When love
calls, it’s rarely easy but always memorable, and definitely worth turning the
pages. Recapture the thrill, the delicious anticipation of finding your happily
ever after in these 10 unforgettable, hot stories by some of today’s brightest
names.
Including:
Her Knight in Black Leather –
J.M. Stewart
Destination Wedding – Robyn Neeley
Drawn to Jonah – Jennifer DeCuir
On the Fly – Katie Kenyhercz
Wildly – Debra Kayn
Falling for You – Heather Thurmeier
Beginning Again – Peggy Bird
Spiraling – Rachel Cross
Save My Soul – Elley Arden
Sweet Gone South – Alicia Hunter Pace
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When love
calls, it’s rarely easy but always memorable, and definitely worth turning the
pages. Recapture the thrill, the delicious anticipation of finding your happily
ever after in these 10 unforgettable, hot stories by some of today’s brightest
names:
Her Knight in Black Leather –
J.M. Stewart
Destination Wedding – Robyn Neeley
Drawn to Jonah – Jennifer DeCuir
On the Fly – Katie Kenyhercz
Wildly – Debra Kayn
Falling for You – Heather Thurmeier
Beginning Again – Peggy Bird
Spiraling – Rachel Cross
Save My Soul – Elley Arden
Sweet Gone South – Alicia Hunter Pace
Destination Wedding – Robyn Neeley
Drawn to Jonah – Jennifer DeCuir
On the Fly – Katie Kenyhercz
Wildly – Debra Kayn
Falling for You – Heather Thurmeier
Beginning Again – Peggy Bird
Spiraling – Rachel Cross
Save My Soul – Elley Arden
Sweet Gone South – Alicia Hunter Pace
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Wildly by Debra Kayn
Shauna
Marino left Cottage Grove, California an innocent teenager, gangly, wild and
with no fashion sense, always diving headfirst into whatever feelings ruled the
moment. Now, she’s back to fix her mistakes. She’s gained a respectable job,
set a plan in motion to benefit the town, and all that’s left is to prove to
Grayson Schyler she’s changed. Maybe this time, he won’t tell her no when she
shows up naked and asks him to make her a woman.
Grayson Schyler, former Wimbledon champion, would've recognized Shauna anywhere. She’s made his life sweeter one moment, and hell the next. As someone in the public eye, he’d gone to great strains not to allow the media to misread their relationship, which wasn't always easy when Shauna was around. Now she’s back, asking for his help, and all he can think about is if she came back to make him pay for what he’d done.
Grayson Schyler, former Wimbledon champion, would've recognized Shauna anywhere. She’s made his life sweeter one moment, and hell the next. As someone in the public eye, he’d gone to great strains not to allow the media to misread their relationship, which wasn't always easy when Shauna was around. Now she’s back, asking for his help, and all he can think about is if she came back to make him pay for what he’d done.
Excerpt
Grayson
moved forward, making her retreat, walking with that lazy long stride that had
the ability to hypnotize her. His gaze was so intent, her breasts hardened and
she forgot why she was wasting her time arguing. His hair lay over his forehead
in a sexy I-don’t-give-a-damn way that tempted her to reach up and sweep it
back. But she didn’t. She couldn’t get that close.
The back of
her thighs hit against the car, her breath barely coming through the constant
throb of her body. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going
to take what’s mine.” He lowered his head, hovering inches from her mouth. “I
don’t care if I get it here, in the middle of Main Street, or if you come over
to my house and let me have you there. But I’ll be damned if we’re gonna pussy
foot around this subject any longer.”
“But … ”
He shook
his head. “I’m done fighting, Shauna. I want you. You hear me? I want you as
much as you want me. For as long as you want me.”
Oh my God.
She forgot to breathe. She’d waited forever to hear him admit his feelings
toward her, to confess it wasn’t her overactive imagination dreaming up a
future with him. She sucked in air, filling her lungs. Everyone had thought her
crush was one sided, but she knew better.
