Monday, January 22, 2018


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Semi-pro SBXer Luke Madison can’t afford any distractions. He’s chasing his dreams in Aspen, not realizing the dire consequences of his actions. Now, if Luke can’t pull off a miracle, his family could lose everything, and there’s no way he’ll let that happen.
No pressure or anything.
Charlotte Brown is determined to become a doctor—a neurologist to be precise, and she’s alwaysprecise. She doesn’t have time for anything except school, waitressing at a mountaintop café, and studying. Meeting the ridiculously sexy Luke Madison won’t change that plan, even if kissing him makes her pulse race.
Neither can afford to slip up. If Charlotte doesn’t pass the MCAT this time, that’s it. Her dream of saving people—people like her mother—is over. And when Luke risks everything one last time, losing is not an option.
Even if it means losing each other.


Luke reached out to touch Charlotte’s hand. “You know, I haven’t even asked you what your last name is.”

“Brown, and you’re the famous Luke Madison.”

He grunted. “Infamous, more like.”

She gave him a sly smile. “Is that what a bunch of girls will tell me?”

“Probably.” He leaned across the bar, too, so that their faces were only six inches apart. “But maybe I want to turn over a new leaf.”

Charlotte let out a slow breath. He was so close, she could see flecks of golden brown in his gray-green hazel eyes. “Change is good for the soul, Luke Madison.”

“Is it, Charlotte Brown?”

Her whole body was focused on slipping closer to his, and her eyes couldn’t leave his mouth. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure, anyway.”

Luke braced himself on his forearms, leaning in. “So how do we start?”

His slow smile lit a bonfire in her brain. “Um, I have no idea.”

“I do.”

Luke lifted a hand to cup her cheek and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, then drew closer and covered her mouth softly with his own.

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Saturday, January 20, 2018

Who’s Up For A Bet?

With: Kira Archer

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I’ve never been much of a gambler. I tend to have horrible luck. And if I’m going to spend a bunch of money on something, I want something more entertaining for it than just the act of spending the money. My husband, on the other hand, is always the optimist when it comes to gambling. When we go to Vegas, he’s there for the casinos; I’m there for the shows. And we are both there for the buffets!

I did win something once. A few years ago, I was waiting for my kids to get out of school and heard on the radio about a contest where you could win $2500 worth of movie tickets. So, I entered just for fun (and to kill the time). And I actually won! However…the tickets were through Fandango, which my local theater did not accept at the time. The only time I’d ever won something and I couldn’t use it. That’s about my luck.

Still, I can see the appeal. We always get a lotto ticket every week. Just in case. Maybe someday my luck will change! And those betting pools where you pick a day on a calendar for whatever purpose—guessing when a baby will be born, for instance—is always fun.

My Winning the Billionaire series centers around a group of poker buddies who just can’t help running betting pools on each other’s loves lives. In the most recent release, The Billionaire’s Unexpected Baby (book #2), the hero, Brooks, volunteers to enter into a marriage of convenience with expectant mother Leah in order to save her job. Brooks is the class clown of the group and has never seen himself as husband, father, or really even boyfriend material. And his friends tend to agree. It doesn’t take long until everyone is placing bets to see how long the marriage will last, and even Brooks and Leah get in on the betting action. Only the stakes change the longer they are together. Still, Brooks is determined to win the pool and make it to Baby Day. And maybe beyond…Either way, trying to win the pool is a wild ride.

So tell me, are you like my husband and love to take your chances with Lady Luck? Or are you more like me and prefer to watch the action from the sideline?


One minute, pregnant Leah Andrews is throwing up over the side of a yacht and the next, she's married to party boy Brooks. It's an arrangement born of sheer desperation to save her job, but now the tabloids are all over them, their friends are running a pool betting on whether they'll actually stay married until Baby Day, and worst of all, she and her new husband might just be falling for one another. But they belong in opposite worlds. It'll never work.
Billionaire app developer Brooks Larson lives his life on the light side. Until he tries to play hero and claims to be Leah's husband. Now he's up to his ears in Lamaze classes, baby powder...and unexpected marital bliss. But he'd make a rotten husband and horrible father. Leah and the baby deserve so much better. Add in major baby daddy drama and the whole situation is the worst idea EVER. But sometimes those bad ideas might just be the best ones.
Each book in the Winning the Billionaire series is STANDALONE: 
* 69 Million Things I Hate About You
* The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby

About the Author:
I reside in Pennsylvania with my husband, two kiddos, and far too many animals in the house. I tend to laugh at inappropriate moments, break all the rules I give my kids (but only when they aren’t looking), and would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else. I have odd, eclectic tastes in just about everything and often let my imagination run away with me. I love a vast variety of genres and write in quite a few. As Kira, I write contemporary and urban fantasy romance. If you love historical romances, check out my alter ego, Michelle McLean.

