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Run for the hills—temporarily. That’s Colbie Albright’s plan when she flees New York for San Francisco. Wrangling her crazy family by day and writing a bestselling YA fantasy series by night has taken its toll. In short, Colbie’s so over it that she’s under it. She’s also under the waters of a historic San Francisco fountain within an hour of arrival. Fortunately, the guy who fishes Colbie out has her looking forward to Christmas among strangers. But she’s pretty sure Spencer Baldwin won’t be a stranger for long.

 

Make merry…

 

Spence’s commitment to hiding from the Ghosts of Relationships Past means he doesn’t have to worry about the powerful—okay, crazy hot—chemistry he’s got with Colbie. Just because she can laugh at anything, especially herself… just because she’s gorgeous and a great listener…just because she “gets” Spencer immediately doesn’t mean he won’t be able to let Colbie go. Does it?

 

…and hope for a miracle.

 

Now the clock’s ticking for Colbie and Spence: Two weeks to cut loose. Two weeks to fall hard. Two weeks to figure out how to make this Christmas last a lifetime

   

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Colbie Albright stood in the crowded LaGuardia Airport staring up at the flight departure board. Her chest was tight and her throat felt like it was closing in.

Classic anxiety, she told herself. Just breathe right through it.

 

Not that her body listened to her brain. Her body rarely listened to good sense.

 

In any case, it was December 1 and people were rushing all around her like chickens without their heads, while she stood still trying to figure out her choice of destination. Her only requirements were warm and tropical. An exotic beach would fit the bill perfectly.

 

Aruba.

 

Jamaica.

 

Oooh, I wanna take you…

 

Great, and now that Beach Boys song was stuck in her head. Doing her best to shake it off, she eyed the board again. So many choices for a twenty-eight-year-old runaway with a packed bag and no regrets.

From inside her purse her phone vibrated and she grimaced. Okay, so there were regrets. Buckets of them that made her suitcase feel like a thousand pounds and sucked the air from her lungs, but she refused to let herself turn tail and go back.

 

She was doing this.

 

 

 

 

 

Chasing Christmas Eve (Heartbreaker Bay, #4)Chasing Christmas Eve by Jill Shalvis
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is book #4, in the Heartbreaker Bay series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding of this fun series, I recommend reading this series in order.

Colbie needs a break. A fresh start to give her a chance to breathe before returning to her smothering life. Where to go? What to do? Well… how about San Francisco?

Spence sort of helps a dog cause a tourist to fall into their fountain. He feels bad. Then he feels attracted. Colbie is a beautiful, talented, funny, and amazing tourist he would like to get to know better. Where is this coming from? Even he doesn’t know.

This is a laugh out loud funny story! It can also be sexy and sweet Typical for this author, however. There is a reason she is a go-to favorite. Her characters are real people. We can all put ourselves in these circumstances and relate. I found these characters so much fun to read. And… re-visiting with some of the series favorites in here was great also.

***This early copy was given by Edelweiss and its publisher in exchange for an honest review.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s sexy contemporary and award-winning books wherever romances are sold and click on the blog button above for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.    

 

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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!”
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

Book Blitz w/Review – Broken Bastard

Broken Bastard by A.L. Simpson (Blitz Banner)

 

Title: Broken Bastard 
Series: Broken Series, Book 1 
Author: A.L. Simpson 
 
Publisher: A.L. Simpson 
Cover Artist: A.L. Simpson 
Release Date: February 26, 2017 
Romance Genre(s): Contemporary, M/M 
Pages: 176 
 

BrokenBastard

About the Book

Blurb:

Present Day

My name is Tyler Maxwell Alexander. I’m twenty-eight years old. A few months ago, I had it all. An executive job in a prestigious investment firm owned by my father. Ha! Yeah, right – father. I’ll explain about that later. I lived in a waterfront apartment overlooking the harbor and drove a Mercedes convertible.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone. All of it. Everything, except the clothes on my back. I was broken. A bastard. Did I mention, I’m gay? No? Oh well, I have now.

This is the story of how my fairytale life turned to shit in the blink of an eye…..

