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Title: TACKLE

Series: Boston Terriers #4

Author: Jacob Chance

Genre: Sports Romance

Release Date: October 12, 2018


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Trevor Lincoln is the legendary tight end for Boston University’s football
team. As the youngest son of a former NFL player, he lives a life of
privilege with an endless stream of girls vying for his attention. He
always gets his way.

Until I come along.

Everything about him irks me. From his crooked smile and sexy, dark hair,
to his obscenely large trust fund. But when we’re forced to spend time
together, the undeniable spark between us blazes and resisting him becomes
one of my greatest challenges.

Can I shut down his game, or will he tackle my heart?

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COVER REVEAL ~ TINSEL by Devney Perry

Today we’re thrilled to share Devney Perry’s stunning cover for her all-new contemporary romance in the Lark Cove stand-alone series, TINSEL

 

TINSEL by Devney Perry is coming 19th February, 2018

Sofia Kendrick has always cherished her tiara. As the youngest daughter of a wealthy New York family, she’s lived the life of an American princess. But after two scandalous divorces and a breakup smear her name across the society rags, the shine from her crown has dulled. People call her superficial, even gaudy.

She’s nothing more than tinsel.

Desperate for escape and starving for peace, Sofia heads to Montana for a holiday weekend with her brother. But she doesn’t get the relaxing vacation she planned. Instead, she’s put to work in a bar alongside Dakota Magee—a man who does not want her help. A man who is set on teaching her a few lessons about real life and hard work. But Sofia has a couple of life lessons of her own to teach. Like how to fall in love.

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Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.

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BLOG TOUR ~ ALL MY LIFE by Prescott Lane

 

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The beginning of any love story starts with the meet.

I’ve known Garrett Hollis since before I can remember, and I’ve loved him just as long. I loved him while he loved someone else. I loved him when he had a baby with her. I loved him when she left him.

The greatestof love stories is that between a dad and his daughter. I should know. I’ve had a front row seat. First steps, first words, all the big moments.

Garrett was just a teenager when Mia was born. I’ve watched him braid his daughter’s hair, hold her hand crossing the street, seen her asleep on his chest. I’m the best friend, the one they can count on for everything from dance lessons to motherly advice, anything they need. I’m their go-to girl.

The bestpart of any love story is the happily ever after.

But what if the happily ever after doesn’t include you?

All my life, that’s how long I’ve loved him.

Of course, he’s clueless.

A stand-alone, contemporary romance.

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4.5 STARS ~ REVIEWED BY SHARON THÉRÈSE AT KFF

For one reason or another, we can’t always get around to reading all the books we’d like to. Yep, that damn TBR list never seems to shorten, does it? So when I was given the opportunity to read and review All My Life, not only did I drop everything, but an added plus for me was discovering a new author. I can’t tell you how much Lane’s writing impressed me. I was instantly sucked into her love story; in fact, so much that after reading a couple of chapters I knew I wouldn’t be able to put it down. Starting a book in the evening is at the best of times perilous and once again I fell into that trap, ending up doing an all-nighter. And there’s nothing easier than judging how a good read is by the book hangover’s intensity. Mine lingered much longer than I’d expected it to. The lovely cover has to be mentioned. It certainly encouraged me to find out who that guy with a child on his shoulders was; the title…a tad misleading because these few words weren’t from whom I thought they would be.

“Guess you missed me,”
“I’ve been missing you all my life.”
 

Lane’s plot and character development left me wide-eyed and open-mouthed. It’s true that the single dad trope has been done before, but I can’t honestly remember relishing a book on these lines so much. Garrett is totally devoted to the wellbeing of his daughter, puts her life before his and without any qualms or regrets, goes out of his way to give her everything she needs. Swoon ladies ‘cause here is one drop-dead gorgeous guy that can’t cook for the life of him but braids hair like an expert! When someone steps in, the small town folk of Eden Valley who revel in the tiniest bit of gossip realize what a loving father he is and back him up one hundred percent. Mia Hollis becomes theirs. I have to say that on occasion, she puts her father in a tight spot with not such an outrageous wish, his happiness being her main concern. Now then, how she goes about it is laugh-out-loud and totally unexpected. She’s nifty at bartering, gets her own way and he goes along with it up to a certain point.

