He’s twenty-four. She’s eighteen.His life is exactly the way he’s always wanted it to be…stable.She’s quite possibly the very definition of unstable.Noah saved her.Georgina never wanted to be saved.Growing up, Noah Clark was passed from one relative to the next until he finally ended up living with his abusive, alcoholic uncle in Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina. Thanks in part to the unwavering love and support of his best friend, Ellie Turner, Noah survived those years, escaped his uncle, and grew into the man he is today. Now he runs his own business and lives a pretty normal, no-nonsense life-one where he maintains a high level of control. Georgina is Ellie’s younger sister. Four months ago, Noah saved Georgie’s life, but he thought that was where his involvement with his friend’s sister would end. Now Georgie has returned home from the recovery facility her parents sent her away to and Noah, still haunted by the night that connects them, can’t stop himself from continuously trying to protect this girl he barely knows. But is he willing to give up all of the control he’s worked so hard to build in his life and risk everything for her? Even more importantly, would she do the same for him?**NEW ADULT ROMANCE**Recommended for 18+ due to sexual content, language, and adult themes. This is the first book in Sarah Darlington’s Kill Devil Hills Series. All four books in the series are interconnected standalones, meaning each features a different couple.
One drinking night out with his best friend and ending back up at her house. Noah Clark got a lot more then he bargained for and found out just how quickly you can sober up when you wonder up the stair in the middle of the night to use one of the many bathrooms in her parents house to find her younger sister lying on the floor passed out and bleeding. After losing her brother Georgina couldn’t handle the pain and decided to make some not so smart choices that she would have to come to terms with one day. With the help of her family and the friends she makes at the Cove and one unlikely person that just so happen to save her life. Is Noah the one person who can pull Georgina from the demons within her and is she the possible key to getting him to let his guards down
Review by Twinsie Dee
I write New Adult and Contemporary Romance books that are both steamy and sweet, with a touch of agnst. I love creating book boyfriends you won’t soon forget.
My latest… Joe Coffee☕️
I’m a mom to two young kiddos, both on the spectrum, so my days are never the same and always busy.
Sometimes, Goodbye is the Only Way
Raider Black, Leader of the Novus Pack, will do anything for his people. His word is his bond no matter the sacrifice. Novus has always come first.
Theodora Morrissey is a gift from The Goddess to the Lycan world. It doesn’t take someone with her psychic abilities to see that her future is in jeopardy.
When Theo is discovered bloodied, beaten, violated, and broken, Black must find a way for her to be healed or his dream for their future will be destroyed.
I received this book from the author for an honest review.
Lord. I finished this book last night and I am still having a hard time trying to figure out how to word my review. This book is absolutely everything a person who loves paranormal will want and need to read. The emotional build of this story is so overwhelming I was in tears by 7% of the story and again I was bawling by 30%. There is so much that happens to Theo and Raider. SO much happens to the Novus Pack plus all the friends of the couple in this story. It is impossible to read the story and leave it without being utterly stunned by the genius writing and flow.
I KNEW going in this book would have hard and difficult content. Melanie kept apologizing to me for what I was about to read. But the journey the couple takes IS needed for them both to realize they need the other to complete themselves.
Raider is so selfless in worrying for his people first he does the hardest thing he has ever done by letting Theo go. Theo knows Raider and the Pack will not be ok unless she leaves so she makes the decision to leave for another Pack. These two make the ultimate sacrifice, putting aside their love and desire for the other for everyone one else so Raider can keep his promise to another Pack. When that sacrifice ends up costing Theo, she pays the highest price a women can pay, Raider and the pack come to aide THEIR Seer.
The couple deal with A LOT. They deal with the guilt they both have. They deal with the inability to express themselves for fear of what the other might be thinking or wanting. They deal with miscommunication over everything they have been through.
This book is absolutely about love and the price people pay. It’s about commitment and how you don’t turn your back on those you love when times get hard. It’s about loving people even when they don’t love themselves. It’s about FAMILY and how even when you fight, you never really turn your back on those you love.
The emotions run deep in this story. The laughs are hard to come by at times, but the bonds of love and family are throughout the story. I will say seeing the set up for Lore’s mate……my heart was going pitter patter. That mass murdering wolf, personal guard and tutor of Theo’s has a special place in my heart. Also seeing Tex will be having a story later on down the road too made me happy.
