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Title: The Horse List Challenge
Author: Anna Lores
Genre: Erotica, Romantic Suspense
With a violent ex-husband hot on her trail, Ava Black seeks comfort in the arms of Jameson "Brady" Ross, The unrequited love who protects her.
Having healed from the physical abuse at the hands of her ex, she devises a naughty wish list - she calls her Horse List - to help empower her.
Will Brady finally fulfill her sweetest fantasies and become her partner? Or will the man who dominates her dreams and desires, the wealthy Eric North, come for her?
Does she have the strength to fight for her life and love, or will she succumb to demands of her powerful ex-husband?
Maybe a cold shower would kill her desire for him, shock her body into reality. Sex with Brady was high on her Horse List because it was likely never to happen. He wasn’t into her, and she panicked when he touched her uncovered scars. She turned the handle to cold, freezing cold, and stepped inside. She squeaked as the splash of icy water hit her warm, tanned legs.
“Ava, are you okay?” Brady shouted, sliding in his white socks into the bathroom and stopping in front of the shower in black boxers, ready to attack an intruder. Something had him as jumpy as Colin. He was usually a calm influence, rarely the first in a fight. He didn’t join in unless he saw real trouble. He stepped into the shower with her, and shuddered. “Shit. It’s freezing.”
Without asking, he reached past her, brushing his arm against her breasts, and turned the handle to warm.
“Ava, you’ve got to pay atten—” Worried hazel eyes focused on her.
“Brady, I’m…” God help her, she was lost in those brown eyes with the most remarkable specks of green sparkling like fireworks.
She loved him, always had, always would.
His hand drifted around and cradled the back of her head. His lids glided down as his lips came millimeters from hers. Firm pressure against the back of her head brought her chin up a hair, taking her so close to a kiss. So close.
“Please,” she whispered, not sure whether it was for a kiss or for him to take her, make her forget everything, everyone…make her feel loved, wanted, controlled… Her tightly beaded nipples pressed against his bare chest. Her sensitive breasts throbbed against the diamond bars pierced through them. If he just kissed her, she would be that much closer to his firm, yet gentle, loving touch. She could overcome the panic from bare skin touching the sensitive brands on her belly and thighs. She was ready. She was ready for him to try. If only he would…
“Ava.” His lips met hers, then they were inches away again while his body pressed her back up against the cold, tiled shower wall.
He held her with just one hand, but within his palm he held her fragile heart and soul. His wet boxers couldn’t hide the erection pressed against her belly.
Begging with desperation, she touched his hips. “Please, I want to try. I want to try, Brady. Please.”
His muscles bulged everywhere like a heavyweight fighter ready to get into the championship ring. He didn’t move, just inhaled and exhaled, blowing warm minty air over her lips. Taking his lack of communication as a maybe, she pushed down his soaked black boxers an inch.
“Please, Brady.” She’d take mercy sex from him.
“Ava.” His voice rumbled so low, her body vibrated with the sound. Cream rushed down to her folds. Heat radiated from her flesh.
“Please.” She begged. “Please.”
Anna started writing romance as a by-product of insomnia. After a year of late night reading, she borrowed her son’s laptop after he went to bed each night, and set about breathing life to her very own characters. After a month of writing in the middle of the night, she was surprised with a new laptop of her own to pursue her dreams. With a B.A. in English Literature and a desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and her close friends could not just talk about, but gush over, she shed her job as mom of three in the late night hours and assumed her alter ego of dirty girl.
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by Destiny Blake
Genre: YA Time Travel
Release Date: April 26th 2016
Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die
Andora died and she remembers every last detail of her gruesome death. One would think after going through that ordeal, she could face just about anything. Sheâs about to find out.
Soon after her death, Andora discovers that heaven doesnât want her and hell doesnât have room for her. Sheâs not about to question the latter all things considered. See, Andora wasnât exactly a nice person and as far as faith goes, she only believed in herself. Come to think of it, she probably wasnât scheduled to meet St. Peter at the pearly gates.