“Garrett, I know you. You love hard. There was only room for one woman in your life. Mia.”
“My life, Mia, we wouldn’t be where we are without you. My life doesn’t happen without you. I know that,”
 

It has been said that love is a trick of the heart, a fool to the mind. There’s no rules or regulations to guide us so when it’s unrequited, being stuck in a love-limbo becomes a toil like no other. We as women can see the difference between a close friendship and an intimate one, we know how the opposite sex’s mind works. But how much patience does one need for that person to see you? Months…years? I understood Devlyn’s stance. With no desire to rock the boat or lose the little bit she had of Garrett, she keeps her feelings close in the hope that one day he’d open his eyes. She became my sorrow, my joy, and I fell hard. Despite the story revolving around him and Mia, in more ways than one, it’s hers. Through her narration, I learnt how this sassy woman with a weird sense of humor and even weirder dress sense suffered in silence, but she never ever felt sorry for herself. Reading her innermost thoughts literally did me in, and her boundless generosity towards Mia and her father is such an emotional wringer that I wept into my pillow.

‘As much as we try not to hurt the ones we love, they always end up being the ones we hurt the most. Loving hard means hurting harder.’ 

Mia’s a real sweety, worships the ground her father walks on and doesn’t have a bad bone in her body. However, like a lot of young people, she says things without having all the facts, or perhaps it would be better to describe her as spontaneous. This spontaneity would unknowingly cause problems, making me think that decisions made by others because of it, would be the end of a beginning.

“My heart broke so many times for you,” she says. “It’s what my heart expects to happen. Garrett Hollis equals a broken heart.” 

Garrett. Crikey…I could have jumped into my Kindle, whipped his blinkers off and given him a good talking to! But when he does put two and two together, it wasn’t just his fatherly skills which aroused my hmm…interest. Get ready for the high-speed-hot-as-hell bedroom scenes ‘cause this guy’s more than just a dirty talker! That being said, the handling of a certain situation annoyed me to the point where I wanted to knock both his and Devlyn’s heads together. I thought Garrett’s fears for them not coming out in the open sooner a tad unwarranted and Devlyn didn’t help matters by being so unselfish. When the story took a surprising turn, I can’t tell you how pleased I was. The narrative pace is steady-to-fastish, the romance slow-burn. How the past was presented I found original regardless of my dislike for one of the characters who had her say, and the dual point of view angle in present is one of my faves. All in all, I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend this friends-to-lovers stand-alone novel. Bravo Lane!

 

EXCERPT

As far as dates go, this one has been good.  I like her. She’s attractive, funny, smart, seems to have her head on straight.  All the boxes are checked. This should be the point where I kiss her, ask her out again.  I should be devising ways to get in this woman’s panties, but instead I’m thinking more about yanking down the tutu of one very sexy Biscuit Girl.  I should be thinking about how to get this woman to fall for me, but it’s me that’s fallen. I should have one thing on my mind, and I do — Devlyn.

There’s just one big ass problem.  She’s my friend. I can’t go there.  There are so many reasons why I can’t go there.  The town would have a field day. We’d have no privacy.  Everyone would have an opinion. If we broke up, where would I get a decent cup of coffee?  How would Mia react to this? Then there’s Scott, who’s actually the least of my concerns. Devlyn seemed pretty sure it was over, and if it’s not, I plan on convincing her.

I don’t want to lose Devlyn.

Staying friends guarantees her in my life.  Dating her doesn’t.

Love doesn’t come with a guarantee.