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Friday, January 19, 2018

My Top 5 Hottest Blue Collar Male Characters

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Yes, we all might love our Christian Grey types from time to time. The über-rich, I can buy you everything you desire and treat you like a queen types. Sure, these on-top-of-the-world guys can fulfill a lot of our fantasies.

But let’s not forget the other guys. Those rugged, barrel-chested types who don’t come from money and have to scrape by and work their tight butts off for every dollar they earn. That’s exactly who Hunter Sparks is, our bearded hottie hero from Sweet Attraction. He’s got ripped muscles and a tool belt…what could be better than that?

Well, how about a list of some of my other favorite blue collar characters of all time? You’re welcome and enjoy.

1) Noah Calhoun (The Notebook) - I mean, obviously he’s number one, right?! The kissing scene does it all but if you need a little bit more…he renovated an entire house for Allie by himself, he wrote her a letter every day for a year, he read their love story to her every day until she remembered him, aaaand that beard and body. Yum. And he didn’t need bags and bags of money to do any of it.  ;)


2) Jake Perry (Sweet Home Alabama) - Hellllooo, blue eyes. Gah, this guy just tugs at my heart strings. He still loves Melanie after 7 years of her being gone and getting engaged to another man. And he works his tail off trying to better himself in hopes of bringing her back to him. How many men would actually work that hard to win back the woman they love? They’re a rare breed, indeed.

3) Wade Kinsella (Hart of Dixie) - Sigh. Wade. He’s the perfect blend of sexy and adorable. Not all guys can pull that off. All those one-liners he whispers into Zoe’s ear in that irresistible accent? Plus, the guy can’t seem to stay out of flannel…or keep his shirt on for that matter. Those are some of the best abs on television, ladies.

4) Mike (Magic Mike) - Sure, the movie may have had a nonexistent plot, but is that really the point here? No. No, it is not. The point is that this man stripped his way through his younger years in order to start his own custom furniture company, for which he couldn’t even get a bank loan. That was the point of the movie, right? It absolutely had nothing to do with his abs or gyrating hips. Right?

5) Chris Pratt - Yes, I know I’m not referencing a fictional character here. I’m just referring to the man underneath all the Hollywood fame and wealth. He prides himself on being the Joe Six-Pack, all-American guy who can have a beer and a meal with pretty much anyone. “I’m a worker, a guy meant to do a physical job. That’s what my dad did. That’s what my grandfather did. It’s the type of work I’d be doing if there were no such thing as acting…I like hard physical work.” Well, Chris, we like watching you do that hard physical work. So, keep it up! ;)


What happens on the road stays on the road. Right? That is, until Jade Hollingsworth's first ever—and toe-curlingly awesome—one-night stand turns out to be Hunter Sparks, the contractor she hired via email to remodel the swimwear shop she bought sight-unseen in Shell Grove, South Carolina. A fresh start in a new place where no one knows her name means she can finally gain control over her life and find some inner peace.
Ha. Fat chance of that when Hunter informs her he can't take the job...then brazenly comes onto her. Seriously?
Hunter wants nothing more than to carry on their steamy affair, but has to keep it on the down low. If he helps Jade with her shop, he risks losing the biggest contract of his career, everything he's worked his whole life to achieve. The trouble is, he can't keep his hands off her...

Each book in the Slow Seductions series is STANDALONE:
* Casual Affair
* Sweet Attraction

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Thursday, January 18, 2018

Besting the Billionaire

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Playing dirty in the boardroom just got a whole lot dirtier.

Billionaire Alexander Kazankov always wins. But he didn’t count on high-heeled, drop-dead sexy Lily Bennett getting in the way of his latest deal. She’s a distraction he doesn’t need, not when he’s so close to making things right for his family.

