Cover Reveal – Holidays Ever After

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Title: Holidays Ever After

Author(s): Various

Publisher: Carter & Bradley Publishing

Release Date: December 5, 2017

Romance Genre(s): Contemporary Pages: 1581

 

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About the Box Set:

 

 Which holiday hottie will you unwrap first? No matter the time of the year, it’s always the season for seduction! From Spicy to Sweet and everything in between, this sizzling boxed set of TWENTY contemporary romances from today’s New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors will give you tons of holiday hunks to fall in love with. Inside these pages you’ll find everything from sexy strangers and brooding billionaires to marines, firefighters, and the guy next door. Whether you’re in the mood for a Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah, or a New Year’s celebration, this limited edition Holiday Ever After anthology is packed with exclusive, full-length titles to lift your spirits. From Halloween to Kwanzaa, Valentines Day, Norooz, and the Fourth of July, these stories will give your holiday season extra spark and will be the best romantic holiday bundle to hit your ereader this year! Get ready to heat up your holidays when you treat yourself to Holidays Ever After!

 

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About the Authors:

 

Colleen Charles

colleen-charles-author-image After 26 years in Corporate leadership at a Fortune 500, I discovered people within the organization lacked integrity. I’d always known deep in my soul that I was trying to fit a square peg in to a round hole since I’m the typical creative type. I miss my staff but I don’t miss the corporate world. It’s been said that the Universe will let you know if something isn’t right for you. The first time, it will hit you with a pebble. Then a brick. Then a boulder. Let’s just say that I got flattened. Visit Colleen’s website

 

 

Monica Corwin

monica-corwin-author-image Monica Corwin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author. She is an outspoken writer attempting to make romance accessible to everyone, no matter their preferences. As a Northern Ohioian, Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and a dislike of Michigan football. Monica owns more books about King Arthur than should be strictly necessary. Also typewriters…lots and lots of typewriters. Visit Monica’s website

 

 

Amy L. Gale

amy-l-gale-author-image Romance author by night, pharmacist by day, Amy Gale loves rock music and the feel of sand between her toes. She attended Wilkes University where she graduated with a Doctor of Pharmacy degree. In addition to writing, she enjoys baking, scary movies, rock concerts, and reading books at the beach. She lives in the lush forest of Northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, six cats, and golden retriever. Visit Amy’s website

 

 

Becca Fanning

becca-fanning-author-image USA Today Bestselling Author Becca is interested in one thing: big alpha male Shifters who know when to be tough and when to be sensitive. She didn’t think there were enough of those, so she’s been writing about them for the past three years! Her books are steamy with deep characters, suspense and authentic relationships. Visit Becca on Goodreads

 

 

Victoria Pinder

victoria-pinder-author-image USA Today best selling author, Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. She’s worked in engineering, after passing many tests proving how easy Math came to her. Then hating her life at the age of twenty four, she decided to go to law school. Four years later, after passing the bar and practicing very little, she realized that she hates the practice of law. She refused to one day turn 50 and realize she had nothing but her career and hours at a desk. After realizing she needed change, she became a high school teacher. Teaching is rewarding, but writing is a passion. Visit Victoria’s website

 

 

Alexa Padgett

alexa-padgett-author-image With a degree in international marketing and a varied career path that includes content management for a web firm, marketing direction for a high-profile sports agency, and a two-year stint with a renowned literary agency, award-winning author Alexa Padgett has returned to her first love: writing fiction. Visit Alexa’s website

 

 

Tuesday Embers

tuesday-embers-author-image Tuesday lives in Michigan, where unicorns are too snobby to make an appearance. She enjoys dandelions, cupcakes and the occasional trip overseas. She also writes fantasy fiction under the name Mary E. Twomey. Visit Tuesday’s website

 

 

Khardine Gray

khardine-gray-author-image Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her husband and two kids. She is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing and ice skating. When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends. Visit Khardine’s website

 

 

Holly Dodd

holly-dodd-author-image Holly Dodd is an award-winning author. Her novel won the 2016 RWA Beacon award for unpublished romantic suspense. Her fans classify her stories as steamy and intense with a little bit of funny and a lot of emotion. Visit Holly’s website

 

 

Liz Gavin

liz-gavin-author-image International bestselling author Liz Gavin’s books have made to #1 in countries as diverse as Japan, the UK, the US, Canada, Australia and her home country Brazil, collecting 5 and 4-star reviews. Nominated for a Summer Indie Book Award in 2016, and again in 2017, this RWA member constantly seeks new opportunities to improve her craft. Visit Liz’s website

 

 

Jillian Quinn

jillian-quinn-author-image Jillian Quinn is an international bestselling romance author who likes her females just as alpha as their swoon-worthy male counterparts. Known for her hockey, football, and baseball romance novels, Jillian is a writer and sports fanatic, combining her passion for both hobbies into her books. Visit Jillian’s website

 

 

Courtney Hunt

courtney-hunt-author-image Courtney Hunt is a USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. She writes the kind of books she loves to read–sweet and sexy contemporary romances with witty humor and heartwarming emotion. Courtney is a die-hard Disney, Harry Potter, and Star Trek fangirl. She lives near Washington DC with her own Prince Charming and their son. Visit Courtney’s website

 

 

Vivi Holt

vivi-holt-author-image Vivi Holt writes inspirational, historical romances with a western flavour. Vivi lives in beautiful Brisbane, Australia with her husband and three young children. Growing up on a farm she learned to love the country life and now she writes about it in her books. History has always fascinated her as well, so writing historical romance seemed a natural progression. She loves horse-riding, hiking, and reading. Visit Vivi’s website

 

 

Kristen Luciani

kristen-luciani-author-image Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author and momtrepreneur with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended… Visit Kristen’s website

 

 

Astrid Arditi

astrid-arditi-author-image If Astrid Arditi could have one magical power, it would be to create time—to write, to enjoy her children, to unpack (she’s moved five times in four years), to sleep in, to learn how to cook, and to hit the gym. Or at least, to locate the one nearest her. While waiting for her magic powers to manifest, she reads, eats way too many cakes, daydreams, and thanks her lucky stars for her whirlwind, wonderful life. Visit Astrid’s website

 

 

Rebekah R. Ganiere

rebekah-r-ganiere-author-image A Bestselling Award Winning Author – Rebekah grew up on both the east and west coasts and currently lives in the Los Angeles area. From the Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein to The Stand by Stephen King, Rebekah has always immersed herself in other people’s worlds. She began writing in junior high and then found she liked pretending to be other people’s characters in high school. Lettering in drama she went on to study theater in college as well. After college she continued acting till becoming a mom. Ultimately, she ended up going back to writing her characters down instead of acting them out, so she could stay at home with her kids. Visit Rebekah’s website

 

 

