Marry, Screw, Kill, and an Audio Snippet with Jacey Conrad & Gia Corona

 

How about a little fun this Friday with a game of Marry, Screw, Kill with Jacey Conrad and Gia Corona, authors of Seared, Burned, Poached, and From Russia With Claws releasing this summer! Oh, and we have a snippet of this amazing book in AUDIO! 

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Audio Book Clip:

Round 1: Adorable Brits: Luke Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Colin Firth

Jacey:

I can’t believe I came up with this conundrum for myself. I love all three of these lovely gentleman so much. But I’m going to have to say

Marry: Colin Firth. He’s Mr. Freaking Darcy, how could I NOT want to spend the rest of my imaginary life with him? I would make him wake me up every morning with the ‘I love you most ardently” speech.

Screw: Luke Evans. You know what they say about men with unnaturally long canine teeth.

Kill: I’m sorry, Tom Hiddleston, I’m sure you would make a remarkable sexy, menacing supervillain exit speech while I took you out.

 

Gia:

This is not even a contest. Weak sauce is what this is.

Marry: Tom Hiddleston. I mean, hello, he’s Tom Hiddleston. He’s my ideal casting choice for Neil Gaiman’s Sandman (especially after seeing him as Adam in Only Lovers Left Alive). He’s LOKI for heaven’s sake. He’s a Shakespearean actor. Yes, please.

Screw: Colin Firth. He would not have been my choice before I saw Kingsman. Specifically, the church scene. Throw in a little homicidal mania and I’m a happy girl.

Kill: Bye, Luke Evans. You are not forgiven for Dracula Untold. EVER.

 

Round 2: Down and Dirty Brits: Mark Strong, Idris Elba, Luke Goss

Jacey:

Dude, I am mean to myself.

 

Marry: Idris Elba. Because of his voice. I would want to listen to him talk for the rest of my life. He could read me a phone book and I would be enchanted.

Screw: Luke Goss. Because I’ve based like three heroes on his physical description and I would have to know whether I’d over-estimated his imaginary prowess.

Kill: I’m sorry, Mark Strong. You will be a worthy adversary.

 

Gia:

Still not a contest. This one’s another easy one.

Marry: Mark Strong. Dear God, this man. Sigh. His eyes. I’ve had a thing for him since that horrible A&E version of Emma. Mr. Knightley indeed.

Screw: Idris Elba. Oh yes.

Kill: Sorry Luke. You just don’t do it for me.

 

Round 3: People Who Might Be Irish or Scottish: Michael Fassbender, James McAvoy, Gerard Butler

 

Jacey:

This round was inspired by Gia’s plaintive wail of “Why no Fassbender??!”

Marry: Gerard Butler, not just because he’s beautiful and I have memorized the way his bottom lip quirks when he sings. (Totes normal.) His interviews make me laugh and I think that would be pretty essential to an imaginary marriage.

Screw: James McAvoy, he’s an adorable little minx and I love his filthy mouth when he’s on the more liberal chat shows.

Kill: Fassbender. He’s gorgeous, but when he smiles, I have this irrational fear that he would bite my face if I got too close. Also, Gia would kill me if I touched her precious.

 

Gia:

Another easy one.

Marry: James McAvoy. He’d be like a pocket husband. We’d curse like longshoremen together!

Screw: FASSBENDER. He’s not the kind of guy I’d want to have making me breakfast. He’s the kind of guy I keep in my basement sex dungeon. You know. If I had one. Which I don’t. Anyway, the man is hellsa hot and his smile makes me want to do very BAD things to him.

Kill: Sorry Gerard. This is NOT Sparta.

 

Jacey: You’ll notice that while Gia’s rounds weren’t exactly excruciating dilemmas, I don’t openly MOCK them. Also, ignore her sex dungeon denials. Because, honestly.

 

Round 4: Killers: Mads Mickelson, Richard Armitage, Jamie Dorman

 

Jacey:

Easiest round yet.

Marry: Richard Armitage. He’s gorgeous, seems to have nice manners and listening to him read an audiobook of classic love poems almost made me pass out. Again, apparently, I’m a voice whore.

Screw: Mads Mikkelson, but I would have to make him wear the Lecter mask or be holding an Uzi the whole time, because his cheekbones are very intimidating.

 Kill: Jamie Dornan. Just. Because.

 

Gia:

I suggested this one because of Hannibal (Mads and Richard) and The Fall—both shows about serial killers.

Marry: Richard Armitage. Damn, son, you even made dwarves look hot. Thorin Dreamboatshield, hello! (I take no credit for that moniker—that was Sarah Rees Brennan). Also I loved him in MI5 (originally titled Spooks) from waaaay back in the day. His voice is amazing and he seems like he’d be a pleasant companion.

 Screw: Mads. Have you seen A Royal Affair? Go ahead. I’ll wait. Mads forever.

 Kill: Jamie Dornan. You might be amazing on The Fall, but that doesn’t mean you are able to compete with the big bads above.

 

Round 5: Lord of the Rings: Viggo Mortensen, Orlando Bloom, Karl Urban

Jacey:

Seriously, Gia, you know me so well.

Marry: Karl Urban. He could be my Horse Lord. And I would say thank you.

Screw: Viggo Mortenson. Eastern Promises. That’s all I’m sayin.

Kill: Orlando Bloom. I need a big guy. I’m pretty sure that if I hugged him too hard, I would snap him in half.

 

Gia:

I feel like this one was way too easy.

Marry: Viggo Mortenson. Aragorn was one of my fictional crushes. And Viggo will always hold a place in my heart for his portrayal of Lucifer in The Prophecy. He’d slay orcs for me too, always a plus.

 Screw: Karl Urban. I remember him as Cupid on Xena. Wow. I’m having issues now.

 Kill: Orlando Bloom. You are still the prettiest, but pretty doesn’t do it for me. Sorry, elf.

 

 

Round 6: Game of Thrones: Jon Snow, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo?

 

Jacey:

When Gia sent me this, my response was, (whispers) … I love you…

Marry: Khal Drogo. Because pillow talk in Dothraki would be so hot it would be sort of evil. I do seem to have a thing for Horse Lords.

Screw: Jaime Lannister. But I would feel really conflicted about it afterwards and spend every minute afraid Cersei was going to murder me.

Kill: Sorry, Jon Snow, you know nothing of pleasing Southern Girls.

 

Gia:

So when I told another friend of mine about this round, she said, “What, no Tyrion?” And I hung my head in shame because I adore Tyrion so much, and not just because he’s loosely based on Richard III.

Marry: Jon Snow. He just seems like he’d make a good house husband. He’d take care of the cleaning, get the kids off to school on time, he has a direwolf—all things I’d look for in a husband if I still wanted one. He’s a keeper. And I could shout, “You know nothing, Jon Snow!” whenever we’d argue.

 Screw: Khal Drogo. I don’t think I need to explain that one.

