Book Tour/Giveaway/Excerpt

Title: Remember Me: A Second Chance Romance
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy 2nd Chance Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2019

“The perfect blend of romance, suspense, beautiful love, andsteamy sex. Nelle broke me into pieces but put me back together again.” –A.M.Hargrove, USA Today Bestselling Author

 

“Sensual and emotional with edge of your seatmystery and intrigue. You won’t be able to put it down.” –Aleatha Romig, New York Times Bestselling Author

 

“So relevant with characters that could stepout right from the headlines. 5 Gripping Stars.” –Raine Miller, New York Times Bestselling Author

“A romance for our times. Relevant and real with all the feels.” ­—Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times Bestseller

From USA Today bestseller Nelle L’Amour, a sizzling and suspenseful second chance romance like none other. How far would you go to expose the truth?
Skye:
It was love at first sight with Finn. The downtown bad boy with the piercing blue eyes, tattooed biceps, and museum-worthy chiseled body. But while he struggled, I was driven. An investigative reporter determined to pursue the truth to get my story. My credo: Dig deep, then dig deeper. Then one time, I dug too deep and literally dug my own grave, losing everything and everyone dear to me.
Until life gave me a second chance.
 
Finn:
Being a renowned artist and single dad isn’t easy. My demanding fiancée doesn’t help. No matter how much I try, she wants nothing to do with my precious five-year-old daughter.
Then she came along. The hot as sin teacher. Scarlet Callahan. She’s everything my fiancée isn’t. Warm, funny, and down-to-earth, she adores my daughter as much as my daughter adores her. I’m inexplicably attracted to her, but she keeps her distance. Like she’s hiding something. Except I’m going to uncover her secret even if it means risking everything I’ve ever wanted.
And everyone I’ve ever loved.
I pull away as fast as my lips captured hers. What the hell did I just do? I just kissed my daughter’s teacher. And what’s worse, I more than liked it. Everything about the kiss felt so delicious, so familiar. Like our mouths have known each other forever. She melted right into me, willingly, and I could tell from her sexy sounds and breathing she felt everything I did. I wanted more of her in the worst way, so badly an erection strained against my jeans as my tongue tangled with hers. I’m still hard as a rock. Make that steel.
Catching my breath, I drop my hands from her face and stare at her. She looks shell-shocked. Her porcelain skin flushed, her kissable lips still parted, her misty eyes frozen wide. Her breathing, harsh like mine, her perfect breasts quivering with each labored breath. Her eyes stay fixed on me, finally blinking. As if she’s trying to make sense of what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe out.  But to be blatantly honest, I want my lips back on hers, her body in my arms so badly I can scream. Between my legs, my cock is throbbing. Aching for more of her.
Silently registering my two lame words, she continues to breathe hard. The rest of her is paralyzed. I’ve probably given her some kind of anxiety attack. Her glistening lips start to tremble, but words don’t form. A panic button goes off inside me.
“Are you okay?” My heart races as I anxiously await her response.
Finally, after a few seconds, she nods. And one word is whispered. “Yes.”
“Scarlet, please forgive me.”
Sliding my legs off the coffee table, I hastily fold my arms over my lap to cover up my erection.
“I didn’t mean to assault—”
She cuts me off, her face softening. “You didn’t. You kissed me. And I let you.”
At her tenderly spoken words, relief washes over me. Her words reconfirm what I felt. She wanted my lips on hers. She could have fought me off, but she didn’t. She let me deepen the kiss with my tongue, hold her face in my hands.
Despite my relief, I falter again for an excuse. “Honestly, I don’t know what got into me. It was totally impulsive.”
“Yes, it was impulsive.”
“I got carried away.”
“Me too.”
Her eyes drop to the coffee table, landing on our empty bottle of Merlot and depleted glasses. Then, they wander to my crotch. Her brows lift ever so slightly, suggesting she knows what I’m hiding. I cringe with embarrassment before she snaps her head up.
“It must have been the wine.”
“Yeah, for sure the wine.”
She quirks a half-smile. “It was really good.”
“I can open another bottle if you want more.” Almost instantly, I regret my offer. And my double entendre. I’m asking for trouble. I’m already drunk enough with lust for this woman. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m engaged. She works for me. With my kid! She’s totally off limits.
Forbidden.
Fortunately, she declines my offer. The smile on her face fades and is replaced by a sober expression. Her voice grows quiet and serious, and under it, I can detect uncertainty and a hint of regret.
“Finn, I’m going to call it a night.”
I remain silent as she rises from the sofa. I study her face; she looks to be verging on tears again. Unsteady, she sucks in a breath like she needs to fortify herself.
“Finn, let’s forget this ever happened.”
And with that she stumbles away, leaving me bereft and confused.
Slouching against the couch, I throw back my head and blow out a hot breath. It does nothing to clear the fog in my head or the tension between my legs. The throb in my cock, the ache in my balls.
Let’s forget this ever happened.
Easier said than done. I can’t stop thinking about her.

