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BLOG TOUR, REVIEW & GIVEAWAY!! FRAUD by Lily White

Title: Fraud

Series: Antihero Inferno #2

Author: Lily White

Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone

Release Date: June 24, 2020

‘A super sexy enemies to lovers romance that was FIRE HOT! I am obsessed with this series.’ ~Keri Loves Books

 

 

‘I freaking LOVE this series! Even though we are only 2 books in, I know that this will be one of my all time favorites!’ ~Two Sassy Chicks

Eighth Circle.

Fraud.

Also known as Gabriel Dane.

 

 

He is a ray of sunshine that warms your heart with kind eyes and a dazzling smile.

Don’t let him fool you with that silver tongue or lure you in with a body that draws every woman’s eye. This man is fluent in deception and a devil who only offers pretty lies.

Gabriel is my old nemesis.

I’m the girl that always fought back.

He has every reason to hate me as much as I hate him.

 

 

Now that he found me, he’s determined to make me pay for our past.

Except, there are two small details Gabriel doesn’t know that will be his ultimate downfall:

There are no rules when it comes to our war.

And I’ve learned to lie just as good as him.

***Each novel in the series depicts a unique romance, but the plots through each book connect in one world. For the best experience, read the series in order.

Nine Standalone novels. Nine dangerous men. Nine unrepentant sinners you’ll hate to love.

 

 

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5 STARS

I freaking LOVE this series! Even though we are only 2 books in, I know that this will be one of my all time favorites!

I’ve been looking forward to Gabes story since he was introduced in book 1, Treachery. Gabe is known as Fraud because he is the master at lying. You would think that there wouldn’t be a woman who could challenge a master manipulator, but you’d be wrong.

Enter Ivy.

She is the spoiled daughter of the governor. She and Gabe have a long-standing, years old feud. It’s a classic enemies to lovers read, but with all of the classic Lily twists!

I love both of these characters; their passion, their pranks, and the two things they keep hidden: their hearts. They are so perfect for each other.
What I also love is that we are a tiny bit closer to finding out how the Inferno boys are going to top their fathers.

I can’t wait for the next book, Violence. Bring on Ezra!!

 

Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.

 

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BOOK TOUR, REVIEW & GIVEAWAY!! TREACHERY by Lily White

Title: Treachery

Series: Antihero Inferno #1

Author: Lily White

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: May 27, 2020

 

Ninth Circle.

Treachery.

Also known as Tanner Caine.

 

 

He is a temptation with cold, dark eyes. 

A man with a seductive smirk and a body built for pure sin. 

The linchpin of a group of wealthy bad boys known as the Inferno.

 

 

A dark presence that repels as much as he attracts, Tanner is the poisoned apple I want to bite even when I know it will destroy me.

 

 

Our story started in college, but I ran from him so far I believed I was safe.

I should have known he’d find me eventually.

I should have known that nobody escapes.

 

 

He has me in his sights again with an offer I can’t pass up.

I know better than to make a deal with the Devil. 

Not unless I’m willing to pay his sensual price…

 

 

(Treachery is Book One of the Antihero Inferno Series. Nine Standalone novels. Nine dangerous men. Nine unrepentant sinners you’ll hate to love.)

 

 

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5 STARS

AHH!!! I was SO freaking excited for this book, and this series, and boy did it start off with a BANG!!

Tanner is everything you would expect someone with the nickname Treachery to be. Not only is he the dark, brooding leader of the Inferno, a notorious group of 9 guys, he’s the first up in this new Antihero Inferno Series.

If you didn’t read the prequel, that’s ok, because it’s included in the beginning of this book. It’s a little back story of Tanner and Luca, and the course of fate that brought them together while both attending Yale.

This first book also give us some insight into what the Inferno is, and why they do what they do. When they want or need something, the lengths they go to get what they are after know no limits.

Tanner and Luca have explosive chemistry from the very beginning, and even though Luca tries to stay away from him, she knows that she’s been caught in his web. She just doesn’t know how caught. But Luca is strong and determined, no matter what Tanner seems to throw her way.

What I love about Tanner is, while there are many times to despise him, you can see as the story progresses, his subtle changes. He goes from only thinking about his wants and needs to worrying about Luca. You just know that underneath the cockiness and arrogance is a beautiful soul, and watching it be revealed is a great thing. And of course no Lily book would be the same without the steam factor!

I absolutely loved this book, and will be counting down the days until Fraud is released!!

 

 

 

Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.

 

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BLOG TOUR, REVIEW & GIVEAWAY!! THE DANGER YOU KNOW BY LILY WHITE

 

Title: The Danger You Know

Author: Lily White

Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: April 22, 2020

Ari is going to maul your heart and stalk your senses. ~ Shabby, BookBistroBlog

This is how a dark stalker book should be written!! This was top notch!! In a league of its own!! ~ Kitty Kats Crazy About Books

Probably the best stalker romance I have ever read! ~ I like Books Best

You’ll judge me.

Hate me and tell me I’m wrong.

Refuse to see how my darkness is what she needs.

While I don’t particularly care about your feelings in the matter, and while I pursue her despite the wedding bells that rang for another, only I can see how she is drowning beneath mediocrity.

How many times must I remind her?

It can’t matter that I am the person who ruined her life.

The man who killed her father.

The constant shadow that watches her sleep.

The lover who prefers dirty alleyways to freshly laundered sheets

 

She’s mine. Always has been. 

I’m the worst thing for her, yet I’m the only salvation she knows.

He had his chance to make her happy.

He failed.

He didn’t see how she was dying inside because he couldn’t know her.

Not like I know her.

 

I am her stalker.

Her protector.

And the only man that can bring her back to life.