 Kill: Let’s be honest, Jaime. You have been sleeping with your TWIN sister for years. That not only says you have a REALLY flexible moral compass, but also indicates you are so self-absorbed you actually kind of want to screw YOURSELF. Also, who the hell knows what kind of medieval fantasy version of the syph you’ve got mutating inside of you, you human petrie dish. Also also, the way you handle grief is deeply upsetting. I’m taking you out of the gene pool.

 

Jacey: Judging you so hard right now. For your omission of Tyrion and marrying, Jon “I openly avoid asking vital, life-altering questions of a Targaryen who literally lives three feet from my door” Snow.

Gia: Look, I never said Snow was a braintrust. He’s pretty and good with a sword and comes with a wolf that will EAT YOUR FACE OFF. At least he isn’t Jaime Lannister, Mr. “I Shove Small Children Out of Windows Because They Catch Me Banging My Twin!”We’ll do another one with Tyrion, I promise.

 

 

BONUS ROUND:

Battle of the Marvel Chrises: Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Chris Pratt

Gia:

I hate myself so much for thinking of this. I seriously am paralyzed with indecision. But I’ll try.

Marry: Chris Evans. This giant DORK. I love him so much. I think we’d do nothing but laugh and make questionable life choices.

 Screw: Chris Hemsworth. Those arms. Yes, please.

 Kill: I love you, Pratt. And since nobody actually dies in the MCU, I feel assured that you will only be mostly dead and be brought back to life via some deus ex machina. Siege Perilous anyone?

 

Jacey:

Why would you do this to me? WHY? I thought we were friends!

Marry: Chris Pratt. I love his sense of humor and how down-to-earth he seems. Also, he’s not afraid of carbs. We could eat cookies and watch stupid YouTube videos all day.

Screw: I think Chris Hemsworth’s massive biceps would make me feel like a dainty lady.

Kill: This is so unpatriotic, but Chris Evans. On the other hand, he seems entirely too perfect, so I suspect he might be a robot. I may be doing us all a favor.

 

Thanks so much for stopping by, ladies!  I certainly don’t envy you in the least for having to make these choices! I’m having all sorts of palpitations and the shakes just thinking about having to choose…man, I need a drink.  Is it too early to drink?  Eh, it’s five o’clock somewhere! ~Jillian 

About FROM RUSSIA WITH CLAWS:

When Alpha female Galina Sudenko agreed to attend her distant cousin’s birthday party, she wasn’t counting on meeting the devastatingly handsome and powerful Rom Alpha, Andrey Lupesco, or having her sexy times with him interrupted by the murder of her idiot brother-in-law, Sergei. But such is life when your father is one of the most powerful werewolves within Seattle’s supernatural Russian organized crime syndicate.

Not content with being just a pretty face and good breeding stock, Galina sets out to make her mark within the family. But in doing so, she runs afoul of her eldest brother, Alexei, the heir apparent to the family dynasty. He has no intention of ceding his position without a fight.

Andrey and Galina’s burgeoning romance is threatened when she discovers that before his death, Irina’s husband, Sergei, hijacked Andrey’s shipment of the werewolf drug, Bullet, a synthetic drug that gives the supernatural creatures a cocaine-like high. Sergei’s theft means that Andrey had a reason to have Sergei killed, leaving Galina to decide whether to risk trusting Andrey even as her feelings for him deepen.

As her brother Alexei’s behavior becomes more erratic, Galina must find the missing shipment, prove to her family that she’ll be a capable leader, and decide whether her lover Andrey can be trusted before she can hope to challenge her brother for his position as head of the family.

A tale of sexy werewolves, forbidden love, family power struggles, and danger closing in, Gia Corona and Jacey Conrad’s From Russia With Claws will leave you howling for more!

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  About the authors:  Jacey Conrad is a sushi-loving, pop culture nerd living in the South with her high school sweetheart. She delights in horribly made mutant shark movies and watching Sean Bean die in his various cinematic incarnations. To keep up with Jacey on twitter, go to https://twitter.com/JaceyConrad Gia Corona loves boots, boys, and bourbon, not necessarily in that order. When she’s not actively stalking Michael Fassbender and his abdominals, she’s watching questionable television or reading comics. You can find her at twitter.com/Gia_writes

The Adventures of Clarissa Hardy by Chloe Gillis….Book Blitz & Excerpt

 
The Adventures of Clarissa Hardy
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It’s the 1920s and Clarissa Hardy is the very definition of the sometimes scandalous New Woman. The moment Clarissa finds herself free of the shackles of her suffocating virginity, she is keen to explore new territories. Curious and courageous, Clarissa books passage on a luxury liner bound for England. After receiving a titillating education from a fellow libidinous lady traveler, Clarissa disembarks in London and, dressed to the nines in her beaded and fringed fashions, proceeds from adventure to amorous adventure, reveling in delightful debauchery. Clarissa knows exactly what to do with her body. It’s what she learns about her heart that ultimately takes her by surprise!

Clarissa, still leaning against Eleanora, opened her eyes.

Kono was standing before her, completely naked.

“I will fuck with you now,” he said. As Eleanora had described in her letter, Margaret stepped forward and took Kono’s large cock in her hands. She squeezed and massaged it, holding it out as Moya stepped forward, bringing it to life with sucks and licks. Kono’s cock was the longest, thickest cock Clarissa had ever seen. He smiled broadly as he approached her.William looked mischievously at Andrew. “What say we try to both go in at once? How’s that, Clarissa? Do you think you could take it? Two cocks in a bush?”The young men laughed. Clarissa laughed and spread her legs. “Why not?” she said gamely, “Have a try!”

Both on their knees, each man hoisted one of Clarissa’s legs. Clarissa felt herself being stretched as the two cocks were pushed together into her cunt. At last Andrew collapsed in laughter. “Stand back, old chap,” he said to William, “I’ve not had my turn yet. Clarissa, prepare to be fucked once again!” Clarissa smiled up at him. Andrew took both her legs and bent them up over her shoulders, ramming his cock home as he did so. He fucked her with a passion that brought the heat of another climax washing over her again, pumping in and out until he fell over her with a groan.

The plump, blushing orbs were exposed on Clarissa’s lap. “You have a most adorable bottom!” exclaimed Clarissa. She felt them all over, squeezing and pinching, kneading and spreading them, until she herself felt a sudden surge of passion. Slowly, slowly, she ran her index finger down between those sweet mounds until she could feel the wet place and the pulsing clit. Sinking three fingers into Eleanora once again, she fucked her with her fingers until the older woman squirmed and gasped. Clarissa suddenly ceased and withdrew her fingers. Reaching for a small wooden box on the table, she took out the dildo, poured oil on it and inserted it deep into Eleanora. “Be still, Eleanora,” said Clarissa, “I am going to leave it in you while I examine you. I want to see everything about you.”