Lily may walk and talk like a Southern piece of fluff, but she’s been underestimated before. She's determined to succeed—and no entitled, arrogant asshole, especially the too-gorgeous-for-his-own-good-kind, is going to get in her way.

Oil meet water. Gasoline meet spark. It’s all out war as these two enemies go toe-to-toe in an ugly, take no prisoners battle to prove they’re the right choice to be CEO of the same company. All too soon playing dirty in the boardroom leads to playing even dirtier in the dark. It’s destined to end in personal and professional disaster. So why can’t they stop?

Excerpt from Besting the Billionaire:

His adversary spoke through gritted teeth.  “I’m not afraid of you.”

Unwelcome lust reared its head, raked its nails across his skin, and clawed at his chest and back. Just the way he wanted this woman touching him.

He shook his head to expel the image. “You should be.”

“Yesterday, you intruded where you didn’t belong. I returned the favor. We’re even.”

“Mishka, I don’t do even.” He stepped closer. “I don’t do ties. I don’t give out medals for participating. I’m in this to win.”

“I wouldn’t order new office furniture yet.” Her hold on her briefcase had gone knuckle-white. “I’ve asked to speak to the board as well. It’s going to be amazing.”

“I would expect no less.”

“Really?” Cynicism dripped from every syllable.


“What about the whole nails and spa thing?”

“I’m a quick study. Able to admit a mistake when I make one.”

“What are you up to?” Her eyes narrowed. “Is this some sort of trick negotiating tactic?”

“I’m a jerk, yes, but I’m the brutally truthful kind. I’m willing to admit you’re turning out to be a more impressive adversary than I initially imagined.”

“I…” She swallowed hard, that kitten tongue darting out to lick those lips, and for the first time, he saw a flash of vulnerability in her gorgeous eyes. It made his chest go tight. Because in that small, revealing gesture it became clear that the always cool, classy, and poised Ms. Bennett was far less confident than she appeared. Worse, it mattered to her what others thought. A very dangerous weakness to have in their line of work.

So why the hell was he thinking of ways to toughen her up rather than exploiting it?

“I appreciate you saying that.” She cleared her throat, her gaze flickering away.

Ah, hell. The urge to haul her close and murmur God knows what in her ear until that vulnerable look went away surged through his blood with painful intensity.

“This thing between us is going to be a problem.” The words came out sharper than intended.

Her spine snapped straight, that soft look disappearing fast. “There is no thing between us.”

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About the Author:
Alison Aimes is the award-winning author of the sizzling contemporary romance Billionaire Bad Boys series and the sci-fi romance series the Condemned. A romance fanatic with a PhD in Modern history, she’s an all-over-the-map kind of woman with a love for dramatic stories and great books, no matter the era. Now, she’s creating her own stories full of intrigue and passion, but always with a happy-ever-after ending. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two kids, and her dog. When not in front of the computer, she can be found hanging with family and friends, hiking, trying to turn herself into a pretzel through yoga, or, last but not least, sitting on the couch imagining her characters’ next great adventures.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

We All Love a Bad Boy… Just Admit It

With: Naima Simone

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I’m just going to confess… I loves me a bad boy. It might be an addiction. Or a sickness. One I refuse to take medicine for. Unless that medicine includes a book with a broody, alpha, does-your-mother-know-you-kiss-her-with-that-mouth bad boy. I’ve really pondered this subject. Okay, all that musing might’ve included wine, but that’s neither here nor there. The alcohol just helped clear my neuropathic synaptic waves and veins of thought. Ahem. *puts down glass of wine*

First, let’s define a bad boy. According to, he is, “A young man who has many characteristics of a naughty boy: he's independent and willful; he does what he wants when he wants; he doesn't follow trends, they follow him; he often looks scruffy, but hip; he's not looking for trouble, but there's a sense of danger about him. For these reasons and more, he's irresistible to women. He's a heartbreaker with five o'clock shadow.” I like this definition. And my favorite part is the heartbreaker with a five o’clock shadow. Hah! ‘Cause that dusting of hair on the jaw is yes-and-amen! There’s a part I don’t particularly agree with—"he often looks scruffy, but hip”—because the cleanest cut millionaire can be a bad boy. But for the most part, I do. Most bad boys simply don’t give a fu—er, rip. I’m not referring to family or friends, or most especially the women he loves. Because he’s fiercely protective over them, and will tear somebody’s head off if they endanger them. He doesn’t care about most people’s opinions about him, what he does, what he says, how he lives his life or doesn’t live it. Honestly, isn’t this attractive? Mainly because a lot of us would love to have this attitude. And for a man to have this kind of swagger is, frankly, hot.