I cannot wait for another book in the series. I cannot wait for more from this pack and the characters. It makes me so happy to be privileged to get early copies even if life sucks and I have to wait 2 weeks to read it.
M. Jayne doesn’t know what she wants to be when and if she ever grows up. She’s worked retail, recorded hearings in a Federal Courtroom, worked behind the scenes with security at a casino and currently she is living her dream writing Romance. She plots and plans from her farm in central Indiana that she shares with her husband and two mastiffs, Ginger and Duncan Keith.
When she isn’t creating she can be found watching sports, searching for the perfect mascara and reading. She also loves questionable TV- Any Real Housewives, The Steve Wilkos Show and Live PD. Plus she is addicted to the TMZ app on her phone. M. Jayne loves to meet readers. She attends many conferences and signings. Please take a moment and introduce yourself and tell her what you are reading.
“You’re coming with me.”
When Killian Brody showed up at Dallas Faircloth’s work with news that her half-brother might die without her help, she never expected the oldest and sexiest Brody to freaking kidnap her to seal the deal on her cooperation.
The scandalous affair between Dallas’s mother and Killian’s father made everything inside Dallas revolt at the Brody name. It was because of a Brody her world had been left in ruins at the age of eight, and she’d had to rebuild all on her own. She hated the Brodys. Which was too bad, really. Killian Brody was take-charge, arrogant and so damn sexy she would have climbed that rugged cowboy like a tree if it weren’t for that last name of his.
Her mother had proven the men in the Brody family were as dangerously addictive as any drug, and Dallas didn’t want to get hooked. But when Killian turns his sights on her and makes her believe she’s the one he can’t live without, she has a choice—play it safe, or dive in headfirst and risk falling in love with a Brody man.
***This standalone contemporary romance contains multiple sex scenes. Also contains an Alpha with serious impulse issues, a spicy heroine, a felonious kidnapping that may or may not count, and one teeny little spanking. No cheating, no love triangles, no cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed. Due to adult language and sexual content, this book is not intended for people under the age of eighteen***
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader’s Copy of this book.
Welcome back to Bitterhorn Texas and say HELLO hottie to the oldest Brody brother Killian.
Ok, somethings to know about Killian: number 1 he’s a man that always gets what he wants no matter what it is. Number 2; he has a tendency to act without thinking whether this is by action or saying something, and number 3, the man is a protector which means sometimes he does number two because of this.
Dallas Faircloth is a woman who hates the Brody name and never thought she would see Bitterhorn again. Why you ask? Simple, because her mother and Killian’s father had a affair which lead to a child, which lead to the absolute destruction of two families and the lives of 5 children as they knew it.
Oh my, the heat between these two I can feel all the way from Texas to my house in KY!!!!
The relationship between these two in the beginning is rough to say the least, after all he did “kidnap” her and bring her back to Bitterhorn. She was coming back on her own but he didn’t know that when he grabbed her. See here’s the thing, the half brother that they share was hurt and no one was a match but her, so even though she was coming back to help the little brother he didn’t know that so it was technically kidnapping but not really. LOL
When they stop fighting and start talking they see how much they have in common, neither lived the life the other thought they did growing up, and they start having feelings for each other.
Gail has done another awesome job at showing yes alpha men can be for lack of a better word a**holes, but they have feelings too and maybe can turn that part of themselves off for the love of a woman that will stand of to that and show them that they can show their softer side to the world.
The last Brody brother is going to be the baby Des, he’s going to be a doozy and I can’t wait to see the woman who claims him.
If he hates me for what happened 8 years ago, just imagine how he feels now…
Do I feel bad for accidentally hooking up with the one who broke my heart?
Should I feel bad for extorting him for a job that I need?
But like I said, I need the job.
Life’s kind to some people.
Exhibit A: Devon Leo
Hot, brooding loner in high school → hot, brooding billionaire tech tycoon who’s an international mans!ut.
Exhibit Me: Skylar Kay
Your everyday average nobody → college dropout, moonlighting stripper nobody who’s drowning in debt.
The least he can do for breaking my heart is give me a job.
Yeah, the one I blackmailed him for.
I just didn’t think the job was for a position under him.
I’ll have to be careful not to get under him. Again.
Because this time, his reputation isn’t just on the line.
My heart is.
