It was all he had to do. Instead, he got on that bus and took my heart with him.
That was seventeen years ago.
I moved on. Marriage. Kids. White picket fence. Everything I ever wanted, but my husband betrayed me and I was left once again.
Alone, penniless, and with two boys, I had no choice but to return to Tennessee. He wasn’t supposed to be there. I should’ve been safe. However, fate has a way of stepping in.
This time around, the tables are turned. It’s my decision. Second chances do exist, but I don’t know if we can repair what’s already been broken . . .
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Both her maternal and paternal grandmothers were librarians, which only intensified her love of reading. After years of writing short stories, she couldn’t ignore the call to finish her debut novel, Beloved. Her alpha heroes are broken, beautiful, and will steal your heart.
Holding Out For Forever by Vera Quinn
Release Date: June 17, 2016
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You can never go back…
I told Kim she would never be mine.
She was devious. She plotted and her mind set on me.
Nine months later and we have a permanent bond.
I thought I would never love again.
I put the BlackPath MC and our families first.
I have old enemies mixed with new rivalries.
Then I met her…one stolen kiss is all it took.
Everything else doesn’t matter.
I am President of the BlackPath MC.
This is my story and mine alone.
“Darling, I don’t know what your angle is, but if you want a piece of me, I’ll damn sure give it to you.
Just remember you’re a willing hole for me to stick my cock in, and that’s all you’ll ever be to me.
No relationship, no girlfriend, no dates, and sure as fuck no damn ring. I’ll use you to get off, and then I’ll use you to
Get to Steel and Devil. You’ll never hear I love you from me, and I don’t sugar coat shit for no one.” If she can’t understand
what I’m telling her , it’s on her, not me. I’m not trying to hurt her, just being real and maybe shock her.
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Judah St. Michaels is a man who seeks pleasure, not love. Never love. By rule, satisfaction is guaranteed while in his bed—yet, his women are always dismissed still begging for more. His frequent flyers are few, but variety breeds a challenge on which he thrives, and loneliness is not a burden he shoulders. But when he happens upon an exquisite, little redhead—whose shy demeanor he’d like to shatter in one night of passion—her reluctance to accept his offer changes his game completely.
Teddy Fitzpatrick doesn’t trust easily. The scars that define her cut deep, and love is a dream she’s afraid to chase. When a tall, dark, and gorgeous man enters her world, she knows right away that he’s the type to break hearts. Yet, try as she might, his persistence is hard to ignore, and her ability to resist soon dwindles down to nothing. Against her better judgment, she opens her heart, surrendering to the dominate force that he is.
But happily-ever-afters are not easy to come by, for assholes aren’t born, they’re made… And falling in love is a fool’s errand.
*Series STANDALONE. Written for audiences 18+ years of age, due to language and sexual content.
“Hoooowow!!! This book is everything and so much more! And to be honest, I’m so in love with it.” – Chatterbook Book Blog
“This epic monster book by RC Martin had me hooked from the very start. It is the perfect combination of sweet and sultry, innocent and erotic.” – Reader Review
“…..read the book.. it’s a really long book and it’s full of deliciousness… so read it. That is all!” – Author Hayley Faiman
He’s a household name. Posters of his tattooed body are plastered across bedroom walls from San Francisco to Singapore. Women want to be with him. Men want to be him. He’s brash, bold, and bossy as hell, and he is about to become my employer and my step-brother, which wouldn’t be so bad; except …
He’s already been my lover.
Hot Scoop Magazine’s Sexiest Performer Alive, Sean ‘Shag’ Steal, is the front-man for Crude Element, the hottest band on the scene. With every song he pens, blazing up the charts, he’s got the world at his feet.
Attempting to change his public image as a kinky, womanizing pig, hasn’t stopped his wayward ways. I should know.
He played me his music. He played with my body. And he played with my heart, leaving it tattered in tiny painful pieces, nearly broken beyond repair.
I was finally putting the pieces back together, when his mother and my father decide to blindside us. They’re getting married!
Could things get any worse? The answer to that question is a resounding yes.
Pushed by my dad to replace Shag’s former PA, I find myself working for the one man who lives to torment me. He won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and he always gets what he wants. This time he wants me back in his bed, at least until our parents say, ‘I do.’ I have to resist. There is no way I can handle another heartbreak.
If only he hadn’t earned his silly nickname because of his ‘shagging’ skills, resisting would be so much easier.
