First Chapter: Hooking Up by Helena Hunting

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Wedding Unbliss
Amie
This is the happiest day of my life. I allow that thought to roll around in my head,
trying to figure out why it doesn’t seem to resonate the way it should. This should be the
happiest day of my life. So I’m not exactly certain why the uneasy feeling I associate
with cold feet is getting worse rather than dissipating. I’ve already done the hard part;
walked down the aisle and said “I do.”
My husband excused himself to go to the bathroom several minutes ago and,
based on Armstrong’s itinerary for the day, speeches are supposed to begin promptly at
eight-thirty. According to my phone, that’s less than two minutes from now, and he’s not
here. The emcee for the evening is awaiting Armstrong’s return before he begins. And
then the real party can start. The one where we get to celebrate our commitment to each
other as partners for life. As in the rest of my breathing days. Dear God, why does that
make my stomach twist?
I sip my white wine. Armstrong pointed out that red is not a good idea with my
dress, even though it’s my preference. Besides, I don’t want it to stain my teeth. That
would make for bad pictures.
I glance around the hall and see my parents, who are probably celebrating the fact
that I didn’t walk down the aisle with a convicted felon. And frankly, so am I. My dating
history pre-Armstrong wasn’t fabulous.
The sheer number of people in attendance spikes my anxiety. Speaking in front of
all of these people makes me want to drink more, which is a bad idea. Tipsy speeches
could lead to saying the wrong thing. I check my phone under the table again. It’s after
eight-thirty. The longer Armstrong takes to return, the further behind we’ll get. The
music playlist, devised by Armstrong with painstaking efficiency, leaves no room for
tardiness. If we don’t start on time I’ll have to take out a song, or possibly two, to
compensate for his delay and he’s selected the order in such a way as to make that
difficult and that will annoy him. I just want today to be perfect. I want it to be reflective
of my decision to marry Armstrong. That I, Amalie Whitfield, can make good choices
and am not a disgrace to my family.
“Where the hell is he?” I scan the room and take another small sip of my wine. I
should switch to water soon so I don’t end up drunk, especially later, when all of this is
over and we can celebrate our lifelong commitment to each other without clothes on. I’m
hopeful it will last more than five minutes.
Ruby, my maid of honor and best friend for the past decade, puts a hand on my
shoulder. “Would you like Bancroft to find Armstrong?”
Bancroft, or Bane for short, is Ruby’s boyfriend who she’s been living with for
several months. Recently I find myself getting a little jealous of how affectionate they
still are with each other, even after all this time. Cohabitation hasn’t slowed them down
on the sex or their PDA. I have hope that Armstrong and I will be more like Bane and
Ruby now that we’ll be sharing the same bed every night.
I’m about to tell Ruby to give him another minute when a low buzz suddenly fills
the hall. It sounds like a school PA system. I start to panic—they can’t start the speeches
without Armstrong at my side. What’s the point of speeches if the groom isn’t present?
I’m halfway out of my seat, ready to tell the deejay, or whoever is behind the mic,
he needs to wait, when a very loud moan echoes through the room. The acoustics are
phenomenal in here, it’s why we chose this venue.
I glance at Ruby to make sure I’m not hearing things. Her eyes are wide. The kind
of wide associated with shock. The same shock I’m feeling.
Another moan reverberates through the sound system, followed by the words,
“Oh, fuuuck.”
A collective gasp ripples through the now-silent crowd. While the words
themselves are scandalous among these guests, it’s the voice groaning them that makes
me sit up straighter, and simultaneously consider hiding under the table.
“Fuck yeah. Ah, suck it. That’s it. Deep throat it like a good little slut.
Fuuuuuccckkkkk.”
My mouth drops and I look to Ruby to ensure I have not completely lost my mind.
“Is that—” I don’t finish the sentence. I already know the answer to the question, so it’s
pointless to ask. Besides, I’m cut off by yet another loud groan. I clap a hand over my
mouth because I’m not sure I’m able to close it, my disbelief is as vast as the ocean.
Ruby’s expression mirrors mine, except hers is incredibly animated since she’s an
actress. “Oh my God. Is that Armstrong?” Her words are no more than a whisper, but
they sound very much like a scream. Oh no, wait, that’s just Armstrong on the verge of
an orgasm. But these sounds are nothing like the ones he makes when he’s in the throes
of passion with me.
I clutch Ruby’s hand. The next sound that comes from him is a hybrid between a