A bad boy isn’t a follower; he’s a leader. Even if he’s a loner, he’s a leader. Which brings me to the next quality of a bad boy. He’s an alpha. And by that, I mean, he’s dominant, loyal, protective and strong (in force of personality, not body size). There’s a sense of danger about him, even if the façade he shows the world is a laid-back joker. For a woman, that threat isn’t to her life, because she instinctively knows he would never harm her. Nope, the threat is to her panties and inhibitions. And let’s admit it. He’s probably destroyed a lot of panties.

Still, why do we love them? Because they sound stubborn, it’s-my-way-or-the-highway-ish, and a bit a-holish. Well, we love the baddest of the bad, the naughtiest of the naughty and the wildest of the wild because we want to see them reformed and tamed. Not changed, because we fell in love with them because of who they are. But we wait with abated breath to see their hearts tamed by that one special woman who is it for him. The one who has this man willingly reforming and abandoning his manwhore ways because she is more than enough for him. She also softens him, reveals his vulnerable side, heals the wounded places. That’s why we love the bad boys and devour books with them in it. To see him become whole for her and only her.

So tell me, who is your favorite bad boy in fiction, film or even that celebrity? Comment below and then enter the Rafflecopter to win a $5 Amazon gift card!


Shy, awkward Sophia Cruz has a hard time telling her vivacious identical twin “no.” But when her sister begs her to swap places for a modeling shoot, she caves … again. Then Zephirin Black walks onto the set. The brooding, aloof, and gorgeous tight end for the Washington Warriors. But she can keep it professional… She has to. Because the adorkable Cruz twin has no luck with guys once they compare her to her sister.
After a bad break-up, Zeph hasn’t been big on second chances—and even less with trust. But he finds himself giving please-call-me-by-my-middle-name-Sophia both. The woman he’d dismissed as a spoiled cover model is different from the first time he met her. Quirkier. Funnier. Definitely sexier. What started as one night turns into another…and another…and another…

Still, Sophia can’t go on keeping her secret from him. But telling Zeph the truth will mean losing him for good.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Bargaining With The Boss

Bargaining with the Boss (Accidentally Yours #1)

Kinsley just wanted to have some fun for a change. Then she wakes up in a stranger's bed, with her bridesmaid dress on backward and a hazy memory of what happened at her friend's wedding. With a quick escape, she can get back to her predictable life. But then she meets her new boss--the same guy she'd woken up next to--and seeing him with a clear head doesn't make him any less attractive.

Mixing business with pleasure has never been Damon's style, and easily avoided, but the hotel he just bought comes with an unexpected perk--its manager. "Sensible" Kinsley today is as alluring as "impulsive" Kinsley was the night before, and she talks him into a deal. If she can turn around the hotel by the end of summer, he won't tear it down to put up a more profitable condos.

Their plan is simple...until falling for each other becomes more than they bargained for.

Chapter One for Bargaining with the Boss
Copyright © 2018 Jennifer Shirk 
All rights reserved - an Entangled Publishing, Ltd. publication

Kinsley was on her second piece of wedding cake, still mulling over her friend's idea of walking up and introducing herself to a total stranger.

A situation like that really couldn't be entered into lightly. After all, the stranger was a man. A hot man. Kind of out of her element, but that was the point. She needed a plan first.

The way she looked at it, three things were holding her back: 1) the pink organza bridesmaid dress she currently wore was not her best look, 2) she didn't have much practice in approaching strange men, especially at weddings, and 3) truth be told…it was pretty darn good cake. She shoveled in another forkful.

Her friend Arden came over to her with a fist planted on her hip. "Is this your idea of moving on? Stuffing your face with fat and over-processed carbs?"

Kinsley rolled her eyes. Some people really knew how to suck the joy out of dessert binging. "Just because I didn't bring a date to Lori's wedding doesn't mean I haven't moved on."

"Well, I'd be more convinced if you just went over and said hi to that guy at table five you've been staring at all night."