Love is a risk.  I used to be a risk taker, but teenage fatherhood buried that part of me.  Stability became the name of the game. It had to. I look towards her diner, wondering if she’s back.

 

MEET PRESCOTT

Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She’s got seven other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, The Reason for Me, and The Sex Bucket List. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.

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COVER REVEAL ~ SLOW SHIFT by Nazarea Andrews

Today we are celebrating the cover reveal for SLOW SHIFT by Nazarea Andrews. Slow Shift is an adult, paranormal m/m romantic standalone novel. Pre-order your copy now while it’s only $1.99. Read an excerpt from the book below.

The book releases December 6th!

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A Standalone Paranormal M/M Romance – Coming December 6!

Blurb:

One angry, grieving boy.
Chase DeWitt is fourteen when his mother dies and he stumbles into the woods beyond his home, angry and heartbroken. He didn’t know that it would change the course of his life.

Two broken, lonely men.
Tyler Reid is twenty three, grumpy and angry, trying to take care of a injured brother, and rebuilding a life blind hatred destroyed in one night.
But he understands the boy who stumbles out of the woods and into his life, understands the grief in his eyes and the rage that makes him shake. And there is something in that familiar grief that makes Tyler trust Chase, when trusting humans has only ever lead to disaster.

And a falling down house they make a home.
As the summer passes and the years turn, Chase cares for Tyler’s brother, helps him rebuilding the house in the woods, as they help each other rebuild a life beyond the little house, Chase realizes two important things: these men matter to him, could be family.
And they are not nearly as human as they seem.

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He hears the sound of hammering before he reaches the house, and if it had been a slightly better day, he might have turned around at the sound of them, might have said nevermind, but his stomach aches and his face is throbbing from where a kid at school hit him, and he’s so angry he almost wants to fight with the dark haired scowly man.

He trudges forward with dogged determination.

The guy in the wheelchair is parked in the shade near a radio and a folding chair, a blanket tossed over his legs to keep him warm in the cool October air. The younger man—and Chase has decided Scowly Grump is younger—is on the roof ripping shingles off, banging around with dogged determination. Chase doesn’t think he’s actually getting much done, but keeps his mouth shut.

Chase watches for a second, and then Scowly Grump flicks a glance at him. “You,” he says, not surprised.

“Me,” Chase agrees sourly.

“This gonna be a regular thing?”

“Maybe,” Chase snaps.

The guy nods, his scowl deepening. “You got a name?”

He hesitates and then answers, “Chase.”

That earns him a hum of acknowledgement. “I’m Tyler. That’s my brother, Lucas.”

And then he goes back to work, seemingly uninterested in Chase at all, certainly not in the bruise blooming on his cheek. After he watches Tyler for a few minutes, Chase drags his bookbag around and starts his homework. He hears Tyler make another hum of approval from the roof.

When he’s finished his homework, he twitches, anxious and restless. He gets up and hesitates for a moment, expecting some dismissal from the roof, but when nothing comes, he grins to himself and sets about gathering the discarded shingles with real intent.

“You don’t have to do that,” Tyler calls from above him, sounding almost angry.

Chase shrugs and gathers up a few more shingles, tossing them into the back of the pickup with a grunt. “Might as well.”

Tyler falls quiet and then goes back to work, careful to avoid where Chase is picking up shingles when he tosses them down.

Later, when he climbs down from the roof, Chase collapses near Lucas, panting, and he grins a thank you when Tyler hands him an orange and a bottle of water.

“Gonna be dark soon,” Tyler says eventually.

Chase gives him sidelong look. “That you’re way of telling me to go home?”

Tyler nods and Chase blinks hard. He dusts his hands off and stands up.

“Are you coming back tomorrow?” Tyler asks. “I’m gonna keep working on the roof, then.”

Chase blinks at him again, then nods, a tiny pleased smile on his lips.

 

 

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ALL MY LIFE by Prescott Lane is now available!