According to the Gatekeepersâthe beautiful ones who stand guard over the afterlifeâsecond chances are rarely given but Andora earns one anyway. The Gatekeepers decide where she should spend the rest of her life and off she goes, traveling through time to a historical realm of perpetual hell, also known as the early 1800s.
Andora begins life as a prairie girl, but soon faces another untimely death. Landing in front of the Gatekeepers for round two, she takes it as a sign. Desperate to live a more acceptable life, Andora quickly realizes that being good isnât as easy as it looks particularly for those with mischief in their veins.
To make matters worse, her second-second chance is one she shares with another subject. A handsome rogue of a boy, Rebel makes it his mission to land in front of the Gatekeepers as often as possible. However, thereâs a small problem with his plan. Thereâs no way to guarantee that the Gatekeepers will always be there to guide them into a new world and they soon discover that a fresh start is anything but a sure thing.
âWeâre coming to your world. Welcome to oursâ¦.â Gatekeepers by Destiny Blake
The day I died really sucked. Waking up in front of a righteous bitch with plenty of superior attitude? Well, letâs just sayâ¦ it made dying look like a walk in the park.
A barely audible light tapping of a booted toe yanked me into sudden consciousness. Pressing my cheek against the black and white tile flooring, I stared up at the one attached to the boot. Iâd been here before. Given the look on Vengeanceâs face, she wasnât exactly happy to see me again.
âWell? What are you waiting for?â She crossed her slender arms. âYou know the routine. Get up. On your feet, Lassie!â
Lassie. I hated that name.
âWe donât have all day.â Vengeance smirked. It was the kind of grin that left chills up and down my spine. âWe have to assign another identity. We wouldnât want to keep your new family waiting now would we?â
âOf course not, Veng,â I grumbled, deciding to stick with the nickname. Veng didnât seem to care for it. The flaring nostrils and clenched fists provided proof. Before I could congratulate myself for crawling under her skin, the wicked wench grabbed my ear and forced me to stand.
âOuch!â I screamed.
âThere, there,â she muttered sardonically.
In the distance, several Gatekeepers rushed down the corridor. They were undoubtedly told of my arrival.
âVengeance, how many times do we have to remind you? Do not torture the subjects. Itâs bad for morale and ââ Thorne came to an abrupt halt as soon as he rounded the first pawn-shaped column. He sucked in a sharp breath before he dramatically exhaled and asked, âAndora. What are you doing here?â
I shrugged. âCanât seem to live without dying. You know how it is.â
âNo, I donât think I do,â he said suspiciously. âWhy donât you start at the beginning and tell us how this happened.â
âOh you mean Iâm the first subject to return to the fold?â
âWhy are you here?â His voice was firmer this time.
âI donât know.â
âShe remembered,â Vengeance said.
Thorneâs gaze shifted from one Gatekeeper to the next. âCan any of you explain this?â
Dayz smirked. âNo idea. But by the look on your face? Youâre not exactly disaââ
âSilence,â Thorne snapped, focusing on me once more. âWhat happened?â
âConsidering how much trouble sheâs been, it wouldnât surprise me if someone killed her again,â Vengeance said.
âWas that necessary?â Dayz asked. Dayzâs lanky build made him appear somewhat awkward but I liked him. He was kind which was an apparent rarity among the Gatekeepers.
âTruth trumps necessity,â Vengeance pointed out.
About that time, a door slammed on the other side of the welcome chambers. Another recognizable face appeared. âGuess Iâm not the only human up for reassignment.â
âRebel?â I couldnât believe my eyes. Weeks before, we were brought together for reeducation. We were separated when the Gatekeepers pitched him into the future. A short time later, I was tossed into the past.
âDonât act surprised. I told you weâd meet again.â
âYes you did.â I felt uncharacteristically safe when he hugged me. âItâs good to see you.â
He stepped away and quickly turned to Vengeance. âIf you ask me, you should just keep us here.â
âThatâs not an option,â Vengeance said. âAnd someone should hurry up and explain how this can even happen. Iâm beginning to get bored.â
âPoor thing,â I muttered, catching a scowl from Thorne.