 

As the flaming logs in the fireplace crackle, I relive that kiss, that incredible kiss, and seek the relief I crave.
I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-age princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.


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Title: Fighting for Valor
Series: Fighting from the Keyboard Collection
Author: Patricia D. Eddy
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: September 10, 2019
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design
Photo: Paul Henry Serres





“Just … wow. The writing – wow. The story – wow. The journey and all those feelings it evokes -WOW.” ~Amazon Review


I wish I could give this more than 5 stars. … I think this story was the best so far in the series!!” ~Amazon Review


“This story will shred you to pieces but then it will put you together again in a beautiful way. I absolutely loved it and Ripper is now my favorite.” ~Amazon Review

val·or: great bravery in the face of danger, especially in battle

Once, Jackson Richards had it in spades. As a member of the United States Special Forces, he fought alongside the bravest and most capable men he’d ever known.

Then one mistake landed them all in Hell.
 
For six months, he fought. But one terrible day, his captors learned the full extent of his skills, and that sealed his fate.
 
Tortured and broken for endless months in conditions that made Hell look like a five-star resort, Jackson Richards died, and Isaad was born. Shaped into a weapon for the wrong side, he’d forgotten who he once was. Who he was meant to be.
 
Until the days his captor imprisoned Joey Taylor.
 
Helping Joey and her marine escape reminded Jackson of the man he used to be. And now, he’ll fight. For himself. For the friends he thought he lost in Hell. And for Caro. The woman with a secret he can’t ignore.
 
If he’s strong enough, he’ll leave Isaad behind. Maybe then, he can take back his true name.
 
Ripper.
 
WARNING: This book contains scenes of torture and implied sexual violence that may be disturbing to sensitive readers.
“You’re a piece of work,” I mutter to myself, and a quick inhalation from the sidewalk causes me to jerk my head around. Brown eyes meet mine, and the woman from the previous night freezes. In one hand, she carries her set of kitty cat brass knuckles, and in the other, a grease-stained bag. 
“I…uh…b-brought you something,” she stammers as she climbs the first step and then stops. 
“Hoping to bribe me into not axe murdering you?” She flinches and squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment. “Bad joke. Sorry. But Ripper…really is my name. Or what everyone calls me.” I push up to sitting and rest my back against the church door. “And I’m not a charity case.” 
“Didn’t say you were.” She thrusts the bag at me, and when I don’t move, drops it next to my hip. “We had extra. It’s rainy and kind of cold tonight. I thought…a hot meal might…shit. Never mind. Take it or leave it.” 
She turns, and the scents of cheese and salsa waft up from the bag. “Wait a minute, sunshine.” Digging into the paper, I find an aluminum foil pan covered with a healthy serving of enchiladas lightly covered in cheese and red sauce, a half pint of refried beans, and a bag of marinated carrots and jicama. “This smells great.” 
A hint of pride straightens her shoulders, and the corners of her lips curve into a half-smile. “Thanks.” 
“You made this?” I grabbed a granola bar and an apple at my apartment, but my stomach rumbles at the prospect of something…so very different than my everyday diet. The first bite takes me back to my mama’s cooking, and I think I moan a little. 
In the light of the street lamp, her cheeks glisten with the misty rain and turn a bright pink. “I work at a food truck. Today’s menu was Mexican comfort food.” 
“My mama learned how to cook from my abuela, who grew up in Mexico. These are the best enchiladas I’ve had since I left Texas.” 
She toys with a blue pendant hanging from a silver chain around her neck. Joy and sadness battle for control of her features, but joy seems to win in the end. “Thank you. That means a lot.” 
A tendril of long brown hair plasters itself to her cheek as she stares down at her sensible black shoes. Her ankle’s wrapped in an ACE bandage, and as she fidgets, I can tell she isn’t putting all her weight on it. “You okay? After last night?” 
“Oh. Yes. I should…go. Let you eat in peace.” 
“Wait.” I don’t know why I’m stopping her. But the idea of her being hurt, and that I caused it, doesn’t sit well with me. “What’s your name?”
“Cara,” she says quietly.
“You live…uh…close?” Her eyes widen, and I kick myself. If she didn’t think I was a stalker or an axe murderer before, she does now. “I just mean…it’s wet out. And you weren’t the most graceful last night. I…be careful, okay?”
A scowl twists those heart-shaped lips, and she levels me with an acerbic stare. “I’m not the one sleeping on the streets with no defenses. And I’m very graceful. When I want to be. Good night, Ripper.” Her curtsey is a little lopsided since she isn’t putting her full weight on her right foot, but she turns on her left heel and starts limping away. 