Who would have thought the antics of a hot little number from the Roaring Twenties would cause me to have to divulge so many specifics about myself! Well, you asked for it. I’m Chloe Gillis, Boston Irish to my core. I was born in Cambridge. I’m an only child. My dad is a history professor at Harvard. My mother, from County Tipperary, was a student of his before she became his wife. She’s an anthropologist and spends half her time digging in peat bogs in Ireland. The other half of her life she spends being wife to my father, flirting with post-docs, and waiting for my husband and me to get busy and give her grandchildren.

Believe me, we’re busy, but children are a ways off. My husband is fifteen years older than me, but judging by his abilities and aptitudes, I think he’ll last awhile. My husband owns a large accounting firm in Boston and bears a remarkable resemblance to Jeffrey Dean Morgan, which is very nice. Oh, this is supposed to be about me, isn’t it!

I am an academic librarian at Boston College. It’s nice because academics are still important there. Anyway, physically, I’m small, with long blonde hair, which I wear in a tight bun when I work. I guess I look a little like Clarissa. In fact, the book flowed so smoothly at times, that I got to thinking that she might be an ancestor, and the story imparted to me by some sort of genetic memory.

My husband and I live in a vintage Victorian in Cambridge not far from Harvard Square with an Irish wolfhound, a French bulldog, and three cats. I know, I know. We’re reaching critical mass in the city pet department, but they add a lot to our lives, which are really quite regimented. The worlds of accounting and library science couldn’t be more disciplined, organized, or, frankly, dull.

I think Clarissa called to me from the quiet of the stacks. Sitting at my desk, staring blankly down the dim hallways of books, or into the depths of my screen saver, which is a picture of me with my mother, digging in the peat in Ireland, I daydream about meeting my husband back at our house later in the evening. I picture myself going into the house. He’s already at home, and he takes me around the waist with his big hands, pins me against the wall, and reaches up under my skirt.

Maybe it’s the intellectual order of our jobs, binding our libido every day, that makes us give in to our more corporeal urges when we’re alone. At any rate, one daydream leads to another and so Clarissa and her adventures were born. She just took it farther than we ever have!

 

The Jared Enigma by Jake Malden…..Cover Reveal

 

He’s back, and he’s as bad as you remember – rock-and-roll rogue Jared Morgan, the small-town boy with big-city attitude and a cock to match. ‘The Jared Enigma’ takes the man you think you know to new heights of pleasure and depths of debauchery, all in the name of helping the women he meets embrace their wild side. Watch as he disarms a cynical waitress with his breath-taking honesty. Gasp as he provides a curious young sweetheart with the full tour-van experience. Wonder as he shows a frustrated trophy wife the error of her ways. But get ready for the big finale – when Jared’s red-headed nemesis takes him on a crazy erotic trip he’ll never forget (with a little help from her friends). ‘The Jared Enigma’ – think you’ve got the measure of this guy? Think again.
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He shafted her minutes longer—sheer scary heaven, as her pussy learned to accommodate him all. Then he pulled out and threw her onto her hands and knees before she even knew what the hell was going on. “I want you to have a good view of your surroundings,” was his explanation for the change, but maybe it was more so he could see her ass and back, or get a good grip on her. Whatever the reason, he wasted no time. Before she could squeak, he refitted himself and slammed into her cunt from behind.

“Aaagh! Fuck, Jared, holy shit!” Her cries, however, were all but drowned out by her lover’s animal grunting as he screwed her without restraint. Instinct and need drew her hand to her clit and she rubbed it in a fury consistent with that of Jared’s fucking. Then as if his cock’s insane thrusting wasn’t enough, his palm smacked hard against her ass-cheek. “Fuck!” Damn him – what was he trying to do, brand her with a fucking hand print?

One set of fingers grappled her by the shoulder, securing her fast while his groin slapped soundly against her butt-cheeks, cock burying itself in her on each savage stroke. The other flexed hand rose and fell, landing on the same spot as before with equal ferocity. “Aaagh!” Her flesh shuddered as it absorbed the smack along with the persistent barrage of his fucking.

“How does that feel for you?”
“God, you fucking bastard!”
“That good, yeah?”
Rather than relent he spanked again, his other hand shoving her down with her face against the mattress. On he shafted, seemingly oblivious to her muffled cries. Pain and pleasure combined to incendiary effect; Kareena’s hand had not strayed from her pussy despite his savage fucking and excitement was climbing towards its peak once more. How many would this one make? She was losing count. The battered old vehicle rattled around her. Don’t come a-knockin’ … went the corny old phrase; Jared was rocking the hell out of her and the van.

And then someone did come a-knockin’. She thought she’d imagined the tapping on the van’s back door, but Jared slowed his thrusting and eased his grip so that she could look up. The blond-haired drummer from the band was standing slack-jawed, entranced by the pendular motion of her tits. He was as young as she remembered from the concert, positively gauche-looking compared to his older band-mates. The guy could have passed for a boy-band member as easily as a that of a rock ensemble and his look of amazement was as far from the bassist’s leering interest as conceivable.

“Buddy!” Jared had slowed down, but he sustained both rhythm and depth of penetration as he hailed his younger friend. “What’s up?”

“I …” The drummer fought for words, his gaze not leaving Kareena. “Sorry, I got beer all over me. Drunk girl in the bar. I was going to change, but … I can come back … don’t mean to interrupt …” The guy’s t-shirt and jeans were indeed splashed dark.

“Is he interrupting, baby?” From the way her cunt was still being stretched out, Jared didn’t seem to be suffering too much disturbance. And oddly she felt little concern that the blond boy with the English accent could see her getting slammed.

“No,” she said between her gasps. “Let him change.”

“She says you can change,” Jared told the drummer. “So get on with it. Then you can give us back our privacy.”

“Ehhh – yeah, sure, thanks.” The young guy scrambled on board and stumbled about beside the fornicating couple until he located a backpack.

“That’s providing she still wants privacy while she fucks. Whadda you say, sweetheart?” Jared had a hold of her ass now, his cock still searching deep, however sedate the current pace.

“Doesn’t much matter tonight,” she managed, her new defiance giving her the presence of mind to articulate the basic notion. Close by the drummer was stripping off his t-shirt with haste, trying to keep his eyes averted this time; he was a gym-ripped kind of skinny. “I don’t care if he sees me,” she elaborated. He paused in reaching for a fresh t-shirt and stared at her again, looking to Jared in his state of bafflement. The contrast with the guitarist’s bravado was irresistibly cute.

“This is Robbie,” Jared told her, and his voice had changed like he was picking up on some unconscious cue she had given him. “He’s all the way from England and he’s a damn fine drummer. He’s not used to this kinda crazy shit, though. Not yet …”

“Hi Robbie,” she said. “I’m Kareena.” She’d never introduced herself to someone while being fucked before.

“Hi,” the boy her own age said, his clean t-shirt dangling from his fingers. “It’s … I … fuck, you’re hot.”

“Isn’t she?” Jared reached to grab one of her tits, she was sure for Robbie’s entertainment. “She’s a nice girl, but she’s getting’ in touch with her slutty side tonight. I’m helping.”