 

Excerpt:

Joshua Alexander barges into my
office, no polite knock at the door, no excuse me, how’s your day? He
glares at the files strewn on my desk before training his angry gaze
onto me. “Pope file, now.”
I rummage through the pile,
locate the Pope investment file, and thrust it in my father’s
direction. He snatches it from me and turns to leave.
“They won’t stay. We can’t
offer them the return the Phillips can. He said he would leave half
with me but that’s it.”
Dad swings around and pins me
with narrowed eyes. “Thinking like that will get you fucking
nowhere in this business. Half is not good enough. Samuel won’t take
no for an answer, he’ll demand they keep it all with us.” He
storms from my office and I can’t resist giving him the bird behind
his back. Yeah, real mature I know.
Samuel is my brother, three years
younger than my twenty-six years and mom and dad’s golden child.
Literally. While I have hair as black as coal and pale gray eyes, my
brother is surfie blonde with clear ice blue eyes. The image of my
father. I’m tall at six feet seven inches, he is average at five feet
eleven inches. My body is hard with washboard abs I work hard to
keep. Samuels is soft with a little too much fat around the middle.
In looks we are poles apart. In temperament, we are planets apart.
I’m easy going, slow to anger. A
loner and a little on the shy side. Samuel is a mean motherfucker
like our dad and has a deadly short fuse. Fuck, his temper could blow
you into outer space. Brothers we might be, friends, we are not.
Hell, we don’t even like each other, can’t even stand to be in the
same room together most of the time.
We all work downtown at
Alexander’s Investment Corporation. It was my grandfather’s business,
handed down to my father. One day, being the eldest son, it will be
mine.
When I finally take control, if
there is a business left to take control of, changes will be made. We
miss out on, and are losing, accounts because of dad’s and Samuel’s
greed. Our commission is one of the highest in the city. As I said –
greed. The only thing keeping most accounts with us, and the business
afloat, is loyalty to my father. God only knows why! We also have a
high success rate in recommendations. Or should I say, I have a high
success rate. Not to blow my own trumpet but, Dad and Samuel are shit
when it comes to selecting successful investments. They don’t study
the market and make snap decisions which usually backfire. Big time.

 

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My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Tyler starts out about to get everything he always wanted. He is in line to inherit the company, so he can make it better. He has a boyfriend. All seems really good.

Then his father dies, and the truth comes out. So much goes wrong. He loses everything. He meets Bailey as he hits the bottom. Bailey wants to help him learn to live again. Friendship is welcome, but maybe it can be more?

This story has so much going on. Many phases of the main characters life. A true story of support, friendship, and how to persevere when it all goes wrong. I was impressed with how the author handled some very awful subjects. Has a good pace and prepare for mild violence. Great start for the Broken series.
***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

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About A.L. Simpson

Author Bio:

I’m an Australian and live in Queensland. I have always loved to write and have a vivid and overactive imagination. In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I love to walk, read and shop.

I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same. With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.

 

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Blog Tour w/Review – Crave Me

 
It’s time for the sole sister in the family to discover love.
  
 
CRAVE ME
O’Brien Family #3
Cecy Robson
Releasing Feb 28, 2017
 

 

RT Book Reviews proclaims that the O’Brien Family series from award-winning author Cecy Robson “has the hottest brothers ever!” And in Crave Me, it’s time for the sole sister in the family to discover love.
 
Wren O’Brien isn’t your typical female. As the only girl from a loud Irish family with seven siblings, she prefers fast cars to lip gloss and bad boys to good men. It’s the reason she’s nursing a wounded soul and keeping her distance from a dangerous ex.
 
Evan Jonah is running an empire and just moved from the lavish thoroughfares of London to the gritty streets of Philadelphia. When he walks into the nearest dealership, he’s expecting to find a reliable vehicle to handle the brutal winters, not a sexy female car rep with killer legs.
 
Wren doesn’t know why “Hotness in a Suit” asked her out. She doesn’t expect a great time or a night of passion that knocks her on her ass. But that’s exactly what Evan shows her.
 
She also never counted on how hard and fast she’d fall. But men like Evan—good men with even better hearts—don’t desire tough-talking Philly girls for long.

Evan has never met a woman like Wren. But he’s up for the challenge and ready to prove her wrong.

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

Get the hell out of here.”

 

Evan lowers his plastic menu, laughing softly at my remark. When he first walked into the dealership, I couldn’t quite figure him out. The sides of his cashmere coat parted when he moved, exposing what has to be a very pricey suit. But while he’s clean shaven, he’s not exactly clean-cut.

 

His dark wavy hair curls around his ears, long enough that I can tell he’s overdue for a trip to the barber, but not so long he appears unkempt. I take another long look at his straight nose, broad shoulders, and perfect posture. No, he’s not unkempt. He’s cute. Damn cute if you like pretty boys with deep green eyes with specks of gold and a jawline angels must have chiseled from granite.

 

I’m serious,” he tells me, the way he looks at me taking him from damn cute to sexy. “I’ve never eaten a cheesesteak.”