“‘Night, Cara.” As the rain intensifies and I dig back into the takeout container of enchiladas, I wonder why it’s easier for me to talk to a stranger than it is the men I consider my brothers. 

Patricia D. Eddy likes to consider herself an unstoppable force. As long as there’s coffee. Then, the voices in her head come to life.

Her tales of werewolves, vampires and witches; Doms and subs; and battle-hardened, scarred military heroes feature characters so real, you’ll want to jump inside the pages of her books to be friends with them. Or just give them a hug.
 
When she’s not writing, she’s a professional freelance fiction editor and technical writer. On weekends, she loves to take on home improvement projects, especially if they involve power tools.
 
Patricia lives in Seattle with her husband and very spoiled cats. You can find Patricia all over the web, and she loves to hear from readers. Email her at patricia@patriciadeddy.com

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Book Tour/Excerpt

Title: Silver Brewer: The Silver Foxes of Blue Ridge
Author: L.B. Dunbar 
Genre: Over 40 Romance Stand alone
Release Date: September 12, 2019

Olivet Pierson needs his land. 

 

Name your price, Mr. Harrington. 

 

She has her reasons, and this muscular mountain of masculinity isn’t going to get in her way. However, her heart has a different plan after she accepts his crazy conditions: three nights up on the ridge.
George Harrington is a quiet, giant of a man.
No sale, Cricket.
He’s a war hero, a widower, and COO for the family brewing company, but his life lacks spontaneity. Then, she arrives, chirping away at him, roaming his body with those sky-blue eyes, and negotiating for something he won’t put a price on. Too bad his heart is immediately sold.
With the challenge accepted, this silver fox can no longer deny his desires for something a little different.
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Welcome to Blue Ridge where sexy silver foxes meet their match of feisty vixens.
The Harrington brothers are a spin-off from Second Chance, but don’t you worry, this over 40 romance can be enjoyed as a stand-alone.

 

 

 

PP’s Bookshelf – “Sexy. Emotional. Angsty. Real. Honest. Heartbreaking. Swoonworthy. Heartwarming.”

 

Bibliophile Chloe – “Ms. Dunbar doesn’t fail to amaze me with her writing of mature characters, still full of life, still wanting to find love and the holy hotness of the chemistry and smexy times!”


Cee Cee Houston – “L.B. Dunbar has found her niche. The over 40’s is definitely a trope she does extremely well.”

 

“Before you try to steal my land, perhaps you should learn a thing or two about it.”

 

I stare up at him as his expression turns virile. 

 

“I know this piece of property could earn you millions.” I look beyond him, taking in the small bit of landscape I can see around his broad hips and crossed arms.
“I told you, I don’t want the money.” He scoffs. “I’m talking about dirt under your toes. Wind in your face. Stars in your eyes.” His eyes nearly dance as though he has undisclosed information he’s waiting to share with me, and strangely, I want to know his secret. And though dirt under my toes doesn’t sound pleasant, it doesn’t sound terrible either.
Still.

 

Tell me. Tell me all your wisdom and woes. I swallow with the intensity of his glare and rub a hand down the thigh of my jeans.

 

 

“Okay, so I’m not Pocahontas. How would I learn?” My voice cracks, sounding meek. Teach me, Yoda.
“From the land.” He pauses. His crossed arms bulge before me and lift with the heave of his frustrated inhale. What would those arms feel like around me?
“And your land will just teach me?” Oh God. Did my voice just drop? Did I exaggerate your land, implying something other than the greenery around us? Damn Marcus and his damnable innuendos, but if this man means I can hike his landscape, I volunteer as tribute. “How?”
“Camping.”
“What?” I stammer. My mouth falls open.
“Camping. Three nights of roughing it and then I’ll think about your proposition. You break before that and no deal.”