“Don’t be shy,” Kareena told the boy, biting her lip to rein in an overload of sensation. Just how slutty could a nice girl get in one evening? The desire to find out overtook her. “Stay and watch.”

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Jake Malden is a freelance journalist and writer based in London. He has been experimenting with erotica both on the page and off for some years and has a growing number of titles available. His interests, aside from the staringly obvious, are theatre, cinema, literature, fitness-training and travel (particularly back to his native Ireland). He is an enthusiast of juicing, in every possible sense.

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Up In Smoke by Tessa Bailey…Review & Blog Tour Stop

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Synopsis:

Never start a fire you can’t control…

Connor Bannon is supposed to be dead. Dishonorably discharged from the Navy SEALs, he’s spent the last two years working as a street enforcer in Brooklyn for his cousin’s crime ring. Through a twist of fate, he’s now in Chicago, working undercover to bust criminals. But when a cute little arsonist joins the team—all combat boots, tiny jean shorts, and hot-pink hair—Connor’s notorious iron control slips.

Erin “she’s getting away” O’Dea knows two things. She hates authority. And… Nope, that’s it. When she’s forced to operate on the “right” side of the law, her fear of being confined and controlled blazes to the surface. The last thing she expects is a control freak like Connor to soothe her when she needs it most. Worse, something behind the sexy ex-soldier’s eyes ignites a dangerous inferno of desire. One that invites Erin to play with fire. And one that could get them both killed…

My review:

Up in Smoke is book number two (book number 2.5 if you count the novella, Riskier Business) in author Tessa Bailey’s Crossing The Line Series and because I’m a huge fan of Tessa’s work, I was so excited to read Connor and Erin’s story. Once again, Tessa didn’t disappoint. I swear, I was completely hooked from Erin’s very first antic and couldn’t put this book down until I had finished it. Of course, that brought me into huge book hangover mode…but that’s always the case when I finish a Tessa book!

Ex Navy SEAL Connor Bannon and pyro with a bad case of claustrophobia Erin O’Dea meet when they are working together in a rag-tag group of bad guys turned good guys for the sake of ending crime in their town.

First off, I ADORE the premise of this series. It’s like the Mod Squad with a modern and sexy edge. It’s one of my favorite series to date and one I always look forward to reading more of.

From the word go, Connor and Erin have this ridiculously sexy push and pull that had me enthralled and loving each minute of their banter. He wants her from the minute he sees her. She toys with him but then pushed him away. It drives him crazy that she wears short shorts. She wears them even shorter. She truly pushed his buttons at every turn but I don’t think she knew what kind of leashed beast she was messing with. Of course when she gets a taste of his dirty talk and his hunger for her, she’s a total goner….and let’s be honest, I would be too. But both of these characters’ depth goes way beyond their game of cat and mouse. They’re both damaged in their own way and totally worth fixing. Connor’s innate need to fix things comes out in droves the first time Erin is in the middle of a claustrophobic episode. It had me positively swooning for him. He’s this big, bad,  rough,  tough ex-SEAL with a soft spot for Erin and if that isn’t such a turn on, I don’t know what is. I equally loved Erin. She has a fragile soul and has learned the art of putting on a front to keep people at arm’s length as a defense mechanism. Wether it be her out of the box fashion sense or saying the most outlandish things to elicit shock, I loved her. They are both a dichotomy in their own right and it only adds to their layers as characters…..something Tessa does so well; it always amazes me.

Now, let’s talk about the heat factor. Dear. God. This was panty-melting, cheek-flushing, heart-pounding, off the charts hot. I think what made it even hotter was Erin’s inability to let people touch her in the beginning and Connor’s willingness to let her use him for her needs. It was such a delicious combination. We rarely see the damaged heroine these days and I really appreciated reading a woman take over the role that we read in so many current books. Another thing Tessa does so well…turning the norm on its head and getting people to love that view.

Overall this was another amazing addition to Tessa’s collection and I cannot WAIT to see what she has in store for us next.  I have no doubt it’s going to be fantastic!

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Excerpt:

As if her thoughts had made him appear, Connor strode into the courthouse. Her pulse started beating double time, her stomach muscles tightening. Good Lord, the man was a fucking panty dropper. She’d only been away from him for a few hours and it felt like years since she’d experienced his presence. In jeans and a fitted gray T-shirt that molded to his muscles like her hands itched to do, he personified confidence and authority. Hot, rugged male. His gaze connected with hers immediately and darkened. She thought back to that morning when he’d dressed in the early morning light, his abs flexing as he pulled the shirt over his head. His erection barely contained by his boxers. She’d never been one to beg for anything, but she’d been seconds from offering him her mouth. Pleading for the privilege of sucking him off.

Conner shook his head at her with a sexy half smile on his face, as if he could read her thoughts across the room. He stopped at the metal detector and walked through after the security guard beckoned him forward. When the woman grabbed her wand and instructed him to raise his hands in the air, something ugly reared its head deep inside her. The detector hadn’t even beeped. There was no reason for the personal service. When the woman smiled at Connor and ran a hand down her ponytail, Erin propelled herself forward, boots echoing on the polished marble.

Erin hissed as she drew even with the guard. “If you’re done feeling up my boyfriend, I’d love a turn. We were in a rush this morning.”

The guard dropped the wand, letting it dangle near her thigh. “Did you just hiss at me?”

Erin hissed again.

“Okay.” Connor stepped between them, winking down at her. “We should go. Don’t want to keep the clerk waiting.”

Appreciation spread in her belly like honey. He hadn’t chided her for her behavior or apologized to the woman on her behalf. Instead he’d given the impression they were on their way to get married, appeasing her jealousy in one fell swoop. “That’s right.” She sauntered toward the elevator. “There’s vows to be exchanged. Rings to put on fingers. Shit like that.”

She glanced behind her to find Connor staring at her ass as she walked, so she put a little swing in her hips and savored his groan. Damn. She’d definitely never had this much fun at a courthouse.

A moment later, she and Connor stepped into an empty elevator. She hit the button for the top floor even though the clerk was on the first, and leaned back against the wall, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “How was your morning, baby? Was it worth leaving me in bed, all hot and bothered for you?”

“Fuck no, it wasn’t.” He crooked a big finger at her. “Climb on up here.”

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tessa bailey bioThank you for your interest in my books! I’m Tessa and I live in the crazy, loud, overcrowded borough of Brooklyn, New York. I love it here. This city is a constant source of inspiration, which is why I’ve decided to set my most recent books in the Line of Duty Series here.

I moved to New York when I was eighteen, the day after I graduated high school. Threw my suitcase in the back of a Chevrolet Cavalier and drove across the country to find my adventure. I’m still finding it, little by little.​Thank you for being a part of it.