 

KFF’s delighted to share Prescott Lane’s all-new contemporary romance stand-alone, All My Life

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The beginning of any love story starts with the meet.

I’ve known Garrett Hollis since before I can remember, and I’ve loved him just as long. I loved him while he loved someone else. I loved him when he had a baby with her. I loved him when she left him.

The greatestof love stories is that between a dad and his daughter. I should know. I’ve had a front row seat. First steps, first words, all the big moments.

Garrett was just a teenager when Mia was born. I’ve watched him braid his daughter’s hair, hold her hand crossing the street, seen her asleep on his chest. I’m the best friend, the one they can count on for everything from dance lessons to motherly advice, anything they need. I’m their go-to girl.

The bestpart of any love story is the happily ever after.

But what if the happily ever after doesn’t include you?

All my life, that’s how long I’ve loved him.

Of course, he’s clueless.

A stand-alone, contemporary romance.

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4.5 STARS ~ REVIEWED BY SHARON THÉRÈSE AT KFF

For one reason or another, we can’t always get around to reading all the books we’d like to. Yep, that damn TBR list never seems to shorten, does it? So when I was given the opportunity to read and review All My Life, not only did I drop everything, but an added plus for me was discovering a new author. I can’t tell you how much Lane’s writing impressed me. I was instantly sucked into her love story; in fact, so much that after reading a couple of chapters I knew I wouldn’t be able to put it down. Starting a book in the evening is at the best of times perilous and once again I fell into that trap, ending up doing an all-nighter. And there’s nothing easier than judging how a good read is by the book hangover’s intensity. Mine lingered much longer than I’d expected it to. The lovely cover has to be mentioned. It certainly encouraged me to find out who that guy with a child on his shoulders was; the title…a tad misleading because these few words weren’t from whom I thought they would be.

“Guess you missed me,”
“I’ve been missing you all my life.”
 

Lane’s plot and character development left me wide-eyed and open-mouthed. It’s true that the single dad trope has been done before, but I can’t honestly remember relishing a book on these lines so much. Garrett is totally devoted to the wellbeing of his daughter, puts her life before his and without any qualms or regrets, goes out of his way to give her everything she needs. Swoon ladies ‘cause here is one drop-dead gorgeous guy that can’t cook for the life of him but braids hair like an expert! When someone steps in, the small town folk of Eden Valley who revel in the tiniest bit of gossip realize what a loving father he is and back him up one hundred percent. Mia Hollis becomes theirs. I have to say that on occasion, she puts her father in a tight spot with not such an outrageous wish, his happiness being her main concern. Now then, how she goes about it is laugh-out-loud and totally unexpected. She’s nifty at bartering, gets her own way and he goes along with it up to a certain point.

“Garrett, I know you. You love hard. There was only room for one woman in your life. Mia.”
“My life, Mia, we wouldn’t be where we are without you. My life doesn’t happen without you. I know that,”
 

It has been said that love is a trick of the heart, a fool to the mind. There’s no rules or regulations to guide us so when it’s unrequited, being stuck in a love-limbo becomes a toil like no other. We as women can see the difference between a close friendship and an intimate one, we know how the opposite sex’s mind works. But how much patience does one need for that person to see you? Months…years? I understood Devlyn’s stance. With no desire to rock the boat or lose the little bit she had of Garrett, she keeps her feelings close in the hope that one day he’d open his eyes. She became my sorrow, my joy, and I fell hard. Despite the story revolving around him and Mia, in more ways than one, it’s hers. Through her narration, I learnt how this sassy woman with a weird sense of humor and even weirder dress sense suffered in silence, but she never ever felt sorry for herself. Reading her innermost thoughts literally did me in, and her boundless generosity towards Mia and her father is such an emotional wringer that I wept into my pillow.

‘As much as we try not to hurt the ones we love, they always end up being the ones we hurt the most. Loving hard means hurting harder.’ 