âSome people refuse to die.â Rebel popped his neck and grimaced. âItâs called cheating death.â
Dayz closed the distance between us. âHow did you die this time, Andora?â
âWell, you seeâ¦. I was preparing to eat a bite of bird whenâ¦â
âA bite of bird?â Dayz wrinkled his nose.
âGo with it. I was only a prairie girl for a week. Do you think I had time to learn that particular eraâs slang?â I scoffed. âI did not.â
âGod save the queen,â Rebel teased. âMaybe next time theyâll place you in a castle where you belong.â
âOr a dungeon,â Vengeance suggested. âIâm sure I can think of a crime or two to pin on you.â
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Beautiful Ashes Series
By Author Lora Ann
Genre: Erotic Thriller, Dark Romance
Desperate people commit desperate acts.
All-consuming desperation led her to deceive herself, her sister, and the man she loves.
Keeley Kincaid is in over her head—trading one addiction for another. She’s convinced she can handle it and hold everything together.
But deception has a mind of its own.Enter the world where lines blur. Nothing is as it seems. Good and evil come together in a macabre display. And at the heart of it all beats the drum of deceiving those loved most. Can love and light ever penetrate such darkness?
ExcerptDarkness consumed the young woman. The dream was evident with every violent thrash she gave, yet something told her there was so much more. Cold sweat drenched her body as a monster from the past rose up to claim her, again. She should have fought. Should’ve demanded he stop. Problem was, she not only relished what his sadistic torture brought to life inside her, but savored it. Craved it. Wanted more and more until the demon fully possessed her. She invited him in as an adored lover welcomed her mate. His violence was familiar, comforting. She was as acquainted with his wrath as her own skin. Yes, Keeley was his and he knew it, demanding she bleed out for him—only him. With an enraged kick across the bed, she knocked over the bedside table, slicing her foot on a lamp that broke. The smell of blood wafted through the air, increasing her desire. She needed him to fuck her. To bathe in her life source until she ran dry. The devil sneered as he took a bite of her innermost parts, draining her of every ounce of essence she could provide. And she only wanted to give him more as he took with a vengeance, malevolence raging to have her. From the grave he wrapped his decaying fingers around her throat and squeezed. “Give it to me, Keeley,” his seductive voice commanded. Something in that awakened another side of her. A spark of light, she long considered forever extinguished, incessantly attempted to shine. The flame required her oxygen, her fuel to burn. Burn with a brilliance. Burn with a purpose. The demon roared and writhed beneath the ever-present love that wouldn’t let him take what was so clearly his. She wanted him, unmistakably claimed his wickedness as her own. He could give her what that damnable light never could. She was addicted to pain as if it’d become her new brand of heroin. He raged in fury at the flickering, tiny spark that refused to go out and let him have his prize. It was so weak, so pathetic, if he could convince her to put it out, once and for all, they could reign together. He’d have his queen to do with as he pleased—when he pleased. Never permitting death. An eternity of torture and pain he knew she yearned for in the deep recesses of her soul. Yes, her soul was what he fought for. And he would have it! All of a sudden, when he violently slammed his cock inside her forbidden hole he felt a pain like no other, screaming, the demon withdrew and examined his prized possession. Worry knitted his brow as he saw the decay climbing along his proud manhood. His hand shook as his body shuddered. What was happening? He searched rapidly to find the source of this new development. That was when he saw it, rising from the ashes. The damnable flair coming to life, still struggling to hold on, but fight it was doing. Immeasurable love blinding him as he shielded his eyes. He had to take care of that before it gained any more strength. In an instant, his quest shifted. Destroy that light, that fucking love, and she was his forevermore. He backed into the shadows he was so accustomed to, studying his newest foe. But his queen had more than one holding that light alive. He hissed, “Lacey and those damn Strand brothers,” before realizing that, while Keeley’s sister and her new family posed a threat, she wasn’t his biggest adversary. No. The one called Tar was going to valiantly fight for her. His maniacal laugh caused the troubled Keeley to rise, terror in her eyes as they darted around the room. She couldn’t see him, of course. He stepped closer and ran his hand through her hair and whispered, “Your knight will not save you. Love isn’t what you desire. Only I can give you what you need. Mark my words, beauty, he shall die. And you will be the one to destroy him.” Keeley screamed and screamed and screamed until her vocal chords refused to function. Her eyes blinked rapidly, for she knew--she knew—her monster spoke the truth. If she permitted Tar into her heart, she would be his executioner. No more thought entered her mind as she moved like a robot. This was rote to her. Bag in hand, she snuck out like a thief acknowledging she could never return, yet if it kept Tar alive and safe, she’d gladly pay the price of loneliness. A light like his should never come in contact with the obsidian that was her. Darkness smiled as he laced his fingers with hers and tugged her into a world she would never escape. He had won, after all.