Jessica Gray

jessica-gray-author-image Jessica Gray is a true romantic. She writes heartwarming and sexy contemporary romance full of true love. All her stories have a happy end. Because if it isn’t happy, it isn’t the end yet. Her characters are normal, lovable people with all their flaws and challenges. Her heroes are hunky alpha-males who aren’t afraid to show their emotions and love that one woman the way she deserves it. Her heroines are sassy, self-confident women who can take care of themselves, but aren’t opposed to a man who wants to take care of them and cherish them. Visit Jessica’s website

 

 

Ja’Nese Dixon

janese-dixon-author-image Ja’Nese Dixon writes tales of romance laced with strong women and stronger men. My happily ever afters are meant to inspire. So, if you’re looking for a page turner that will leave you blushing, with your heart racing, and lying to yourself about reading “just one more chapter” then grab a book. Visit Ja’Nese’s website

 

 

Teresa Roman

teresa-roman-author-image If it was possible to be born with a book in her hands, that’s how Teresa Roman would’ve entered this world. Her passion for reading is what inspired her to become a writer. She loves the way stories can take you to another time and place. Teresa currently lives in beautiful Sacramento, CA with her husband, three adorable children and a dog named Parker that her son convinced them to adopt. When she’s not at her day job or running around with her kids, you can find her in front of the computer writing, or with her head buried in another book. Visit Teresa’s website

 

 

Angela Corbett

angela-corbett-author-image Angela Corbett is a graduate of Westminster College where she double majored in communication and sociology. She has worked as a journalist, freelance writer, and director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, and chasing her five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin—who is just as mischievous as his hobbit namesake. She’s the author of Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult fiction—with lots of kissing. Visit Angela’s website

 

 

Tour Stops

October 16: Wicked Babes Blog Reviews
Behind Closed Doors
Written Love Reviews
Abibliophobia Anonymous
Loves Great Reads

October 17: My Fiction Nook
Sassy Book Lovers
Lisa’s Book Blog @ LEL
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents

October 18: Shh, I Am Reading
Bonkers About Books
Underneath the Covers
Ogitchida Kwe’s Book Blog

October 19: Books and Warpaint
Romance Novel Giveaways
I Heart Reading
Liz’s Reading Life

October 20: ***Kitty’s Book Spot!***
A Naughty Book Fling
Book Lover in Florida
Books, Dreams, Life

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Release Boost – Loving Storm

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We spent forty-eight hours trapped in the back of his pickup truck.

 

We fought.

 

We touched.

 

We fell.

 

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She literally crashed into my life…

 

The last thing I wanted was a relationship. Especially with a quirky chick who drove me insane. But something about her got under my skin, and into my heart.

 

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Review Tour – Still

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“Grip is my ultimate…If I was forced, gun-to-the head, to make one book boyfriend real to be mine, it would be him. No questions asked.”

— Adriana Locke, USA Today Bestselling Author

 

STILL, the sexy,emotional final installment of the GRIP series,

is available NOW!

 

 

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Enter the $50 Gift Card Release Giveaway! http://bit.ly/StillLIVEGive   I’ll be there. Through thick and thin. Ride or die. You can count on me.   The promises people make. The vows we take. Assumptions of the heart. Emotion tells us how we feel, but life…life has a way of plunging us in boiling water, burning away our illusions, testing our faith, trying our convictions. Love floating is a butterfly, but love tested is an anchor.   For Grip and Bristol, Love started at the top of the world On a Ferris wheel under the stars But when that love is tested, will they fly or fall?  

 

 

 

Excerpt:

 

 

“Mmmmm, that looks good.”

The comment grabs my attention, and I find myself smiling for the first time since I left Bristol. As she walks toward me, the approaching sunset paints the roof in shadows, but I see her clearly. Dark hair, burnished in places, falls around her shoulders. She has already discarded the dress she wore at lunch today in favor of a T-shirt and nothing else; it’s the one I just tossed into the hamper.

She tugs at my HABITUAL LINE STEPPER T-shirt, the hem landing at the top of her thighs. Where the T-shirt stops, my eyes keep going, past the lean muscles of her legs and the cut of her calves, the delicate bones of her ankles and to her bare feet. I love this girl, head to toe. Beyond this gorgeous packaging, it’s everything beneath that makes me beyond grateful she’s mine. The loyalty, the bottomless pit that is her heart, her sense of humor. The toughest girl I know is also the most tender, and I’m so honored I get to see both sides, all her sides.

“You out of clean clothes?” I nod to my T-shirt. “You gotta wear my dirty stuff now?”

An impish smile tugs at her bare lips. She’s washed away her makeup, and with it, all the sophistication she wraps around herself for her job. Up on this roof in my T-shirt, she’s just my girl. I love her in every iteration, but this is the one only I get to see, so it’s probably my favorite.

“I have clean clothes.” She steps close enough for me to smell her scent and mine mingling in the fabric. “I like the way this shirt smells.”

I drop a look over her, my eyes resting on the curves of her breasts in the soft cotton, where her nipples have gone taut under my stare.

“How does the shirt smell?” I ask, my voice as smoky as the steaks I should be paying attention to.

“Like you.” She leans forward until her breasts press into my chest. “It smells like you.”

My hands are twitching to touch her, and I finally surrender, slipping under the shirt to grasp her waist, pulling her up the few inches until our lips meet. I’ve been thinking about these steaks all day, and before Bristol arrived, I thought I was starving—but this, what I feel having her in my arms after hours apart, this is starving. It starts in my balls and tunnels up through my chest, infiltrates my heart, and presses its way to my mouth, which is open and devouring in a lips-searching, tongues-dueling kiss. I grip her by the ass, grinding our bodies together until the texture of her skin and mine, the scents of her skin and mine meld into this one panting, voracious thing that never seems to get enough.

“You better not burn my steak,” Bristol pants in between kisses.

I angle my head to send my tongue deeper into her mouth, holding her still, teasing her until she’s straining up, open and begging when I pull back.

“Grip.” My name is a whimpering complaint. She cups my neck and tugs my head back down.

“Oh, no.” I resist, laugh, and turn to the grill. “You were so concerned about me burning these steaks, Ms. Medium Rare.”

“I am.” She slides her arms around me from behind and I feel a sweet sting, her teeth gently biting my shoulder through my T-shirt. I love it when she bites me, but I’m not giving her that satisfaction yet. “But that doesn’t mean you get to stop kissing me. You have to multitask.”

One slim hand slides over my abs and past my belt to cup me through my jeans.

Damn. Not sure how long I can keep up this charade that I don’t want to screw her into the wall on the roof where anyone with half a telescope could see.

“Wow,” I say, keeping my tone unaffected, though she’s gotta feel me getting longer and harder in her hand. “Somebody’s horny as hell.”

She makes a sound that’s half outraged laughter, half indignant grunt before stepping around to stand in front of me by the grill.

“I will not be slut-shamed by my own boyfriend.” Amusement lights her eyes, turning them to quicksilver.

“Shamed?” I put down the grilling fork I’m using for the steaks and reach for her again.