 

 

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5 STARS
Holy cow on a cracker! This is the MOTHER of all stalker stories. It’s the kind of story that makes you want one of your own, especially if he’s like Ari!
Right off the bat, this book starts off with a bang, and it just keeps going. Lily has this way of writing that sucks you in, grips you tight, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, she rocks your world and changes things up.
Adeline and Ari’s story is a dark, twisted, complicated. But it’s more than just a man stalking a woman. It’s a love story years in the making. It’s two people ultimately destined to be together, who belong to each other. Two halves missing their other piece.
The chemistry between these two is off the charts, like you know it would be. Besides the dark, there is humor in the form of Lincoln, Ari’s right hand guy.  We also get a cameo by some favorite past characters, and if you’ve read any of Lily’s early books (hint: Master’s Series), you’ll recognize them immediately!
This book will forever go on my top-reads shelf; it’s that good. And one thing about Lily’s stories is, even though she like to keep you in the dark, there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

Clearing my throat, I whisper, “I’m a married woman.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m not sure I care.” A pause. “I’m not sure you care either.”

He runs a fingertip along the curve of my hip, and I jump, my throat slamming closed as I attempt to hide the reaction.

“Are you planning on having any fun tonight, Adeline? Or has your life become so boring, you’ve forgotten what it is?”

I don’t answer him, but it doesn’t stop Ari from having his fun.

Another soft slide of a fingertip, this time down the center of my nape, the secret touch hidden by the fall of my hair.

“I hope you know I plan to wrap my fist in this hair the first time I sink inside you.”

My entire body shivers, my lungs struggling to breathe as he pulls his hand away.

Voice a low croon, he asks, “Will you dance with me?”

Swallowing several times before I can answer, I lie to him. “I don’t dance.”

But it makes me remember when I used to lose myself to the beat of music, the hours I would spend happily working myself into a full body sweat, my hair wild, my heart pounding. I’d felt so free then. So unencumbered by the weight of responsibility that came with being the wife of Grant Cabot.

“I think you do,” he whispers.

“My husband doesn’t dance,” I say, my voice firmer because it makes me angry to admit it.

A soft chuckle. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not your husband.”

 

Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.

 

 

 

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BLOG TOUR, REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: THE VANITY OF ROSES by Lily White

 

Title: The Vanity of Roses

Author: Lily White

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: March 25, 2020

 

 

It has my 3 D’s….. DARK, DIRTY & DELICIOUS!!! ~ Tricia, Goodreads Reviewer

Wow! Talk about gut wrenching! This book tore through me in every way possible! ~ Carvanz, Goodreads Reviewer

Totally consuming! I got lost in Callan and Lisbeths twisted love story. Callan is the ultimate bully worth fighting (or submitting) for. ~Keri Loves Books

The Vanity of Roses does not disappoint. It is everything I needed. It’s dark and violent, sexy and suspenseful. ~ S.M., Wicked Reads

 

 

Callan Rose.

That hadn’t always been his name.

When we were children, he was nothing more than a servant boy in my family.

He was an amusement to me.

A nobody.

A weak soul who refused to fight back.

It was so easy to take advantage.

But then my father died, and I was stolen. The family moved on without me. Until I was penniless with no place to go.

I returned to the Rose Estate not knowing Callan was the head of it.

He’d honed his body and temper in the underground fighting ring. The scars only made him more beautiful.

Now I’m trapped by a seductively dark man who has nothing but vengeance running through his veins.

I’d always wanted him to fight back, but you know what they say:

Be careful what you wish for.

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4.5 STARS

Wow.  Lily sure knows how to write them dark!

For years, Lisbeth Rose was the Princess of the castle. On her pedestal it was very easy to look down on people, and she took great delight in tormenting one in particular: Callan. He was the servant boy, assigned to help her with anything she desired. And what she desired most was humiliating him.

Callan was lucky that he and his mom worked at the Rose Estate. Putting up with Lisbeths brand of fun was a small price to pay to stay in the good graces of the family. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that someday he’d be able to put her in her place once and for all.

There are so many twists in this book. It’s Lily’s typical dark and edgy, mixed with heat and chemistry. There were times I absolutely disliked Lisbeth, but she grew on me.  Callan, on the other hand, I loved from the beginning.

This book is dark, but it also has a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s about redemption, and about learning that things aren’t always what they seem. But most of all, it’s a love story of two people destined for each other no matter what.

 

 

Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.

 

 

 

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: NEED FOR SPEED by Ella Frank & Brooke Blaine

 

In the heat of the hot California sun, tempers flare and desires ignite as Solo and Panther try to resist their attraction while fighting to be number one.

Need for Speed, the steamy second installment of the high-octane contemporary MM The Elite Series from USA Today bestselling authors Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine is available now!

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Need for Speed is the continuation of Solo and Panther’s story and should only be read after book one, Danger Zone.

MATEO MORGAN

CALL SIGN: SOLO

Reckless, arrogant, and bold, Solo is as known in the U.S. Navy for his bad-boy reputation as he is for his skills as a fighter pilot. It’s a surprise to his peers, then, when he’s chosen to train and compete at the most prestigious naval aviation academy in the world.

MISSION RULES:

  1. Kick everyone’s ass.
  2. Do whatever it takes to win.
  3. Do your best to distract the competition.
  4. Especially when that competition is a gorgeous blue-eyed perfectionist who makes your blood run hot.

* * *

GRANT HUGHES

CALL SIGN: PANTHER

Disciplined, smart, and confident, Panther can’t afford not to play by the rules. As the son of a top Navy commander, all eyes are on him, and being anything less than number one is unacceptable.

MISSION RULES:

  1. Keep it safe in the air.
  2. Prove you’re more than Commander Hughes’s son.
  3. No distractions. Stay focused.
  4. Don’t fall for your competition—especially not the rebellious heartbreaker with lips made for sinning.

In the heat of the hot California sun, tempers flare and desires ignite as Solo and Panther try to resist their attraction while fighting to be number one.