About Debra
Top-selling
romance author Debra Kayn lives with her family in the beautiful coastal
mountains of Oregon where she enjoys riding motorcycles, gardening, playing
tennis, and fishing. For more info on Debra, http://www.debrakayn.com/
~*~
On the Fly by Katie
Kenyhercz
Jacey
Vaughn has a newly minted MBA when her father dies unexpectedly and leaves her
his NHL team. Well-versed in business but not so much in hockey, Jacey
navigates this new world with a few stumbles. She definitely doesn’t plan on
falling for the team captain. At the first hint of scandal, a local Las Vegas
reporter latches on, and Jacey finds herself in the newspaper with headlines
that hurt instead of help. Jacey’s determined to keep her father’s legacy alive
and make the team successful, but while she has no problem denying her feelings
to the media, she can’t lie to herself.
Carter Phlynn has known nothing but hockey his entire life. Drafted into the NHL at age eighteen, winning the Stanley Cup is all he’s ever wanted. Nothing has ever disrupted his focus. Not until he meets his new boss. Jacey gets under his skin like no one else, and while dating the team owner would be a disaster for his career and reputation, he can’t get her out of his head. Carter has never had a relationship last more than a month, but the more he’s around Jacey, the more he can’t picture his future without her.
Carter Phlynn has known nothing but hockey his entire life. Drafted into the NHL at age eighteen, winning the Stanley Cup is all he’s ever wanted. Nothing has ever disrupted his focus. Not until he meets his new boss. Jacey gets under his skin like no one else, and while dating the team owner would be a disaster for his career and reputation, he can’t get her out of his head. Carter has never had a relationship last more than a month, but the more he’s around Jacey, the more he can’t picture his future without her.
Excerpt
With a
sigh, she glided over to where he waited. For good measure, she stuck out her
arms and feigned a wobble. Can you ice skate? That was something of
an understatement. Her father had gotten her a pair of ice skates as soon as
she could walk. Carter didn't need to know that.
“You gonna make it?”
“I think so.” She came to a stop against the goal post and turned around to mimic his stance.
“Tell you what, I'll give you a head start.”
She just smiled.
“Down and back, okay? Ready, set, go!”
She took off like a shot, arms pumping, knees high, just digging into the ice with the sides of her blades. Behind her, shocked laughter echoed. Then it was replaced by the sound of his own skates. At the other goal, she skidded sideways in an awkward hockey stop and tried to regain momentum, heading back for the other end, but Carter had the experience, and he turned in two seconds. He passed her and pivoted to skate backward, adding insult to injury. She squinted at him and surged forward. Amusement played openly across his sharp features until he stopped and she didn't.
Jacey hadn't really considered the consequences of hurling herself at him. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And before she could reverse it, she collided against him with a solid thump. They spun in a circle, their legs tangled, and Carter fell backward. She had no choice but to follow.
“You gonna make it?”
“I think so.” She came to a stop against the goal post and turned around to mimic his stance.
“Tell you what, I'll give you a head start.”
She just smiled.
“Down and back, okay? Ready, set, go!”
She took off like a shot, arms pumping, knees high, just digging into the ice with the sides of her blades. Behind her, shocked laughter echoed. Then it was replaced by the sound of his own skates. At the other goal, she skidded sideways in an awkward hockey stop and tried to regain momentum, heading back for the other end, but Carter had the experience, and he turned in two seconds. He passed her and pivoted to skate backward, adding insult to injury. She squinted at him and surged forward. Amusement played openly across his sharp features until he stopped and she didn't.
Jacey hadn't really considered the consequences of hurling herself at him. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And before she could reverse it, she collided against him with a solid thump. They spun in a circle, their legs tangled, and Carter fell backward. She had no choice but to follow.