 

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A Lush Reunion
(Lush No. 4)
by Selena Laurence
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
Releases June 29, 2015
 

 

Synopsis

Ten years ago Lush bassist Colin Douglas met the love of his life. Then she broke his heart. Now, in a small Texas town, in the midst of the breakup of his band, Colin has found Marsha, and he has no idea what to do with her.

Marsha O’Neill hasn’t had it easy. Since losing Colin nothing’s gone right for this east Texas waitress—except for Sean, her six-year-old son. She’s worked hard to give Sean what he needs—the best of her. Then a hot bass player walks into her bar and she knows the world isn’t done screwing with her yet.

What happens when life gives you a second chance? Can you learn to trust again, live again, love again? Colin and Marsha are about to find out that second chances don’t come easy.


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She looks down, fiddling with her bracelet, taking a deep breath. “It’s hard I guess. Imagining you with other people. All these years you’ve sort of been stuck in my imagination as my boyfriend. I never saw you with other people, didn’t have to go through that, so when you showed up here it was like being tossed back ten years. I don’t know who you were after you weren’t mine anymore.”

“Yea, that’s a good way of describing it. Like all those years never passed. The feelings are all still there. I guess we never dealt with them, did we?”

She shakes her head. “Have you forgiven me?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, thinking I heard her wrong.

“Have you forgiven me? Or do you think you ever will? I’ve wondered all these years if you ever forgave me. And if you did, could we be friends or something. And now you’re here, and we’re talking like civilized adults, and I just wonder if that means you’ve forgiven me?”

 

 

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The Origin of Lush

Ideas for stories come to writers in all sorts of different ways. And for me it’s been different each time I’ve written a book. I started the Hiding From Love series after I dreamed the first book. It went through some different iterations after that initial dream, but the core of the story remained the same.

The Lush series, appropriately, originated in a song. Long Black Veil was a song originally written by The Band in 1968, then made famous by Johnny Cash. It was covered by Dave Matthews Band a few decades later, and that was the version I first heard.

Long Black Veil tells the story of a man who is accused of killing his best friend in an old west town. The accusation is sketchy and the justice is swift, ending with the man’s execution. But the song tells us that he had an alibi he didn’t use. His alibi was his best friend’s wife…who he’d been having an affair with.

So, we have a story where the wife and her husband’s best friend are in bed together while her husband is out on a street getting shot. When her lover goes to trial, the woman doesn’t step forward, and even though he was cheating with his best friend’s wife, the main character has some integrity left, and he won’t reveal the widow’s infidelity.

The chorus of the song is this:

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave where the night winds wail
Nobody knows, no, and nobody sees
Nobody knows but me.
(Those of you who have read the first book in the Lush series, A Lush Betrayal, should recognize significant elements of the story by now).

Long Black Veil is a short little song, just three verses and the chorus, but as any well-written words can do, it raises powerful emotions and issues. Those emotions and issues were what sparked the idea of the Lush series, and they carry on throughout all four books.

When I listened to Long Black Veil what I thought of was, “is there a way to take this and give it a happy ending?” See, I hate sad endings (hence the whole romance writing gig), and this one crushed my heart. So I set out to take the idea—two friends—as close as brothers, one woman, a horrible mistake, and the ideas of guilt, consequence, repentance, and forgiveness. From that was born the story of Joss, Walsh, Tammy, and the band that loves them all.

My newest release, A LUSH REUNION, gives the whole group the happy endings that Long Black Veil couldn’t. I hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it!

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Series Playlist

The Lush series is about a rock band, the story originated from a song, and music has been a very important part of writing the books too. Here is a playlist of some of the most important songs (according to me!) for each of the books in the series. Take a listen and tell me if you see story or character elements from Lush when you hear these songs:

A Lush Betrayal:

Long Black Veil
Fortunate Son
My City of Ruins

Loving a Lush:

Still I Long For Your Kiss
Life By the Drop
I Lost It

Lowdown and Lush:

Wicked Way
Never My Love
Kid Rock – Cowboy

A Lush Reunion:

From Eden
Amber
Walk Tall
Back to December

About the Author

Selena Laurence
Selena Laurence is the Barnes and Noble Bestselling author of what she likes to call Edgy Contemporary Romance. Her books have been Amazon Top 10 bestsellers in multiple categories including Multicultural Romance, Hispanic Fiction, Urban Fiction, Military Romance, and Romantic Suspense. Her New Adult romance, Hidden, won the 2014 Reader’s Crown Award for Contemporary Romance of the year.

Selena lives in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and spends a hell of a lot of time at soccer games, on her laptop, and reading. She requires a Mocha Latte every day to function, keeps a goldendoodle at her feet most of the time, and has more kids than she or Mr. Laurence know what to do with.

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SEARCHING FOR ALWAYS Synopsis:

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Jennifer Probst sparks a blissful mind-body connection as her “sexy, satisfying” (Kirkus Reviews) new series continues!

She’s an expert in helping others de-stress, but Arilyn Meadows is running on fumes. Along with her job counseling singles seeking soul mates at the Kinnections agency in Verily, New York, she’s a yoga teacher, animal shelter volunteer, anger management therapist, and helping hand to her beloved grandfather. No time to find Mr. Right—but after discovering her yogi boyfriend in a compromising asana, Arilyn would rather dog-sit for her honeymooning friend Kate than risk her heart on another downward dog. And when police officer Stone Petty—radiating masculinity and bad-boy attitude—is sent to her for mandatory lessons in cooling off when the job gets too hot, Arilyn vows to ignore his seductive glances and sexy grin. But there’s no halting their sizzling flirtation—a red-hot, high-speed chase that’s breaking all the limits.

 

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Jennifer Probst – Bio:
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon’s Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.

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Caught by Clare James…Blog Tour & Review

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Release date: 6/30/15

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 She was hired to clean up his image. He wants nothing more than to get her dirty.

Watching sex tapes at the office is just part of PR professional Vivian Blake’s job, especially when she has to clean up a celebrity’s image. Except that her newest client isn’t quite that easy. Racecar driver Jarod Cage is beyond hot, and his onscreen “performance” is already compromising Viv’s cool professionalism.