Bird On The Wire – Katey Sagal
Waiting For Superman – Dautry
Enter Sandman – Metallica
Blackbird – Sarah McLachlan
Hero – Enrique Iglesias
Heaven Knows – The Pretty Reckless
Supermassive Black Hole – Muse
Welcome To The Jungle – Guns N’ Roses
Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado
Freak Like Me – Halestorm
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Bring Me To Life – Evanescance
Monster- Eminem ft. Rihanna
I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry – Amy Lee
About Author Lora AnnLora is a Missouri native who relocated to California as a teen. She spent several years as an international flight attendant for a major airline before taking on her greatest job ever, a stay-at-home mom. Now she resides in Kentucky with her family, and has taken on her newest adventure, writing.
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Written By: Shelly Morgan & Geri Glenn
Release Date: February 26, 2016
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Design: Wicked By Design
Their mother was the Angel of Protection. Their father was a soldier of the Underground. No one ever thought a demon could love an angel, but when their parents met, it was love at first sight. They fought their attraction until it was too much to take. When God, and the Devil himself, found out about the pregnancy, they fled to protect themselves and their unborn child. But when the pain of labor was over, instead of one baby, there were two; hybrid twins.
Cyrus and Joey are fraternal twins and the product of this forbidden love between ultimate good, and ultimate evil. When their parents are slain immediately following their birth, the twins are given refuge inside of a convent by a kind, but no-nonsense, priest with a penchant for slaying demons. The priest trained the twins from a young age to kill off an entire race that they themselves descend from.
Now, nineteen years later, Cy and Joey leave the convent for the first time to investigate a series of rapes and murder happening at a college campus hours from the only place theyâve ever known or called home. Trying to navigate in this new world of school, parties, and the allure of the opposite sex, the twins quickly learn that being human isnât all itâs cracked up to be. As they struggle with the feelings that come with falling in love, they both fight a battle from deep within. Will their love be enough? Will their own personal vendettas pull them in the wrong direction? But the question that plagues them most â are they good, or evil?
Shelly is an Iowan girl. She now resides in the town she was born and raised in. Having three children, itâs hard for her to have any down time, but when she finds it, you can find her holed up somewhere reading her next steamy book in a long list of books in her virtual library or writing her next story.
She is the author of the Forsaken Sinners MC series, with her first book being released in February of 2015. Even though this is an MC series, she has plenty more ideas, so look out for more than just biker novels from her in the future.
Shelly became fast friends with Geri before she even released her first book, but through their friendship they both decided to delve into the jar of Paranormal. Itâs been a lot of work, but such a ride so far, sheâs actually sad to see it end. But she knows that with the end of this book, itâs not the end of the journey, itâs just the beginning. She hopes you enjoy it as much as she and Geri enjoyed writing it.
Geri is a Canadian girl, born and raised. Sheâs a military wife, mother of two and devourer of words. She can often be found reading a good book, magazine or any shampoo bottle within reach.
She is the author of the Kings of Korruption MC series, with her first book being released in August of 2015. A sucker for any type of alpha male, Geri refuses to be tied to one genre.
Writing this book with Shelly has been a welcome challenge and a ton of fun. She hopes you love Cyrus and Joey as much as she and Shelly do!
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Title: The Little Wine Guide
Author: Ariel Heart
Publisher: Blazing Sword Publishing, Ltd.
Don’t know much about wine? From Cabernet to Chardonnay, from buying wine to enjoying it; this jam-packed little book removes the mystery and makes learning about wine fun. The Little Wine Guide is presented in a conversational tone and helps you discover what interests you in the world of wine as you embrace your personal wine style.