She winced. "Have I really been that obvious?"

"Only to me. Wedding planners have extra keen perception. It's our way of ensuring future clientele."

Kinsley stabbed another piece of cake with her fork. "Ah, so you're like the wedding version of an ambulance chaser?" She popped the last bite into her mouth and grinned.

"Pretty much." Arden chuckled then turned her attention back to her event checklist. "I see the band is playing for another hour and a half. If you don't make a move on Mr. Tall-dark-but-doesn't-know-you're-alive, you're going to miss your chance."

Miss my chance. Realization flooded her. Yes, it was time to officially move on. She hadn't gone on a date since Paul had broken up with her well over eight months ago.

Paul. She held in a sigh at the sudden thought of him and why he had called off their engagement. Apparently, she was too "sensible" for him. Right. How can anyone be too sensible? It didn't make, well, sense.

She briskly brushed the crumbs from her hands and stood. Yes, better make a move on that man now if she really was determined to forget Paul. She couldn't believe her luck when she saw the hot guy hadn't brought a date to the wedding, either.

Kinsley ran her tongue over her teeth, checking for frosting and, when all seemed clear, adjusted her strapless gown over her nonexistent chest one last time. "Okay, I'm ready," she announced to Arden. "How do I look?"

Arden smiled. "Great. Like a puffy pink vamp."

"Wish me luck."

"You don't need any." Arden gave her a thumbs-up. "Go for it, girl."

"I will."

Yep. She was going for it. Totally going. Practically gone. Yet for some reason her feet still hadn't budged.

Arden frowned. "In case you didn't hear me, I said go for it."

"Right. I know." She nibbled her bottom lip as she glanced around. The dance floor seemed a football field away now. What in the world was she thinking? She couldn't just approach a wedding guest like that. What would she say? Hi. Come here often? And…

Now that she thought about it, were those chest pains she was having? She placed a hand over her heart and massaged. It was quite possible she really was having a heart attack. Too much cake. Maybe she should pull out her phone and check WebMd to be sure. Her forehead felt a little damp, too.

Arden folded her arms and, as if reading her mind, muttered, "You're not having a heart attack, Kinsley. It's nerves. Just go and talk to the guy. Offer to buy him a drink. Compliment his tie, for goodness sake. Anything!"

"I-I can't." She swallowed and felt on the verge of tears. "Who am I kidding, Arden? This isn't me. I'm no vamp. I'm not confident like that. Plus, he's going to think I'm stalking him."

"Well, you kind of have been."


Her friend chuckled. "Okay, jeez. If you don't calm down, you really will give yourself a heart attack. Seriously, Kinsley, you need to do this for yourself, have a little fun. It's time to put Paul behind you. He's done a real number on your self-esteem. Plus...this has been a tough year. I know you've been feeling extra down because of what Wade did, too."

Kinsley looked away. She didn't want to think about her brother right now-or the fact that he'd sold her birthright out from under her. It was bad enough to have her boyfriend of five years break up with her because he had a sudden realization that she wasn't "interesting enough," but to then have her brother announce that he'd sold the beachfront hotel that had been in their family for three generations...well, that had completely crushed her. The hotel needed work, true, but she'd only come back home a few weeks ago. Wade never even gave her a chance to try to turn things around.

Arden laid a hand on her shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry to bring that up. But I just think you need to have a few drinks and let your hair down tonight. Forget it all. This is a happy occasion, remember? And no offense, but you've been so mopey these last few weeks. I've had my work cut out for me trying to convince the bride that you would in fact smile for the pictures."

Kinsley sighed. Too sensible. Uninteresting. And now mopey. She was beginning to understand her lack of male companionship a little too well.

"I guess I have been bringing the bridal party down," she said. "Maybe I do need to let loose."

"You're not getting any younger, either."

Kinsley narrowed her eyes. "Hey, no need to kick an already down woman."

Arden raised spread hands. "Sorry. But seriously, you're a great person and deserve to find happiness."

"Yeah, I know," she said quietly. She did know. In her head. It was just kind of hard to believe it in her heart when she was the last of all her friends to find that someone special. Except Arden, that is. Arden was determined to stay single now after an almost-wedding of her own and was completely satisfied in that choice.