While Jarod hasn’t exactly been discreet about his personal life, he never thought his reputation could cost him both his sponsor and his racing career. Now he has to put his future in the hands of a tiny, pixie-like publicist. Which is becoming a problem, because the heat between them is about to redline. But when you go this hard and fast, putting on the brakes is the most dangerous thing you can do…

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Caught is an interesting story of a PR rep and a race-car driver.  I like that it’s about something other than MC club, rock-star or some sort of fighter.
Viv is very strong-willed, focused and determined woman.  She’s been working her up the ladder and this is her chance to shine.  As long she doesn’t blow and have her new client lose his job.
Jarod finally has the opportunity to win big for the first time in his racing career.  And he could ruin it all if he doesn’t get his crap together.
You can sense the sparks between these two the minute they are in the same room.  And once you light the match, there’s no way to stop the fire that is sure to follow quickly afterwards.  But can these two keep things strictly business and not risk either of their careers??
Clare does a good job of building up the tension between these and the temptations they both try to resist.  I really enjoyed the details about the racing world and everything that entails.  It really made the story become more real as you were reading.  The banter between Viv and Jarod was entertaining and came across very natural.  While some people may feel that there are parts that seem too “unnatural” or goes against the moral of the character, I thought it showed another side of the character and that there is a lapse in judgment due to unknown feelings taking over.  I think it made the book more delightful.
I enjoyed this quick read.  I found myself wanting to know how this relationship was going to pan out and how everything would unfold.  I liked that is held my attention and kept things light and funny.
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Clare James writes contemporary romance and new adult novels with spunky heroines and sexier-than-sin heroes. Her books have made several best-selling lists including the tender love stories in the *Impossible Love* series; the steamy romantic comedy *Dirty Little Lies*; and the touching family drama *Wednesday*. Her new title, *Caught*, is the first in a series about the women of Elite PR and their very naughty clients. It will be published with Entangled Publishing’s Brazen line in June 2015.

A former dancer, Clare still loves to get her groove on – mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine. She lives in Minneapolis with her two leading men – her husband and young son – and is always on social media chatting with readers.

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“Okay, so about the quid pro quo?” Jarod circled back.

“Yeah, about that. You want to watch one of my sex tapes—is that what you’re asking?”

“Well, that’d be great, actually.” He chuckled. “Level footing and all of that, Vivian.”

“Sorry pal, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I don’t have one.” It was the truth, and she wondered if that made her seem prudish to a guy like Jarod.

“No boyfriend then?” he asked.

She shook her head, and thought she saw the trace of something resembling relief wash over Jarod’s face. Or was that wishful thinking on her behalf.

“Well, you have to give me something,” he said.

“Like what?” she asked, caught up in his spell. Dazed. He had such finesse in the art of talking—or was it flirting?—something the men in her past lacked. She was ill-equipped to handle his sweet-talking ways.

He simply raised an eyebrow, and deep down, she wanted to give him anything he asked for. She was tired and stressed to the limit. So was he. Maybe that’s why they continued with the juvenile banter.

The scene was becoming more and more surreal. Having Jarod Cage this close in her office was the equivalent of having a porn star in her bedroom. She had seen this man do things that nobody should see. Especially if that person was your client. She considered giving him something, the quid pro quo, knowing that’s all it was—nothing more, just something to even the playing field. She needed to take action to gain his trust if this was going to work. They were both putting their futures in the other’s hands.

Something had to break here, and that something just might be her. It might not be such a bad thing. Once they cleared the air of all the sexual tension, they could get back to work.

Jarod didn’t say a word when she pressed him for an answer. But Viv, in her wound-up state, knew just how to shut him up. Act like a man. Take the challenge. She would not lose this project. She’d get Jarod Cage to his little race and secure her position in New York, but first she’d have to tame the beast. Then he’d be out of her system.

PR Rule Number 3: Be proactive.

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Miss Match by Laurelin McGee…..Release Day Event

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Welcome to the sexy, crazy, wildly unpredictable world of modern matchmaking, where fixing up strangers is part of the job—but falling in love is an occupational hazard…

He’s The Perfect Catch.

Blake Donovan is tall, handsome, rich, and successful—so why would a guy like him need a matchmaker? Andrea Dawson has no idea, but a job is a job. After being blackballed from a career in marketing, Andrea agreed to use her unique profiling skills to play matchmaker out of pure desperation. But when she meets her highly eligible—and particular—first client face to face, she wonders what she’s gotten herself into…

Is She His Perfect Match?

Blake knows exactly the kind of woman he’s looking for—and it’s the total opposite of Andrea. Though smart and undeniably sexy, she is simply too headstrong for a man who’s used to being in charge. Still, Blake’s blood pressure rises whenever she’s near him. How can he explain the smoldering attraction that sizzles between them? And how can Andrea deny she’s feeling it, too? Maybe, just maybe, they’ve finally met their match…

 

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Laurelin McGee is the pseudonym of Laurelin Paige and Kayti McGee.

Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters.

Kayti McGee is a Kansas City native who now calls Colorado home. When she isn’t writing, she’s making up recipes to go with her favorite books.

Insider by Olivia Cunning….Release Day Event

Title: Insider (Exodus End #1)
Author: Olivia Cunning
Release Date: June 30, 2015
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Toni wants to be an insider.
Logan just wants inside her.
She’s finally ready to rock…
Toni Nichols set aside her dreams to raise her little sister, but now she’s reaching for the stars as the creator of a revolutionary interactive biography about Exodus End. She’s on tour with the rock band to immerse herself in their world, but how will she ever gain the trust of four veteran superstars who’ve been burned by the media before? Nobody said this was going to be easy. Then again, good things can come in hard packages.
He’s always ready to roll…
Adrenaline junkie Logan Schmidt lives for the rush of playing his bass guitar before thousands of screaming fans. When he’s not performing onstage or in the bedroom, he’s looking for his next thrill in extreme sports. So why does a sweet, innocent journalist get his heart pumping and capture his full attention? Is Toni the real deal or just digging up dirt on his band? Logan’s eager to rock Toni’s world and roll her in the sack, but when she starts to get too close to his heart, she takes her insider look to a place he may never be willing to go.

“Good girls are easy,” Logan said.
“Logan, don’t fuck with her,” Max said. “This is business, not for your twisted sense of pleasure.”
“I can mix business with pleasure.” Logan peered toward the open bus door.
Shouldn’t Toni be climbing the steps now? He hoped he hadn’t scared her away. He found her incredibly attractive. He had a thing for women who understated their beauty, and Toni took understatement to a whole new level. And her rack? God, he could get lost between her enormous tits for hours. He hoped she wasn’t wearing a padded bra under that turtleneck sweater. He planned to find out really soon.
Dare thumped Logan on the side of the head. “You’re so full of shit.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re talking smack. You like her.”
“I don’t even know her. How could I like her?”
“Are you talking about me?” a soft, feminine voice said from the top of the bus steps.
Busted.
Logan turned his head and smiled at her. “Of course not.”
“Oh,” she said, her face falling.
“I already know I like you,” he said.
Her hand moved to her mouth. She touched her lips with two fingers, and a pretty blush spread across her face. Sweet, shy, and female, a combination Logan could never resist. Especially the female part. Her fantastic tits were just a bonus.

Combining her love for romantic fiction and rock ‘n roll, USA Today Best-Selling Author Olivia Cunning writes erotic romance centered around rock musicians.

Raised on hard rock music from the cradle, she attended her first Styx concert at age six and fell instantly in love with live music. She’s been known to travel over a thousand miles just to see a favorite band in concert. As a teen, she discovered her second love, romantic fiction — first, voraciously reading steamy romance novels and then penning her own.