Warning: This book is for mature audiences and contains sexual situations, language, and subject matters some readers may find offensive. If you like dark, damaged bad boys, you’re in the right place.
Bad Beats is the first book I have read by CL Riley. It definitely won’t be the last though!
Cadie has been torn down and is insecure. She’s feisty, stubborn, and knows when to walk away. Especially if her heart gets broken.
Shag is an alpha male. He’s talented, a womanizer, and has been burned by an ex.
What happens when you meet someone unexpectedly? Will outside forces continue to conspire against them? Or, will the pair decide that they don’t care what people think?
CL Riley pulled me into Bad Beats from the beginning of the book and I couldn’t put it down once I started reading it. You will read about love, betrayal, friendship, protection, jealousy, and family. I highly recommend this book and I can’t wait to learn if there’s another one that will be coming out.
Reviewed by Erin
“Welcome winners!” he yells, as if he’s on massive stage, in a stadium of thousands, not a room with three hundred people.
The audience cheers their approval.
“Let’s fucking rock this ship right out of the water!”
And they do.
For the next hour, Shag and his band weave a web of musical madness that’s impossible to resist. Shag’s the spider, luring us in with his dark and dangerous persona. He’s an impeccable front-man, giving the audience everything they could possibly want and then some.
More than once his smoldering gaze finds mine and he grins. Another time he winks. There is no hiding his interest. Shag Steal may be entertaining everyone else, but he’s enticing me with a personal performance that has my heart racing and my panties damp.
Just so you know, I’ve read more than a few romance novels where the heroine refers to her wet panties. I always discarded the over-used reference as an exaggeration specific to the genre.
Now I know the books were right and I was wrong. Damp panties are real, and I’m wearing them.
I’m also positive I am not the only one in desperate need of a cold shower, especially with Shag looking like he does. His bare chest and six-pack glisten with sweat, drawing my gaze to his body-hugging leathers, a different pair than he wore during the Portland concert. They lace up the front, reminiscent of David Lee Roth’s signature eighties style.
But what makes the pants so hot is the way Shag fills them. He’s packing some serious size beneath those laces. The drool-worthy bulge is even bigger than I remember from that first, hometown show. Considering at this venue his crotch is just a few feet from my face, it’s no wonder he seems larger than life.
Two songs ago, he tossed me his t-Shirt, and I’m clinging to the sweaty garment like it’s my life preserver. Every few seconds, his uniquely male scent drifts up from the shirt, adding to my desire. It takes all my self-control to resist the insane urge to bury my nose in the cool cotton.
Robin isn’t helping matters. She keeps passing me straight shots. I don’t do straight shots. At least I didn’t use to.
Because of those shots, I’ve surpassed the tipsy phase, something that’s happened more in the past week than in the last year. The night we used our gift cards to shop for the cruise, I was buzzed. By the pool today, I was feeling no pain. And now…now I’m ready to seduce Shag and worry about the emotional price tag tomorrow.
So much for my stance on limiting any self-indulgent behavior…I’m failing miserably in that regard and can’t make myself care. What I do care about is the man who owns the stage and perhaps even a tiny piece of me.
His next words lodge in my heart, like an arrow from Cupid’s bow, sending a surge of heat spiraling through me. I lean into Robin, and she nudges me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I’d like to play you a song I wrote while most of you were enjoying a kick ass meal. My band doesn’t know about it yet, and I don’t have a title. I hope you’re cool with an acoustic version of what I believe is a future hit. Did I mention I’m turning into a certified cat lover?”
Robin pokes me. “Cat lover, huh? Whatever could he mean?”
I take the shot glass from her and throw back my head, letting the bitter liquid burn a fiery trail down my throat. “Maybe he likes felines,” I tease back.
She raises her brow and I stick out my tongue.
Someone from Shag’s crew brings him a stool and hands over a guitar, putting an end to our banter.
The room quiets and chairs shuffle as people sit. Robin pulls me down with her, giving my thigh a pat. I sink into the cushions, keeping my gaze trained on Shag. He adjusts the instrument, his expression thoughtful.
After what feels like forever, he looks up and shoots us his trademark smirk. It doesn’t matter that he’s about to premiere a song he wrote while I was napping and everyone else was eating, he appears cool and utterly confident.
He fixes his gaze on me and strums his fingers across the guitar’s strings, launching into a soulful rock ballad that makes my arm hairs stand up and take notice. Goosebumps trail over my skin and I’m immediately lost in the lyrics.