 

 
My proposition? Did I proposition him? Can he see the images racing through my mind? I want to do all kinds of things to him, starting with the body part closest to me. My heart races, and my sweaty palms…sweat more. My breath catches.

 

 

 

Anything whispers through my mind along with the song “Colors of the Wind.”


My eyes narrow. My heart thuds to a screeching halt.

 

This is crazy.

 

 

But I slowly rise, pressing up on my thigh as I stand. I come to my full height, which doesn’t quite match his, but with the help of the two step difference, I’m close. My gaze meets his fiery eyes. There’s one thing this man needs to learn about me. I like nothing more than to prove others wrong.
“Challenge accepted.”

 

L.B. Dunbar loves the sweeter things in life: cookies, Coca-Cola, and romance. Her reading journey began with a deep love of fairy tales and alpha males. She loves a deep belly laugh and a strong hug. Occasionally, she has the energy of a Jack Russell terrier. Accused—yes, that’s the correct word—of having an overactive imagination, to her benefit, such an imagination works well. Author of over two dozen novels, she’s created sexy rom-coms for the over 40; intrigue on an island; MMA chaos; rock star mayhem, and sweet small-town romance. In addition, she earned a title as the “myth and legend lady” for her modernizations of mythology as elda lore. Her other duties in life include mother to four children and wife to the one and only.

 

 

 


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Title: Worth The Fight
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: Friends to Lovers Romance
Release Date: September 6, 2019
Cassidy’s a fighter, designed to survive.
 
After the crushing death of her parents, she persevered. When she caught her fiancé with another woman, she held her head high and moved on. Fighting always came easy, because she never had to do it alone. 
 
She had Liam.
Her best friend. Her protector. Her rock. 
 
But every bond has its breaking point, and they found their’s… with a kiss. One weak moment upturns the foundation of their relationship, making Cassidy look at Liam in a whole new light. 
 
Now, she has a choice to make. Is the shift from friends to lovers even possible? Or will Cassidy lose the one person she can’t live without? 

From Award-Winning author Rachael Brownell comes the sweet romance, Worth the Fight. 

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I feel like I’ve been slapped across the face. Blindsided.

This couldn’t have been the first time they fucked each other. It had to have been going on for a while. How did I not see it? Unless I was at work, I was generally with one of them. Between wedding planning and social engagements, Garrett and I were busy. Kendra was right there with us, helping with the little details. Offering to take care of things for me when the end of the school year had me stressed out.

If they had been sneaking around, I would have seen the signs. Right?

Does it even matter now?

Watching her ride him was enough. There’s no doubt in my mind after seeing that. No matter when it started or how long it’s been going on, they can have each other now. I want nothing to do with either of them.

I should have called them out when I caught them. Instead, I ran. Right out the closest set of doors and into Liam’s firm chest. My face must have said it all. One look at me and he swooped me up in his arms and carried me away, leaving his date hollering after us.

My eyes were locked on the church as he drove past. My heart broke a little more when I spotted Liam’s father out front. Probably looking for me. Waiting to walk me down the aisle.

I’ll have to apologize to him later. To explain why I disappeared. But not yet. I’m not ready. It was hard enough to get the words out when Liam finally asked what happened. At least with him, I didn’t have to sugarcoat things or watch my language.

I found Garrett fucking Kendra.

That was my answer. Plain and simple. And because he knows me better than anyone else, he knew not to push me any further. Not that I could have answered any questions if he had asked them.

I don’t know what would possess my best friend to fuck my future husband. I don’t know what they were thinking. I’m not sure what I did to deserve their betrayal.
Rachael is a Midwest girl (yes, they say she has an accent but no, she doesn’t hear it) who loves to create amazing stories that tug at your heartstrings with book boyfriends that you wish were real. She keeps her storylines realistic – either she’s heard about it happening to someone or feels that it could happen in real life. She also likes her characters to be relatable so she tries to give them at least one characteristic that is similar to someone she knows.

 

When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her husband and son. She enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.
 