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You have decided it’s time to learn a little about wine. You don’t want to get carried away, but you would like to get a handle on why you like some wines yet others are just yuck. Maybe you were at a friend’s house and the wine your friend raved about tasted nasty to you, but the recommendation at the restaurant was the best wine you have ever tasted. Perhaps that guy or gal in your life enjoys wine and you want to know some basics at least. You have come to the right place my friend.
This book is your hack for wine, your quick start guide that provides a foundation and will give you ways to discover and enjoy wine your way. Such as, throwing your own wine tasting so you can experiment with wine and have a good idea of what you are actually doing. No need for a hefty book that you won’t read but may end up as a doorstop. Wine can be fun and interesting, and I’ll prove it. In this guide you will be provided with the critical basics to jump-start your wine education and do your own wine tasting for yourself or with friends and family.
We will follow two imaginary people in this guide, Michael and Jessica. We will help both of them meet their wine education goals and learn alongside them in the process.
Michael is your average guy who never thought much of wine; it doesn’t go with football or baseball. But Michael is seriously dating and his gal likes wine, her parents even collect wine.
Michael wants to make a good impression on his potential in-laws, so he is looking to get a quick wine education before the big dinner where he meets them. He isn’t planning on impressing anybody, but he wants to share in the wine experience and converse with some knowledge. We will give Michael the foundation he needs to skate through the important dinner and even be able to share a little about what he likes using the language of wine.
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She needs to understand what she likes, and navigate the champagne luncheons and wine socials without blinking an eye. We will get her on her feet and help her find her own wine style and taste. As always, drink responsibly and don’t drink and drive.
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Ms. Heart is a wine enthusiast on her personal wine journey who found most books on wine either too textbook, too long, or packed with information she didn't need or want to know. Eventually, she was collecting the information that she found pertinent to enjoying wine without a degree in viticulture. She thought others might like to have the short cut to the core material as well. Thus was born the idea for The Little Wine Guide. So, join her on this wine discovery journey! Ms. Heart has a Bachelor's degree in Business Administration and has worked in Fortune 500 companies and Department of Defense most of her life. She is a Colorado native who loves the mountains and wildlife, but doesn't ski, and currently volunteers at a cat shelter, played clarinet for a short time, and dabbles in drawing, watercolor, and acrylic painting.
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By: Everly Scott
Publication Date: April 5, 2016
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Chick Lit
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Everly Scott loves Italian food, yummy candles, and love stories. She recently made the switch from teaching college writing to hogging all of the writing time for herself. But, when she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out on Twitter, Instagram, and her website, or learning how to powerlift, kind of. Eventually. 10 Random Facts About Me: 1. I am the proud owner of Bachelors Degrees in Honors English Literature and Creative Writing and an MFA in Writing. 2. Sunny (and dehydrated) Los Angeles has been my home base since birth. I’ve never lived anywhere else. 3. I love dogs, especially my own fuzzy Shih Tzu baby, but I am not the biggest fan of dog beaches. 4. I am utterly in love with my high school sweetheart. Not in a creepy, still crushing on him kind of way, but in a we-are-married-and-more-in-love-than-ever kind of way. 5. I may or may not be addicted to pasta. 6. I also may or may not be addicted to Dateline, 20/20, and Investigation Discovery. Don’t judge me. 7. Beyonce is #lifegoals. 8. I used to sing. A lot. In choirs, at weddings, and funerals, and football games. And in the shower. Actually, I still sing. Mostly in the shower. 9. When I was a kid I wanted to be a veterinarian. Then I realized I was allergic to cats, hated science and really sucked at math. Dreams crushed. 10. Tattoos. I love them. I have three, and if I could be covered from head to toe in beautiful art, I would! Okay, maybe not head to toe. Maybe just from collar bone to toe.