 

I reach for the iPad tucked in the bag at my feet to give me an excuse to break away from those pretty eyes and thick lashes that curl at the tips. “So when I asked you if you wanted to go out for steaks, you weren’t picturing enough flat screens to fill a cruise ship and Yeung-Ling on tap?”

 

Is Yeung-Ling a beer?” he asks.

 

I cringe, setting my iPad in front of me. “Oh, Evan, you have a lot to learn if you plan on staying in Philly for the long haul.”

 

 
 

Crave Me (O'Brien Family #3)Crave Me by Cecy Robson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the 3rd book in the O’Brien Family series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, and to avoid spoilers, I recommend reading this series in order.

Erin AKA Wren meets Evan when he comes in to buy a car from the dealership she works at. The heat between them sizzles and sparks right from the start! Evan knows what he wants, but Wren is not planning to mix business with pleasure.

Evan has never had his skin set on fire by a woman like this before. He will have to plan carefully to make his move. They both have some secrets in the past that may derail the future.

This series just keeps getting better. I loved the heat between the two main characters. Familiar favorites are here too. I loved the suspense, the pace, and the humor.

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

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Cecy Robson is an award-winning author of magical realms and to-die-for Alpha heroes. A double RITA® 2016 finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, and published author of more than sixteen titles, you can typically find her on her laptop or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine.
 

 

 
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Blog Tour w/Review – Going Down Hard

Going Down Hard (Billionaire Bad Boys Book 3)

by Carly Phillips

 

 

Date of Publication: February 21, 2017

 

Blurb:

 

A stand-alone Billionaire Bad Boys novel.

Billionaire Bad Boys: Rich, Powerful and sexy as hell.

Derek West rose from poverty to take the tech world by storm. He’s sexy, confident and gets any woman he wants. And who he wants is Cassie Storm, the rich girl he’s never been good enough for.

She’s desperate to save her family company and there’s only one man who can help. But Derek isn’t interested in helping. He wants to possess both the company and the woman he’s never been able to forget.

His plan? To screw her out of his head. Except once he’s had a taste of Cassie, he doesn’t want to let her go. Her family remembers where he came from, and they won’t allow it. When the truth about their pasts comes to light, though, it may be Cassie who’s going down hard.

 

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Going Down Hard (Billionaire Bad Boys, #3)Going Down Hard by Carly Phillips
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

This is book #3, in the Billionaire Bad Boys series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading this series in order.

Derek and Cassie have a kind of awkward history. While their families can be a touchy subject, they are getting to know one another again. Derek is ll grown up and hot enough to set Cassie aflame.

Cassie has enough problems on her plate by her own family right now. Derek is just an added element that may or may not ruin her plans. Now if they can compromise, there just might be a future ahead.

I know I always love books by this author, she is on my go to purchase list. This story however, I was just not feeling it. The banter almost felt forced. The chemistry is obvious but there was so much that distracted…. I don’t know. This is just my humble opinion.

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

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About Carly Phillips:

 

After a successful fifteen-year career with various New York publishing houses, and over 40 sexy contemporary romance novels published, N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carly Phillips is now an Indie author who writes to her own expectations and that of her readers. She continues the tradition of hot men and strong women and plans to publish many more sizzling stories. Carly lives in Purchase, NY with her family, two nearly adult daughters and two crazy dogs who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. She’s a writer, a knitter of sorts, a wife, and a mom. In addition, she’s a Twitter and Internet junkie and is always around to interact with her readers. You can find out more about Carly at www.carlyphillips.com.
 

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Blog Tour w/Review – The List

The List BT Ban

 

Today is our stop on the blog tour for The List by Tawna Fenske! Check it out and grab your copy today! And be sure to enter Tawna’s giveaway today!

 

 

 the list

 

The List Synopsis:

 

As the millionaire owner of a chain of computer shops, Simon Traxel isn’t normally hands-on with mundane repairs. But when a fretful brunette shows up with her fried laptop and killer green eyes, he makes an exception. And as it turns out, she needs more hands-on help than Simon imagined.  

 

Brainy soil scientist Cassie Michaels has spent her whole life feeling like a grungy tree trunk beside her delicate flower sisters. To make herself more interesting, Cassie invented stories about her wild sex life—stories she’s expected to retell in vivid detail at a bachelorette party. Cassie’s attempt to catalog her biggest whoppers goes awry when she spills wine on her laptop and lands in Simon’s shop with her sexy list frozen on the screen.  