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Heavy Secrets by Elle Aycart……Release Day Event

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Christy Sheridan has come a long way from the physical and emotional wreck she used to be. She’s made Alden her home and is happily engaged to a man who loves and accepts her for who she is, curves, quirks, and geekiness included. Life is good. Until mommy dearest blows into town to “help” her clueless daughter seal the deal.

Cole Bowen is experiencing a world of firsts: first time in love, first engagement, first Valentine’s, first in-laws. He’s found the woman of his dreams, so he figured dealing with Martha Sheridan was a small price to pay. That is before his monster-in-law plants herself in their home and inside Christy’s head, stirring up old demons and destroying her newly regained self-esteem. And while his hands are full with trying to neutralize their meddlesome guest, a mysterious phone call turns his world upside down.

With ghosts from the past resurfacing and threatening to tear Cole and Christy apart, can they make it to the wedding they both so desperately want, or will heavy secrets send their relationship to the breaking point?

 

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Chapter One

“How many years do you think I’d get for offing my mom? Because honest to God, if we’re talking single digits, I’m willing to risk it,” Christy said while leaning back on the lounge chair after getting a full-body massage that had left her totally gooey.

They were at the spa, wearing fluffy bathrobes and sipping tea, except for Christy, who was nursing a diet soda.

“Just name a time and place, and we’ll be there with a shovel. No questions asked,” Annie said, and Holly and Tate assented.

“I could claim temporary insanity.” Heck, emotional self-defense too.

“Don’t worry, we’ll vouch for you. No jury in its right mind would convict you,” Holly stated. “I thought you were exaggerating, but boy, were you understating. What a…character.”

Ha. That was one way of putting it.

Annie nodded in commiseration. She’d met Martha a long time ago, when the girls were in college. Christy had gone for an East Coast institution, hoping it would be out of her mom’s range, but going away had been useless. There was no place far enough.

Crazy had its own methods of reaching her.

“Where’s the Grand Diva now?” Tate, Christy’s future sister-in-law, asked.

“Checking out wedding dresses. She arranged an appointment at a bridal shop. I stood her up.”

Her whole posse turned to her, looking stupefied.

“She’s picking out a wedding dress without the bride?”

Yeah, typical Martha stunt.

“I know I should be there, but why, really? She won’t listen to anything I say. I might as well save my breath.”

And a whole lot of pain and abuse in the process.

The girls pondered for a second and then nodded.

“Oh, and remember,” Christy added, reaching for her diet soda. “I’m not here. I’m in the middle of a massive twelve-car accident. Well and healthy but stuck inside the vehicle and waiting for the firefighters to come and cut the roof open to rescue me.”

That her mom hadn’t rushed to her side when Christy called her—and that Christy had known she wouldn’t—already said it all.

“And when your mom realizes your car is intact? Then what?” Tate asked, to which Christy couldn’t help snorting.

“That would imply she remembered our talk. It won’t happen. A total impossibility.”

Christy would bet anything, her first unborn child included—and her second and third—that her mom wouldn’t even mention it. That was the advantage of being disappointed one too many times; no way in hell to harbor false illusions.

Martha’s number-one priority was…Martha. Followed by whatever man she was screwing with at the moment. How she’d managed to marry a decent guy and keep him for several years was beyond Christy. Then again, Fred was too kind for his own good. That or he had a hell of a lot of bad karma from a previous life.

For a split second, she’d considered going to the bridal shop, but then she’d discarded the idea. Defaulting to her smile-accept-and-walk-away technique, she’d nodded and kept quiet. And had run in the opposite direction at the first chance. Let her mother get her kicks. Just let her do it far away from Christy. Besides, there was no damage Martha could do; Christy had told the shop assistant not to reserve anything without her consent.

Holly poured herself more tea. “Doesn’t she know you don’t want a traditional dress for your summer wedding?”

“She knows. She just doesn’t care.” They were talking about a woman who had gotten married four times, once with a beer-can tab as a ring. Appointments at high-scale bridal shops were a dream come true for her. “I feel like a shitty daughter, but I’m so ready for her to leave.”

Martha had come for Christmas with her husband and stayed a couple of days. It had gone rather well, probably because Cole was scary enough and Martha hadn’t worked herself up to be…well, herself. This time around, she’d been in Alden for three days, without Fred, and Christy was ready to face the gallows for a chance to get rid of her.

Fate had thrown Christy the mother of all curve balls when it chose Martha as her sole parent.

Their relationship had always been complicated, to say the least, with Christy spending all her life putting out fires—Martha’s—and eating to cope. Eventually she’d gotten her food addiction under control, but changing her mom and her nasty ways was something out of her reach.

And having Martha living with her without Fred as a buffer was bringing up all sorts of feelings and automatic coping mechanisms that Christy had thought she’d left behind.

Lora, Christy’s former sponsor, had been right: nothing guaranteed recovery, and they were always one upset away from relapse.

“What about Cole?” Tate asked, taking Christy out of her reverie. “Isn’t he putting her in her place?”

He would if he knew. Apparently Martha was learning subtlety, at least in front of a 240-pound, uncompromising ex-marine. It also helped that Christy had asked him not to interfere. Cole was a black-and-white kind of person. Intransigent and not inclined to put up with moronities. Left to his own devices, he would have kicked Martha out the first day.

“She’s…contained around him. I think she’s scared of him.”

“She and half the world, sister,” Holly mumbled.

Christy rolled her eyes and, after reaching inside the pocket of her bathrobe, fished out a sugar-free cherry lollipop. “Come on. Cole is a harmless sweetie.” Who liked macho power tripping and playing with cuffs, but a sweetie nonetheless.

They’d been together for six months, and although they’d clashed several times, he’d kept his word and hadn’t shut her out. He’d leave to cool down—sometimes he went to his brother James’s; sometimes she saw him pacing up and down the yard, muttering under his breath—but he always came back and they always found middle ground.

“To you he’s harmless,” Holly corrected as Christy unwrapped the candy. “Wait until he finds out about the pole-dancing classes. Mike already told Kyra to up her insurance. And to make sure there are no guys lurking around during said classes.”

Cole and his men had started working on Kyra’s dance studio right before Christmas and had gotten it ready in no time. Anything to get the exotic aerobics and the horde of giggling women in tight thongs out of Haddican’s, the local gym, and away from so much bubbling testosterone.

“It’s all Annie’s fault,” Christy shot back, giving her friend the evil eye. “She signed me up without asking.”

Christy wasn’t much for showing herself off, and pole dancing was exactly that, but Kyra had been so excited to have her and Tate on board that it had been impossible to get out of it without hurting Kyra’s feelings.

On the plus side, Martha hadn’t found out about her daughter’s new hobby. She would have made fun of Christy or joined the classes. Either way, no number of twelve-step meetings would have helped Christy get through that trauma. Her mother was many things, but ugly and clumsy she wasn’t. That her ass and boobs were still perkily pointing north and that she moved perfectly to capitalize on that also helped. Working a pole under her reproving stare would have killed Christy and her shaky, newly developed self-esteem. For all Martha’s dumb decisions in her personal life—and boy, were there plenty—she had a witty tongue and knew how to deliver killer putdowns.