The song is about a man longing for a woman so bad it hurts. He refers to the woman as Cat and makes use of several clever word plays to insert some petting and purring references into the story. Rather than being cheesy, the cat contrasts add a hint of humor to an otherwise serious song of seduction and bring a unique twist to a tale about a tormented man desperate for a torrid affair with a woman he should leave alone.
Mentions of emerald eyes and a red halo of hair…his very own Tabby Cat, eliminate any mystery about who he’s longing for.
He. Wants. Me.
He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to get me.
Just the thought of us together sends a coil of heat through my core. I shift, trying to relieve the pressure and refocus my attention on the lyrics not the ache between my legs.
The verse that touches me most describes how the woman he wants is out of his league and explains he is no good for her, and then goes on to clarify that in the end he will corrupt her, destroying her innocence.
Had the lyrics been lacking, it wouldn’t have mattered, because Shag’s voice is intoxicating, like the finest wine, aged to perfection. It wraps around me like a lush fur blanket, caressing my soul and making me realize how much I want to be corrupted, as long as it’s Shag doing the corrupting.
The man has far more going for him than simple charisma and charm, and he’s not just talented, he’s undeniably gifted. He shines brighter than any star and easily makes the sun pale in comparison to the energy that emanates from him. As for sex appeal, he has it in spades, no one could ever question his shameless sensuality, but it’s more than that.
I’ve seen sexy, talented men before but none who have affected me the way Shag Steal is affecting me now. I feel like I’m the only woman in the world who can satisfy his insatiable appetite, and I’m convinced he alone is the one man who can quench my thirst. It’s as if I’ve been wandering in the desert and he’s the oasis, a place of refuge and release.
There is no denying that whatever this thing is between us has me spellbound. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to. The mystery adds to the magic, making me tremble all over. If I sit here another second, I’m afraid I’ll melt. Robin will have to scrape me off the floor.
Not sure how to handle the tsunami of sensations, I bolt from the loveseat, desperate to find a safe harbor where I can compose myself in the midst of the storm.
The women’s restroom is the closest sanctuary I can think of. So I make a beeline through the audience, trying not to step on any feet along the way. Sadly, I’m not successful. I stumble, and someone, thank God, keeps me from a face plant.
Mumbling an apology, I keep moving, determined to escape what now feels like a room full of vultures eager to pick me to pieces.
When I finally enter the hallway that leads to the bathrooms, my legs turn to JELL-O. Slumping against the wall, I struggle to stay upright.
Rough hands grab my shoulders and I’m yanked against a hard body. At first I think its Shag, but the smell is all wrong. After spending time practically snorting his shirt, I’m confident in my ability to recognize his scent.
This man smells like whisky and musk, a combination that turns my stomach.
“Where are you running off to? We’ve got unfinished business.”
“What…?” My mind is foggy and doesn’t compute his comment, thanks to all the shots.
“Poolside, this morning. Your friend chased me off before I could tell you how much I like women like you.”
Placing my palms against his chest, I push. “Women like me?”
“Full-figured, sexy, and trying to pretend like they don’t want it.”
The fog clears just enough for me to process his words, and I’m pissed. I know I should be afraid, considering he has me pinned against a wall, but instead I’m seeing red. This asshole just called me fat and accused me of cock-blocking.
I do what any insulted woman would, knee him in the groin.
Only problem, I miss. Now he’s angry and running his mouth.
“You little bitch. You think that rock-star likes you. Please. You should feel lucky I want to fuck you.”
This time, I stomp on his foot. I don’t miss and he yelps, releasing me.
Before I can think to move, Omar, Shag’s security guard, the one who walked me to my first ever meal onboard, is between me and Mr. Stalker, shoving him back.
A second later, a shirtless blur appears.
My vision is tunneling and I’m not sure what’s happening. I think the blur is Shag, which makes no sense since I still hear music. Closing my eyes, I try to fight the dizziness that I suspect is a result of the booze. I’ve lost count of how many shots I swallowed down.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to throw up.
Yep. I am.
Unable to stop the inevitable, I bow over and spew out the cause of my distress.
With my stomach empty, I slide down the wall and land on my ass, right before the world goes dark.
About C.L. Riley’s ‘Backstage/Groupie Days’
When was the first time you went backstage? What band was it?