About Katie
Katie
married the military man of her dreams, so home is wherever the Air Force sends
them. She loves hockey and writes about hockey love. Her fictional team is the
Las Vegas Sinners, and her real-world team is the Pittsburgh Penguins. She
likes strong, capable heroines who bring out the vulnerability in their tough
guys. Visit her here, http://www.katiekenyhercz.com/
~*~
Her Knight in Black
Leather by JM Stewart
Cat Edwards
has spent her life playing the wallflower in an effort to escape the repressive
weight of her mother’s tarnished name. Dragged to a bar by her best friend in
an effort to forget a broken heart, the shy bookworm is determined to be someone
else for the night, but quickly gets in over her head. She discovers chivalry
isn’t dead after all when a mysterious stranger comes to her rescue. He’s
wearing black leather and a mischievous smile that promises to be exactly what
she needs.
When his terminally ill father suffers a setback, Michael Brant returns to the town he swore ten years ago he’d never return to. He’s come back this time determined to make peace with the past, but being home brings up memories he doesn’t want to remember anymore. His first night in town, he’s captured by a damsel in distress. Cat’s beauty is made all the more alluring when he realizes she has no idea who he is. He can’t resist spending a single night in her arms. With her, he’s only a man, disconnected from his family’s name and the past that haunts him here.
As the town erupts with the news of his return, Michael’s dark past comes back to haunt him, putting Cat in danger. Someone is threatening her life and the life of her family. Desperate to keep history from repeating itself, Michael offers her his family’s name in order to keep her safe. When the lie spirals beyond their control, can they stop their hearts from becoming entangled as well?
When his terminally ill father suffers a setback, Michael Brant returns to the town he swore ten years ago he’d never return to. He’s come back this time determined to make peace with the past, but being home brings up memories he doesn’t want to remember anymore. His first night in town, he’s captured by a damsel in distress. Cat’s beauty is made all the more alluring when he realizes she has no idea who he is. He can’t resist spending a single night in her arms. With her, he’s only a man, disconnected from his family’s name and the past that haunts him here.
As the town erupts with the news of his return, Michael’s dark past comes back to haunt him, putting Cat in danger. Someone is threatening her life and the life of her family. Desperate to keep history from repeating itself, Michael offers her his family’s name in order to keep her safe. When the lie spirals beyond their control, can they stop their hearts from becoming entangled as well?
Excerpt
A beat of
silence passed, and Michael let out a heavy exhalation behind her, a sound of
acceptance, defeat, dejection. He stepped up behind her, his warm, solid body
pressing against her back, pinning her where she stood. Reaching around her, he
opened a cabinet door, revealing a shelf full of glasses and mugs. “Because I
was afraid.”
His words
and the truth behind them settled into her core. She knew that feeling. Too
well. “Of what?”
“What did
you need from me last night, Cat?” His hot breath teased her neck, the
sensitive skin below her earlobe, and images invaded her mind. Of his mouth
latching on there, leaving his mark. The possessive look in his eyes when he
plunged inside her body, claimed her as his. How simultaneously wrong and right
it felt to be claimed that way. They were strangers, yet deep down, she couldn’t
deny she gave him a piece of herself last night.
“I wanted
the fantasy. You were a little wild, a little dangerous. A Harley-riding bad
boy in black leather with a wicked gleam in your eye who challenged anyone
to try to judge you.”
A faint
chuckle sounded behind her, so infectious one corner of her mouth curled in
response.
“You were
everything I wanted to be and exactly the type of man I never go for.”
About JM
J.M. writes
what she likes to call sweet and spicy contemporary romance. She’s a stay-at-home
mom who lives in Seattle Washington, with her husband, two boys, and their two
very spoiled puppies. She’s been devouring romances for as long as she can
remember. Visit her at http://authorjmstewart.com/
~*~
Spiraling by Rachel
Cross
Blue-blooded
Amelia “Amy” Astor was a champion, America's sweetheart, and on track to give
the US Olympic medal glory before she gave it all up to join skating's
equivalent of the circus. Now she's a professional princess, the lead in
Enchanted Ice. But in an industry that values young, cheap, and healthy, her
age, salary, and injuries are a liability.
So when she's offered a job teaching Hollywood heartthrob Shane Marx to skate for a role in a hockey film, she leaps at the opportunity. Maybe with the right kind of exposure, she can survive one more season and put off decisions about her future a little longer. If she invites the wrong kind of exposure …well, there's that pesky morals clause waiting in the wings.