 

“No shame in being horny for me, baby. I wanna give you a gold star.”

Her eyes slide down to the erection poking her in the stomach. “Is that what we’re calling it now? Should we name it?”

“Guys who have to name their dicks probably aren’t using ’em right.”

“So I ask again . . . should we name it?”

I cock a brow and press our hips together.

“Are you implying that I don’t know how to use mine? Because that’s not the impression I got this morning when you came so hard you were singing like a bird.”

She tilts her head, her eyes wide and considering. “Did you say like a bird?” A small smile plays around her lips. “What made you say that?”

“I don’t know.” I give a careless shrug. “Why?”

“It’s silly,” she says, rolling her eyes in self-derision. “I was thinking today when I laughed it sounded like . . .”

Bristol blushes about once every Halley’s Comet, so the color washing across her cheeks makes me wonder.

“What?” I probe. “Your laugh sounded like what?”

“Like a happy bird,” she mumbles, peering up at me like I’m going to laugh in her face.
Which I do.

“Stop laughing at me.” She narrows her eyes in mock warning.

“Right.” I dip my head to catch her eyes and tease her. “Because when you tell me you laugh like a happy bird I’m just supposed let you get away with that.”

“I’m not telling you things anymore.” She narrows her eyes and folds her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, right. I’m your best friend.” I pull her back into me. “You’ll tell me everything like you always do.”

“You are, you know.” Her voice softens. “My best friend, I mean.”

When she looks at me like this, her eyes stripped of every defense, no guard in sight, completely honest and open and vulnerable, I feel slightly invincible. It’s a trick of the heart, I know, but I can’t help but think that as long as she looks at me like this, there isn’t anything I couldn’t survive, that our love is the stuff of legends, rolled in Teflon, disaster-proof. I’m as fanciful as Bristol, my laughing bird.

“You’re mine, too,” I echo her sentiment. “My best friend.”

“I won’t tell Rhyson,” she promises with a grin.

“I’m pretty sure he spits the same line to Kai.” I keep a straight face. “We have to say that shit to get laid.”

“I hate you.”

“Orrrrrrrrr do you love me and want to blow me after dinner?” I shrug and lift my hands, my palms up. “Just saying. Listen to your heart, Bristol. Listen to your heart.”

“I’m listening to my belly right now, smartass, and it’s growling. Feed me.”

“Like my mama used to say, ain’t no freeloaders in this house. What’ll you give me for feeding you?”

“Um . . .”

“I do have a suggestion, if you’re searching.”

“Let me guess—you have a ‘Will fuck for food’ sign up here somewhere?”

“I used bubble letters.” I laugh and give her ass a light smack. “You can barter that booty.”

It’s so damn easy with Bristol—our banter, the chemistry, the perfect rhythm of our conversation. It was one of the first things I noticed when we met all those years ago. We didn’t read each other’s minds or finish each other’s sentences. It wasn’t cosmic, but it was a connection that seized me by the brain and grabbed me by the balls. She was as smart as she was sexy, as curious as she was forthcoming. There were years in between when we made things complicated, when things were strained, but now with our hearts settled on each other for good, it’s simple.

This.

Her.

Us.

 

 

 

 

STILL (Grip Book 2)STILL by Kennedy Ryan
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the 2nd book in the GRIP series. This series is a spin off to the acclaimed Soul series by the same author. I recommend reading these titles in order to avoid spoilers and enjoy the series for what it is.

Marlon AKA Grip & Bristol’s story continues in this heartfelt novel of love and all that it colors in your life. It took him eight years to convince Bristol to give him a chance he has no intention of blowing. All around him there are factors at work trying to sabotage the relationship he has finally won.

Bristol feels like she is on a learning curve. There is so much about Grip’s life she is still adapting to. She does not want to give him any regrets for choosing her. Only there is so much coming neither of them is prepared for…….

This was truly an emotional read. With such a beautiful story, even the words are very poetic and I find myself wishing I had them set to music that I could listen to. Like the other books in this amazing series – it slowly takes a hold of your heart and squeezes. These are characters that will live on in my heart for a good long while. I sure hope to see more of these deep and interesting characters.

***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

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Kennedy Ryan is a Southern girl gone Southern California. A Top 100 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy writes romance about remarkable women who find a way to thrive even in tough times, the love they find, and the men who cherish them. She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Georgia families living with Autism, Kennedy has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other outlets as a voice for families living with autism. 

 

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Blog Tour – The GRIP Remix

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“…one of the most engaging and well-written romance books I have read…It’s like nothing you’ve read before. It touches the issues no one talks about in our community. And it’s a MUST-READ.”  

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GRIP, Kennedy Ryan’s sexy, emotional Amazon Bestseller,

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Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out. I know. I’ve been doing it for years.

 

 

I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary. And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary.

Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key. All that’s left is friendship and work.

He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true. I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart.

 

 

It’s wild, reckless, disobedient. And it remembers all the things I want to forget.

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“Neither of us has been in a serious relationship in years.”

 

“That doesn’t mean anything.” I stand and slide my feet into the Jimmy Choos. “You haven’t exactly been waiting around, have you?”

 

“Damn right I haven’t been waiting around.” He doesn’t get up, but his firm hold on my wrist stops me from walking away. “I’m not Rhyson.”

 

I look down at him, frowning my confusion.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Remember when Kai put Rhyson in the friend zone?”

 

Of course I do. For a long time, my sister-in-law Kai denied the attraction between her and Rhyson.

 

“Yeah, so?”

 

“When Kai wasn’t checking for Rhys, I assumed he had to be sleeping with other girls.” Grip shrugs. “I mean, he and Kai were just friends. But, nope. He said he only wanted Kai and didn’t sleep with anyone else.”

 

“Then you’re right.” I tug at my wrist, but he holds on tight. “You’re definitely not Rhyson.”

 

“It was months, Bristol. She shut him out for months. Not years.”

 

“I’m not shutting you out.” I release a tired breath. “I’m living my life, and you’re living yours.”

 

“Right.” He nods and turns his mouth down at the corners. “So, if you won’t be with me, then I’ll fuck whoever the hell I want. If you have a problem with that, you know what to do about it.”

 

For a moment, our eyes tangle in the dimness. His words sink into my flesh like briars. Every word out of his mouth only proves that I’m right to get out of here. That I’m right not to give in. If I ever gave him a chance and he fucked around on me . . . I’ve seen what that looks like. It looks like a woman as strong as my mother reduced to pathetic, teary drunkenness.

 

“It’s none of my business.” I shift my eyes away from him and to the glittering city skyline just beyond the rooftop.

 

“It’s none of your business until you say it is.”

 

I force myself to look back.

 

“Don’t hold your breath, Grip.” I say my next words with deliberation. “I mean, it’s not like I’m sitting around saving it, either.”