Mia’s a real sweety, worships the ground her father walks on and doesn’t have a bad bone in her body. However, like a lot of young people, she says things without having all the facts, or perhaps it would be better to describe her as spontaneous. This spontaneity would unknowingly cause problems, making me think that decisions made by others because of it, would be the end of a beginning.

“My heart broke so many times for you,” she says. “It’s what my heart expects to happen. Garrett Hollis equals a broken heart.” 

Garrett. Crikey…I could have jumped into my Kindle, whipped his blinkers off and given him a good talking to! But when he does put two and two together, it wasn’t just his fatherly skills which aroused my hmm…interest. Get ready for the high-speed-hot-as-hell bedroom scenes ‘cause this guy’s more than just a dirty talker! That being said, the handling of a certain situation annoyed me to the point where I wanted to knock both his and Devlyn’s heads together. I thought Garrett’s fears for them not coming out in the open sooner a tad unwarranted and Devlyn didn’t help matters by being so unselfish. When the story took a surprising turn, I can’t tell you how pleased I was. The narrative pace is steady-to-fastish, the romance slow-burn. How the past was presented I found original regardless of my dislike for one of the characters who had her say, and the dual point of view angle in present is one of my faves. All in all, I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend this friends-to-lovers stand-alone novel. Bravo Lane!

 

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Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She’s got seven other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, The Reason for Me, and The Sex Bucket List. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.

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CLOSE by Laurelin Paige is LIVE!

 

CLOSE (Ryder Brothers #1) by Laurelin Paige

Release Date: October 10th

Cover Design: Laurelin Paige

Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography

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Everyone wants to get close to a rock star.

The bright lights.

The music.

Those talented fingers strumming… a guitar.

Everyone wants to bang a rock star.

So why do I keep running from the one who wants me?

I’m America’s Sweetheart.

I have a reputation.

He’s a boy-band icon turned rock god.

I’m vanilla.

He’s every flavor of bad.

And he’s much, much too young for me.

If I end up in Nick Ryder’s bed, my career and I will both be screwed.

…but that’s only if I’m caught.

 

REVIEWED BY EMMA LOUISE ON BEHALF OF KFF

Good girl next door Natalia lives her pure and innocent reputation. A reputation is given to her by the media. In the beginning, I felt like she would do anything to keep her wholesome reputation, and of course, when someone makes a huge plan, fate or a wicked author (wink wink Ms. Paige) throws the hottest rock star of all time in her path. Come to the dark side Natalia, we have milk, cookies, and a sinfully hot tattooed man for you.

Nick is not your typical rock star. At twenty-three he’s looking for the one, rather than the one every night. He’s certainly mature for his age and has a ton of life experience from being a celebrity since he was in his teens. From the moment he has Natalia standing in front of him, he’s bowled over, willing to do or say whatever he can to get her alone.

Closer had a reverse dynamic and this was a pleasure to read and enjoy. Not every romance you read has to be set up in a certain way. Nothing is written in stone stating that the man has to be emotionless and hard. The same can be said for the woman who’s an emotional cry fest, women can at times be hard and tough.

‘Coincidence is what happens when fate tries to stay anonymous.’
‘That’s what we are together – the perfect song.’

The relationship and feelings grew slowly. Nick has to work at breaking down Natalia’s barriers. Not to mention prove to her that he is worth her time and attention. They come up with a solution that they both agree to for their own reasons and before you or they know it, they’re embarking on a journey neither expected. Nick is sweet and almost innocent, even if he has loads of sexual experience.

‘His mouth feels amazing. His tongue is my new favorite plaything. He kisses me softly and deeply and teasingly, mixing it up so much that I would almost be content to sit here and do this for the whole ride. for our whole weekend together. Almost.’

Natalia is so worried about public perception she comes across to Nick as cold and unfeeling. She’s very much attracted to the man, I mean who wouldn’t? Hells Bells!!!
I swooned every time he took his top off for Pete’s sake.