With passion this intense, the question remains:

Who’s gonna come out on top?

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4.75 STARS

Ok, if you haven’t read book 1, Danger Zone, then stop right now, and read that first. You cannot read Need for Speed without that. It’s a continuation of book 1, and you will miss a ton if you try to dive into book 2.

That being said, OMG! Things are heating up between Grant and Mateo, aka Panther and Solo.  The summer sun in Southern California isn’t the only blistering heat!  GAH these two!

There is so much I want to say, but I don’t want to give one iota away. You need to meet these guys for yourself and fall in love with them!

I can’t wait for their conclusion. I hope that Ella and Brooke give them the HEA they both deserve!

 

 

Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

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Start the series with Danger Zone!

FREE in Kindle Unlimited

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Pre-order Classified the jaw-dropping conclusion to The Elite Series!

Releasing April 27th

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About Ella Frank

Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite erotic serial, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”

A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction.

Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.

Connect with Ella

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About Brooke Blaine

Brooke Blaine is a USA Today Bestselling Author best known for writing romantic comedy and M/M romance. Her novels lead with humor and heart, but Brooke never shies away from throwing in something extra naughty that will scandalize her conservative Southern family for life (bless their hearts).

She’s a choc-o-holic, lives for eighties bands (which means she thinks guyliner is totally underrated), believes it’s always wine o’clock, and lives with the coolest cat on the planet—her Maine Coon mix, Jackson Agador Spartacus.

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BOOK BLITZ & REVIEW! EDGE OF HONOR by Jacob Chance

 

Title: Edge of Honor

Duet: On the Edge Duet #1

Author: Jacob Chance

Genre: Romance

EOH Release Date: March 27, 2020

 

“I was the FBI’s dirty little secret, until I wasn’t.”

I’m Brennan Collins, but my associates call me Belfast.

Perhaps you’ve heard of me?

I’ve been known to be everything from a gentleman gangster to a cold-blooded killer.

Men fear me and pledge their undying loyalty. Women desire me and the power I possess, but there’s only one worth my time…

Agent Georgia Cohn.

As tempting as Georgia may be, she’s the definition of off limits. We stand on opposing sides of the law, and I like my side just fine.

But when we’re forced to team up to save both our lives, we’re drawn together, complicating an already intense situation. All the reasons for resisting her no longer matter.

I take what I want, when I want it. And Georgia is mine.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

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5 STARS

OH. MY. GOSH.

This is Jacobs BEST. BOOK. YET!

It’s no secret that I’ve loved every book he’s written, and I’m a sucker for sports romance, but romantic suspense is my hands-down favorite. And Jacob does this genre so well!

We were first introduced to Brennan “Belfast” Collins in Edge of Retribution, which you don’t have to read, but I recommend doing so just so you get to know him and Georgia a bit.

What I love about Belfast is the fact that he’s semi-reformed bad boy. He has a very small circle of those he trusts, and for good reason.

Georgia is the FBI agent that has tried to fight her attraction to Belfast, but their chemistry is explosive.

There is so much I want to say, but I loathe spoilers, so I’ll just say this: READ THIS BOOK. If you’ve never read one of Jacob’s stories, start with this. And brace yourself. This book is action packed and fast paced!

 

 

Jacob Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.

A writer of sports romcoms and romantic suspense, he plans on providing you with many more stories.

 

 

 

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: DANGER ZONE by Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine

 

With passion this intense, the question remains:

Who’s gonna come out on top?

 

Danger Zone, the first in the all-new, action-packed, slow burn contemporary MM romance series, The Elite Series, from USA Today bestselling authors Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine, is out now!

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They train to serve their country.

They strive to be the best.

But only a select few can be…

The Elite

* * *

MATEO MORGAN

CALL SIGN: SOLO

Reckless, arrogant, and bold, Solo is as known in the U.S. Navy for his bad-boy reputation as he is for his skills as a fighter pilot. It’s a surprise to his peers, then, when he’s chosen to train and compete at the most prestigious naval aviation academy in the world.

MISSION RULES:

1.Kick everyone’s ass.

2.Do whatever it takes to win.

3.Do your best to distract the competition.

4.Especially when that competition is a gorgeous blue-eyed perfectionist who makes your blood run hot.

* * *

GRANT HUGHES

CALL SIGN: PANTHER

Disciplined, smart, and confident, Panther can’t afford not to play by the rules. As the son of a top Navy commander, all eyes are on him, and being anything less than number one is unacceptable.

MISSION RULES:

1.Keep it safe in the air.

2.Prove you’re more than Commander Hughes’s son.

3.No distractions. Stay focused.

4.Don’t fall for your competition—especially not the rebellious heartbreaker with lips made for sinning.

In the heat of the hot California sun, tempers flare and desires ignite as Solo and Panther try to resist their attraction while fighting to be number one.

With passion this intense, the question remains:

Who’s gonna come out on top?

Danger Zone is book one of The Elite series and is not a standalone. Book two, Need for Speed, will release 3.27.20, followed by the final book, Classified, on 4.27.20.

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Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

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Pre-order Need for Speed, The Elite Series Book Two

Releasing on March 27th

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Excerpt:

1.

Grant Hughes

IT WAS ONE of those hot summer nights, the ones best spent lying on the beach, a cold beer in hand, staring up at the jets flying overhead, the roar of their engines shaking the sky. That was where I should’ve been. It was the smart decision, the obvious choice between being responsible and where I was headed now.

Fuck it. The next ten weeks would have me on my best behavior, and if I needed a night off to get through it, then I’d take it.

A bead of sweat trailed down my neck from beneath the suffocating heat of my helmet as I waited for the traffic light to change. The last of the sun was setting behind me, leaving the sky overhead a bruise of purples and blues, and as the light flipped to green, I gunned the engine and took off toward the dark.