Shane Marx traded his boy band dance moves in TruAchord for acting lessons years ago. His blond, blue-eyed gorgeousness makes him the most sought after romantic comedy lead in the movie industry. But lately his clean-cut image has been tarnished by one sex scandal after another.
When America's ice princess meets Hollywood's hottest leading man, what could go wrong? Inside that sequined costume is a woman of steely determination who has conquered many of her demons. And beneath his sinfully attractive exterior, Shane Marx is a man still battling his.
So when she's offered a job teaching Hollywood heartthrob Shane Marx to skate for a role in a hockey film, she leaps at the opportunity. Maybe with the right kind of exposure, she can survive one more season and put off decisions about her future a little longer. If she invites the wrong kind of exposure …well, there's that pesky morals clause waiting in the wings.
Shane Marx traded his boy band dance moves in TruAchord for acting lessons years ago. His blond, blue-eyed gorgeousness makes him the most sought after romantic comedy lead in the movie industry. But lately his clean-cut image has been tarnished by one sex scandal after another.
When America's ice princess meets Hollywood's hottest leading man, what could go wrong? Inside that sequined costume is a woman of steely determination who has conquered many of her demons. And beneath his sinfully attractive exterior, Shane Marx is a man still battling his.
Excerpt
“Am I being
played here?”
Shane asked.
“I'm not
going to try to take naked photos, if that's what you're asking,” Amy said.
He ignored
the dig. “Why did you agree to go out with me?”
“You're
hot,” she said, playing with a strand of hair, blinking up at him with her best
princess smile.
“I think
you're here with me for the same reason I'm with you.”
“Attraction?”
“Publicity,”
he said.
She
stilled. “Is that why you asked me out?”
“My agent
encouraged it. He's in the throes of panic over my image,” he stated.
“He's the
one who set up the . . .” she glanced around furtively, “lessons.”
“I need the
lessons, obviously, but he's trying to kill two birds with one stone here.”
Shane said.
So he was
using her the same way she was using him. “Why me?”
“You have
to ask? Amelia Astor, princess, New England blue-blood. You're the ideal woman
to rehab my image.”
It was the
way he said it. As though he would never in a million years be seen with her
otherwise.
“And here
you are just in time to resuscitate my contract with Enchanted Ice.” Amy raised
her glass. “Cheers,” she said, without the slightest bit of pique reflected in
her tone.
Goaded, she
stretched out a hand and laid it, palm down on his rock hard, jean clad thigh,
one finger tracing a pattern on the soft cotton. She leaned in and whispered,
“I'm not incorruptible.”
He tilted
his head back, and she watched his throat work as he finished his drink in one
swallow and scooted closer. “No?”
“It doesn't
have to be fiction, but I don't do fidelity,” he said as his long fingers
tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and he shot her a half-smile
that sent a throb of excitement through her traitorous body.
About Rachel
Fueled by
black jelly-beans and Pinot noir, Rachel Cross writes contemporary romance with
brave heroines and sexy heroes. She lives in coastal California, with her
surfer/pilot husband and two daughters. Her past includes stints as a
firefighter, paramedic, clinical manager and Weekly World News tabloid model. Visit
her at http://readrachelcross.com
~*~
Beginning Again by
Peggy Bird
When Liz
Fairchild's husband leaves her for a younger man, she decides it's time to
start over. So she sells her house, takes her generous community property
settlement and opens an art gallery in the Pearl District in Portland, Oregon.
A little sweat equity, some interesting art to exhibit, assistance from a
surprising source and she's ready to open.
Enter Collins, an up and coming sculptor who also happens to be young, sexy and determined to bulldoze his way into Liz's gallery, her life and her bedroom. He succeeds on all levels. His art is a hit in her gallery; his "to do" list for the bedroom eye-opening and his attention to her like nothing she's ever known.