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Title: The Truce
Series: London Suits #1
Author: Becca Steele
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Enemies to Lovers
Release Date: August 29, 2019 
Olivia
 
Being hired by Barrett London should have been a dream. Nice job in the city, amazing boss…but then I met Luke. Cocky. Self-assured. Sexy. And the most frustrating man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
 
When we’re forced to work together, sparks fly. But is the attraction enough to risk losing everything? Or should this truce be in name only?
 
Luke
 
The moment Olivia walked through the door, I wanted her. That is, until she opened her mouth and ruined it with her ‘I can do it better’ attitude. 
 
When we’re coerced into working together, I start to see Olivia in a different light. She’s smart, vibrant, and gorgeous. Is that enough to let go of the past or will my demons turn our truce into a lie? 
 
 
 
Queen_of_the_books_18 – “A hot and steamy office Romance that will leave you swooning.”
 
Aussie Book Nook – “I enjoyed everything about this book! The writing, the story, the characters!

 

Enemies to Lovers is one of my favourites and this book is done really well.”
 
Goodreads Review – “I think this is my top read of 2019 so far. Everyone should add this to their TBR <3”
I stared at myself in the mirror over the sink. My cheeks were flushed, and I had a wild look in my eyes. Calm down. Splashing cold water on my face, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, then used a paper towel to pat my face dry. Okay. I could do this. Time to go back out there and act normal. 

 

 
Squaring my shoulders, I swung the door open and let out a squeak of fright. Luke stood leaning against the stone wall of the corridor, his arms folded, staring straight at me.
 
“Davenport? What are you doing lurking outside the toilets? Shouldn’t you be with your date?” I snarled the word “date,” my stupid jealousy rearing its ugly head.
 
“Jealous?” he drawled, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Why on earth would I be jealous? I don’t like you,” I snapped, flustered. Why is he here?
 
He pushed away from the wall, taking a step closer to me. I remained rooted to the spot, unable to move. He took another step, then another, until he was standing so close that I could feel his body heat. I closed my eyes, trying to block him out before I said, or even worse, did something I’d regret.
 
“Guess what?” His voice was soft, menacing.
 
“W-what?”
 
I felt his hot breath in my ear and a shiver ran down my spine.
 
“I don’t like you, either.”
 
“Good,” I whispered, trying to appear unaffected by his proximity, my unsteady voice betraying me. I concentrated on breathing in and out, willing my heart rate to slow. Despite my eyes being squeezed shut, I was hyperaware of the scant few centimetres of space that separated us; if I moved even slightly my breasts would be brushing his chest. My traitorous nipples hardened in response to that thought. Fuck. I cracked one eye open just in time to see Luke glance down. Too afraid to meet his eyes I dropped my gaze, hearing him swallow hard. His fists clenched tightly, and he muttered under his breath, his words too quiet for me to catch. Abruptly, he moved away from me, turning on his heel and striding away without a backward glance. 
 

 

What just happened?

 

Becca Steele is a contemporary romance author from the south of England, where she lives with her husband, two kids, and various animals.

 

 
When she’s not writing, you can find her reading or watching Netflix, usually with a glass of wine in hand.
 
 
 
 
 
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Cover Reveal/Pre-Order/Excerpt

Title: All of Me
Series: Rock Me Series (standalone)
Author: Lee Piper
Genre: Contemporary Rocker Romance Novella
Release Date: October 3, 2019
Cover Design: CT Cover Creations
Tilly
Famous rock stars don’t fall for girls like me. With a voice to die for, the perfect bad-boy swagger, and a dirty mouth—I never should’ve fallen for Kai Jenner. But I did… right before I left him.
Kai
She left. Screaming fans and willing groupies can’t get enough of me, and the one woman I want to stick around past the concert after-party f*cking leaves. I never should’ve said those three words to her. But I did… and I’m going to f*cking say them again—when I find her.
 

Scuffed black combat boots, the laces undone, and the leather worn. Fitted black jeans, the knees ripped, and the waistband hanging low. Narrow hips with a dragon tattoo poking from beneath his belt. Defined V. Washboard abs. Pronounced pecs. Wide shoulders. Strong neck. Long, straight brown hair.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Kai Jenner is staring at me.
I can’t move.
I can’t swallow.
I can’t draw breath.
I can only stare as my heart shatters a thousand times over.