 

But Simon’s interest is piqued, and the two strike a deal to make Cassie’s make-believe sexploits a reality. From steamy public romps gone hilariously awry, to sexy antics with kitchen utensils, their quest to conquer The List is equal parts scorching hot and adorably awkward.  

 

As they near the end of The List though, Cassie and Simon second guess their pledge to shake hands and say goodbye when they cross off the last item. But will Simon’s big secret make that the one fantasy that can never come true?

 

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The ListThe List by Tawna Fenske
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This book was actually very fun to read. Cassie walks into Simon’s shop for help with a laptop issue. They are seriously attracted to one another from the moment he returns said laptop.

This author never fails to give me the feels. Whether it be to cry, laugh, or just generally want to maul someone (in both good and bad ways.) Just such a fun book as I really hope to see more of these characters in upcoming stories. Makes me want to make my own list, if you want the truth.

These two were very obviously meant to be together. Despite choosing to hide certain things from their pasts, they keep it on a shallow basis for now. Love does not usually want to be a side dish. Seriously good story with an excellent pace.

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

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About Tawna Fenske:

 

Tawna Fenske is a USA Today bestselling author who writes humorous fiction, risqué romance, and heartwarming love stories with a quirky twist. Her offbeat brand of romance has received multiple starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, one of which noted, “There’s something wonderfully relaxing about being immersed in a story filled with over-the-top characters in undeniably relatable situations. Heartache and humor go hand in hand.”

 

Tawna lives in Bend, Oregon with her husband, step-kids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets. She loves hiking, snowshoeing, standup paddleboarding, and inventing excuses to sip wine on her back porch. She can peel a banana with her toes and loses an average of twenty pairs of eyeglasses per year.

 

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Blog Tour w/Review – Painted On My Heart

 
Title: Painted On My Heart
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: January 2, 2017
 
 
 
Artist Kellus Hardin let love and loyalty cloud his past decisions, a mistake he definitely won’t make again. Now, lost and alone, he’s left to pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart while facing the truth of his reality. 
 
Arik Layne exudes power, confidence, and determination. But when an encounter with the guarded artist shakes him to the core and alters all his future goals, he finds more than just his heart on the line. 
 
For Kellus, opening himself to love isn’t an option. 
All Arik wants is to make the artist his. 
Can love create a masterpiece when it’s painted on your heart?
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Painted On My HeartPainted On My Heart by Kindle Alexander
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Kellus & Arik meet through mutual friends and have a project in common. Arik loves his art and wants to have more pieces. Kellus has been hurt in the past and is shy about trying again.

Arik is determined to get through to the elusive Kellus. When the chance comes across his path, he is sure he can talk Kellus into the plan as well. Only time will tell.

Both have pasts full of pain and loss. These characters reaching out to one another kind of felt like the blind leading the blind. Like real life. Then the story picks up… and let’s just say I was pleasantly surprised. Very nice read.

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“Arik and Kellus captivated me and kept me glued to my kindle.” – 5 Star Shh Mom’s Reading

“Another fabulous book that will steal a piece of your heart. Loved Arik and Kellus.” – 5 Star Becca the Bibliophile

 