But something isn't quite right. He disappears for hours at a time, returning from "business" looking unhappy and acting withdrawn. What's he keeping from Liz? Is it another woman? Another gallery? A family?
And does she want to get closer to this man or run as fast as she can to keep herself from being hurt?
Enter Collins, an up and coming sculptor who also happens to be young, sexy and determined to bulldoze his way into Liz's gallery, her life and her bedroom. He succeeds on all levels. His art is a hit in her gallery; his "to do" list for the bedroom eye-opening and his attention to her like nothing she's ever known.
But something isn't quite right. He disappears for hours at a time, returning from "business" looking unhappy and acting withdrawn. What's he keeping from Liz? Is it another woman? Another gallery? A family?
And does she want to get closer to this man or run as fast as she can to keep herself from being hurt?
Excerpt
“What the
hell are we doing?” Liz Fairchild didn’t bother hiding her irritation from her
ex-husband. “When I agreed to have lunch with you, I expected food and a
martini, not a tour of Northwest Portland.”
“Bombay
Sapphire is good gin but pouring it over a few ice cubes doesn’t make it a
martini,” Mason Fairchild said with a grin, “even if you do throw in a couple
olives. Although I’ve always been pretty sure you know that.”
“Po-ta-to,
po-tah-to.” Dismissing his comment with a wave of her hand, she persisted.
“Answer the question—where are we going?”
“You’ll see
in a minute. We’re just about there.” After maneuvering his Mercedes around a
streetcar stopped to pick up passengers, he pulled into a small parking lot
behind what looked like a row of townhomes, nosed the car into a parking space
and cut the engine. “This is it.”
“And what
would IT be?”
“A
live/work space a client of mine has on the market for a very attractive
price.”
“If I knew
what a live/work space was, that might impress me. But since I don’t, I’m back
to asking why I’m not sitting at your favorite restaurant with a martini in
front of me.”
“Patience
has never been your virtue, has it?”
She pursed
her mouth and cocked her head. “You of all people should know just how patient
and understanding…”
“I
apologize. You’re right.” He unfastened his seat belt and leaned over to do the
same for her. “Just extend your understanding for another fifteen minutes and I
promise there’ll be gin in your very near future.”
About Peggy
Peggy Bird
is a writer and glass artist who lives and works in Vancouver, Washington
across the Columbia River from Portland, Oregon where most of her stories are
set and where her three daughters, four grandchildren and two granddogs live. Visit her at http://www.peggybirdwrites.net/
~*~
Falling for You by
Heather Thurmeier
Newly
single Cassidy Quinn is thrilled to be a contestant on the new reality dating
show The One. But her excitement turns to horror when the gorgeous bachelor
turns out to be her ex-boyfriend. Seeing Brad again makes Cassidy realize she
might not be as "over him" as she thought-and then she meets hunky
cameraman Evan Burke. After watching his brother lose his wife in a tragic
accident, Evan vows never to fall in love. But following Cassidy around as her
personal cameraman makes him question his decision, and resisting her gets
harder with every sunbathing, bikini-wearing day.
Cassidy and
Evan begin a forbidden affair while her ex-boyfriend tries to win her heart
back one groping, awkward moment at a time. If Cassidy can manage to stop
falling off horses (literally), stop falling onto her ex-boyfriend, the
bachelor (yes, literally), and stop falling in love with backstage playboy
Evan, she might still make it through the show without becoming a tabloid
sensation. But soon Cassidy must choose between the ex who broke her heart and
the cameraman who might never love her back. For Cassidy, this reality show
just got real.
Excerpt
“Stay
still, Corona,” she pleaded, patting the horse on the shoulder. She swung her
leg over the horse, determined to successfully complete one dismount before the
challenge ended.
Her arms
shook as she lowered herself carefully from the saddle, finally giving up their
fight part way down. Gravity took her the last few feet and she hit the ground
with both feet, stumbling backward a step before bumping into something solid.
“How,
Cassidy? How do you always end up in my arms?” Evan’s voice rumbled in her ear,
his warm breath on her earlobe making her girly bits tingle.