"Listen," Arden said, taking her by the shoulders and turning her back toward the ballroom, "you go out there and be the confident woman I know you are deep down inside. You look beautiful, so if he doesn't fawn all over you, I'm sure there'll be half a dozen other men in line right after him. Just smile for heaven's sake."

Kinsley nodded. "Thanks."

"No thanks needed. Just have fun." Arden gave her a none-too-gentle shove in the general direction of the bar.

Feeling as if her bones were made of marshmallows, Kinsley awkwardly made her way across the room. The band was playing some Chicago song, the horn instruments blaring in her ears. The bride and her groom had their arms wrapped around each other, swaying off beat.

Aww... Kinsley smiled wistfully. Maybe someday, that would be her. If she could ever find her target. Wherever he'd disappeared to...

Once at the bar, she asked for a screwdriver, hoping the vodka would loosen her up. She never approached men or drank hard alcohol, but maybe it was time to start changing things. Obviously, what she had been doing before wasn't working for her.

With a wink, the bartender slipped the drink in front of her. She took a sip and almost choked on the fumes. Gah! The bartender had a heavy hand. But at least she was drinking something new instead of her old standby, Chardonnay. Baby steps.

Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. Halleluiah. He was in the back of the room, by the pasta table. Oh no. With sinking despair, she realized he was sucking face with the maid of honor, and she almost whimpered out loud. That should have been her face he was sucking. Then, as if she wasn't already feeling lower than low, she saw those hands of his, those gorgeous ringless hands begin to travel down the back of the woman's dress and cup her backside.

Kinsley turned away, feeling the vodka travel back up her throat. "Figures," she muttered, taking another long sip.

Like she had a shot with a guy like that anyway. Because naturally all gorgeous men flocked to the sensible uninteresting cake-horking bridesmaids first, right? Ha! No, men like that wanted a hot fling with an exciting woman. And though she hadn't met the maid of honor until the rehearsal dinner, Kinsley had learned she'd graduated with honors from Cornell, had some kind of finance job in Manhattan, and was a former Miss Rhode Island. Kind of hard to compete with all that.

"Are you okay?" a deep, male voice asked beside her.

"What do you think?" she murmured, rubbing her forehead. Then realizing her rudeness, she turned to offer an apology.

And lost the ability to speak.

She was hit with dark blue eyes first. He was tall and lean with combed-back dirty-blond hair. A beard shadowed his face, but not so much that she couldn't notice the dimple in his left cheek. Best of all, the man filled a suit like it was a second skin. Her heart gave a short flutter.

Wow, what were the odds of seeing so many gorgeous men in one room? He looked a little like Chris Hemsworth. Then she had a thought. Since Lori's husband was related to Tina Fey, and a few celebrities were here, maybe he was Chris Hemsworth.

The man cocked his head, his blue eyes dancing. "I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not Chris Hemsworth."

So much for thinking and not saying.

"Oops," she said with a weak smile. "Sorry. I guess I would have known for sure if you'd taken off your shirt."

The man lifted his brows. "You want me to remove my shirt?"

Her gaze inadvertently dipped to his brawny chest. Hell to the yes.

"Yeah," she sighed, mimicking her thoughts again. Then she gasped. "I mean, NO! Not at all! Not that you don't have a great body-er, chest." Oh, lordy, what am I saying? "I just meant I've seen Thor several times-you know the movie-and well, Chris Hemsworth's, um, chest was different..." She shut her mouth and swallowed.

Classic example of why she should always have a solid plan in place first before approaching strange men.

His lips twitched. "How about we start off with a drink, then maybe afterward we can discuss me removing my shirt."

"Oh, no," she said with a nervous laugh. "Thank you. I'm fine." She raised her glass as proof and was dismayed to find it empty, with the exception of a few ice cubes. Huh. No wonder her lips were so loose.

He gave her a wry look. "Doesn't look so fine. Are you sure you don't want one little drink with me?"

She smiled sheepishly. "Well, okay. Maybe I could use another drink." Heck, why not? He was handsome and he hadn't bolted from her, despite her runaway mouth and obvious obsession with Chris Hemsworth. Maybe she'd even let him buy her two drinks. And now that she looked at him, really looked at him, she could see that he was way better-looking than the guy who hooked up with the maid of honor, and even much better-looking than Chris Hemsworth. She shouldn't have said no to him removing his shirt.

"What are you drinking?" he asked.