Chapter 1

 
The shrill ring of his phone should have startled him awake, but Kellus Hardin was just too damn tired to do much more than roll in the direction of the irritating sound and throw a hand out to half-ass search around his mattress for the device. When he came up empty handed, he managed to turn the other way and do the same. By the time his exhausted sleep-hazed brain identified the phone wasn’t anywhere around him, he heard the chirp indicating a voice mail. He cracked an eyelid and lifted his head enough to look over at the alarm clock. Four thirty in the morning. Seriously? Nothing good could come from a call that time of night. He collapsed back to the bed with an annoyed groan. He’d been asleep less than an hour after working the fifteen before on the pieces he had due for the art gallery opening.
“Fuck,” he growled out, turning over again. He tucked a soft pillow into his side and decided he’d deal with that call in the morning. His exhausted state gave a solid thumbs-up on the plan, and he easily drifted back to sleep. What had to be a mere second later, the ringing started again. Stupid cell phone.
Kellus threw the covers away from his body and darted off the bed, angrier than he’d been in a very long time. He was fucking tired—tired of his fucked-up life and tired of this motherfucker who wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone.
Fuck!
With a vengeance, he zeroed in on the location of the noise. He marched to his laundry basket by the bedroom door and began tearing through the clothes to find the stupid phone, no doubt still inside his paint-spattered coveralls where he’d dropped it not fifty-three minutes ago before he’d finally managed to crawl into bed.
Palming the device, he glared at the caller ID. John. Of course. Who else would call in the middle of the fucking night?
“What?” he shouted as he connected the call.
“Come get him.” A deep masculine voice with a Spanish accent had him pulling the phone from his ear to look down at the screen in confusion.
Wait. Great. Even fucking better—John’s dealer.
“No,” he said firmly as he stood tall and fisted his free hand at his side. His chest bowed in defiance as if the guy on the other end of the phone were right there in his darkened bedroom. “You give him that shit, you deal with him.”
The harsh laugh on the other end of the line held what might have been genuine amusement. “I deal with him and it won’t end well.” The line went dead. Kellus shoved his fingers through his hair to help push the long strands out of his eyes.
“Fuck!” he bellowed to the empty room, spinning in a complete circle, gripping his phone in his hand and punching his fist through the air. Thank God he was alone, because if anybody had witnessed that little outburst he’d have been carted off to the nearest mental facility. He was just so fucking sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Breath heaving as anger and dread coursed through his veins, Kellus stood there, staring absently at his bed. The fatigue of the day settled heavy on his shoulders. He had responsibilities. He couldn’t take on more of John’s bullshit. He jammed the heels of his palms against his tired eyes and released an exhausted sigh. After so many hours holding a brush for the fine details of his painting, his hands cramped with the movement, and the muscles in his neck and back protested the long hours he’d put in today. He needed sleep. More than the fifty-three minutes he’d gotten.
“I’m not fucking doing this again. I warned him the last time. I made it clear. No more!” Kellus sliced the hand still holding his cell through the air with finality. With that decision made, he stalked across the room and tossed his phone on the nightstand. He climbed back in his bed, whipping the covers over his exhausted body.
He hadn’t heard from John in six days.
Six glorious, productive, happy days.
Staring up at the ceiling, unable to get his mind to shut off, he told himself he’d made the right decision. John needed to stay away. Kellus forced his eyelids closed. At this point, he’d still get a few good hours sleep before he had to start his day. The longer he lay there, the more guilt crept in.
It always did.
Images of his best friend came to mind. Happier times. Memories of his and John’s younger days and all the trouble they’d managed to get into. Those thoughts actually calmed his breathing. His mind drifted to the summer of their senior year. He hadn’t thought about that time in so long. He and John had gone to the lake with some friends. A healthy, glowing, handsome John had teased him unmercifully until he had finally agreed to skinny dip…
“Fuck!” Kellus whipped off the covers and rose, angry and worried.
He couldn’t leave John in that place.
Kellus stopped dead center in his bedroom, fuming; he was so pissed at himself, at his own indecision, at John. What the fuck was wrong with him? John had destroyed both their lives, shit on him over and over with absolutely no regard for his feelings whatsoever. He’d lost everything because of John. He swore he’d never do this again.
But he couldn’t leave John there.
Not there.
Dejected, Kellus ran a frustrated hand over his face, sighed, then went for his closet to dress.
 