The first time I went backstage was in 1979. I was fourteen. I know. I know. I lied about my age a lot and looked way older. The concert was in Portland, OR, at the Paramount Theatre. The band was The Cars.
Who was your first rock-star crush? Did you ever meet that person?
My first crush was Paul Stanley, from KISS; I was just 10 when I plastered my walls with KISS posters. My first rock album was KISS Alive. And yes, I did meet Paul Stanley and KISS. It was during the timeframe when they had stopped wearing their makeup…bummer.
Did you know anyone before they were famous?
When I was around fifteen, Courtney Love lived in Portland, OR, and hung out with our ‘group.’ We went to some concerts together, danced at the same underage clubs, and in all honestly, I was annoyed with her because I felt like she’d ‘stolen’ my best friend, Robin. I named one of my characters in Bad Beats after Robin. I have not remained close with Courtney though we have communicated a couple of times in recent years. She is a very fascinating person.
Who were your favorite bands to ‘party’ with?
That’s a hard question. So many of the guys were a blast. I’ll tell you who I couldn’t stand: Van Halen. They treated women like dogs. I loved Def Leppard and AC/DC. Even rode back to the hotel party in AC/DC’s limo. Limo rides were a big deal back then, especially when you’re with the band. One time, I had all of Night Ranger piled in my tiny car! I drove Rick Savage from Def Leppard back to the hotel…I didn’t go home until morning. Wink. Wink.
What kinds of memorabilia did you collect while hanging out with the bands?
Of course, things like guitar picks and drumsticks, t-shirts etc. I had a really cool robe from China that I got from Chris Glenn (Bass Player, MSG) and a pair of brown socks from Michael Schenker (Lead Guitar, MSG). I have numerous Do Not Disturb door-hangers from hotels and coasters from bars. Yes, I had fake ID. It was the Eighties! I have a great selection of autographs, including Roger Daltrey from The Who.
Was there a group you wanted to meet but never had the chance?
A couple. The biggie was The Rolling Stones. I saw them in concert, in 1982, at the Seattle Kingdome, but went with a guy to the show. I liked this guy a lot, and he was my Mick Jagger substitute, but I regret never meeting the real Mick Jagger. I never saw Led Zepplin or Pink Floyd either.
Best Rock-Star kiss?
Another tough question…really tough. Jake E Lee (Lead Guitar, Ozzy Osbourne), Doc Neesen (Lead Singer, Angel City), Neil Murray (Bass, White Snake), Brian Johnson (Lead Singer, AC/DC)
Today we are celebrating the release of HARTSTRINGS by L.L. Collins. This is a contemporary romance title and the third book in the Jaded Regret series! The book is available for FREE on Kindle Unlimited!
HARTSTRINGS by L.L. Collins
Jaded Regret, #3
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Tanner Hart, the All-American bad boy bass guitarist of Jaded Regret, has one motto— play women’s bodies like he does the strings of his guitar— hard, in tune, and giving it his all until the show is over. The only strings he wants attached to him are the ones he plays on the stage.
He has quite the reputation, even with his own band, and he likes it that way. It keeps the truth of who he really is locked deep inside. But there’s so much more to him than anyone really knows…
Now that he’s successful, he can afford to find out what really happened to the only girl who’s ever held his heart. The only thing is…will he really want to know the truth?
When Mackenzie ‘Mac’ Shepard finds herself in a situation she’s been in too many times before, she expects to do what she’s always done— cover it up, accept the apologies, and move on. She knows trying to get out is futile. What she doesn’t expect is for the world famous Tanner Hart to burst into her life like a knight in sexy armor.
When their lives collide and hearts get involved, can Tanner keep his hartstrings from being tangled up in his past, or can he make a new kind of music… with his heart?
Previous Books in the Series
Sentenced (Jaded Regret #1)
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L.L. Collins loves spending her days in the Florida sun with her husband and two boys. LL has been writing since she was old enough to write. Always a story in her head, she finally decided to let the characters out made her lifelong dream of becoming an author come true in the self-publishing world. She’s the author of the Living Again Series and the Twisted Series, plus standalones, Back to the Drawing Board, SENTENCED, and Snared: A Jaded Regret Novel. Visit LL on her website, www.llcollinsauthor.com and on all social media. Look for more of her emotionally charged novels soon!
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Tank’s life began and ended when he got involved with the Fallen Angel’s MC. That same year his ex-girlfriend, Candy took his little girl and ran. Tank lived through the club trying to pick up the pieces of his broken life.