"Orange juice and vodka, but I don't really like it. You can order me whatever else you want. Just not a Chardonnay."

"Got it. You don't like Chardonnay."

"No, I love Chardonnay." She heaved a depressed sigh. "That's the point."

"What's the point? Self-denial?"

"No. The point is I always drink Chardonnay. I'm trying to expand my horizons. Be different." She gestured to the glass he was holding. "How about I just have what you're having?"


She made a face.

He shook his head. "Of all the gin joints, in all the world…" he muttered.

"Oh, I don't want gin, either."

About the Author:
Jennifer Shirk has a bachelor degree in pharmacy-which has in NO WAY at all helped her with her writing career. But she likes to point it out, since it shows romantic-at-hearts come in all shapes, sizes, and mind-numbing educations.

She is a USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of sweet (and sometimes even funny) romances for Montlake Romance and Entangled Publishing. Her novel, FIANCE BY FATE, a 2015 Readers' Crown Finalist, became an Amazon #1 bestseller for Series Romance. And recently, WRONG BROTHER, RIGHT MATCH, WON the Sweet Traditional category of the 2017 Golden Quill Contest and became a #1 Amazon bestseller for Holiday Romance and USA Today bestseller.

She serves on many volunteer boards in her community, but is most proud of her work on the Ocean City Free Public Library Board of Trustees, where she has served as President for over 3 years. She resides in a beach resort in NJ, and when she's not involved in all the above, she's taking care of her most treasured possessions: her husband, daughter, and dog (Sox).

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Love Between Enemies

Zoey Handler is ready to put an end to her decade-long rivalry with Gordon Meyers. They’ve traded top spot between valedictorian and salutatorian for years, but all that’s over now. Right? But after a crazy graduation speech prank gets out of hand, suddenly their rivalry turns into all-out war. Time to make peace with a little friendly payback.

Step one? Make him believe they’re now friends.

Step two? Show him the time of his life at an epic graduation party.

Step three? Don’t fall for his tricks.

Step four? Absolutely, positively, do not kiss him again.

So what if he’s cute? (Okay, hot.) So what if he’s charming? (Heaven help her, tempting.) So what if he apologizes? (That has to be fake.) She knows the real Gordon. And no matter how much her heart begs her to stop, there’s no turning back.

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains one epic party, complete with every high-schoolers-gone-bad shenanigan, and two rivals who discover maybe they could be something much more…if only they’d stop fighting long enough to notice it.

Gordon tasted like mint and warmth, and the way he kissed me back made the butterflies in my stomach do figure eights. Sparks shot across my skin as he clutched my hip and drew me flush against him without breaking our kiss.
            This was bad. Really bad.
            The text from Julie. He’d seen his name. I’d done the first thing I’d thought of…kissed him.
But now that my lips had touched his, all I wanted was for him to keep kissing me.
            Though I was one hundred percent certain before the lights went out that he’d been about to kiss me…and I’d been about to let him.
            I needed to get out of here, call Julie. Tell her to get everyone out. I couldn’t go through with this…not after everything—
            Gordon gently nipped at my bottom lip. I gasped from the heat of him, the wonderful way he held me tight and gentle at the same time. His scent swarmed my air, filling my head with all things Gordon. It was like he’d kissed me hundreds of times. As many as he’d needed to master it, because this was absolute perfection.
            I fingered the strands of hair at the base of his neck, popping up on my tiptoes to get a better angle. He let me take the lead but didn’t hesitate to follow me any which way I pointed us. I swiped my tongue over his, relishing in the way my blood sizzled and my insides melted.
            Where one strong hand held me to him, the other explored the length of my spine, a trail of warm shivers following his fingers. There, in the complete darkness in one of dozens of Lennon’s guest bathrooms, I totally forgot who I was. Forgot what I was doing there. Why I’d come to the party in the first place.

About Molly E. Lee:
Molly E. Lee is an author best known for her romance novels, the Grad Night series and the Love on the Edge series. Molly writes Adult and Young Adult contemporary featuring strong female heroines who are unafraid to challenge their male counterparts, yet still vulnerable enough to have love sneak up on them. In addition to being a military spouse and mother of two + one stubborn English Bulldog, Molly loves watching storms from her back porch at her Midwest home, and digging for treasures in antique stores.

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