This author is superb at writing angst and frustration the reader can feel. These two emotions were very evidently felt by this reader. I could not put this one down. Side note: The next book in this series is called Want and is being written by a different author; Kayti McGee. I’ll be checking it out, I cannot miss it. Paige has done it again, thank you and well done for creating a male character so human and real.

 

EXCERPT

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All rights reserved. 

 

 

“Hi,” he says, doing a double-take when he realizes it’s me. He looks fabulous, of course, because why wouldn’t he when I look so scrubby? He’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt and a hoodie, and his face doesn’t look like he’s tired, or like he stayed up late to drink too much and tear up the dance floor.

Or like he spent last night making out with somebody more than a decade older than him.

“It’s crazy seeing you here,” I say. I giggle again at the sheer ridiculousness of this. “Do you come here often?” What am I doing? What am I saying? It’s like I just learned how to talk to people of the opposite sex. How have I ever gotten a date?

Not that I’m trying to date Nick.

“Occasionally. You?” He sticks his hands in his pockets and he’s so relaxed, so sexy, and I just can’t stand all that swagger on such a handsome guy that I am not allowed to touch. It’s unfair for anyone to look so effortlessly edible before nine a.m.

“It’s my favorite shop. Come here all the time.” I take a couple steps backwards, trying to shift toward my car. “I probably should—”

“Don’t you think it’s probably more than a coincidence?” He takes a step towards me, and I take one back, willing myself not to respond to the rumble of his deep voice and the magnetism of his body. “That we’d see each other again so soon. Kind of like fate, almost.”

Oh my god, Oh my god, he’s flirting with me. What do I do? He’s so hot, I can’t even look at him. But then I do, and I have total church-giggles over this, and I have to escape before I make an even bigger fool out of myself. Someone is bound to notice that I am losing my cool, and they’ll draw conclusions that aren’t even true.

It was just kissing!

“It’s really weird, I have to admit.” I dance back some more, then glance behind me to make sure I’m not going to back into the street and get run over and make this even worse. “And really awkward.” I brush some hair back that’s come loose from the messy bun at the base of my neck.

He shrugs, seeming to disagree. And it’s true that I’m the only one who seems to be awkward right now. “I don’t know about that. Doesn’t have to be awkward. Could just be convenient. Since I never got your phone number.”

If I didn’t think he was flirting before, I know he definitely is now. I don’t want to say no to him, but I have to say no to him. He cannot have my number. Can’t have anything more than a memory of a scorching-hot make-out in the back of a club. What we did was not for a sunlit day. It was for a dark corner. And yet, I still can’t seem to actually say the word no. So instead I say, “Why do you need my phone number?”

Oh my god, this is mortifying. It really is like I’m in high school again and I’ve forgotten not only how to talk to boys but how to stand in their presence.

He takes another step toward me, laughing. “Well, for one thing, I thought it might be nice if we had dinner sometime.”

He has the most ridiculous smile, I realize. It lights up his entire face. You can see it in his eyes, and there’s no pretension. It’s all genuine. Pure sunshine. I’m rendered speechless by it for half a second and I have to ask, “What was that?”

“Dinner,” he says, that huge-ass grin in full force, taking another step toward me, and now there’s only three feet between us, and I can feel the body heat from him, can remember what it felt like the last time he walked me backwards into a wall and then his body was pressing into me, and his mouth was on me. When his chest was against me, when his cock was pressing into me and my hips—

I suddenly jump backwards. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” I look around suddenly to see if anyone’s noticed this exchange yet.

It’s fine, it’s still fine.

We’re just two people who work in the same industry who bumped into each other on a Saturday morning and are chatting like people do on Saturday mornings when they bump into each other. While giggling. Totally fine.

“What are you worried about, Natalia?” He doesn’t chase after me, just stands there looking confident and laid-back. Like a man trying to tempt a scared animal out from hiding. “I mean—I do bite, but most women like it.”