Years later his daughter Bella shows up on his doorstep alone. With her mother missing, Tank takes his daughter in and loves her. When Tank met Cher his world seemed to be falling into place. He had his daughter back and his new girlfriend.
Life seemed good, too good. When his life is sent into a tailspin, he relies on his club to protect his family from the one person that hurt both of his girls. Will Tank be able to come to terms with the past and keep his newfound family together or he will lose them all again?
I make a mental note to talk to Creed about this little prick when I get in. For now, I need to try and get some sleep. Like that’s going to happen now.
I lie in bed and thank god for the guys. If it wasn’t for Griff I would have never been able to keep Bella under the radar for so long. I knew I didn’t want her in this shit since she came to live with me but it’s not an easy task to keep her away from it.
Griff and his ex-wife, Sandra did all they could to help me but it looks like that’s about to come to an end tomorrow. She can’t stay here anymore and sending her to Sandra’s isn’t an option either. She has her own life to deal with and Bella is mine.
I don’t know that I can ever thank them enough for helping me as much as they have.
Closing my eyes, I know I need to get some sleep to deal with this hell.
By michelle ferrari-johnson on February 12, 2016
This story is about Tank, the Fallen Angels VP!
Cher, is Tank’s girlfriend and his world. She is threatened by her ex. Quickly Tank learns Cher’s ex, Thomas, is also responsible for his daughter’s pain and suffering.
The Fallen Angels protect each other without question. This story is well written and will have you hanging onto the edge of your seat.
Tank ( Fallen Angel’s MC book # 2 ) – Erin Trejo ( 5 Stars )
Tank is the Hardened , Elusive VP of the Fallen Angel’s MC….it’s the only life and family he’s ever known…Until Cher…. and he guards the few secrets he keeps with his life .
One of those secrets is he had a daughter that was taken away from him when she was an infant . Now 16 ,she has broken away form the lies, Abuse & manipulations her mother used over her to get to know the man that abandoned her all those years ago …or did he ??
But how do you tell the new woman in your life ,that you have a teenage daughter and expect that she’ll hang around amongst all the other terrifying things in your world ?
Just when it seems it can’t get any worse Hopelessness, Pain and Violence from the past floats back into their lives threatening to tear them apart Forever .
Will Tank leave the club days behind to keep his New family safe or will the whole family Rally together to protect what’s theirs ???
I’ve read a few books by Erin Trejo before and each story she creates gets better and better .!!
Tank is the second book in The Fallen Angel’s MC Series. I got hooked on them while reading Creed and couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into Tank & Cher’s Storyline. Believe me Erin didn’t disappoint me .
Tank is Action packed with Hot Bikers who love to Dominate, Strong , Beautiful Woman with pasts that left them Broken and with Battlescars , and need help learning to love again. Raw, Emotional Heartbreak ,Twisted, Mind Numbing Violence and before I forget the juiciest part Earth Shattering Sex Scenes that leave you breathless and yearning for more .
I didn’t expect to find out that a Rough , Dominant VP of a Biker Gang, was a father and that he had his daughter ripped from his arms by his Ex , It was very sad to read the tormented words batted back and forth between father and Daughter , because they both wanted to reconnect , but had been hurt so bad …. all because of a woman that shouldn’t have been a mother ….Who really wasn’t a mother figure at all .
OMG…Cher and Tank together. I love them to pieces . Tank knows just the way to push Cher to the brink of total bliss and then pull away to make her mad inside . I loved how Tank tried to push her away, it was heart breaking to read ,but both of them were already so much in love that it hurt to leave that new found hope.
Every time they would fight I was dying inside ..until they had the best make up sex every imagined .!!
Erin , I need my own Tank !!!
I Don’t know how I’m going to make it until the next book is released . you may find me sitting in my room, rocking back and forth , pulling my hair out slowly until it’s release .
Hurry Erin before I’m institutionalized for lack of Smoldering Hot , Dangerous Bikers with hearts !!
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Series: Kavanagh Legends #2
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Date: June 14, 2016
Praised by Penelope Ward as “a unique story line with multiple layers to it,” Sarah Robinson’s Saving a Legend goes another round with the brooding Kavanagh brothers: MMA fighters who won’t call it quits in the ring, or in romance.His family’s gym has produced a roster of mixed martial arts legends, but so far Kieran Kavanagh hasn’t followed in their footsteps. After a brawl lands him in jail, Kieran is assigned to work at a center for at-risk youth. Though given a second chance, Kieran’s simply going through the motions—until he meets one very special kid, Shea Doherty, and falls hard for her very beautiful, very grown-up big sister, Fiona. The trouble is, Kieran’s best opening moves are getting him nowhere fast.