She found
her footing and turned in his arms. She could see the dust and dirt clinging to
his five o’clock shadow, his brow beaded with sweat. He desperately needed a
shower and there was nothing she could have fantasized about more than being in
one with him. Instead, she pushed herself back from him and swallowed her urge to
climb him like a jungle gym.
“What can I
say? I guess I just keep falling for you,” she said, before her brain caught up
to her mouth and she was able to censor herself.
About Heather
Heather
Thurmeier is a lover of strawberry margaritas, a hater of spiders, and a
reality TV junkie. Her passion is contemporary romance—writing stories filled
with laugh out loud moments, uber-hunky heroes, feisty heroines, and always a
happily ever after. Visit her at http://heatherthurmeier.com/
~*~
Drawn to Jonah by
Jennifer DeCuir
Quinn Baker
followed her dreams of becoming an artist to New York City. But one failed
marriage later and she realizes she has nothing to show for her fancy life in
the city but a diploma she’s done absolutely nothing with.
Now with news of her grandmother’s death, Quinn heads back home to reconnect with the only family she has left, her sister, and figure out what she is supposed to be doing with her life. She finds an ally in handyman Jonah Goodwin. The widower asks an intriguing favor—teach him to read. The more time Quinn spends with Jonah and his adorable little daughter, Lily, the more she begins to rediscover herself, her passion for her drawing, and her longing for a child and a family of her own.
Illiteracy has kept Jonah from forging friendships and building a career his daughter could be proud of. Hiding his secret has always been a full time job. Yet something about Quinn inspires trust—she helps Jonah gain the confidence he needs to make a better life for Lily. But can she show him that, he too, is deserving of love?
Add in a dash of fairy magic and matchmaking from beyond the grave, and suddenly this small town has a lot more excitement than anything Quinn could find in the city.
Now with news of her grandmother’s death, Quinn heads back home to reconnect with the only family she has left, her sister, and figure out what she is supposed to be doing with her life. She finds an ally in handyman Jonah Goodwin. The widower asks an intriguing favor—teach him to read. The more time Quinn spends with Jonah and his adorable little daughter, Lily, the more she begins to rediscover herself, her passion for her drawing, and her longing for a child and a family of her own.
Illiteracy has kept Jonah from forging friendships and building a career his daughter could be proud of. Hiding his secret has always been a full time job. Yet something about Quinn inspires trust—she helps Jonah gain the confidence he needs to make a better life for Lily. But can she show him that, he too, is deserving of love?
Add in a dash of fairy magic and matchmaking from beyond the grave, and suddenly this small town has a lot more excitement than anything Quinn could find in the city.
Excerpt
Jonah was
standing at the sink with his back to Quinn. Or rather, with his backside to
Quinn. She paused for a moment, enjoying the view. Until she realized that
Jonah was looking at her reflection in the kitchen window. If she weren’t so
mortified, having been caught checking out the handyman’s butt, she might have
noticed the fact that he seemed to enjoy the attention.
“Um,” she gestured at the gurgling
coffeemaker.
“Yeah, I’d
like some. Thanks.” Jonah grinned.
He peeked
in on Lily, who was curled up on the couch, wrapped in Nanny’s crazy colored
afghan. They sat down at the table, the silence awkward. Jonah looked agitated.
“There’s
something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he blurted.
There it
was. Her instincts were spot on. She nodded.
“I’ve been
trying to come up with the right way to ask this.” Jonah drummed his fingers on
the tabletop, his expression sheepish.
He was
going to ask her out! She had to tell him no. It wouldn’t work. But he was so
good looking, such a loving father. He made her feel things she had no business
feeling. Oh, what the hell—she’d go out with him. Just this once.
“Okay,
here’s the deal.” He breathed deep and leaned in close. “I was hoping that you
would...teach me to read.”
Wow, it
must have been the paint fumes coming off his speckled T-shirt, because Quinn
could have sworn that Jonah just asked her to teach him to read.