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Xandra James SEALed with a Vegas Kiss: SEALed with a Vegas Kiss- I'm in Vegas to stop a wedding. I've been in love with Molly ever since I could remember but I'm no good for her, so I've stayed away...when I could. But now her brother—and my CO—has found out the groom-to-be is a dick, and I have no intention of ignoring a direct order to take him out of the picture. My mission is to stop the wedding at all costs, but success hinges on whether I can keep my hands
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Title: Capturing the Captain (American Pirate Romances: Book 1)
Author: C.K. Brooke
Genre: Historical Romance, Sea Adventure
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Release date: 4/26/2016
In 1720, it’s a pirate’s life for Abigail Clear, daughter of a notorious colonial pirate captain…
But when a rival crew invades Abigail’s ship, she is taken prisoner. Now aboard the enemy vessel, she must contend with its formidable captain. But who is the real captive?
Locked away in the belly of The Indomitable is no place for a woman…
Captain James Morrow is more than displeased to discover his sole captive to be none other than an untamable young lass who will earn him no bounty. Yet if he can soften the little rogue, she just might switch her loyalties to him, and reveal the whereabouts of the infamous thief who sired her—and his stolen treasure. But two can play that game, as Abi is equally inclined to charm the dogged sailor off her father’s tail.
Might she and Captain Morrow run the risk of falling for their own charades?
They dance about their disguises as genuine developing emotions clash against deeper motives, and suspicion runs high. When the captain finally steals a first kiss, Abi decides it’s high time to make her escape—fleeing not only his vessel, but her fondness for the man who intends to see her father hang.
The high seas heat up as Captain Morrow’s quest to recapture Abi is halted by her pirate father, Captain Clear. Will James succeed in pursuit of his captive love, or will his desires conspire to make him a captive himself?
“I don’t believe it.” His words were low and guttural. “After all of my patience with you…”
Abi snorted. “Patience?”
He took another step. “The kindness I’ve shown you…”
“This is how you treat me in return?”
Had Abi been a gentler woman, she might have lowered her eyes. However, she had the audacity not to.
“Your kiss, your sketch and company were but charades as you bade your time to deceive me,” he snarled. “And there I was, risking my hide and that of my friends to rescue you!”
“I do not need rescuing!” Abi whirled around and marched across the sand.
C.K. Brooke grew up in the coastal state of Maryland. She began writing books when she was six years old. Her debut novel, The Duchess Quest (48fourteen, October 2014), received a five-star editorial review from Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews & Awards Contest and was selected as a Shelf Unbound Top 100 Notable Indie Book of 2015. Since its publication, she has authored seven more fantasy and romance novels, including Capturing the Captain, the first book of the American Pirate Romance series.
Today, C.K. resides outside of Detroit in Washington, Michigan with her husband and young son. When not haunting the local library or blissfully buried in her eBooks and manuscripts, she enjoys blogging, singing, and playing the piano by ear. For more, visit her at www.CKBrooke.com.
“We own most of the land in the Tech Center. My father bought up the land thirty years ago before any of this was here. And we lease it out.”
Jesus. What kind of money is that? I can’t even begin to understand it.
“Anyway,” Mac says, standing. “I’m waiting in here for a reason.”
“Is that right?” I stand up too, but my heart beats a little faster when I take him in. He’s wearing a dark gray suit today, a blue shirt that is so light it’s barely a color, and another brilliant cerulean-blue tie that makes his matching eyes shine as they stare into mine.
I don’t know why, but I step backwards. His full attention on me suddenly feels more like a force than a look. He steps forward, hands reaching for me. I bump against the wall, no escape, and then he fists the front of my blouse and rips it open, revealing my silk cami.
My mouth opens in surprise.
He rips the cami apart too. And then, with one forceful whoosh, both garments are lying in a puddle of fabric on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I yell.
The intense stare turns to a boyish smile. “I’d like you topless for breakfast. And I get to call the shots for our dates.”
“Why do I even bother with you? Just why?” I refuse to cross my arms and cover my tits. Fuck him. Just fuck him. “Every time I start to think you’re not a pig, you go and do something like this.”
“It’s fun, right?” His smile never cracks.
“No,” I say. “It’s humiliating.”
“Your tits are nice, Ellie. You should not be ashamed of them.”