Minutes later, I smoothly guided my Ducati 848 into the parking lot of the unnamed bar—God, that was sketchy as hell—and then cut the engine. There was no hesitation as I climbed off the back of my bike, removed my helmet, and clipped it to the back of the seat. Then I shrugged out of my leather jacket, feeling relief as a gust of warm wind cooled my bare skin and the sweat on my brow. As the music playing inside filtered out through the front door opening and closing, a low purr of anticipation filled my gut. It’d been too long, and I was starving.

As I walked inside, my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. It looked like any bar you’d find anywhere in the U.S.: cracked vinyl booths along the perimeter, an old jukebox near the fully stocked bar with TVs playing a whole lot of no one’s watching. For a Sunday, it wasn’t too packed, but that didn’t much matter considering I was here for a sure thing. Another quick sweep of the room told me he hadn’t arrived yet, so I made my way to the bar, conscious of the gazes my way, sizing me up.

“I’ll have a Heineken,” I told the bartender, resting my elbow on the bar top and dropping my jacket onto the counter. Sitting down would invite visitors, and my night was set.

When the bartender popped the top and pushed the bottle my way, I took a long swig of the ice-cold beer and glanced up at the one television not playing a sports channel. The local news was on, running a feature on the air show from the weekend, and as I watched the planes showing off maneuvers, I felt a pair of eyes watching me.

I glanced at the clock behind the bar, choosing to ignore whoever it was making my skin heat, and silently cursed out my now late date. The

last thing I needed was to be standing here solo, looking like I wanted someone to approach. That wasn’t me; I wasn’t the kind to troll a bar looking for a good time. I was more into having a plan and executing it. No surprises that way. No way for things to blow up in my face.

Keeping that thought in mind, I continued to pay extra-close attention to the F/A-18 Hornet aircraft executing barrel rolls across the television screen. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of giving off a don’t come near me vibe, but a few minutes later someone stepped up alongside me, invading my personal space in a way that indicated he wasn’t merely interested in the empty seat beside me.

Dammit, this was the last thing I needed.

“Hey there, this seat taken?”

The cocksure tone of the man who’d just delivered that very unoriginal line told me he wasn’t worried in the least that I’d turn him down. In fact, before I said anything, I could feel the guy sliding into the seat beside me, his body heat warming the bare skin of my arm.

I ground my back molars together and slowly turned in the direction of my new companion, and as I prepared to give my “thanks, but no thanks” speech, my words got caught somewhere in the back of my throat.

Situated as we were, I found myself looking down into a pair of eyes the color of smooth, expensive whiskey, lined with lashes so thick it looked as though he had taken a kohl liner to them. His hair was buzzcut short and brown, his skin bronzed like some kind of sun god, and when I continued to stand there like some kind of statue, a brilliant white smile crept across a pouty set of lips.

Hell, this guy was one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen in my life—the problem was, he knew it.

“I’m gonna take that as a no.” Those stunning eyes boldly swept over my body, from my black t-shirt to my jeans, and when they finally landed back on my face, he winked. “Lucky me.”

Arrogant, bold, and cocky. The guy staring back at me was everything I steered clear of when it came to a quick hookup. I needed reliable, trustworthy, and discreet.

Looking away, I took another sip of my beer. “Sit wherever you like.”

“Ahh. I see.”

When he didn’t add anything to that, I took the bait. “See what?”

Out of the corner of my eye, that cocky half-smile still on his face, the guy shrugged. “Two theories. You’re either into playing hard to get, or…”

Though every instinct told me not to engage, I looked his way. When his eyes locked on mine, I realized my mistake. “Or?”

“Or you’re the aggressor.”

“The what?”

“The guy who goes after what he wants, not the one being pursued.”

I snorted and went back to pretending to watch the news, but then the guy leaned in, invading my space once again.

“So? Which is it?”

“Maybe it’s neither.”

“Or maybe you’re lying.” He dropped his voice down low. “Want me to go back to the end of the bar?”

I couldn’t help the chuckle that left my throat, because as unwanted as the attention was, you almost had to give it up for the guy’s persistence. If I wasn’t waiting for someone, I may have even found him charming.

“Another,” I said to the bartender, holding up my empty bottle. Then I glanced over my shoulder, looking once again for the familiar man I was here for, but when he still hadn’t arrived, I turned my body so I casually faced the man practically begging for my attention.

This time, I let my gaze roam over him, taking in the tight fit of his dark jeans and the way the olive-green t-shirt he wore was practically a second skin over his muscled build. He was devastating in that heartbreaker-but-you’ll-love-every-second-of-it way, and damn if my cock didn’t take notice.

“Oh please, feel free. Should I stand up?” He went to stand, but I shot my hand out, pushing against his chest so he stayed right where he was. His body beneath my fingertips was nothing but hard muscle, and I licked my lips before I could stop myself. Fuck, he was tempting.

When the bartender pushed another beer my way, I jerked my hand back and reached for the bottle.

“You don’t say much, do you?”

“Not here to talk.”

“No?” He got to his feet this time, kicking the stool away. “I can get on board with that.”

I sighed, half annoyed and half turned on. I knew which side would win in the end. “Look, I appreciate the attention, but I’ve got plans and they’re not with you.”

The guy grabbed his chest like he’d been shot. “Ouch. Brutal.”

“Better not to waste your time.”

“Ah-huh. So where’s your date?”

My jaw twitched. “Late.”

“Sounds like that’s more of a waste of time to me. I’d never make you wait.” He leaned in, his words practically a whisper. “I’d come every time you told me to.”

 

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4.75 STARS

There are two things Ella and Brooke are masters of:

Writing extremely hot M/M romance AND ending books on major cliffhangers!