 

He pulls me forward, and I press my hand to the hardness of his chest so I don’t fall into him. My knee supports me, pressed against his on the couch.

 

“Are you poking me?” One strong hand wraps around the back of my thigh, anger marking his expression. “Do you want to know if it bothers me when you fuck other guys?”

 

I just stare at him unblinkingly. He presses my leg, urging me forward until I’m fully on the couch, fully on him, one knee on either side of his legs, facing him. Straddling him.

“It makes me want to set the world on fire.” His words come softly, but the truth roars in his eyes. “To think of you with them.”

 

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Grip (Grip, #1)Grip by Kennedy Ryan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Bristol and Marlon AKA Grip’s story continues in this amazingly touching and yet intense story. Grip has been chasing her since that very special moment back in college. The best Spring Break of their lives.

Grip has all but given up, since the better part of a decade has past and still she will not give him an inch. He has tried to move on – but at what expense? Can the heart really forget what his head tells him he must?

This book was everything I was looking for, and more. In typical fashion, this author gives us an intense relationship filled with twists and turns. With a little suspense thrown in. I loved it. Even though I cried and laughed my way through it. This was made better with some of our favorite characters and surprises thrown in.

***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

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Kennedy Ryan is a Southern girl gone Southern California. A Top 100 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy writes romance about remarkable women who find a way to thrive even in tough times, the love they find, and the men who cherish them. She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Georgia families living with Autism, Kennedy has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other outlets as a voice for families living with autism.

 

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After the love of Lily’s life and best friend dies in combat, she struggles to move on – until Carter Lenox enters her life. Carter has a secret, one that will destroy Lily. But when a terrorist hell bent on revenge tries to kill Lily, Lenox has no choice but to claim the one woman he should never have.
 
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He was my first love…
I wanted him to follow his dreams. I wanted him to escape the life he hated. I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling him how I truly felt. Until it was too late, and my silence turned into my biggest regret.
Twelve years ago, Shane Owings died, taking my heart with him. I was left devastated and broken hearted. Time didn’t heal, as the years went on I only missed him more. 

She was my best friend… the only woman I ever loved.
When I ran off to join the Army, I left behind everything I had ever loved. I thought I was doing the right thing, but my good intentions quickly turned into my biggest regret.
Every year on the anniversary of Shane’s death I watched as Lillian Nelson visited Shane’s grave and spilled her secrets to a dead man. Each year I hoped she wouldn’t be back, that her heart would finally heal and she would move on. But year after year she was back. So many times I wanted to reach out and comfort the beautiful woman, but I knew she would never forgive me. It was my fault Shane was dead. 
Until… A terrorist shows up looking for revenge.
I had to come out of the shadows and protect the one woman I had no business falling in love with.
 

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Riley Edwards is a best-selling multi-genre author, wife, and military mom. Riley was born and raised in Los Angeles but now resides on the east coast with her fantastic husband and children. Her two eldest children have flown the coop and are now serving in the US military. Riley also has a teenage daughter that is the source of laughter and wit around her house. Her youngest son is a “bad-ass” in training and is very much a mini version of his Alpha father.

Riley writes heart-stopping romance with sexy alpha heroes and even stronger heroines. Riley’s favorite genres to write are romantic suspense and military romance. (Those are also her favorites to read.) She’s known for her jaw-dropping plot twists. You know the ones? Those pivotal scenes in a story that when executed so flawlessly it leaves you breathless and begging for more? Yeah, those! She’s mastered the art of blending suspense, romance, and smoldering sexy times. It’s like Criminal Minds, and the Spice Channel mated, and a perfect love child was born.

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Happy Book Lover’s Day 2017!

Hope your reading this year has been magical.  Tell me, what are you reading lately?
 #amreading a hockey romance book called #IrresistibleYou by Kate Meader.  It is from the series the #ChicagoRebels.  Seriously hot, I tell you.  
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Book Blitz – Power Play

Power Play
Sophia Henry
(Pilots Hockey #2)
Publication date: February 16th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

In Sophia Henry’s blistering follow-up to Delayed Penalty, hailed as “sexy, fun, and full of angst” by L. P. Dover, a good girl and a hockey hunk face off against expectations—and this match is guaranteed to see plenty of action.

Beneath her innocent facade, Gabriella Bertucci has her reasons to be standoffish with guys. Especially guys like Landon Taylor, a star defenseman on the minor-league Detroit Pilots and the object of a serious crush since he first walked into her family’s market. But when Landon comes through for her in a moment of crisis, Gaby starts to wonder if there might be more to Landon than hard muscles and fast skates.

Landon isn’t afraid of telling Gaby that he’s got it for her bad. The problem is, she seems unwilling to believe it. And though Landon enjoys his reputation as a cool-headed athlete, he hates losing—both on the rink and off. It’s his competitiveness that makes him so damn good at what he does . . . but it also makes him just a little bit complicated.

One minute Gaby’s tempted to give in; the next, she’s getting cold feet. How can she trust a guy who’s destined for bigger and better things to stick around? Then again, when Landon pulls her close with those powerful arms, the only thing that matters is right now.

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Intro: Gaby works at a store that Landon’s family have been patrons at for years, so they’ve known each other on a friendly level. In the second chapter, Landon tries to prove to Gaby that he isn’t a stranger. They have a natural, easy way with each other and great banter. This is a scene with a fun exchange between Gaby and Landon. This snippet comes from end of the scene after Gaby grills Landon with questions—all of which he answers correctly.

 

From POWER PLAY:

 

“How did you know that?” I glanced past him. A slight movement outside the door had caught my eye, but no customers walked through.

 

“Told you we weren’t strangers.”

 

“You’re creeping me out. Seriously.” I thought I held the championship belt for scary stalker. At least I had a reason: Landon Taylor, my vote for sexiest man alive and hottest hockey player in the AHL. But there was no reason for him remember random facts about me. “I’m not—anything.”

 

“Or maybe you’re everything.”

 

“What?” My brain didn’t have the capacity to wrap itself around everything going on right now. My dad had a heart attack. My crush alludes to me being everything—whatever that means. Can’t think. Storage limit maxed out.

 

“I pay attention when it comes to you, Gaby.”

 

“But why?” Surreal couldn’t even begin to describe this moment.

 

“You were my first kiss.” After sprinkling that confusing seed in my head, Landon spun around and walked out. Through the front window, I watched him thread his fingers together behind his head and raise them toward the clouds in a stretch as he disappeared from my line of sight.

 

 

 

 

This is book # 2 in the Pilots Hockey series.  While this book can be read as a standalone, I always recommend to understand series books to read them in order.  This is a good series and deserves your complete understanding.
 
Gabriella AKA Gaby has been in love with Landon for as long as she can remember.  When he helps her with her father’s heart attack, she starts to see maybe he cares for her also.  Can they learn to trust and maybe start something for the future?
 
Landon has had the hots for Gaby as long as he can remember.  They grew up right near each other and he has been attracted to her the whole time.  Every one seems to know it but Gaby.  Can he convince her he is serious?
 