hyena laugh and a wolf baying at the moon. And every guest at our wedding is hearing
the same thing I am. Our wedding. Someone other than me is blowing my husband at my
own wedding. My mortification knows no end.
I grab the closest bottle of wine and dump the contents into my glass. Some of it
sloshes over the edge and onto the crisp white tablecloth. It doesn’t matter. There’s plenty
more where it came from. I chug the glass, then grab Ruby’s.
People lean in and whisper to each other, eyes lift to the speakers. A few people,
the ones who are probably just here for the social-ladder-climbing potential, question
who it is.
“Is the deejay watching porn?” That comment comes from a table full of mostly
drunk singles in their early twenties.
Several eyes shift my way as I carelessly down Ruby’s wine and someone asks
where the groom has disappeared to.
The grunts and groans grow terrifyingly louder. This is nothing like what I’m
used to in bed with Armstrong. The dirty words aren’t something he ever uses with me,
mostly it’s just noises and sometimes a “Right there” or “I’m close,” but that’s about it.
He’s never talked to me like he is to the woman currently providing oral pleasure. And
I’m very adept at oral. Although with Armstrong it’s very polite, neat oral, with no
sounds other than the occasional hum. Slurping is uncivilized and a definite no-no.
I reach past Ruby for the bottle of red since I don’t really give a flying fuck about
purple teeth right now. As I sink low in my seat I pour another glass of wine, surveying
the people in the ballroom from behind the cover of the centerpiece. The centerpieces are
huge and excessive and I don’t like them at all, but at least provides a protective barrier
between the guests and my disgust, which I’m certain they must share. He sounds like a
wild animal rutting. It is entirely unsexy. I have no idea who he’s getting intimate with,
but I’m suddenly very glad it’s not me.
And doesn’t that tell me more about our relationship than it should.
It’s only been about thirty seconds—the most humiliating thirty seconds of my
life—before Armstrong comes. How do I know this? Because he says, very clearly,
“Keep sucking, baby, I’m coming.”
And “baby,” whoever she is, makes these horrific gurgling noises. It sounds like
some form of alien communication. It’s way over the top, and apparently Armstrong is
loving it, based on the string of vile profanity that spews from his asshole mouth.
“Holy crap. Is this for real? That was really fast,” Ruby mutters.
I guzzle my glass of wine. Then decide the glass is unnecessary and take a long
swig from the bottle before Ruby snatches it away. Wine dribbles down my chin and onto
my chest, staining the white satin purple. My dress is ruined. I should be freaking out.
But I really don’t care.
“Come on,” Ruby tugs on my hand. “We need to get you out of here while people
are still distracted.”
My older brother Pierce and the emcee are standing in the middle of the hall,
gesturing wildly to the speakers above us. My other brother, Lawson, is on his way
toward the podium in an attempt to do something. I don’t think there’s anything he can
do to stop this train wreck from there.
Ruby tugs again, but I’m frozen, still trying to figure out what exactly just
happened. Well, I know what’s happened. I just can’t believe it.
The sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothes follows. “Thanks for that, now I’ll
be able to last later tonight,” Armstrong says.
“What about me?” A female asks. Her voice is nasally and whiny.
“What about you?”
“Well I helped you, aren’t you going to help me?”
“Didn’t you come with a date?”
“Well, yes, but—” God her voice is familiar. I just can’t figure out where I know
it from.
“My cousin, right? He loves my sloppy seconds. Speeches are starting. I gotta get
back to my ball and chain.”
Gasps of horror ripple through the room, followed by a few giggles. These people
really are assholes.
I think I’m going to throw up. I can’t believe he’s going to come out here and
pretend nothing just happened. Like some other woman didn’t just have her lips around
his cock. His distinctly average cock. Maybe even slightly below average in length, if I’m
being one hundred percent honest.
A door opens and closes.
Lawson turns on the mic behind the podium and taps it, sending screeching
feedback through the room, making people cringe. Too bad no one did that a minute ago.
Murmuring grows louder and glances flicker to the head table and then away as
Brittany Thorton, a seriously skanky debutante, comes strutting through the doors, using
a compact to check her lipstick. She’s made it her mission to attempt to get into the pants
of half the eligible men in this room. She’s followed, not five seconds later, by a very
smug-looking Armstrong.
“I’m going to kill him.” I grab the closest steak knife, but it appears my hasty, and