I’m not going to say a lot, because I don’t want to give anything away, but know this going in. Grant and Mateo are two of the hottest characters these two ladies have created yet. We’ve barely scratched the surface of these two stubborn, competitive guys and I can’t wait for more. You just know that there’s such depth to each of them, and Ella and Brooke are going to be total teases when it comes to giving us what we want. But I have a feeling when all is said and done, it will be completely worth the wait!

 

 

About Ella Frank

Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite erotic serial, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”

A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction.

Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.

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About Brooke Blaine

Brooke Blaine is a USA Today Bestselling Author best known for writing romantic comedy and M/M romance. Her novels lead with humor and heart, but Brooke never shies away from throwing in something extra naughty that will scandalize her conservative Southern family for life (bless their hearts).

She’s a choc-o-holic, lives for eighties bands (which means she thinks guyliner is totally underrated), believes it’s always wine o’clock, and lives with the coolest cat on the planet—her Maine Coon mix, Jackson Agador Spartacus.

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: GILDED LILY BY STACI HART

The wait is over! Gilded Lily, the second standalone in Staci Hart’s Bennet Brothers Series, is LIVE! Trust me when I say you do NOT want to miss this one! Lila & Kash are everything. Grab your copy today on Amazon or snag this beauty in Kindle Unlimited today!

They say there’s no such thing as perfect. But I’ve built my life to perfection—the perfect boyfriend, the perfect apartment, the perfect career planning celebrity weddings. My job—my only job—is to make sure every event is absolutely and completely perfect. What’s not perfect? Kash Bennet. And I wish I didn’t find that so appealing. I could have told you every perfectly imperfect thing about the gardener at Longbourne. Like his hair, lush and black and far too long. Or his nose, the flat bridge of a Greek god, bent a little like it’s been broken. Or his size. Beastly. Roped and corded with muscles, gleaming with sweat and peppered with dirt. There’s no escaping him, not if I’m going to use his family’s flower shop for my events. But nothing is what it seems. And in the span of a heartbeat, my perfect life is turned inside out. They say the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody new. When Kash offers his services to the cause, it sounds like the perfect plan. What’s not part of the plan? Falling in love with the gardener. But they were right—there’s no such thing as perfect. And I’m the fool who finds out the hard way.

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5 STARS

It’s official. Kash Bennet is my FAVORITE Bennet! Ok, I know, I know, we’ve only met 2 of them, but I’m a serious sucker for the quiet, broody types. Kash is seemingly in a perpetual state of laid back, feathers never ruffled bliss. He’s happiest in his greenhouse, planting seeds and nurturing the blooms.

Lila Parker is an straight-laced, type A personality wedding planner to the rich and famous. Everything goes according to her schedule by her sheer force of will. Taking a chance on Longbourne means dealing with Kash Bennet, who does more than just turn the dirt. He makes Lila’s blood boil, in more ways than one.

If there is one thing I love about Staci – and, ok, there are MULTIPLE things I love about her – it’s her ability to give us these amazing series of characters that you fall in love with. She creates these worlds that you want to belong to. And with every book of hers I read, I become more enamored with her ability to tell a story.

Gilded Lily is such a good, slow burn romance. There is growth and change for both Kash and Lila, each learning things about themselves they wouldn’t have otherwise known had it not been for each other. They bring out the absolute best in each other, and watching it unfold, is like watching the most beautiful flower opens its petals. Add in the other Bennet’s and Lila’s sister Ivy (all recurrent characters), and you have yourself one amazing book.

Gilded Lily is a fantastic addition to what is quickly becoming one of my all-time favorite series. I’m super excited for her to bring us the next Bennet Brother!

A SPADE’S A SPADE

KASH

Heaven existed within the walls of our greenhouse.

