in ways she never imagined.

Together with S.E. Hall, she has released five novels and one short story together.

Angela resides in Northwest Arkansas with her three beautiful children and a rowdy dog.


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