As they get to know one another the fires start to have a slow burn.  I really like this book and how the characters get a feel for one another before they turn up the heat!  Such a sweet and romantic story.  I give this book a 4/5 Kitty’s Paws UP!
 
 
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Award-Winning Author, Sophia Henry, is a proud Detroit native who fell in love with reading, writing and hockey all before she became a teenager. She did not, however, fall in love with snow. So after graduating with an English degree from Central Michigan University, she moved to the warmth of North Carolina for the remainder of her winters.

She spends her days writing books featuring hot, hockey-playing heroes. When she’s not writing, she’s chasing her two high-energy sons, watching her beloved Detroit Red Wings, and rocking out at concerts.

Sophia’s writes heartfelt and flirty fiction for readers who love the Mature Young Adult and New Adult genres. Check out her emotional and engaging Pilots Hockey series from Random House Flirt.

 

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Cristin Harber’s THE TITAN SERIES boxset is on sale for just 99c for a very limited time! Get your hands on eleven books for this low price now!

 

   

 

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“If you love military/romantic suspense, if you love Lori Foster or Maya Banks, read this series.” -Straight Shootin’ Book Reviews

 

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Books 1-11 in the Titan series by New York Times bestselling author Cristin Harber is now available in one place, plus read a teaser from the next-in-series Titan novel.

 

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Winters Heat

Sweet Girl

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Chased

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Sweet One

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Cristin Harber is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She writes sexy, steamy romantic suspense and military romance. Readers voted her onto Amazon’s Top Picks for Debut Romance Authors in 2013, and her debut Titan series was both a #1 romantic suspense and #1 military romance bestseller.

 

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Release Blitz – His Competent Woman

  

 

 

Release Blitz

His Competent Woman

Ellen Whyte

April 18 2017

 

 
 
 
 
30,000 words 
Complete & Standalone
 
In desperate need for money, Emma applies for a job with handsome billionaire Curtis West. She’s not really qualified for the job and to make matters worse, she loses her temper during the interview and fudges her credentials. Can she pull it off or will this end in tears?
 
 

Chapter One Emma: Bad News And Billionaires

 

     “Ben’s a lovely boy,” Miss Maddy said brightly. “We’re so happy to have him.”
     “Thank you so much!”
 
     Oh tell her to quit the chitchat and cut to the chase!
 
     That’s my inner devil. I’m patient and cool on the outside, but inside of me there’s this little voice that pipes up and says it how it is. She’s blunt, difficult and honestly, a bit of a slut. Maybe it’s the real me, I don’t know. But whoever that little voice really belongs to, she’s certainly impatient.
 
     While my devil was right, I resisted an impulse to hurry Miss Maddy along. Ben’s schoolteacher was dedicated and likeable although somewhat longwinded. Being a teacher is a tough job, and Miss Maddy prefaced every conversation with endless compliments, as if parents weren’t capable of tackling reality without a spoonful of sugar.
 
     “Ben’s kind, generous and very popular.”
 
     “But Ben isn’t doing well,” I prompted her. “Is he naughty in class? Not listening maybe?”
 
     “He’s in my bad books for being too chatty at least twice a week!” Miss Maddy laughed indulgently. “But that’s normal for a seven year old, isn’t it?”
 
     Come ooooooooooooooooon!
 
     “You asked me to come and see you,” I reminded her. “You said it was important?”
     When she’d called me, I’d immediately envisioned broken bones or at the very least gushing blood. Once assured on both counts my mind had flown to some hideous disciplinary problem. Thankfully, Ben didn’t seem to be in any trouble.
 
     “Ben’s not doing well on his reading,” Miss Maddy was finally getting to the point. “His writing is poor too.”
 
     Okay, so my stomach plummeted at that. “He’s young. I thought boys are slower to develop than girls?”
 
     “I think he may be dyslexic,” Miss Maddy confided. “I’m not a psychologist, Mrs Reed, but he does seem confused about certain his words and letters. I think we should have him tested.”
 
     Now I could barely breathe either. “Dyslexic? But that’s serious, isn’t it?”
 
     “Well, it makes school a bit more of a challenge but with support most children cope very well.”
 
     “I’ll make an appointment with the doctor.”
 
     “I’m afraid that won’t work,” Miss Maddy said carefully. “Dyslexia isn’t covered.”
 
     Hell, hell, hell!
 
 
     If it wasn’t covered by the National Health Service, it meant private doctors. That meant money, and I didn’t have a bean. “Can you test him?” My voice was totally Mini Mouse, squeakily hoping against hope.
 
     “I’m afraid not.” Miss Maddy handed over a leaflet. “It takes a qualified psychologist. There’s a list here to help you out.”
 
     “They’re going to be expensive and I’m broke!”
 
     “I’m so sorry.” Miss Maddy looked away, knowing it was bad news. “You’re a widow, isn’t that so?”
 
     “Yes.” Dear Graham. Gone seven years now.
 
     “He died in Iraq?” Miss Maddy asked delicately. “Erm, during the war?”
 
     “Actually, he was run over.” It still made me sad just thinking of it. “It was an accident.”
 
     A stupid, stupid accident. A young man, a car thief, had made off with an army jeep parked at the Baghdad market. He’d jumped in, taken off and rocketed into Graham just twenty feet later. Killed instantly, Graham’s friends assured me afterwards. Graham hadn’t suffered at all, thank heaven.
 
     The driver had joined him shortly after. The mob had beaten him so badly that he’d died on the spot. It was no consolation. I didn’t find it a comfort that two families had grieved instead of one. Still don’t actually.
 
     “Very tragic,” Miss Maddy said sympathetically. “Look, there are some charities that help out. It’s all in the leaflet.”
 
     “Oh, thank God!”
 
     “But it can take months to make an appointment,” Miss Maddy cautioned me. “And it may not be in Oxford, so you may want to save for the trip.”
 
     Oh lord, it’s going to take us months, my inner devil moaned.
 
     Miss Maddy cleared her throat, piling on bad news, “I’m afraid that if Ben is dyslexic, he will need some support.”
 
     Support. Crap, crap, crap. That meant specialist training, extra classes, and that meant more bills. My stomach pitched and rolled with fright. As if I weren’t already struggling to make ends meet.
 
     Parenting Ben on my own made working a regular job extremely challenging. Few businesses tolerate staff starting at 9am and dashing off at 3pm – never mind sick days and school holidays.
 
     I hadn’t been able to find a decent job, full time or part time, either. After applying to hundreds of companies, I’d turned to the gig economy. To my horror, I discovered that meant forking out for massively expensive babysitters at unreasonable hours. A zero hours contract at Tescos had actually cost me money at the end of the month, with all my salary and some of my last remaining savings going to sitters.
 