   

‘5 ROCK STARS!.’ -Amazon reviewer

 

‘Perfect rock star romance.’ -Amazon reviewer

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Title: Idol
Series: Price of Fame #1
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Steamy Rom/Com Novella
Release Date: September 5, 2019

 

Little did he know when he woke up this morning that a short redhead would destroy his perfect, Maserati driving world.
 
Those were the first words I said when I set eyes on the hot-as-sin rock star’s long, wide…car. It was beautiful. Hunter Six was gorgeous. He may be rich, famous, and one of the most talented singers of this century, but that didn’t mean he could get away with what he did to my mom.
 
Willa Jones just played you, bro.
 
That’s what my brother said to me after a beautiful woman ripped apart my life with a little piece of chalk. Let me preface that with a fact: The image she drew of a specific part of my body was a whole lot bigger in real life. Despite her ridiculously inaccurate depiction of me, she tricked me into taking my picture. My days of living in obscurity, taking a break from the rock-star life, were numbered, destroyed by a fiery redhead.
 
When she finally threw the chalk to the ground, I watched a particular part of her body sashay away and knew I’d never get her out of my head.
 

 

Hunter shifted and leaned on his elbow, facing me. It was a sexy pose, and I was thankful my fake fur jacket wouldn’t reveal how hard my nipples were as his deep voice ripped apart my excuse.

“Let me guess, you want something from me. Money or you got a demo you want me to hear.”

That sexy heat vibe that got my body worked up instantly changed to a different type of heat—anger. I pushed off the counter and turned to him, pointing my finger into his chest. I didn’t care how hard it was or that this small touch was confusing in a sexually frustrating way.

I was mad.

“Is that what you think of me? Someone who only wants money from you? If I wanted that, I would have sold that picture I took of you last week. The one with your devastating smile. The smile no one in public has ever witnessed. I’d get top dollar for that.”

Then he did it again. The fucker smiled and it was just as heart-stopping and nipple-hardening as before. The guy had a superpower—his grin.

That wasn’t fair. He was rich, sexy, talented, and could cause women to orgasm with only a grin.

What was my superpower? Get fired. Call people inappropriate names in chalk. Possibly fall victim to a psycho killer who poses as a rock star just to lure women into eating baked goods so he can bake them into a pie.

The last one was a stretch, I know, but with my luck, I wouldn’t be surprised if it came true.

“Devastating, huh?”

I lowered my finger and bit my lip. “I didn’t say that.” 

“Yes, you did.” His voice went up a few octaves and he danced around in front of me, flapping his hands. “Oh, Hunter, you are so sexy. I’d do anything for you to smile at me. Your grin causes me to orgasm right on the spot.”

I snorted and quickly covered my mouth. Pursing my lips, I tried to remain mad, but it was difficult. “You look ridiculous, and I don’t sound like that. Nor is any of that true.” 

“You’re telling me that you didn’t just orgasm in front of me?”

“No. Of course not.”

“How about if I tickle your elbow?” He wiggled his eyebrows like this was the best idea in the world.

“What sort of weird fetish do you have? Niki told me rock stars could be eccentric, but I never thought tickling was your thing.”

“Who’s Niki? Your boyfriend?”

He did it again. He caused my heart to twist as he shoved his hands into his front pockets and lowered his gaze to the floor. Hunter was being shy and sweet and not subtle at all about finding out if I was single, and it was the most adorable thing to witness.

“No, you met her. The blonde who was with me in the Hella Ella parking lot last week.”

She helped me find Hunter. She called her agent, who also happens to be Hunter’s agent’s sister. There’s some sibling rivalry there that Niki swore could be used in our favor. It took a few days, but I finally got the address this morning—exactly a week since the parking lot fiasco.

Most things I do end with the word fiasco.

He nodded. “That’s good.”

“Why would Niki not being my boyfriend be good?”

“Because, Willa . . .” He lifted his blue eyes to mine and moved so close that I gasped, but in a good way. Not in a he’s-going-to-kill-me kind of way, either—which I was now ninety percent certain he didn’t want to use my body as ingredients for his pie recipe. “I want to kiss you.”

Elizabeth Lynx writes romcoms with a lot of steam and characters you’ll be mad aren’t actually real. She has worn many hats in life: mother, wife, photographer, graphic designer, executive assistant, and used to print pictures for the White House. For the past several years, she’s decided to put down on paper all the crazy voices in her head. Surprisingly, those voices did some really naughty things.

 
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