A slow, synth beat starts to thump, muted, from the speakers all around the dim room. I was hoping for something a little more upbeat since I’m running on three hours of sleep, and the velvety couches lining the walls of the VIP Room are starting to look like plush black clouds at this point of the night. If I strain my ears, I can hear the enthused and muffled whomp-whomp-whomp in the main room where everyone’s hunting — for money or attention.
The VIP Room is just quiet enough for the patrons sparsely spread throughout the area to converse with the dancers whose time they’re procuring hourly. Of course, some of them aren’t really looking for conversation.
The pudgy, leering man sitting in front of me looks up hungrily as I lean forward to fill his vision with my heavy breasts. Even though they’re taped down securely, I’m still paranoid that the thin, elastic straps of my black, lacy bikini are going to snap, leaving me with no more than black, lacy pasties with sad, dangly tentacles.
I say ‘bikini,’ but it’s the kind you’d never wear in public unless you want to scandalize parents at the public pool and become a budding teenage boy’s first wet dream. The kind that would never survive a cannonball, and the one that makes your nightmare of seeing your bikini pieces floating up right next to you come true. More like a skinny dip-kini.
Bill holds out a few Andrew Jacksons, and I push my hip toward him so he can slip it into the side string of my thong. He takes his time, his dry fingers grazing roughly against my skin, taking advantage of the one opportunity during our time together that I let him touch me. After all, he’s more generous with his tips when I let him brush a feel or two during our hour.
Lowering my voice to a sultry hum, I purr, “Stay for a little longer, Bill.”
He chuckles in that not smooth way — the sound gutturally choked by his bubbling lust.
“Can’t tonight, baby.” He lowers his voice, trying to sound seductive. “Unless you want to come home with me.”
He arches his brow with a cheesy smile as his fingers touch his wallet.
It makes me feel dirty. Very, very dirty. And not in the sexy way.
For eight hours a night, a few nights a week, my sensitive bitties of skin are slapped on with cash like I’m a papier-mache project. I’m basically rolling around in money, and if you mix in a little paste, you can make a cash cast out of me. But let me tell you, the whole ‘rolling in dough’ thing is an idea that’s only appealing to be entertained theoretically.
I mean, money’s pretty gross if you think about it. You never know where it’s been. Stuffed in wallets, forgotten in pockets, hidden in shoes or bras, dropped in gasoline-laden puddles on the street, handled by greasy, pizza-oiled hands, rolled to snort coke, slid into a stripper’s asscrack.
The first time I went home with a huge stack of tips, I did it. I spread out a bed of green and laid down on it. It’s really not that exciting. But go ahead and try. And if you’re more like me than you are Ebenezer Scrooge, you’ll find out that carpeting your floor with money doesn’t make it any softer.
It’s still cold, hard cash. In a cold, hard world.
I fight the urge to scrunch my nose, instead lowering them to watch my manicured fingers walk up his white dress shirt, his suit jacket lying forgotten next to him to minimize the layers between us. “You know I can’t go home with customers.”
Can’t, won’t, don’t want to. What’s the difference? In the end, it’s not going to happen.
Some of my clients are sweethearts. Just lonely ones. But some men, like Bill, wave around their money using the carrot-and-stick approach. The cash being the carrot, and the stick being… well, their stick. When I say I don’t provide those services, they don’t back down.
They raise their offer.
Bill’s eyes travel over me as he continues fingering his bulge. The wallet, of course. It’s not the only thing bulging in his pants, but at least he knows which of the two I’m interested in, period.
The lines in his shoulders relax as he gives up for the night and leans back against the couch. His doughy cheeks pull back into a smile.
“Shame,” he drawls pointedly, hinting at how much I’m missing out.
Considering that chipmunk sized tent he’s pitching, I’m pretty confident I’m not missing out on much.
But I hood my eyes seductively and pout a little bit. “You can always stick around for a little longer. You know how much I love spending time with you.”
Ten months ago, I would’ve never imagined I could make a man empty his wallet just by changing where and how I look at him.
I still remember my first day at Starlette when Sage, the strip club’s house mom, pulled me back from making my awkward rounds waddling around the floor. It was my first wearing six-inch fuck-me heels when I’ve only ever worn two-inch-high Mary Janes for church.
She pursed her lips and said, “Honey, if these men wanted to look at a woman who looks as miserable as you do out there, they’d go home to their wives.”
She made a science out of flirtation and laughed when I whipped out my trusty pen and paper. Gave me a big “mhm, you do that” when I said I’d go research all about ‘the art of seduction.’