I smile at that, because I can’t help it, but I duck so he doesn’t see.

He’s probably so much more experienced than me.

He’s probably so dirty in the bedroom.

God, I shouldn’t be thinking about that. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you,” I say, shaking my head. I turn toward my car.

“No, you shouldn’t be,” he calls from behind me, and I have to actually close my eyes to collect myself because it’s obvious he’s thinking about doing not-talking things. Things like last night. Things like biting.

Things good girls have no business being so turned on by.

I tell myself he probably says stuff like that to all the girls who walk away from him.

But who am I kidding? Who has ever walked away from Nick Ryder? Besides me, I mean. Twice now. I deserve an Oscar for my willpower. That should be a new category.

“Bye, Nick,” I call as I flee with my coffee.

Then I step into my car, put my keys in the ignition and drive away before I lose my senses and change my mind.

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

With over 1 million books sold, Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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RIDGE by S.L. Scott is LIVE!

Today we are delighted to share S.L Scott’s all-new contemporary romance stand-alone, RIDGE

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The One didn’t exist.

Then I met Meadow.

The band’s honorary little sister was off-limits. Too late for that. She says we’re “nothing serious,” but she’s gotten under my skin and I can’t stop thinking about her. And when I touch her, I know we’re meant to be.

Happy Endings don’t exist.

Not even with Ridge.

My big plans never included falling for a rock star. Too soon for that. He wants to make us a “thing,” and I can’t deny our chemistry is combustible. His persistence is wearing me down, making his proposition hard to resist.

If true love only exists in fairy tales, why am I beginning to believe that Ridge just might be my happily ever after?

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I am a great lover of all things rock stars. And no author delivers a rockstar like S.L.Scott. We have previously met Ridge/Dave as a member of the Rock group the Crow brothers so he has played a prominent part in this series. Gorgeous, passionate and talented, every girl’s dream.

Meadow was known to all the members of the Crow brothers. Her sister was engaged to one. She’s beautiful, intelligent, independent but full of self-doubt and scared. Scared that she will never find a love that will last forever. A love that will just up and leave her.

When these two met, neither one thought that it would go anywhere. The thought of being in a relationship or even in love frightened the life out of Meadow. Dave, on the other hand, knew that he wanted more than she was willing to give. He wanted a home, a loving relationship and eventually a family. Seeing all the Crow brothers happily married and settled made him envious. It was something he was craving for himself.

Meadow wanted to finish her studies and take the world by storm. What she didn’t count on was falling for Dave. I say Dave because that’s how I see him throughout this book. Ridge was just a name, a persona he showed the world. But to Meadow, he was just Dave.

This was a love story destined to happen but it wasn’t going to come easy for them. Meadow knew that she had to trust her own judgement, she knew in her heart of hearts that Dave was a keeper. Dave knew he had to be patient. His fear of commitment lessened each day as he fell more in love with her. I sincerely hope for both their sake and mine they finally come together. Will they or won’t they? That is the question.

My last words are for the author. Congratulations once again on a book that gripped me from start to finish. I love the way you involve all your characters from past and present… They were easy to connect with and your style of writing made it an easy and enjoyable read. I look forward to reading more of your work.