     Now I was just shattered at the thought of the months ahead. A psychologist would cost a bomb but there was nothing left to sell. The car had gone first, then the antique clock that had been my grandmother’s and finally the 78s, the vintage records that had been Graham’s treasures from his grandfather.
 
     All I had left of value was my wedding ring, an antique Cartier that I’d taken off and shoved into my pants drawer because two of the diamond chips had fallen out.
 
     Oh god, do we have to part with it? It’s all we have left of him!
 
 
     Just the thought made me feel like weeping but I had to pull myself together. Ben’s future was more important.
 
     “What will testing cost?” I asked Miss Maddy fearfully.
 
     “Well, there’s the assessment. Last year we had little Siti Menon tested and I think her mum said it set her back -” Miss Maddy mentioned a figure that made me reel.
 
     “If he is, will he need special lessons?” I was praying she’d say not. “Or a special school?”
 
     “We can help,” Miss Maddy assured me.
 
     For a second I breathed again. If the school could pitch in, maybe we’d be okay. I was uncomfortably aware of being a burden, a scrounger on state benefits. Maybe I could help, volunteer for something.
 
 
     My spirits rose a little but then Miss Maddy whacked me right back down. “But if Ben’s diagnosed, there may be extras like a laptop and special software. Tutoring in coping techniques can sometimes help too.”
 
     She rummaged in her desk. “Let me see about prices. I had a list here from a chat group the other day. I think tutoring classes are charged by the half hour and that they tend to charge about -“
 
     By the time she was done, I felt sick. Even selling my ring wouldn’t raise enough cash.
 
     “But it’s all worth it,” Miss Maddy finished. “It really does work.” Then she put the boot in. “Without intervention, he’ll fall more and more behind.”
 
     “Can the school help with a grant for testing?” I would crawl through broken glass if they’d help. Sack cloth, ashes, the lot.
 
     Miss Maddy just shrugged helplessly. “I’m so sorry.”
 
     “Or maybe if he needs it, with tutoring?”
 
     That got me another helpless shrug.
 
     I sat in my chair, shell-shocked. I knew that Ben would not get any more attention. It wasn’t Miss Maddy’s fault. She simply had too many kids to cope with. The school was already under tremendous strain, with classrooms holding thirty children and sometimes more. Frankly, it was a miracle she’d not just dismissed Ben as lazy.
     “I’ll see to it,” I tried to sound totally cool. “Thank you, Miss Maddy. It’s very kind if you to alert me.”
 
     Miss Maddy blushed. “It’s a pleasure. We all love Ben. He’s such a pleasant boy.”
     She’s a pain in the bum sometimes, Miss Maddy, but her heart is in the right place.
     Walking out on to the sunny street, I prayed for a miracle. Maybe the job centre had something new.
 
     “Oh, Mrs Reed,” the counter staff knew me by name, I’d been in so often. “There’s an opening in Tescos, but it’s shift work. Mostly nights and weekends.”
 
     “They pay so little that it won’t cover the baby sitting,” I couldn’t help but moan. “Is there anything that isn’t zero contract hours or minimum wage?”
 
     “Nothing that matches your qualifications,” the woman said sympathetically.
     “A degree in English literature and a year as a glorified intern in a publishing house have prepared me for nothing but benefits.” Yes, I was on a total self-pitying grumble fest. “Why didn’t I study something lucrative like accounting?”
 
     “Accounting?” One of the office staff popped up, holding a newly printed vacancy notice. “There’s a job in Weston Enterprises. It says office manager but they said to give priority to people with bookkeeping or financial management experience.”
 
 
     Weston Enterprises, a top of the line green architecture construction company. I took the posting and read through it quickly. It looked like simple enough work, a girl Friday job that covered office record keeping. It was nine to five, a proper contract and the salary was decent. It was a miracle.
 
     Run! My inner devil screamed. Get there right now! We’ll snaffle this job before some other desperate cow even gets wind of it!
 
     “I’ll go straight away!” Then I ran out of the door before anyone could stop me.
     It wasn’t difficult to find Weston Enterprises. Not only are they one of the richest construction companies in the country, but their headquarters consists of a silvered glass tower. Soaring straight up from a small park, the locals had nicknamed it Minas Ithil after the moon inspired spire from Lord Of The Rings.
 
     I managed to catch a bus that took me straight to the front gate. I blasted through the little park and arrived at reception pink faced and panting. “I’ve come about the office manager job,” I announced.
 
     The receptionist, a pretty little bubble blonde in a blue flowered summer dress, glanced over the job vacancy sheet. “That will be Sam,” she chirped brightly. “Top floor. Speak to Caitie. Her desk is in reception.”
 
     The executive lift was opulent and made entirely out of glass. As it whisked me into the air, I was treated to a dazzling view of Oxford. The doors opened on an equally stunning vision: Caitie who was working the executive floor reception desk looked more like a fashion model than an office worker.
 
 
     She was perfect for Minas Ithil. Arwen Evenstar to the life, the girl could be an Elven Ring-bearer, no problem.
 
     Caitie was tall, slender and dressed in an emerald silky shift that looked straight off a Tokyo catwalk. Her glossy black hair fell down her back. It was so long, that it almost reached her waist. Everything about the woman screamed style. Even her nails were perfect; a classic French manicure with white glitter tips.
 
     I took in all the gloss, feeling my toes curl in shame. I would never, ever get a job here. It was amazing they’d even let me in the door.
 
     Her eyes are too close together and she’s probably got hammertoes. Inner me can be a bitch.
 
 
     “You’re here to see Sam?” The model was abrupt and her voice was rough. She was emptying out her desk, clearly intent on leaving. But she smiled nicely enough and waved me to a plush leather sofa. “Do take a seat.”
 
     “Erm, can you point me to the ladies?”
 
     I bolted into the loo instead, took one look at my reflection and squealed with horror. I’d wanted to look smart for Miss Maddy so I’d worn plain black trousers and a navy blue blouse. It was suitably severe, corporate and nobody would guess that my black court shoes were so worn that the left one had a hole in the sole. But compared to Miss Evenstar out in reception, it looked hideously dull.
 
     As for my hair! It’s naturally curly and a dark chestnut that goes well with any strong colour from turquoise to wine. But with me raking my hands through it all morning, it was standing up on end. Sadly, it wasn’t a romantic wild cloud, either.
 
     I’d say porcupine but it has a flavour of puffer fish too, you know, that super poisonous one. Devil me can be mercilessly self critical too.
 
     To add a final horrible touch, my face was scarlet from running. As well as my looking like a freak, it had made my eyeliner run. Instead of sultry, I was looking at racoon eyes.
 
     “You look like Cher – after she’s put her fingers in a socket,” I grumbled at mirror me. “And without the sexy vulpine glamour.”
 
     Repairing the damage, I hastily combed my hair, pulling it back into a well-tamed bun. Running my hands under the cold tap and pressing them against my face, toned down some of the hideous flush.
 