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Topping out at max speed, Arik Layne flew down the Dallas North Tollway. Being the only one on the highway might have been the only benefit of flying home in the middle of the night from his Escape Del Mar property.
God, he was past exhausted.
Less than five minutes later, Arik parked and wearily made his way through the private entrance of his downtown Dallas high-rise, shrugging out of his hand-tailored suit jacket before he reached the elevator. At the elevator, he tossed the garment over his arm and entered his exclusive security code into the wall-mounted keypad, effectively locking the car for his personal use. The doors opened immediately. The technology didn’t require him to do anything more than step inside before the doors closed and the overhead floor-indicator light displayed each passing floor, a soft ding sounding repeatedly as he traveled non-stop up the forty or so floors to his penthouse. Arik rested against the back wall, forcing a finger into the knot of his necktie to loosen its tight hold. He then removed each cuff link at his wrist and absently dropped them into his slacks pockets. The more he removed now, the faster he could hit his perfect Vera Wang mattress and shut his tired eyes.
The entire building was quiet. Another benefit to relocating to this area. Well, sort of. Dallas as a whole was quieter than any place he’d ever lived. He walked the few steps to his front door, pulling out his wallet to wave in front of the security pad when the doors didn’t unlock at his arrival. Strangely, the key card inside his wallet didn’t trigger the lock to release. Arik let out a yawn as he entered his code into the attached keypad. He’d have to remember to check his card in the morning.
The overhead lights automatically lit as he entered his front door, and the motion sensors continued lighting his way the deeper he ventured inside his home. Arik absently tossed his suit jacket on a chair in the living room, never straying from the direct path to his bedroom. He pulled his shirttails from his slacks, his level of sheer exhaustion rising with each step he took. Honestly, that had to be the only reason he didn’t register the glow of lights coming from underneath the closed door until he’d already turned the handle.    
“What the fuck?” His heart almost leaped out of his chest when he stepped inside his bedroom to find someone sprawled across his bed in what probably qualified as a seductive pose. Recognition took another second to seep in.
“Surprise!” A small pop sounded and confetti flew into the air, scattering across his bed.
Arik’s brows snapped together. Oh hell no. He loved that bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Arik asked as he moved farther inside the room. He registered the slight look of indignation and the flip of that long, black, silky hair before Boy Toy’s face morphed again into a pleasant smile.
“I came to surprise you.” BT wiggled his sexy ass and gave a cheeky little smile.
Even as tired and annoyed as he was, Arik experienced a stir below his belt. He was human after all, and this particular BT was especially skilled. He stopped at his dresser, reached inside his front slacks pockets and casually tossed the contents on the small tray. He didn’t like surprises of any kind, and BT, short for boy toy number one hundred and—hell, he’d lost count of the willing men he’d bedded—had just shocked the hell out of him.
This one was way too pretty and so deliciously tempting that for a split second he almost gave in…almost.
No, he had to stay firm. This was utter bullshit. He couldn’t have random BTs breaking into his home, surprising him at every turn, desecrating his perfect bed with confetti.
“How did you get in here?” he asked, leaning against the dresser, casually crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’ve been planning this since you left me last week. I swiped your card from your wallet when you were in the shower.” Boy Toy lost the erotic pose, probably too much strain for his delicate body.
“I guess I need to keep a closer eye on my wallet in the future.” Arik shoved away from the dresser and headed toward his closet.
“I’m beginning to think you’re not happy that I’m here. You know I’d look good on your arm for the opening of Escape Dallas.” BT hopped up from the bed and trailed after him, following him into the closet.
“Are these your things?” he asked, nodding toward the garment bag hanging in his closet with luggage settled beneath. Arik’s things had been pushed aside and replaced with BT’s, as if the guy planned to stay awhile. First the bed, now the closet. He didn’t allow anyone to breach his private space. That crossed every line he had.
Fuck, he’d known when he first saw this guy he’d be trouble. The gorgeous ones always were. Arik shook his head.
“Yes, I put them next to yours. I arrived late and didn’t have time to unpack.”
Arik abandoned his silk tie on the built-in dresser and began to grab BT’s things. The level of pissed off coursing through him now superseded any desire he might have mustered.
“You can’t ever do this again. I told you from the beginning,” Arik said, shoving the garment bag toward BT as he went for the two suitcases, then he tossed the strap of one over his shoulder and grabbed the other by the handgrip. How long had he even planned to stay that he needed all this?
“Be careful with that. It’s got my mink inside!” BT carefully draped the bag over his arm, allowing Arik to take him by his other arm and forcefully guide him from the closet.
“Why in the hell would you bring a fur coat to Texas?” Arik kept his grip tight, even when BT tried to worm his way out.
“Why would I leave home without… What are you doing?” BT actually held on to the doorframe to keep Arik from removing him from the bedroom.
“You’re going to the guest room, BT. We’ll talk—”
A solid outraged screech cut him off.
“Stop calling me that! I hate that. I have a name.” The guy went into full-on diva mode right there in the middle of his hall.
“You’ve known the deal from the beginning. I don’t like these kinds of surprises. I was very clear,” Arik said. When he realized it might take two hands to deposit BT into the guest bedroom, he went for that door, pushed it open wide, and tossed the suitcase in his hand across the room. For a second there, he’d thought the guy planned to go back to Arik’s bedroom which would have turned things pretty shitty real quick. Luckily, BT came toward him with a very calm, patient look on his face.
“If you would just go with it, we could have a very special relationship,” BT said, placing a delicate hand on Arik’s dress shirt, letting his fingers trail down Arik’s chest as he took a step closer. “I’m good at attending events with you. I look good on your arm. Besides, I’m tired of modeling. It takes up so much of my time. And if we came to some sort of arrangement, with all my extra free time, I could take care of you any way you saw fit.”
“Not gonna happen.”
BT’s words couldn’t have been better deterrent for giving in and indulging in a quick hook-up. Arik preferred his fun with no strings attached. Not that he had anything against the whole finding Mr. Right concept. But the boy toy currently groping his ass was not anywhere close to his idea of relationship material. Arik stopped the hand at his waistband and shrugged the case off his shoulder, dumping it right inside the guest bedroom door. He left the gorgeous but clearly crazy man standing there as he headed back toward his bedroom.
“I need to leave here by eight in the morning. Be ready.’’
“Seriously? You’re just leaving? I stretched myself to be ready for you.”
Arik looked back to see BT stomp his foot for good measure, his now flaccid dick swinging in the process. BT was certainly beautifully put together, tall, lean, chiseled abs, a perfect body that Arik knew from past experience could bring a lot of pleasure.
No, Arik. That was how he’d gotten in this situation in the first place. Stop. No. Walk away.
“Goodnight, BT. Don’t come back to my room,” he said at the door.
“Stop calling me BT! I’m not just your boy toy! My name is Steffan.”
Steffan—yeah, he remembered that now. Steffan twirled around and stalked into the guest bedroom, that long hair floating out around him. The door slammed shut in his wake.
Arik closed his door and reached down to twist the lock when he heard something crashing against the guest room door. Arik chuckled at that one and quickly opened his door again.
“Be ready by eight in the morning. I won’t be happy if you make me late,” he yelled before closing and relocking the door.