The shuck of my shovel against the iron wheelbarrow was the second hand on my day. Rich soil mounded on my spade, and I transferred it into the bed of Black-eyed Susans, turning it to feed the sleepy dirt already gathered at the flowers’ feet. I caught sight of the snowy top of my father’s head between stalks of amber amaranth down the row where he knelt, hands in the earth. He hummed along with the music playing from the portable speaker on our work cart, and with another shuck, I drove my shovel back into the wheelbarrow. It was peaceful and familiar, the rhythm of our day, the slanting sun, the humid air and smell of flowers. I’d worked in my family’s greenhouse during high school—as had all my siblings—but where they made their way into the world, I hung back, content to hang back at Longbourne with Dad, unable to leave Mom without anyone to fuss over. And if there was one thing Mrs. Bennet required from life, it was someone to fuss over. I found myself smiling at the thought. She’d see us all married off—in fact, she played the matchmaker like it was her full time job—but I had to wonder what she’d do with herself once we were all gone. Press us for grandchildren and divert her attention to them, if the rest of the Bennet brood was lucky. The crack of the swinging metal door against the wall wiped that smile off my face. I shot up from my task with a hard look, appalled and accusing, prepared to smite whoever had disturbed our sanctuary. Lila Parker blew in like a gale, heels clicking like hammers against the cement floor. At the sight of her, my fury abated, replaced by a curious wonder and the incremental slowing of time that always accompanied her entrance. She was a study in white, pristine and stern in a pantsuit that belonged in some fancy lady’s luncheon, not a greenhouse. Her legs were ten miles long in those white pants, the matching jacket cut low. A sliver of silken nude fabric was the only thing to mar the line of her cleavage, which my eyes followed before climbing up her lily-white skin, up the long column of her neck, to the set of her uncompromising little jaw. God, she was pretty when she was mad. Shame she had a boyfriend. I’d known Lila since high school, the notorious rule follower and teacher’s pet, thumbing her nose at the trouble the rest of us got in and refusing invitations to parties in favor of SAT prep. Her sister, Ivy, worked here then and stuck around like I had, and though Lila’d had every opportunity to join the gang, she’d happily declined. She’d ignored me then, and she ignored me now, outside of storming into our flower shop to get onto us—or me specifically—for whatever wedding we had, were, or would provide flowers for. As a high-profile wedding planner, I supposed that was her right. The only bearable thing about it was the chance to give her just a little hell, simply because I knew she could take it and I could take whatever she gave back. As she approached, her lips set in a firm line, red as blood against the milk of her skin. The bridge of her nose was short, though long enough to look down at everyone from her high horse—or high heels, as it were—but her eyes always struck me beyond all else, cool and gray as a winter’s afternoon, tight with suspicion, hard with the bite of demand. Incongruent to the impeccable, pallid shades of snow was her hair, a shining crimson too bright for all that ivory. It was as perfectly right as it was utterly unnatural, the only indicator that she ran on hot coals and gasoline, just waiting for a match to strike so she could ignite. Just as she had once a week—typically in my direction—since she’d started using Longbourne’s flowers for her events. That red hair bounced with every click of her heels as she rounded the corner of the aisle and marched toward me, her eyes narrowing another tick when they met mine. Tess, our lead florist, followed with an apologetic look on her face. My lips tilted higher on one side. And with a shield of calm, unaffected charm in place, I leaned on the handle of my shovel, ready to catch whatever Lila threw at me. “Coral,” she snapped as she approached. “You were supposed to give me coral chrysanthemums for the Berkshire wedding, and you sent pink.” She stopped a few feet in front of me, crossing her arms. I offered an easy smile. “I cut those flowers myself, picked the best stock from our Gigi mums, just like you asked.” “Then why were they the wrong color? Do you have any idea the tantrum Johanna Berkshire threw over those flowers? She tried to get me fired.” A chuckle through my nose. “Sounds like she needs to get some real problems.” She eyed me as she drew a breath to fuel her furnace. “For years, my sister has begged me to bring Longbourne business, and I refused for exactly this reason. If it hadn’t been for all your recent press, I never would have put my ass on the line. But if I say coral, I expect coral. Not pink. Not fuchsia. Not goddamn watermelon or flamingo or anything but coral.” “Sorry, Ms. Parker,” I answered lazily. “Won’t happen again.” “You’re damn right it won’t.” “How about we issue the Berkshires a partial refund for the trouble?” Suspicion sparked in her gaze. “I’m sure that would help.” “Then consider it done.” Those cool eyes narrowed even more. “I need someone to come to a venue in Midtown to measure for arbors and garlands. They’ve requested an archway, and one of you needs to come take the measurements.” Dad cast me a glance that said not it. The way Tess glared at the back of Lila’s head, I figured she’d just as soon claw her in the back with a hand rake than help her measure anything. Lila’s sister Ivy—who was a florist at Longbourne—was entirely too pregnant to measure anything but her uterus, and Wendy, our newest addition, just wasn’t experienced enough. My brother Luke might have done it, but something told me I wanted to be the one to handle Lila Parker. “Sure. When and where?” “Tomorrow, if you can manage it. I can meet you at three, 49th and 5th. I’m going to need an archway long enough for the wedding party to stand inside, and the arbor will need a special design built in the shape of a triangle. It’s at the—” She paused, lips flattening. “Shouldn’t you be taking notes?” I tapped my temple. “Got it all right here.” Color rose in her cheeks as she drew a slow breath through her nose. “I really think you should write it down.” “What, don’t trust me?” “I don’t know what instills more faith—that you can’t tell the difference between shades of pink or that your shirt says Can You Dig It? on the front.” I glanced down at my chest, flicking at a streak of dirt like I gave a shit what she thought. “Listen, Priss. I’ll be where you say, when you say, ready and at your service.” A pause while she stared me down, seeming to weigh her options. “All right, Filthy. Can you at least wear a clean shirt? This venue books for two-hundred-thousand per event, and I don’t want to have to get you in through the service entrance.” “Deal,” I said, extending a hand in challenge. It was as filthy like she’d said, with crescents of dirt under my nails and enough soil in the creases of my palms to grow zucchinis. Her eyes dropped to my hand, and for a moment, I was positive she’d refuse. But somewhere in that pretty little head of hers existed some form of manners and a healthy helping of pride, so she slipped that spotless, manicured hand into my dirty, callused one. It was soft and warm, though her fingers were strong, gripping my hand and pumping it once, firm and definitive, before taking it back. Instantly, I felt guilty for daring her—her skin was spoiled with streaks and flecks of dirt. To her credit, she didn’t even dust it off. Instead, she held up her chin and gave me a quietly confrontational glare. “I’ll give Ivy the exact address. At least I know she’ll write it down.” “Whatever you have to do,” I said, returning my forearm to the handle of the shovel, not missing the flick of her eyes to my shoulders and the cross of my arms. “Tomorrow, then. Don’t be late.” She tugged tugged the hem of her jacket, straightening it to match the yardstick that was her spine, and once again I lamented taking her hand. A scuff of dirt now sullied the very edge of that white tailored coat. Before I could apologize, she turned on her heel to walk away. What she didn’t realize—the cat had taken up post directly behind her. The moment stretched as she tilted in a successful attempt to avoid impaling Brutus with her heel, and when that heel came down, it caught in the seam of concrete. Her long legs twisted, arms shooting out for balance but finding none. Fast, but not fast enough, I moved for her, the shovel hitting the ground with a clang as that pristine white ass of hers landed flat in the Black-eyed Susans and that fresh coat of soil I’d just laid down. Brutus took a seat next to Tess’s feet, curling his tail around himself and watching Lila with what I swore was a wry smile. My urge to laugh was so intense, it caught in my chest, frozen by the sheer outrage on her face and utter hysteria of the sight of her, so clean and white against the browns and greens and golds of the flowerbed. A slow heave of her chest as she breathed fire. The pink of her cheeks flaring to red. The gray of her eyes igniting into a cruel shade of blue, illuminated by the inferno of her thoughts. I stepped up, unable to school my face as I extended a hand, this time to help her up. But she scowled, slapping my hand away. “I’ve got it,” she shot, planting her palms in the dirt to push herself up. As I backed out of the way, I watched her swipe at her ass, too furious to realize she’d only smudged the dirt around. Tess removed her hands from her mouth, unable to right her face any better than I had. “Here, let me help you—” “I said, I’ve got it.” Lila’s voice was deadly calm, and at the sound, Tess pinned her lips between her teeth and stepped out of the way. “Tomorrow,” Lila snapped at me over her shoulder, smoothing the shining waves of her hair, which remained undisturbed by her tumble. “See you then,” I answered with a nod. And then I watched that dirty ass stride proudly out the door. The second it swung closed, laughter bubbled out of Tess, and at the sound, there was no containing my own. Even Dad joined in, shoulders shaking gently. “Oh, the poor Susans,” Tess said, swiping at a tear. “Look, her ass print is still there,” she squeaked before succumbing to another bout of laughter. “The look on her face,” I said with the shake of my head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody so mad. Not even you, Tess.” “And that’s saying something,” she added, resting her palm on her belly like she’d just done a hundred sit-ups. “God, if Ivy and Lila didn’t look like twins, I’d never believe they were related.” “I didn’t remember her being this…” I started. “Bitchy?” “I was gonna say bossy, but okay.” Tess sighed. “She wasn’t kidding about sticking her neck out. She’s handling this huge celebrity wedding on her own, and her senior is a total asshole, breathing down her neck and micromanaging her at every turn. Addison is constantly looking for reasons to throw Lila under the bus, and if we screw up, Addison will blame Lila. But even though she’s a pain, the business is good for us. Archer Events handles the biggest weddings in the city, and that’s putting us in the spotlight. We’ve just gotta deal with all the stress that comes with doing weddings.” “Like bridezillas and entitled wedding planners?” I asked. “Exactly.” Tess sighed. “Although, I don’t know what we’re going to do with Lila when Ivy is on maternity leave and isn’t here to manage her. Today was bad enough, and Ivy was just at a doctor’s appointment.” Dad dusted off his hands. “If she got past you, Tess, I fear for us all.” “I tried to tell her it wasn’t your fault,” Tess said, her eyes full of apology. “Those flowers went through three florists before it got to the wedding—which I told her—but she stormed right past me to yell at you about it.” I shrugged. “Don’t worry about me, Tess—I can handle her.” At the disbelieving quirk of her mouth, I added, “I mean it. She can get as mad as she wants and I won’t get riled. I’ll hold the bucket so she can dump all her rage into it, and when she’s empty of it, I’ll get whatever done that she needs done. Trust me when I promise you this—Lila Parker cannot get to me.” At that, Tess laughed. “Famous last words.” And oh, if I’d only known how right she was.