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Prologue

Dave “Ridge” CarsonSomewhere between El Paso and Tucson, I found my soul under the bright stars of the Southwest.
Looking up, I drink her in. Meadow hates when I stare at her, but beauty like hers is rare. Her chin dips down, and she kisses my cheek, trailing more toward my ear where she whispers, “You feel so good inside me.”
“You have it all wrong. You make me feel good inside you.” I capture her lips on the edge of a laugh and kiss her while she continues to rock on top of my lap.
The sound of our bodies, our skin slick against each other becomes part of the hum of the desert outside the car. A night wind whistles through the cracked open window as the temperatures continue to fall well after sunset. We couldn’t wait—not for a hotel or a rest stop. When her hand dipped to my pants and she rubbed over me, causing my body to react, I pulled over.
Time is our enemy. There’s never enough of it when I’m with her. Every time I’m with her, I want to drain every ounce of life from the seconds, minutes, few short hours we get to be with each other.
My gaze rolls over the bottom of her jaw as her head tilts back, her mouth open, her bare breasts in front of me. I want to hold her still, hold her here, right the fuck here on top of me.
I run my hands over her body as I make love to the woman who’s become an addiction of mine. I breathe better, easier when I’m with her. The music of our bodies together is the only melody I hear. She’s become my friend.
My lover.
My muse.
Lifting up, she eases back down and then lifts again, gripping my shoulders and digging her nails into my skin. The pain is pleasure when doled out in provocative ways. “Dave,” she whispers on the end of a purr. No other name has been uttered in pure ecstasy like the way she says mine.
I hold her by the hips in the back seat of the SUV taking in the full view. “Hey,” I say.
She comes back to me, her eyes open, her soul exposed in such a vulnerable way, setting my heart on fire. “Hey.” She smiles, and I hold her still again, wanting this to last forever while equally wanting to rush the release.
A few sips of the wine we’ve been drinking straight from the bottle make her eyes sparkle. Caught between want and need, her smile is even until the corners, which curve up. It’s a smile that both hurts and heals my heart when it appears. “Don’t leave.”
Leaning down, she kisses my forehead, my nose, my mouth. With her lips against mine, she whispers, “I have to go.”
I’ve been careful about making plans with her for so long that the words feel foreign to me even now when this feels more intimate than any other time before. Every time with her is like this—better than the last. “I want you to stay.”
I fell for the free-spirited beauty long before we left Austin. But like all who are meant to soar, she can’t be caged by antiquated notions of romance. Meadow Fellowes has been clear about what we are or ever could be—nothing serious. But sometimes, when she looks at me, I see more hidden in the emerald pools of her eyes. I understand the yearning. She says, “My flight is tomorrow night.”
We’ve been so good at keeping it casual, but nothing serious means we’re fucking because we want to have sex. This isn’t fucking, just like we’re not casual, not to me. “Can you change it? Give us another week. Another day. Give us a chance.”
Leaning down, she kisses me and then sits back up. With her palms on my chest, she holds her smile. “I am. By leaving.” Her eyes close, and she starts moving on top of me again.
So I grip her a little tighter, holding her while I can. I meet every one of her pushes with a thrust of my own. As she comes back to me, the lids are half-mast, but her gaze is fixed on me. She whispers, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking how good this feels. Just us. Alone. In the desert, making love, having sex, fucking. All of it. All of you. You feel so good to me. Maybe we should be more to each other.”
“You’re more than you know,” she purrs softly and then leans back as if our connection is too much before she starts a slow gyrate. God, she feels amazing. A hand rubs over my chest, and this time, my eyes meet hers, coming back from the hazy edge of release. “We’re not those people.”
“What people are those?”
“The kind of people who make plans.”
Our bodies glide together as I say, “We’ve made plans before.”
“Spur-of-the-moment plans. Those don’t count.”
“They count.” They fucking count. I want to argue, but my mind clouds as our bodies move of their own volition. My eyes dip closed, and I swim in the moment, buried deep inside her.
We fall, tipping over that line that keeps us safe and the one that will end us—heart, body, and soul. It’s where I prefer to be with her. If only we could stay in this place longer than it takes for our breathing to recover.
My heart calms, and my breathing steadies. Meadow slides down with me still inside her and rests her head on my shoulder. Her fingers toy with the hairs on my chest before a kiss is placed on my neck. “Six months,” she says. “I’ll be back in six months.”
I tighten my arms around her. I don’t care that my body’s too big for this back seat or that we’re covered in sweat. All that matters is that I have her in my arms for a short time, and I intend to savor every second until she boards that plane.

 

 

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MEET S.L. SCOTT

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.

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