He staggered to the bed. His bed. Even with taking the time to rid the bedspread of the confetti and change the pillowcases where that overly strong cologne lingered, he’d still, hopefully, get at least a couple hours’ sleep.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!
 
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.
 
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.
 
That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
 
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
 
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.
 
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Dirty Hacker: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

Roxy Sinclaire & Tia Lewis

Publication date: December 7th 2016

Genres: Adult, Romance

I dug too deep. Now, I’m buried in the truth.

 

Recent high school graduate and computer genius, Sophie Hanson wants nothing more than to be part of an online hacker group. Spending her life behind a computer screen or with her nose in a book hasn’t been all that thrilling. Sophie’s ready for some excitement.

But how far will she go to get what she wants?

When the irresistible and mysterious billionaire, Preston Phillips finally relents and welcomes the young virgin into his prestigious hacker group, things take a dangerous turn. Selling her soul—and giving her body—to the devil wasn’t in her plans. Suddenly, Sophie is a pawn in Preston’s perilous and erotic games—with no escape in sight.

 


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Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires, and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.

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Roxy Sinclaire writes steamy, suspenseful, romantic stories as the main genre, and this includes a variety of different topics. Some of these include dark romances, action packed romances, mafia romances, and many more. She currently works in customer relations in New York City, but is trying to fulfill her passion in writing and eventually have her dream job become a reality.

 

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ABOUT THE BOOK:

 

Title: THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR

Author: Jessica Lemmon

Series: Billionaire Bad Boys, #2

On Sale: October 25, 2016

Publisher: Forever

Mass Market: $5.99 USD

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It’s Tag Crane’s job to be the life of the party. Traveling from one exotic locale to another is just part of running the luxurious Crane Hotel empire. But even paradise isn’t perfect. Devising a new business strategy is keeping Tag up at night-and so is the Great Dane barking at all hours in the apartment below his. To muzzle the problem, Tag charges downstairs . . . right into the most beautiful, blond distraction he’s ever seen.

 

Dog-sitting by day, bartending by night. It’s not exactly the life Rachel Foster dreamed of. But when Tag Crane rushes in, all mountain-man shoulders and obscenely sexy smile, needing her help for the Crane Hotels, it’s a fantasy come true. What’s the harm in a fun no-strings fling? Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like Tag-until suddenly the one man who can’t be caught is the one flirting with forever . . .

 

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Why is it you look like you’re thinking something sinister?” he asked, that eyebrow arcing higher. “And don’t lie to me, Dimples. I have a sixth sense.” She watched his slow smile, white teeth appearing as his trimmed beard parted. Her nether regions buzzed like she’d sat on a vibrating phone.

 

I’m surprised . . .” she started, feeling daring. Must be the Kona coffee.

 

Because?”

 

Because I expected you to induct me into the Mile High Club by now. This is my first private flight.” She looked at him through her lashes, her coy smile in place.

 

Tag wore an all-out grin, which made her inordinately pleased. Where she was concerned, he wasn’t immune. And she liked that. A lot.

 

Excuse me.” Smoothly, he shut his laptop, stood, and walked from cabin to cockpit.

 

Okay. That was interesting. She hadn’t expected him to leave. Maybe she didn’t have the same power over him as he had over her.

 

She turned to look out the window, but the nighttime landscape was nothing but blackness. She imagined a sea of clouds and blue skies once the sun rose, anticipating being someplace where the high was above freezing. She wondered what the temperature was on—

 

Let’s go.” Her hand was snatched a moment later as Tag pulled her out of her seat and led her to the bedroom.