     Waiting for the last of the red to cool away, I stared my reflection. My hair’s okay but I’ve got very ordinary brown eyes, too boring for beauty, a nice straight nose but it’s too big for my taste, and my mouth is too thin. Still, with the black and navy look I was presentable. I reminded myself that this was a job interview, not a beauty competition.
     Just as well really because my blouse looked as if I’d been poured into it and my trousers were disgustingly tight. I’d eaten been eating too much cheap stodge recently and had failed to lose my winter pounds as well.
 
     Real women have curves!
 
     It was not a comfort. “Well,” I smiled at mirror-me. “At least giving up chocolate means no spots.”
 
     Digging in my bag, I realised I was out of eyeliner. My mascara was almost dead, but a drop of water from the tap eked it out. I was almost out of lipstick too but by digging in the bottom of the tube, I made do.
 
     “There,” I talked myself up for courage. “Understated, serious and dependable. Totally employable.”
 
     There was no way I could compare to the gorgeous PA but seeing this was an admin job, hopefully looks wouldn’t matter.
 
     “You’ll be behind closed doors. Probably in the basement,” I assured myself.
     I looked at the job description again.
 
     Must have good organisational skills, communicate well and handle many details and challenging situations at once.
 
 
     Well, I could handle that. Having once invited Ben’s kindergarten group over to the house for his birthday, there was nothing a company could throw at me that would scare me. Twenty screaming kids had made me immune to chaos and yelling, and it was unlikely the executives would mimic little Kevin and vomit into my handbag or hang on to me so hard that my knickers slid down to my knees like they had with that minx Seema.
 
     Must be conversant with Microsoft Office packages including Word, Excel and PowerPoint.
 
     Proofing manuscripts had made me an ace at editing, and I’d taken a course in PowerPoint at the Job Centre, just to improve my CV. My Excel skills were basic but I’d be fine after a bit of quick extra tutoring. All jobs have a learning curve. I could get up to speed in the evenings in the first week or so.
 
     Includes responsibility for liasing with vendors to ensure that orders are fulfilled as requested, invoices are paid and refunds or exchanges are processed.
 
     That sounded like it took common sense. Also, fighting with the plumber, the electrician and three roof contractors had made me an expert in negotiation. And with the plumber being a foul-mouthed Geordie, I’d not be knocked sideways by construction worker swearing either.
 
     Must hold a degree in business administration and have at least two years relevant corporate experience.
 
     Ouch. Now that was a stumbling block. I knew full well that a degree in English Lit would not be an acceptable substitute. But perhaps they were flexible on that.
     Human resources were always trying to filter applicants by box ticking, I told myself firmly. And anyway, figuring out our finances and living on the edge for seven years had to count for something.
 
     I took one last look in the mirror, straightened my shoulders and walked out, straight into a firestorm.
 
     “Caitie, my own bloody PA is cleaning out her desk right now! No notice!” The roar blasted out of the carpeted executive offices, ringing around the building. I flattened myself against the wall instinctively. “Family issues, she says! Her bloody sister had a kid and Caitie feels she has to run off and play nanny!”
 
 
     “Can we offer some leave instead?” a much more reasonable voice asked. “Negotiate?”
 
     “Seeing she’s been late every morning this week, and skiving off early, I told her to get out and not come back!” angry voice fumed.
 
     “Oh dear. And I came to tell you that Suze has given notice too.”
 
     “Whaaaaaat?” The loud angry voice echoed down the corridor, practically shattering the delicately tinted windows.
 
     “She has a baby, Curtis. She decided being a mum was more important than a career.”
 
     “She told us when she applied for the job that she was a career woman!”
 
     “Yes, but she changed her mind. It’s not a total disaster, we can replace her.”
 
     “Can we? We’re still looking for a press relations exec too!” The voice was fuming. “One who won’t give zero notice after falling in love with a bloody tourist and emigrating to Australia!”
 
     “Right, Anya,” the unfortunate Sam said. “Well, it was unusual, and rather romantic, I thought.”
 
     “Romantic? It’s disruptive and it costs a fortune to interview and recruit!” The anger was running freely, his voice ringing around the hall. “Babies, family issues and bloody husband hunting! They preach bloody equality but it’s all take and no give!”
 
     “Oh come on. We’re just hitting a bad patch.”
 
     “I’ve had it, Sam! From now on, no more women!”
 
     “Curtis, I appreciate you’re angry but you know you can’t do that. Discrimination is illegal.”
 
     “Illegal? What about quitting with no notice? Three of them in one week!”
 
     “It’s unprincipled but we can’t exactly chain them to their desks.”
 
     “Unprincipled? It’s bloody robbery! Look at Suze! At the interview she went on and on about how she wanted a career, yet she married some banker a month later.”
 
     “Well, it’s not a crime.”
 
     “Isn’t it? She had a worthless bloody degree that qualified her for nothing when she started. I spent six months training her up, then she fell pregnant. She took her sick leave and her holiday, both of which I paid for. Then she vanished for the best part of a year on maternity leave, which I also paid for, and now she goddamn quits!”
 
 
     The roar reverberated through the hall. I shivered, frozen by the rage.
 
     “Yes, it’s unfortunate-“
 
     “Unfortunate? It bloody well cost me a fortune!”
 
     “Yes, I know.”
 
     “Two years and I’ve not had an ounce of work out of her!”
 
     “Yes, but -”
 
     “You said I can’t fire her but now she can just leave?”
 
     “Yes.”
 
     “Can I sue her for compensation?”
 
     “No. It doesn’t work that way.”
 
     “Can I sue Caitie for walking out with no notice?”
 
     “Actually, no.”
 
     “Fine. In that case, no more women.”
 
     “But Curtis -“
 
     I snuck down the hall, back into the waiting room, now empty, and then sat trembling. Curtis, the voice had said. That roar had been Curtis Weston, CEO of Weston Enterprises. I’d read about him often.
 
     Curtis was one of our local lions. An inspirational architect, the creator of the glass Minas Ithil tower and winner of several awards, including a coveted RIBA for innovation in architecture. He was a local boy who had built up a billion pound fortune, and everyone in Oxford was proud of him.
 
     In interviews he’d seemed pleasant if rather driven. Now I was changing my mind. Curtis Weston only cared about his business. He didn’t have a clue that life, love and family can change lives and priorities.
 
     It was unfortunate that he was losing three of his staff at the same time, but being stinking rich, he could just replace them. Curtis Weston’s reaction was completely over the top.
 
     “Mrs Reed?” A tall friendly looking man with sandy hair and a slightly rumpled brown suit stood before me. “I’m Sam Jefferson, human resources director.” He had a warm smile and a firm handshake. “You’re awfully quick! I only sent the job spec an hour ago.”
 
     I smiled, “I like to be efficient.” Game on, right?
 
     “Right,” Sam was looking me over. With a sinking heart I could see he was noting the lack of jewellery, well-worn shoes and probably my worried eyes too. Oh crap. The Job Centre probably sent him my CV.
 