Even now, Sage likes to joke that her greatest accomplishment to date is turning “Sunday School Skye” turn into “Devilishly Dazzling Destiny.”
Flashing a toothy, hopeful smile, Bill changes tactic. “Then how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”
I’m obviously not going to get him to stay another hour tonight. Lowering my voice huskily, I brush back his hair with the lightest of touches. “Dating is against the rules. But you’ll be the first to know if that ever changes.”
My own rules. Nothing against the other dancers who do date their customers. Believe me, I heard some of the cute love stories shared in the back, and even I’ve dreamed about a sexy, respectful millionaire who can’t resist me after a crotch grind, a motorboat, or an hour of very fulfilling conversation in the half-nude who wants to get to know the real me. And then I remember my clientele includes… well… Bill and his ilk.
No offense. Bill behaves (most of the time), and some of my regulars are nice. But even if I were interested in any of them (which, spoiler alert, I’m not), my stomach doesn’t get all fluttery with butterflies when they’re talking about their wives and kids. A club isn’t exactly ideal breeding grounds for a relationship… or breeding.
That doesn’t mean I don’t pretend I want them. I do. I pretend hard.
Winking at Bill, I peel myself off the couch and straighten as I turn around, looking at him cutely over my shoulder. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to handle a heartbreaker like you.”
He chuckles low in the back of his throat. “Baby, I’d never break your heart.”
I feel a little bitter on behalf of his wife. She’s probably sitting home right now on a Wednesday night, helping their six-year-old son with his alphabets or maths or coloring homework, while he’s here, dishing out his paycheck for a few boob shimmies and butt rolls.
But I shouldn’t complain. After all, Bill is a platinum donor to the Skylar Kay Survival Foundation.
“You break my heart every time you leave.” I wink before walking away, swaying my hips and letting my ass shake.
A couple of wandering eyes flit over to me as I sashay through the room. This is about as private as it gets for those who don’t have enough dough to cough up for some actual one-on-one time in one of the Champagne Rooms.
Nothing sketchy happens back there, of course. At least, it’s not supposed to. But it’s not unusual for a dancer to take off her bikini top for the several extra hundreds she’s getting for the same hour-long session.
I’ve never, and I won’t ever. Not because I think I’m better than any of the other women (God knows I’m in just as much of a shithole, if not in a worse one, as some of them). But I’m just not that comfortable with exposing my nips to strangers who don’t even know my real name. Only my ex-boyfriend has ever seen my bare nipples, and that’s not going to change for any amount of money.
I envy the girls who dance here because they love flaunting their gorgeous bodies and basking in the spotlight. But I’m not one of them.
I love dancing — heck, I wanted to be a professional dancer — but I’d rather dance with clothes on and not on a stage with a pole on it. I’m a statistical cliche working here out of desperation.
“You can always come home with me,” Bill says optimistically, trying one last time as we head toward the exit. “You know I’ll take real good care of you.”
It does make me wonder whether men’s bedroom skills improve if they pay for sex. Do they try to make the most of their money? Or is it an easy done deal since the sex is an expectation?
I’d assume the latter.
Is it terrible that I assume they’re mediocre at sex? Maybe even bad at it? Horrible? The lose-faith-in-mankind’s-manhood kind of sex?
Either way, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been around one and a half naked guys. The second one was a Tinder date that finished with a handjob that lasted twenty seconds. We took a longer time taking our pants off. Not our clothes. Just our pants. Like I said, he didn’t even see my nipples.
Tinder Dude definitely made me lose faith in Tinder, and I haven’t even tried hooking up with anyone since. Why bother if I’m just a heated, fleshy replacement for some Kleenex?
At the door, the bouncer stands menacingly with his thick, meaty arms crossed, glaring at the pasty, Pillsbury Doughboy-esque businessman.
Bill knows the drill. He pulls his wallet out so fast, I would’ve missed it if I blinked.
I brush my fingers along his elbow as I press my boobs against his arm, drawing his attention to my cleavage.
“Come see me again, Bill,” I coo. “You know I’m here from Wednesday to Saturday, eight to four.”
Maybe I should become a camgirl instead. I got the script down pat.
Thanks for watching my strip show! Don’t forget to click on that Subscribe button to watch me fiddle my channel!
Bill doesn’t bother hiding his disappointment when I pull away, but the tease is what keeps him coming back every week.