About Jennifer
Jennifer
DeCuir is a busy mom still trying to figure out how to balance carpooling,
volunteering and homework with writing time. Coffee helps … a lot. Visit her at https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7255055.Jennifer_DeCuir
~*~
Save My Soul by Elley
Arden
Psychotherapist
Maggie Collins has always been a little off the proverbial wall, but now she’s
also knee deep in a delayed quarter-life crisis. With her meager paychecks
devoured by student loan debt, a car payment, and rent for office space, living
at home with a flighty, folk-singing mother seemed like a good idea . . . at
first. Now Maggie’s not so sure. She wants space to sort things out and launch
a life of her own, but she needs a cushion of cash to get there. When an
unexpected phone call brings an offer Maggie can’t refuse, she’s one deal with
the devil away from moving out of her mother’s house.
The devil of contract negotiations, baseball agent Jordon Kemmons, has a problem the usual experts can’t fix . . . his star pitcher is too depressed to throw strikes. Even worse, Jordon's post-divorce grudge against women is turning him into a raging mess. If desperate times call for desperate measures, then cynical Jordon has made the most desperate move of all. He's hoping sexy psychotherapist Maggie Collins is the answer to all his rusty prayers.
Soon Maggie and Jordon are fighting an attraction that threatens everything they’ve ever believed. If it’s not just physical attraction . . . if it’s something more, maybe two wrongs can make a right.
The devil of contract negotiations, baseball agent Jordon Kemmons, has a problem the usual experts can’t fix . . . his star pitcher is too depressed to throw strikes. Even worse, Jordon's post-divorce grudge against women is turning him into a raging mess. If desperate times call for desperate measures, then cynical Jordon has made the most desperate move of all. He's hoping sexy psychotherapist Maggie Collins is the answer to all his rusty prayers.
Soon Maggie and Jordon are fighting an attraction that threatens everything they’ve ever believed. If it’s not just physical attraction . . . if it’s something more, maybe two wrongs can make a right.
Excerpt
Jordon
didn’t stop at the end of the cart. He came around and grabbed her by the hips.
“We’re done with this conversation. I’m not going to let you push me away
because of your misguided notions and over analysis.”
Her mouth
opened at his absurd insults. Before she could say a word, his fingers rested
on her chin and he closed her jaw.
“Maggie,
transference is bull shit. Freud was a flake. You shrinks like to wield power
over weak-minded patients. I’m not weak, and I’m not your patient.” He slid his
thumb across her bottom lip. “I do…feel exactly the way I said I do, but I
won’t say it again until I’m damn sure you’re going to say it back. Until then,
keep your shrink wrap away from my head. There’s enough going on in there
without you digging around.”
Despite the
hypnotic sensation of his thumb stroking her lip, she couldn’t keep quiet
anymore. “I find you offensive.”
“No you
don’t.”
Jordon
leaned his face closer, and she swallowed. Her tongue reflexively brushed over
her lip, tasting the tip of his thumb. He stepped into her, and she swallowed
again, knowing his mouth would be covering hers in the middle of a busy
supermarket. But the minute his arm wound around her waist, she didn’t care
where they were. She wanted him to take what he wanted and leave her begging
for more.
About Elley
Elley Arden
is a proud Pennsylvania girl who drinks wine like it’s water (a slight
exaggeration), prefers a night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and
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Destination Wedding by
Robyn Neeley
Wedding
planner Kate Ashby’s fear of flying is eased by a sexy stranger and one slow
lip lock that rockets her into another obit.
CEO Luke Cannon has just traded seats with his identical twin. Little did he know that an innocent kiss while pretending he was his brother would soon create havoc.
What happens in the air doesn’t stay up there. Once on tropical land, Kate believes that the handsome stranger who gave her the best kiss of her life is now her new client, Drew Cannon, fiancĂ© to the beautiful and wealthy Lauren Kincaid. While Kate struggles with the intense feelings she thinks she has for Drew, Luke discovers Kate’s been hired to plan his brother’s destination wedding. He also realizes the initial sparks they shared 30,000 feet up are now mistakenly aimed at Drew.