     “Penguin Publishing!” Well, that’s impressive!” Yes, Sam was checking out my past. My heart was plummeting into my gut again.
 
     Smile and flash our boobs, my horrible self is shameless. Think of Ben! If it helps get us the job, it’s worth it!
 
     God to be reduced to this! I did have a promising start in Penguin but then there was a telltale year long gap, and then the dratted thing was littered with zero hour jobs. The whole thing reeked of loser.
 
     “Cashier at Tescos, driving for Uber, and part time cleaner for the Royal Bank,” Sam said warmly. “You’re versatile and not afraid of hard work. You’ve been taking short courses too. Excellent!”
 
     He was going to turn me down! The despair just blasted through me. He wanted a competent professional with years of experience, not a run down single parent. Especially with Curtis Weston ripping into him just minutes before.
     I’m a lame duck mum, I thought.
 
     The money I needed was receding before my eyes. In a flash I could see Ben being left further and further behind, with me standing uselessly on the sidelines, unable to help him.
 
     Fight, you stupid cow!
 
     “I’m organised and used to coping with problems,” I said quickly. “I enjoy challenge and I’m a fast learner.”
 
     “Yes, I can see that,” Sam said gently. I could tell he hated this part of his work, telling desperate job seekers they were out of luck. Sam seemed a kind man, one of the best. He was probably thinking that Curtis Weston would kill him if he hired me. I wasn’t even remotely a fit for the job either, or any job they had probably.
     “Mrs Reed, I’m very sorry but -“
 
     “The Royal Bank were very pleased with me,” I interjected desperately. It wasn’t a lie. The manager had complimented me on my sparkling clean corners and floor waxing.
 
     “Sam, can I borrow Jenny?” Curtis put his head around the door. “I’ve got a pile of correspondence and I’m busy with that presentation for Fitzsimmons -” he stopped abruptly and stared at me. “Oh,” he said crisply. “Hello.”
 
     He was much taller than I’d imagined. Curtis Weston was easily six feet, with narrow hips and long legs contributing to an overall impression of lean grace. He moved swiftly, every move economical and purposeful. It was sexy as hell; panthers had nothing on this man.
 
     The strong regular features were good too. Short brown hair, brown eyes and a light tan from working outside set off sparkling white teeth, small nose and slanting cheekbones.
 
     Oh sweet mother of god, YUM! He’s stunning! Want! Want! Want!
 
 
     I ignored my suddenly thumping heart. Okay, what am I lying for? The thumping was way lower down in my body.
 
     Good looks and ohmilord just look at the window dressing!
 
 
     The expensive suit was definitely more than an off the rack at some high-end fashion house like Armani or Cardin. No, this was pure Savile Row. It was hand made and beautifully tailored to highlight the sinewy physique and the expensive black material screamed money. So did the crisp blue shirt and the navy and red tie.
     My knees were going liquid just looking at him. He was damn gorgeous.
 
     Lean, dark and sexy, just like we like them, inner me moaned. And seeing he built this business up from nothing, he’s also bright and hard working.
 
     I had to agree. If we’d met at a party, I’d have made the most horrendous pass.
     The thing about all that beauty and grace is that I suddenly became aware of less than glorious me. Horribly aware of my clothes, too worn to impress and definitely straining at the seams, I sucked in my tummy. I really had to lose some weight.
 
     Like chop off three inches all the way round. Or industrial lippo-suction.
 
     I was also cursing myself for my haste. Instead of rushing over, hoping that being first would snag me the job, I should have made an appointment, done my hair properly, dressed better and looked the part.
 
     Investing in some new shoes might have been a good move too. I could feel the unseen hole in the sole burning into my foot.
 
     “You’re applying?” Curtis spoke swiftly, with a light, clipped tone.
 
     Say something!
 
 
     But I was tongue-tied, suddenly shy of all that gorgeousness right in front of me.
 
     “This is Emma Reed,” Sam said quickly. “She’s here for the office manager job.”
 
     Curtis stepped forward and I caught a whiff of his aftershave: leather and orange. It promised warmth and excitement. I could feel myself flush.
 
     He’ll have a lean body with long ropey muscles. Those arms will curl around us, sexy and hard. Totally delicious.
 
 
     I mentally shook myself and told myself to focus. Curtis Weston was clearly out of my league, just like the job but oh my God, if only I could take him home as a consolation prize!
 
     You still haven’t spoken, moron!
 
     “Hello!” It was supposed to come out cool and competent but I sounded like Minnie Mouse. I cleared my throat, adding, “Nice to meet you.” Hell! Now I was Billy Goat Gruff!
 
 
     Curtis Weston nodded briefly. “How do you do.” His voice was cool to the point of cold.
 
     He was looking me over. I suddenly had the impression that I was standing under a searchlight. Every inch of me felt hot and exposed. The hazel eyes ran over me swiftly. This was a man who was quick in everything, from mood to decisions. And by the pursed mouth I could feel him judging my worn shoes and lack of gloss.
 
     The image of Caiti, the supermodel in the emerald sheath, rushed back into mind. Yes, the slightly contemptuous gaze told me Curtis Weston thought I wasn’t up to par.
     He wasn’t gorgeous; he was a judgemental arse.
 
     Suddenly furious, I turned to Sam. “As I was saying, Mr Jefferson, the Royal Bank was pleased with my work. They did say they might have another opening, so if you’ve other candidates-“
 
     “The Royal Bank?” Curtis interjected. “You worked there?”
 
     “Yes, and for Tesco, and Penguin publishing.” I decided I’d lay it on thick. I’d never get the job, Sam Jefferson would know I was misrepresenting myself, but at least I could walk out with my pride intact.
 
     “Are you married?” Curtis asked abruptly. “Or intending to get pregnant soon?”
 
     “Curtis!” Sam was red with annoyance. “For God’s sake!”
 
     “Oh, I don’t mind,” I said sweet as honey. “Let me tell you, Mr Weston, that I am not married, and do not intend to marry. Frankly, I have no interest in men!”
 
     “Excellent!” Curtis said promptly. “You’re hired!”
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

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Ben Lawson is making a comeback…

 

After a few tabloid headlines, they think they know me. They don’t know a damn thing. As CEO of a movie production company, I’ll show them who I really am when we hit it big at the box office. My ex thought her smear tactics would ruin me, but I’m unbreakable. Rising from the debris, I swore I’d never let a woman distract me like that again. But then, my leading actress walked on the set and changed everything.

 

Seductive, sexy, and unapologetic, Aria Rose could break me. I wanted to help her, protect her…love her. Instead, I destroyed her.

 

Aria Rose is baring it all….

 

I knew better. I knew not to trust another Hollywood heartthrob with a reputation like his. He was my boss and became my ruin. I should have stayed far away from him. Ben Lawson promised me the world. He even promised me his heart.

 

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