“Destiny,” he murmurs, his eyes still glued to my tits. He raises them to wink at me. “You’ll warm up to me one day.”
Internally, I cringe. I really, really doubt it.
But winking with a perfectly practiced, sugary sweet smile, I croon, “See you next week, Bill.”
About Vic Tyler:
Vic Tyler is a new author of contemporary romance novels.
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Tell us your name and then a bit about yourself.
Hope Daniels, I’m half of the writing team to the Magical Forces Series books.
Where is your favorite place to write and what food must be present?
My favorite place to write is actually outside. Unfortunately, the sun makes it difficult to stay out there long and write. So, my second favorite place to write is in my bedroom with my feet up and music playing.
What are you favorite things about attending signings?
Meeting the readers and introducing them to my books. My characters take on a life of their own and I tend to get animated when I talk about them. 🙂
I love the interaction between authors and getting to meet the authors that I read and review. The energy is undeniable. If you weren’t pumped before you arrived, you will be before you leave.
What author would you love to meet (Who is your unicorn author)?
Nora Roberts, Larissa Ione, Lorelei James (Sorry, I couldn’t pick just one)
What author would you love to write with?
Dianna Love, Larissa Ione
What is your favorite memory so far as an author?
Holding my first paperback in my hands is one. The one which made me tear up is when we were at an event and a fan came to our table and said they read our book and loved it. Now they needed it in paperback.
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Quinn Taleisin hates secrets, and shadows, and subterfuge. Which is why she still can’t believe she agreed to become a member of the Guardians, an elite force of immortals tasked with keeping the balance between good and evil in the world.
Sounds great, except, to be a guardian you must agree to live in secrecy. Quinn is a wind elemental. Being caged in by secrecy is worse than death for someone like her. She can’t imagine a worse fate—until she’s asked to work with Lachon Findel, the man she holds responsible for her mother’s death and her father’s insanity.
Lachon is the oldest living elemental in the world. Known as Lachon the Law, he’s an earth element; a man who sees the world in black and white, right and wrong. So maybe once, briefly, a hundred years ago she thought he was a good guy. She knew better now. No way would she fall for his savior of the world shtick.
When the dangers of the past catch up with them, Quinn realizes the only way either of them will make it out alive is if she can put the ghosts of the past behind her and finally trust the flesh and blood man in front of her.
Award Winning Paranormal Romance Author, Rayanne Haines lives on the Canadian prairies with the man of her dreams, two young men, and an obsessive compulsive english bulldog named Bella.
She grew up on a small horse ranch and spent most of her youth re-enacting scenes from Anne of Green Gables to attentive audiences that included pygmy goats and roan stallions. The horses were thrilled. Her father could never figure out why it took her three hours to clean the barn.
A city girl now, things haven’t changed much. She still has a fondness for mountains and rivers and all the creatures that live within them. And she still believes in Magic. Rayanne loves to write about kick-ass women and the alpha men who love them.
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Colt Henderson is a man who lives for the moment. His past has taught him that life is unpredictable and often disappointing. A confirmed bachelor, he believes that love only exists in fairy tales.
She’s lost, scared, and can’t remember a thing about her past or her identity. She senses all is not as it should be, but without her memory, how does she know what to fear and what to trust? Because of her status as a Jane Doe, she names herself Jane and works to put her life back together. In the process she learns that she possesses unique abilities that certain people will kill for.
Fate throws Colt and Jane together, but they both have a lot to learn about forgiveness and acceptance. Colt’s determination and Jane’s remarkable gifts will send them on a journey they never expected. To survive they will need each other, but sometimes facts are scarier than fiction, and the truth is better left unknown.
I don’t know what it was about this book but it had pulled in from the very beginning. Colt just wanted to get away for a while when he had a knock on his door and then the girl that was on the other side fainted in his arms and their magical journey starts there.
Review by Twinsie Dee
Since childhood, best-selling and award-winning author Amy Hale has been creating exceptional stories that summon a whirlwind of emotions and inspiration unto the reader. She loves creating characters and worlds from nothing but her imagination and a few glasses of wine. Her popular paranormal series The Shadows Trilogy has earned multiple awards, as have the Havenwood Falls books, of which she is a participating author. Her love of the written word has not only resulted in her writing some of her reader’s favorite adventures, but has also manifested itself in the form of some seriously overloaded bookshelves. She’s convinced it’s not a sickness.