possibly felonious, plan is unnecessary. My brothers leave their respective posts and stalk
toward him. Across the room my mother is gripping my father’s arm, whispering
furiously in his ear. Great. Just what I need, additional family drama.
“Oh shit,” Ruby gasps.
I follow her gaze to find Bane converging on Armstrong with my brothers.
Bancroft is a tank and he used to play professional rugby. I’ve seen him with his shirt off,
he’s built like a superhero and he’ll probably crush Armstrong, or at least break
something. Possibly multiple somethings.
For a second I consider that Ruby should probably stop Bane from destroying
Armstrong’s pretty, regal face, but then I realize I don’t actually care. In fact, the
possibility that he might break Armstrong’s perfectly straight nose fills me with glee.
Armstrong’s wellbeing is no longer my concern, it’s more about Bane ending up in
prison for murder.
“I hope Armstrong has a good plastic surgeon, he’s going to need it once Bane is
done with him.” Ruby echoes my internal hopes and her chair tips as she jumps up.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” She nods to the right.
I notice my mother and father engaged in a heated discussion with Armstrong’s
parents. I really don’t need this right now. Not the drama. Not the humiliation. All I
wanted was a nice wedding. Instead I end up with a husband who gets a blow job during
our reception—and it’s broadcast to everyone attending.
Ruby urges me into action. “Don’t worry about them. Get your stuff and we’ll get
you the hell out of here. I’ll have the limo meet you by the entrance near your bridal suite
as soon as I can.”
I nod and stumble unsteadily to my feet, thanks to having consumed the better
part of a bottle of wine in the last minute and a half. It’s amazing how ninety seconds can
change a person’s entire life.
All hell breaks loose as more men jump in to either pummel or extract Armstrong
from the pummeling. I grab my clutch and phone from the table, gather up my stupid, too
puffy gown, and head for the bridal suite, where I had prepared for what was supposed to
be the most amazing day of my life. And now it’s likely the worst, at least I hope the
mortification level I’m experiencing can’t exceed this. I feel like the foulest version of
Cinderella ever.
I rush down the empty hall and grab the doorknob as I fumble around in my
clutch for the key. I’m surprised when it turns. I thought I’d locked it before we left for
the ceremony. Regardless, I need to get away from everyone before I either lose it or
commit a felony. Maybe both. Murder in the first. Armstrong will be my victim. And
maybe that horrible skank, Brittany.
I thrust the door open and slam it closed behind me, locking it from the inside.
Tears threaten to spill over and ruin my makeup. Not that it matters since there’s no way
I’m going out there again. I can’t believe my forever lasted less than twelve hours. I can’t
believe the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life loving couldn’t be faithful to
me for even one day. What the hell is wrong with me? With him? I’m as devastated as I
am angry and embarrassed. Once I annul this farce of a marriage I’ll become a spinster. I
should probably go ahead and adopt six or seven cats tonight.
“I need to get out of this dress,” I say to myself. I reach behind me and pull the
bow at the base of my spine. Instead of unfurling, it knots and I only succeed in pulling it
tighter. Of course my dress has to be difficult. I growl my annoyance and rush over to my
dressing table where my makeup and perfume are scattered from earlier today. Half a
mimosa sits unconsumed beside the vase of red roses Armstrong had delivered.
The card read: I can’t wait to spend forever loving you.
What a load of bullshit. I drain the contents of the champagne flute, not caring
that the drink is warm and flat. Then I throw the glass, because it feels good and the
sound of shattering crystal is satisfying. Next I heave the vase of roses, which explodes
impressively against the wall, splattering water and shards of glass across the floor.
I yank out a couple of the drawers and find a pair of scissors. They actually look
more like gardening shears and seem rather out of place, but I don’t question it. Instead I
reach behind me with my back to the mirror and awkwardly try to cut myself free. It’s not
easy with the way I have to crane my neck.
“Goddammit! I need to get out of this stupid dress!” I yell at my reflection. I think
I might actually be losing it just a touch now. I stop messing around with the laces in the
back and shove the scissors down the front. I nearly nick myself with the blade—they’re
a lot sharper than I realized—but that doesn’t slow me down. I start hacking my way
through the bodice; layers of satin, lace, and intricate beading sliced apart with every
vicious snip.