“I’m not ashamed of them—”
“Good. Because I’d like to stare at them while we have coffee and discuss our date tonight.”
A knock comes from Mac’s office and I might have a panic attack that someone will come in and find me bare like this.
“Hold that thought,” Mac says, leaning down to kiss my lips. “Breakfast is here. Sit,” he says, pushing on my shoulders until I slump into the window seat again. “I’ll be right back.”
And then he enters his office, pulling our connecting door closed.
I listen to the conversation in there as I look down at my clothes. What the hell was he thinking? The cami is dust. Ripped straight down the middle. At least the silk button-up shirt is only missing all the buttons. I can probably tie it around my waist to make it out to the parking lot, but--
There’s a jingle of a cart and plates. We have… room service? What kind of company has room service?
I guess I’m not all that surprised they have it up here. We have several restaurants on campus. The Atrium has a cafeteria. Maybe this came from the cafeteria?
Mac is laughing on the other side of the door, then I hear a polite thank you just before the sound of a closing door.
The connecting door swings open again and Mac is there, a wide grin on his face. “I hope you like pancakes.”
“This is not happening.”
“Oh, this is happening, Miss Hatcher. You are sitting here.” He points to the middle of the window seat as he pushes the cart towards me.
“I have no clothes, Mac. You ripped my cami. I’m going to have to tie that over-shirt on and go home to change. In fact,” I say, reaching down to get my blouse and pull myself together, “I’m not coming back. I’m done. Just when I think you’re a human, you act like an ape.”
“Would you just relax, Ellie?” He rips the shirt from my hands, balls it up, and then tosses it in the air, where it arcs perfectly and sails into the new trashcan that matches the desk. “Three points,” he says.
“It’s like you live in your own world or something. I think it’s funny that you accused me of living in some delusional fantasy, but you, Mr. Stonewall, you’re a raving lunatic who thinks the world is his asylum.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment. Now sit. I’ve got it all under control.”
Not the Hot Chick: Complete Boxed Set
EXCERPT FROM BOOK 1:
Jessi Wallace eyed the cute bartender’s butt the way a hungry cat might eye an unsuspecting bird. She actually licked her lips. “I am so going to do him.”
Layla Messner held back a sigh, took another sip of her lemon-drop martini, and asked herself for the sixth time that night, Why am I here, again?
Silly Layla, thinking Jessi was trying to be friendly. More likely, she just wanted a wingman—or wingwoman in this case—and had no one else to step out with.
Jessi leaned over the bar provocatively in her low-cut top, calling to the bartender and pointing to her empty glass. “Can I have another down here?”
Oh, God, she was actually batting her eyelashes. And the way she was leaning to flash her cleavage, it was a wonder her boobs didn’t fall right out onto the bar.
Layla glanced down at her own chest, pulling back her shoulders. Her boobs weren’t so bad, even if they weren’t shown off as blatantly as Jessi’s. Layla knew she had nothing to be ashamed of in that department. If anything, she’d been generously blessed.
The problem was, she was a little too blessed in other areas as well. “Curvy” would be a kind description. “Chubby” might be more to the point.
The place was pretty quiet for a Friday night. But then again, it was the weekend before spring break, and much of the college-age crowd that usually frequented the Shamrock had already left town. Layla had a four-hour drive to get to her parents’ house and was wiped from spending the day with a class of hyper first graders. Morning would be soon enough to make the trip home.
The bartender ambled down their way and gave them both a smile. “Ready for another, ladies?”
Layla’s heart warmed at the way he included her in the offer. He didn’t just ignore her, the way some guys did, to focus on her prettier companion.
“You got it.” He directed his gaze at Layla, and her heart gave a little flip. It was too dark in the bar to tell what color his eyes were, but she knew they were beautiful. Just like the rest of him. Dark hair, a buff body, and a gorgeous face. High cheekbones, a straight nose, chiseled lips. Those lips moved, but Layla was too mesmerized by his looks to pay any attention to what he was saying.
She blinked. “Uh, excuse me?”
“He asked if you want another drink.” Jessi’s cutesy moves were forgotten as she gave Layla the death stare. Don’t poach on my territory.
As if. Still, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?