She debuted her first fiction novel in 2015 after retiring from 13 years of non-fiction writing for various online entities. For the last couple of decades, she’s also carried the titles of Laundry Goddess, Chef, Butt Wiper, Soother of Temper Tantrums, and in more recent years, Moderator of Sarcastic Eye-rolls and Sass. She resides in Illinois with her husband and two grown children who claim they are never moving out. Regardless, they are the center of her universe, although her cat believes otherwise.
If she had any spare time, she’d love music, photography, watching Mystery Science Theater 3000 with her family, and long rides on the back of her husband’s motorcycle.
She’s housesitting at her aunt and uncle’s mini mansion. He’s the rich, brooding silverfox next door. She tempts him, he intrigues her and they both desperately want something wild.
*Each book in the Quick & Dirty series is a novella. They are all stand-alone, insta-loving, panty-melting, swoon-worthy stories to satisfy your craving for something quick and dirty*
I received a copy of this book for an honest review.
OMG!!! These short stories are amazing and I love them. It is so nice to sit down when you just a little time and read these hot and steamy stories.
Gavin is chilling in back yard when he hears music and someone singing. Not used to the neighbors being loud and hearing that voice he had to investigate. Tring to see over the top of the fence couldn’t quite see what he wanted to when a beauty popped up over the fence.
Lydia was watching her aunt and uncles house while they were away. When she finds herself in a bind only one she can thing to call on is the HOT silver fox next door. Oh man does those sparks fly when this Wild girl hooks up with the hot old man.
This series is quick, dirty, insta-love and so much fun to read. So ready for the next one in this series.
Kate spends her time away from the keyboard with her insta-love husband, her sweet baby boy and faithful pound puppy.
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Title: The Irish Cowboy (Bear Creek Rodeo)
Author: Jessica Marin
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance
Cover Designer – EDH Graphics
Release Date: May 21st, 2019
The Irish Cowboy, a sexy, short insta-love romance, is now LIVE and FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
The catcalls and whistles get old, but cowboys are a necessary evil when you work at the Bear Creek Rodeo. While rodeo life isn’t for me, it’s the only thing supporting my secret side career. I live a double life, but I know my dream of returning to the big city is close to becoming reality. If being an orphan has taught me anything, it’s that you can’t count on anyone but yourself. Working for the rodeo brings many distractions and I can’t afford the complications that come with sliding between the sheets with a smooth talker in tight jeans and a cowboy hat. I have big plans for myself and none of them include being charmed by any of these cowboy Casanovas.
But then I meet the infamous Rhett Kearney, who makes my stomach flutter by just saying my name. One kiss from his gorgeous Irish lips turn my world upside down and my panties inside out.
My timeline doesn’t include falling for a handsome cowboy… but it might be too late for that.
As one of the top saddle bronc riders in the world, I’m no stranger to hard work that draws out blood, sweat and tears. Every time I leave Ireland to compete, I feel the weight of my birthright square on my shoulders, but nothing compares to the roar of a crowd when I climb onto that bucking horse, riding it as hard as I can for those eight seconds. The goal has always been the same — compete in US National Rodeo Finals and make as much money as I can. It’s a race against time, as age is not your friend when you are a professional cowboy. So I don’t waste my time chasing skirts and getting tangled up with a pretty face who’s looking for her next meal ticket out of town.
But I couldn’t prepare myself for the sassy Tessa Mandel or the punch to the gut when I see her beautiful baby blue eyes flare with desire, making me want to risk it all for one more taste of her honeysuckle kisses.
I didn’t travel halfway around the world to lose. I’m taking home my grand prize… she just doesn’t know it’s her yet.
Bear Creek Rodeo is a series of contemporary western love stories written by bestselling authors Jennifer D. Bokal, Amy L. Gale, Sara Jolene, Jessica Marin and Kirsten Osbourne.
Jessica Marin began her love affair with books at a young age from the encouragement of her
Grandma Shirley. She has always dreamed of being an author and finally made her dreams of
writing happily ever after stories a reality. She currently resides in Tennessee with her husband,
children and fur babies. When she’s not hanging out with her family, she loves watching a good
movie, going dancing with the ladies, sniffing essential oils and daydreaming of warm beaches,
winning the lotto and world peace.
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Until Valerie (Part of Aurora Rose Reynolds’ Happily Ever Alpha World)
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Let Me In Series (Hollywood Romance that has second chance at love, enemies to lovers and friends to lovers romance novels)
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