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The Duke of Danger by Darcy Burke

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Darcy Burke is the USA Today Bestselling Author of hot, action-packed historical and sexy, emotional contemporary romance. A native Oregonian, Darcy lives on the edge of wine country with her guitar-strumming husband, their two hilarious kids who seem to have inherited the writing gene, and three Bengal cats. Visit Darcy online at www.darcyburke.com and sign up for her newsletter, follow her on Twitter at twitter.com/darcyburke, or like her Facebook page, www.facebook.com/DarcyBurkeFans.
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After killing his opponent in a duel, Lionel Maitland, Marquess of Axbridge, is known as the Duke of Danger. Tortured by guilt, he shields himself with a devil-may-care attitude. However, when he kills another man in another duel, he’s beyond redemption, even though it wasn’t his fault. He refuses to smear a dead man’s name, especially when he’s left behind a blameless widow who doesn’t deserve an even bigger scandal.
Widowed and destitute, Lady Emmaline Townsend must marry the man of her parents’ choosing or beg unsympathetic relatives for support. The only way out is to ask for help from the one man she’s sworn to hate, the man who owes her anything she asks, the man who killed her husband. They strike a devil’s bargain in which passion simmers just beneath the surface. But her dead husband’s transgressions come back to haunt them and threaten their chance at love.
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Puck Love by Carmen Jenner is our blitz for the day

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Title: Puck Love
Author: Carmen Jenner
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: October 3, 2017

 

Blurb

 

Stella Hart is the hottest thing in country music. For ten
years, she’s been Nashville’s darling. She’s pure, sweet, and a positive role
model in an industry rife with scandals, sex, and sequins. Men want to own her,
women want to be her—everyone wants a piece of her, and Stella? Well, she wants
out.
As the center for the Calgary Crushers, Van Ross isn’t afraid
of the spotlight, but he doesn’t much like it either. Despite his reputation as
a player, the NHL’s bad boy lives for only two things: the game, and his
younger brother. That’s why when he comes across a country music superstar
seeking refuge at his home in the Canadian Rockies, he’s not too happy with the
media shitstorm this surprise houseguest brings.
With a nationwide manhunt, paparazzi dogging their every
move, producers of a reality TV show baying for blood, and a record label
desperate to see their “good girl” returned safely home, Van and Stella’s lives
are snowballing out of control.
While Van would like nothing more than to show the purest of
them all how well he handles his er … stick, Stella is no puck bunny. Nor is
she as innocent as she’d have the world believe. 
With chemistry like theirs, tension runs high on and off the
ice, but the end game is the same for both players: line up the puck, take the
shot, and score. If only their hearts understood the play.

Puck fame and fortune.
Puck right and wrong.

 

Puck love.

 

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Excerpt

“What are
you running from?” I say, echoing the me from several months ago when this
strange and beautiful creature had arrived on my doorstep, lost, and seeking
refuge from a world that might have destroyed a lesser woman.
She takes
several steps back until there’s nowhere left to go but on top of the counter.
“I’m not running from anything.”
I press
against her. She’s stiff as a board. That
makes two of us
. “I miss you, Stella. I jack it every day thinking about
you, sometimes twice a day. I want you.”
“You
can’t have me, Van.”
“Bullshit,”
I hiss. I slide my hand into her hair, and pull her closer. I lean in, but I
don’t kiss her. “Tell me you miss me. Tell me you’re thinking about me, too.”
“I don’t
. . .” She shakes her head, but her breath is hot and heavy against my face.
“I’m not.” 

I close
my eyes and rub my cheek against hers. My stubble is likely scratching her
delicate skin, but she doesn’t pull away, and I slide my hand under her shirt.
She’s braless. I groan. All those long days and nights she tortured me at the
cabin by wearing only my flannel shirts with no bra, and probably no panties
either, for all I knew. This little cock
tease needs a taste of her own medicine
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Author Bio
Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA Today and international bestselling author.Her dark romance, KICK (Savage Saints MC #1), won Best Dark Romance Read in the Reader’s Choice Awards at RWDU, 2015.

A tattoo enthusiast, hardcore makeup addict and zombie fangirl, Carmen lives on the sunny North Coast of New South Wales, Australia, where she spends her time indoors wrangling her two wildling children, a dog named Pikelet, and her very own man-child.

A romantic at heart, Carmen strives to give her characters the HEA they deserve, but not before ruining their lives completely first … because what’s a happily ever after without a little torture?

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Let’s blitz with Ella James today

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Sloth and Murder had makeovers!! New covers for both!