“Duh, you would have said no,” Annie replied, bringing her back to the present. “And I owed you one after you got me into exotic aerobics.”

“You know I can’t quit the exotic aerobics. I needed company.” Christy had gone there just on a whim, but then Cole saw her and, in one of his my-way-or-the-highway stunts, had tossed her over his shoulder and stomped out of the class. Now she couldn’t quit, just on principle. She needed to stand her ground with Cole, especially when he was being a control freak and attempting to fuck her into submission, which was very often.

Besides, she liked that class. And defying Cole.

Annie pursed her lips. “A pregnant woman wiggling her ass around a chair and pretending to be sexy is…definitely not.”

“I’m pretty sure Max feels otherwise,” Holly said. “I’ve seen him watching you. No way to disguise that look.”

“What look?”

“That tight expression. The she’s-mine-everyone-back-the-fuck-off glare, mixed with wait-till-I-get-a-closed-door-between-us-and-the-rest-of-the-world.”

Tate laughed. “That’s the standard Bowen look.”

Damn right. Christy had seen it on Cole’s face many times. Before and after fucking her senseless. Heck, while too. She loved that proprietary look. It said she was beautiful and he needed her. For someone who’d battled self-esteem issues all her life, it meant the world. Cole meant the world to her.

“As soon as the baby pops out,” Christy said, pointing at Annie’s seven-months-pregnant belly, “you’re marching into the pole-dancing classes with me. No frigging excuses.”

Annie shook her head. “I have shitty coordination. I’d kill myself.”

“Sure. And the swing up in Max’s room?”

They were all rosy from their facial massages, yet Annie visibly flushed. “Hmm, that’s for yoga?”

Christy couldn’t stifle the giggle. Neither could Holly or Tate.

Yeah, because Max was such a yoga type.

Christy dipped her sugar-free lollipop on her diet soda. “If I’m making an ass out of myself and Kyra is risking the integrity of her new business, you’re joining us after recovering from childbirth.”

Annie grimaced, pointing at Christy’s glass. “That’s gross. I thought you were cutting back on your weird stuff.”

Yeah, she’d thought that too. Until her mom blew into town.

“Cola-flavored cherry lollipop or cherry-flavored soda. Not weirder than scooping Nutella with bacon.”

“True, but I’m hormonal.”

Ha! Pregnancy hormones had nothing on the spike of anxiety that Martha created.

“By the way, Tate,” Holly chimed in, “did you get a pole installed in the bedroom?”

Now it was Tate blushing. “Yes.”

“And?”

She blushed even harder. She was six months pregnant, and although she had some limitations where the movements were concerned, Christy had seen her dance. Tate really knew how to make it work. She kicked ass. Pregnant and all.

“James loved it. As in really loved it.”

“On a scale of one to ten?” Holly asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Thirty. And don’t worry,” Tate hurried to appease Christy. “I made him promise he won’t say a word to Cole about the classes.”

Good, because Mike was right. If Cole found out, Kyra was going to need top-of-the-line insurance, especially with Amantis’s dancing crew and the security detail snooping around.

“Although I don’t see the big issue. It’s for Cole. Whenever you’re ready, he’ll be the one enjoying the result of the classes, right?”

“Right,” Christy mumbled. She’d started liking it, but considering how klutzy she felt at pole dancing, it was going to take a couple of decades before Cole got to see her.

Holly turned her inquisitive gaze to Annie. “And your, uh, yoga swing? Scale of one to ten?”

“Thirty,” she answered after a long pause, red as a frigging tomato.

“Wow. Swings, dancing poles. The pregnant ladies here like their toys,” Holly said with a grin.

Christy glanced at Annie and Tate, both fanning themselves. “We should change the subject. Before the kinky pregnant ladies faint.”

“You’re a fine one to talk. And the cuffs tucked in the drawer in your nightstand?”

“Annie!”

“What? I’m being tactful. The cuffs were the only objects I recognized.”

Okay, they were so banned from each other’s bedrooms.

“Really?” Holly asked, looking intrigued as hell. “What kind of objects?”

“We are deviating from the subject, people. We were talking about how to off my mom, remember?”

Tate waved around. “That’s easy. We bring her here, lock her in the sauna, and turn it to high.”

“It won’t work. She’s from LA. And she lived in Georgia for a while, chasing after some crocodile hunter. The heat’s nothing for her.”

“Or now that we have plenty of props,” Holly said with a wink, “we could plant Tate’s dance pole somewhere in the forest and cuff Martha to it. Leave her for the wolves.”

Poor wolves. Her mother would have them committing suicide in no time. Christy couldn’t do that to them.

“Must be a simpler way. Can’t you just send her to hell?”

Christy shrugged. It was easier said than done. Her mom had the nasty habit of doing something nice whenever Christy was reaching critical mass. She couldn’t send her to hell in good conscience.

The girls couldn’t understand. Annie had a kick-ass mom. Tate too. Holly’s she didn’t know, but the messages between mother and daughter were hilarious, so she imagined their relationship was solid. People with great parents had no clue how difficult it was to deal with bad ones.

“How long until she leaves?”

“Still a while. Thirteen days, nine hours”—Christy reached for her cell—“twenty-five minutes and thirty-five seconds, to be exact.”

Annie chuckled. “You keeping track?”

“I have a countdown set.” Every twenty-four hours, an app sent her a yay-you-can-do-this message. “She’s leaving four days before Valentine’s Day. She wants to be in LA then, so that she can prepare for it.”

“Four days in advance?” Holly asked. “What’s she planning on doing for her husband?”

“For Fred? Nothing. She goes to make sure he gets her all that she wants.”

“Oh boy.”

“You can say that again. How he puts up with her, I don’t know.”

Her smile-accept-and-walk-away technique was failing her big-time now that they were both under the same roof. Or maybe it was that she had gotten a taste for normal and supportive with Cole, and going back to mental was hard.

“We should call Fred and get some pointers,” Holly suggested. “Thirteen days is a long time. Spending your and Cole’s first Valentine’s Day in jail wouldn’t be too much fun.”

“Run to Vegas ahead of schedule. You’re going there anyway for your annual convention, right?” Annie asked.

Tate frowned. “What convention?”

“The geeky version of Valentine’s,” Annie said. “I was there once with her. Memorable. Not going ever again.”

Christy rolled her eyes and turned to Holly and Tate. “There’s a Star Trek convention held in Vegas the weekend before Valentine’s every year.” Plus this year they had the premiere of a new Star Trek movie. “And no, I’m not going. Cole wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like that. I’ve been dropping hints about it for a couple of months already, but he isn’t biting.”

Holly patted her on the arm. “So no hanging out with your nerdy friends and stuck with your mom. That sucks.”

Yep. Totally.

 

 

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After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff.

While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

 

 

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