Can Luke get Kate to realize that the feelings she has are for him? He’s got forty-eight hours in paradise to try.
CEO Luke Cannon has just traded seats with his identical twin. Little did he know that an innocent kiss while pretending he was his brother would soon create havoc.
What happens in the air doesn’t stay up there. Once on tropical land, Kate believes that the handsome stranger who gave her the best kiss of her life is now her new client, Drew Cannon, fiancĂ© to the beautiful and wealthy Lauren Kincaid. While Kate struggles with the intense feelings she thinks she has for Drew, Luke discovers Kate’s been hired to plan his brother’s destination wedding. He also realizes the initial sparks they shared 30,000 feet up are now mistakenly aimed at Drew.
Can Luke get Kate to realize that the feelings she has are for him? He’s got forty-eight hours in paradise to try.
Excerpt
“Kate, I
was expecting you.” He chuckled and pointed to her side. “Do you need some help
with that?”
Kate looked
down in horror. She had forgotten to zip up her dress! Her lacy blue bra and
matching thong strap were visible. She yanked up the side zipper. “You have
something of mine,” she said icily.
“Your dress
from last night. Here it is.” He pulled back the closet door and handed it to
her. “Looks like they were able to get the tomato juice stain out. Good as
new.”
“Thank
you.” She clutched the dress and turned to leave. On impulse, she spun back
around. “You know. You’re an ass.”
He smiled
down at her. His smile was just as warm as it had been last night. “I’ve been
called worse. Listen, Kate, we need to talk. Let me get dressed real quick. Why
don’t you come in and have some champagne.”
Kate peered
in. Next to him was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket and a glass
plate of chocolate covered strawberries.
“I sent
those to you and Lauren. There’s nothing to say. You, Drew Cannon, are my
client. I don’t know what last night was about, but we will not be clinging
champagne flutes unless it’s at your wedding!”
“Kate,
you’ve got this all wrong. This isn’t what you think.”
“You
commandeering my dress and posing as my boyfriend isn’t what happened?”
“Well, yes,
but come in. I’ll explain everything. I think you’ll find it quite amusing.”
“There is
nothing funny about my client being a lying, cheating schmuck.” She turned and
headed back to her room.
The door
slammed behind her.
“Kate,
please stop. If you would just listen—”
She put her
hand up to block his words. “Don’t follow me. I am only going to pretend to be
nice to you because you are my client, and your wedding is going to catapult me
to partner. I need this wedding to go off without a hitch.”
He swore
under his breath.
“You don’t
have to get nasty.” She pushed her keycard in and unlocked her door.
“No, it’s
not you. I locked myself out.”
“Not my
problem.” Kate entered her room and slammed the door.
“Kate. Come
on,” he pleaded from the hallway. “At least let me borrow your phone to call
housekeeping. You can’t leave me out here in a towel.”
“Consider
it payback!” she yelled and peered out of the peephole. He had turned around.
His beautifully sculpted backside was exactly as she had imagined. No tattoos,
no scars. Pure perfection. Her nails would have a heyday…
Frustrated,
she turned around and leaned against the door. So he has to go to the lobby in
a towel to fetch a new key. He’d probably get some suggestive looks from women
anxious to find out what was underneath it. That’s not payback. Her lips turned
up in a devilish smirk. “But this is.” She gripped the door handle and flung it
open.
“Thank you,
Kate.” He started to enter. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me out here. I’ll only
be a minute.”
“Not so
fast.” She rested one hand on his chest and yanked off his towel with the
other, leaving him naked. “I’ll just have this dry cleaned for you.”
She slammed
the door and rolled up the towel, shoving it in the wastepaper basket. Now that
was payback.
About Robyn
Robyn
Neeley is an East Coaster who loves to explore new places; watches way more
reality TV than she cares to admit; can’t live without Dunkin Donuts coffee and
has never met a cookie she didn’t like. If you have a must read romance suggestion
or a fabulous cookie recipe, she wants to know. Visit her at www.robynneeley.com
Thanks so much for hosting us! :)
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