 

Wait,” she said through her laughter as she hustled after him. “What are you doing?”

 

In the bedroom, he released her, closed the door, and whipped off his shirt. She gasped, her eyes eating up his tanned muscles and bulky arms.

 

Making you a member.” He caught the back of her head in his hand and kissed her. She melted beneath his touch. She was hopelessly attracted to him. Just an absolute goner.

 

When she caught a breath of air, she said, “Where did you go?”

 

Told the pilot to take the long way.”

 

There’s a longer way to Hawaii?”

 

There is now.”

 

 

 

The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)The Billionaire Next Door by Jessica Lemmon
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the 2nd book in the Billionaire Bad Boys series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. It may contain spoilers for those who have not read this series in order.

Rachel has been hurt by an ex who didn’t care enough about her. Tag has no plans to care about anyone. Together, they are so hot they are nearly combustible.

Tag wants someone to care for. Rachel does not want to get involved with an obvious player. She is not ready for the feelings she and Tag are starting to feel.

This series is just amazing. Really… and this book was a perfect addition. The heat nearly seared the pages off – so you have been warned – this book is HOT! I loved the character development we see. I loved the sparks that were flying. This story is a just a great read.

***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley and its publishers in exchange for an honest review.

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THE SERIES:

 

The Billionaire Bachelor, #1

The Billionaire Next Door, #2

The Bastard Billionaire, #3

 

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  1. Can you give us a little insight into Rachel and Tag and what you think are their best qualities?

Oh, I love this question!

 

Rachel is careful. She’s untrusting thanks to a lying, conniving ex-boyfriend, and, thanks to an outburst at work to confront him, finds herself out of her marketing job and working as a fulltime bartender/part-time pet sitter. Her best quality has to be her friendship. Rachel is a friend you’d want to have—she’s there for you, and she’s incredibly loyal which is why her ex’s manipulation hurt her so deeply.

 

Tag’s best quality is his laid-back, supportive persona. He comes off as this playful, fun-loving type, which he is, but he’s also a hard worker and knows better than to take himself too seriously. When Rachel and Tag get together, her loyalty and his ability to let her shine combine for some hot fireworks.

 

  1. What was the most challenging part of writing THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR?

Letting Rachel say NO to Tag! I mean the guy is a drop-dead gorgeous billionaire who wants to provide anything and everything for Rachel. Who wouldn’t want to be pampered?! Rachel is working hard not to rely on a man, so she continues turning down his money and his offers. He does get her to comply, (finally!). Rachel deserves to be treated well, so it was fun to write the scenes where she lets go—both in the bedroom and out. *saucy wink*

 

  1. Where can readers find out more about your books and news on what’s coming soon?

The best place to learn about my books is my website (www.jessicalemmon.com). I keep it updated with fun banners, behind the scenes posts and photos, and occasionally do a blog giveaway. My monthly newsletter is also lots of fun. You can see a sample newsletter here [http://www.jessicalemmon.com/the-lemmon-15-september-2016/] and you can sign up for the monthly inbox treat here [http://eepurl.com/8t_UP].

 

  1. What was your favorite part of the book?

When Tag points out that he knows Rachel is staring at him. He interrupts their discussion with a “Like what you see?” then says my favorite line EVER. “Touch me.” (Le swoon!)

 

  1. Who was your favorite character to write?

Tag Crane! He was constantly blurting out things I had no idea he’d say, and he was this interesting mix of brash and cocky, playful and fun. He was also adorably clueless at times—ladies, you know what I’m talking about here. You can’t help but like him, and fall for him. Rachel never stood a chance.

 

  1. Who inspired the characters in this book?

Tag: Brock O’Hurn – if you don’t know him, get to know him. YUM.

Rachel: A mix of a few photos. She was more in my head.

You can check out the pinterest board that inspired my book by clicking here [https://www.pinterest.com/lemmony/the-billionaire-next-door/].

 

  1. What do you hope readers will take away from reading THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR?

Laughs and Luxury. Readers can indulge in a much-needed break since this book is the ultimate fantasy: a billionaire bad boy for a date to Hawaii! Early reviewers rave that THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR is “hilarious” and “laugh out loud funny” which is so awesome to hear. I laughed a lot while I wrote the dialog.

 

  1. Describe THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR In 5 words?

  • Fun

  • Sexy

  • Heartwarming

  • Hilarious

  • Indulgent

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

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

 

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