Fiona Doherty has too many responsibilities to fool around, especially now that she has custody of Shea. Sure, she’d love to find a devoted partner. But she won’t jeopardize her sister’s happiness—or risk revealing her tortured past—on a love-’em-and-leave-’em type of guy like Kieran . . . so it’s up to him to prove her wrong. As Fiona spends more time with Kieran, she starts to see a softer side of the reckless warrior. Now she must admit that when it comes to the possibility of real love, well . . . there’s a fighting chance.
Sarah Robinson is the bestselling
author of the Kavanagh Legends series, The Photographer Trilogy, and the Sand
& Clay rock star series. A native of Washington, D.C., Robinson has both
her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in criminal psychology. She is married to a
local police officer who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she
is. Together, they own a zoo of rescue and foster animals.
It’s In His Smile by Shelly Alexander
She’s risking it all on a dream career… until his smile convinces her to risk her heart on love.
Miranda Cruz isn’t just the best darned waitress in town anymore; she’s Red River’s newest innkeeper. All she has to do is renovate the inn, find the contractor that has disappeared with her life’s savings, and prove that she is the respectable business owner she’s always dreamed of being. Easy, right? Especially for the intelligent Miss Cruz who never depends on anyone, including a man. Until a gorgeous old flame shows up and reignites a fire that has been simmering for seven long years and could send her dreams up in smoke.
Acclaimed environmental architect, Talmadge Oaks, returns home to Red River to settle family business. He plans to get in and get out as quickly as possible because a professional catastrophe is waiting for him back in the Pacific Northwest. When an unforeseen snag keeps him in Red River longer than expected, he finds himself entangled with the floundering renovations of his late grandmother’s old Victorian inn. Handy with a hammer, Talmadge offers to help the inn’s beautiful new owner, but his motives aren’t completely selfless. Will his secret demolish everything they are building? Or will their undeniable passion and love be enough to hold them together?
After Talmadge’s colossal gaffe yesterday at Joe’s, the chances of Miranda letting him take over the renovations at the inn were about as good as her contractor giving back her money.
The way he saw it, he had two options.
One: play the I’m-your-creditor card and take charge of the renovations whether she agreed or not. When it came to any kind of building project, everyone followed his lead. Hell, he’d earned that leadership roll in world of architecture.
Miranda’s face glowed red with anger.
Right. Option one wasn’t working out so well.
He shifted to option two: make her think she was still in charge.
“Don’t be foolish, Miranda. You need help with this place.” Talmadge was trying real hard to keep his mind and eyes off the taut nipples showing through her thin shirt. The moment he’d turned and saw her standing in the dining room staring at him with sleepy eyes and messy pillow hair…glaring at all of them over the absurdity of superheroes while wearing silly cartoon pajamas… Well, hell. His throat had closed up, and he’d wanted to toss her over his shoulder and take her to back to bed. This time with him in it too.
About the Author
A 2014 Golden Heart® finalist, Shelly Alexander grew up traveling the world, earned a bachelor’s degree in marketing, and worked in the business world for twenty-five years. With four older brothers, she watched every Star Trek episode ever made, joined the softball team instead of ballet class, and played with G.I. Joes while the Barbie Corvette stayed tucked in the closet. When she had three sons of her own, she decided to escape her male-dominated world by reading romance novels and has been hooked ever since. Now, she spends her days writing steamy contemporary romances while tending to a miniature schnauzer named Omer, a tiny toy poodle named Mozart, and a pet boa named Zeus.
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What happens when an unrepentant Cleat Chaser meets the player of her dreams?
Nikki Graves has a history of going through the baseball roster with an eye for talent–the kind of talent that keeps things spicy between the sheets. But, once she meets Braden Bradford, catcher for the Ravens, her talent scout days are done. He’s the one.
Braden has never met a woman like Nikki, and he can’t get enough of her smart mouth and big heart. But life isn’t always as direct and certain as the connection between Braden and Nikki. When family objections and career trajectories begin to crowd the plate, will Braden be able to keep his catch of a lifetime?
Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.
Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.
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