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Everyone hates parts of their job. Maybe it’s the paperwork. Maybe it’s the day-to-day grind. Maybe it’s that client who never knows what they want, or the guy who always cooks fish in the microwave. But not me. I love every corner of the Longbourne Flower Shop, every flower, every petal, every stem. I love the greenhouse, and I love Mrs. Bennet, my boss. I love creating, and I love being a florist. I don’t hate anything at all. Except for Luke Bennet. The Bennet brothers have come home to help their mom save the flower shop, and Luke is at the helm. His smile tells a tale of lust, loose and easy. He moves with the grace of a predator, feral and wild. A thing unbridled, without rules or constraint. When he comes home to save Longbourne, I almost can’t be mad at him. Almost. He doesn’t remember that night I’ll never forget. That kiss, touched with whiskey and fire. It branded me like a red-hot iron. But it meant nothing to him. Everyone hates part of their job, and I hate Luke Bennet. Because if I don’t, I’ll fall in love with him.

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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RELEASE & REVIEW! CONFESSIONS: BAILEY by Ella Frank

Black and white. Right and wrong.
That’s how Craig Bailey has always lived his life.
The son of a fallen, decorated police officer,
he’s had no choice but to follow the rules.
Until he met the ultimate bad boy
and decided to follow him instead.

Henri Boudreaux is everything Bailey never knew he wanted.
Mysterious, sexy, and hiding more secrets than friends.
He’s exactly the kind of man Bailey knows could break his heart.

But there’s a vulnerability to Henri that calls to Bailey.
A longing for a connection that Bailey is unable to resist.
And while Bailey has always lived his life on the straight and narrow, he is now beginning to understand that falling in love is never so black and white.


👮‍♂️ CONFESSIONS: BAILEY (Confessions Series #6)

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And if you haven’t already met Henri & Bailey, you can do so right here in Confessions: Henri (Confessions Series #5)


🔥 CONFESSIONS: HENRI (Confessions: Henri #5)
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5 STARS


There are some books you read and you love. Then there are the books you read that consume you. Confessions: Bailey is that book for me.
I love this entire series, and honestly I didn’t ever want it to end. But, like all good things, it must, and this was the perfect way for Ella to do it.
Craig Bailey is the quite, straight-laced type of guy. Henri Boudreaux is definitely not, yet somehow these two fit together perfectly.
I’ve loved Henri since we met him in Priest, but I knew that it would take a very special guy to get him to not only stay in one place, but to make him trust and love again. And Henri is the perfect guy to get Bailey to relax and let go a little.
But it’s not an easy road for these two, and it wouldn’t be an Ella book if there weren’t a few obstacles to overcome.
This book is NOT a stand-alone. You must read at least Henri before reading Bailey, but honestly, I suggest reading the entire series.
I hope Ella brings us more in the future with these two, but if not, I know that they got their well-deserved HEA.

BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: ON THE ROCKS by Kandi Steiner

On the Rocks by Kandi Steiner

Release Date: June 13, 2019

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On the Rocks, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Kandi Steiner.

Noah Becker is nothing but trouble.

That’s what Mama told me when I was a kid, kicking his pew in church and giggling at the games we’d play. It’s what the town said when his father died and the Becker brothers went wild.

And it’s on repeat in my mind the day I walk into the whiskey distillery where he works to buy a wedding gift for my fiancé.

He’s trouble.

Dirty, sweaty, rude trouble.

No matter how many times I repeat it, I can’t escape Noah in our small Tennessee town. And the more I run into him, the more he infuriates me. Because he sees what no one else does.

He sees me—the real me.

The me I’m not sure I’m allowed to be.

I’m Ruby Grace Barnett, the mayor’s daughter. Soon to be a politician’s wife, just like Mama and Daddy always wanted. Soon to fulfill my family’s legacy, just like I always knew I would.

Until the boy everyone warned me about makes me question everything, like whether the wedding I’m planning is one I even want.

Everyone said Noah Becker was nothing but trouble.

If only I had listened.

A stand-alone, contemporary romance.

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5.5 STARS

If there’s one thing I love in a great book, it’s forbidden romance. Unrequited love. Wrong side of the tracks, two different worlds, against all odds kind of love. And this book has it all in spades. 

If you’ve read Kandi’s work before, then you know all too well her evil genius. She’s so good at sucking her readers in with a sweet build up and what you don’t realize is that while you feel cozy and comfy, she’s grinning and rubbing her hands together because she knows the angst wallop she’s about to deliver.

I love the Becker Brothers. I’m really hoping we get all of their stories, not just Noah’s.  Although, Noah was a darn fine place to start. That country boy is H-O-T!!  Whiskey sipping, barrel raising, truck driving man who has a southern drawl and loves his Mama. Family first in his eyes, always. 

Ruby Grace is the mayors daughter, but she’s more that what she was raised to be. Noah is the only one who sees that, but her misplaced sense of duty and obligation means her dreams and wants are of little importance. 

This is probably my favorite Kandi book to date.  Secrets kept and lies told turn into broken chains and found freedom. It’s such a beautiful tale, and it’s one that will stay with you. 

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I watched from the sidelines as Betty schooled Noah on the final dance scene from the classic movie — and one of her favorites. Noah, bless his heart, took it in stride. He held her hands, spun her gently, even went under water completely to give Betty some sort of “lift” that made her feel like Jennifer Grey.

That was when her smile was the largest — her eyes closed, face cast upward, arms out in the same iconic flight stance that the actress had done.

If I wasn’t laughing so hard, I might have cried at the sentiment.

After a dozen more run throughs, Betty called for a break, and the two of them swam up to the side of the pool where I sat. Betty took the lemonade I offered her, sipping and hollering across the pool at Mr. Buchanan — who was seated under the umbrellas. Noah rested his arms on the concrete edge, crossing them and resting his head on his forearm before he peered up at me through lashes still dripping with water.

His eyes were an endless blue, the light from the pool reflecting off them like a tropical dream.

“Enjoying your entertainment this afternoon, Miss. Barnett?”

I bit my lip against a smile. “Very much so, Mr. Becker. I never knew you were such a great dancer.”

“Oh, you should see me on the actual dance floor. I can two step and waltz and cha cha with the best of them. And don’t even get me started on what happens when ‘Watermelon Crawl’ comes on.”

“I’m sure it’s quite entertaining,” I mused, still dangling my feet in the cool water.

“When do I get to see your dance moves?”

I barked out a laugh at that. “Um, that would be approximately… never.”

“Never?” he asked, popping his head up off his arms with a look of injustice. “But you’ve seen all my moves, now. I show you mine, you show me yours. Isn’t that the deal?”

“I never agreed to that.”

He narrowed his eyes, running his forefinger and thumb over the stubble on his chin before he nodded. “I see…” Then, a wicked gleam came over those blue steel eyes, and before I could so much as scream, his hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging forward until I was off the ledge and under water.

I popped up instantly, not even able to open my eyes against the chlorine yet before I was swinging at him. “Noah!”

He laughed, catching my advances easily and pulling me into him. I blinked several times, shaking the drops from my eyes before I glared up at him.

“You jerk. Mama’s going to kill me for ruining my hair.”

“Mama will live,” he said, and then one arm wrapped around my waist, the other taking my hand in a leading position. “Now, let’s dance, little lady.”

With one pull of my hand and push of my hip, I spun away from him, reeling back in like a yo-yo and falling in line with his steps before I realized what was happening. Surprise ripped through me, brows shooting up to my hairline as he somehow managed to smoothly twirl me around that metaphorical dance floor even with water hitting us waist deep. My feet felt sluggish, the moves slower than if we were in boots on a hardwood floor, but somehow, that made it even more fun.

I laughed and laughed as he danced me around — until he had the bright idea to flip me like a swing dancer. I emerged from the water beating on his chest again, which just made him laugh harder. And when we were breathless, Noah tugged me to the side of the pool again.

“Thank you for the dance,” he said, both of us still breathing heavily as he wrapped his strong, rugged hands around my waist. For a moment, he just held them there, the rough pad of his thumbs smoothing over my exposed hip bones. My smile fell, chest still heaving as my eyes slipped to his lips.

I didn’t know why I looked at them.

I didn’t know why I couldn’t look away.

Noah swallowed, tightening his grip on my hips before he lowered in the water a little and helped push me back up onto the edge of the pool where I’d been seated before. Once I was steady, he released his hold on me, backing away with a distant look in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher before he tore them from me and looked at Betty, instead.

About Kandi:

Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.

An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a diehard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.

When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer, and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.

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