Murder has also been renamed MY HEART FOR YOURS!

Sloth has an ALL NEW bonus scene!

To celebrate this exciting news, Ella James has put both books on sale for ONLY 99¢

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SLOTH BLURB:

Dear A. –

I am writing to express my gratitude for your gift. There are no sufficient words, but please accept my sincerest thank you.

Yours,

She writes me back.

I didn’t expect that.

She tells me she’s a lover of chicken pizza and video games, a hot sorority girl with the nickname Sloth. She wants to know something about me in return. She says I owe her.

This is how she saves my life. She doesn’t even know it. We’ve never even seen each other. But I need a reason. Just one reason to continue. She becomes mine.

The anonymity is good. She doesn’t need to know me, but I need her kindness. We both live our lives: a letter here, a post card there. For three years, I escape my demons. And then one day I’m pulled back in.

I’ve resigned myself to what I know is coming. Until the girl I’m spanking gives her safe word: Sloth.

And then the lie I’m living starts to unravel.

Sloth is a standalone love story with many twists, one huge secret, and a non-cliffhanger ending. It will wreck you, but you’ll like it.

BTW: Part of the fun of reading this book is trying to guess the secret. I would appreciate it if you could avoid spoilers in reviews and review headlines, so others will be able to enjoy the guessing game.

*Sloth is part of a collection of standalones inspired by a sin, and centered around a huge secret. The other standalone, My Heart for Yours, is inspired by the sin of murder, and is the story of Kellan’s oldest brother, Barrett Drake. It’s free via Kindle Unlimited and also for sale here in the Kindle Store.

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Gwenna White’s new neighbor is…distracting. He’s a beautiful, motorcycle-driving enigma. One she can’t allow herself to think about. Since the accident that ruined her face and stole her career, Gwen, a former model, lives under the radar, seldom leaving the bear sanctuary she runs in the Tennessee mountains. She’s not reclusive, but that doesn’t mean she’s looking for a lover. Definitely not someone who looks like that.

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Barrett Drake could use a friend: a tall order, since most of his are dead. His damaged hand may be the reason he’s out of special ops, but it’s not his only wound. Not by a long shot. All that’s left between Bear and a new life is one last job. If he can hold on, get it done… He won’t be here that long. Just long enough to ruin Gwen’s life and make a speedy exit. That’s the plan.

But things don’t always go as planned.

You can’t choose who you love.

You can’t fix fate.

And that’s the problem…

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Cover Reveal #2: Ella James brings us The Plan

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The Plan by Ella James

Release Date: November 6th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

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SYNOPSIS

You’ve heard this story before. Woman feels her biological clock ticking and gets someone to knock her up.

Not for love, for baby.

Crazy, right?

That’s what I thought.

Then I found out my fiancé had a vasectomy. The life I thought I had? Nope. Suddenly I’m 33, and I don’t even have a kissing buddy.

When my mom’s health takes a turn and I wind up back in my hometown of Fate, Alabama, I tell myself to leave things up to…well, you know.

Then I see Gabriel McKellan. He’s Fate’s most famous son, a bestselling author who is beautiful, complicated, and living just below me. In addition to his plus-sized brain, Gabe’s well-endowed in other ways, and great in bed to boot. I would know. He’s my ex husband.

When I suggest The Plan, I don’t imagine that he’ll take the bait. It’s been ten years, and we don’t work. But Fate has other plans for both of us.

 

 

 

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Let’s have a cover reveal: Rewrite by Stephanie Rose

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Title: Rewrite

Author: Stephanie Rose

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Photo: MaelDesign & Photography

Models: Josh & Shauna Meyers

Release Date: October 19, 2017

 





Blurb 

Once upon a
time, a girl loved a boy and he loved her back. They lived happily ever after.
But our
story was never that simple.
I loved
Josh with all I had, right until the day he left. Now, all these years later,
he was back—and wanting me the way I’d always longed for him. Except now, I
belonged to someone else. Someone who never left me the way Josh had. I figured
that was the end of our story. I couldn’t alter the past.
I didn’t
want to rewrite my future.
Brianna was
always more than my best friend. She was the shining light in my black hole of
an existence, and I loved her with every cell and bone in my body. I wasn’t
good enough for her, though—more the villain than the hero in our fairy tale.
When I had to leave, I vowed to come back a better man—for her. But when I
finally did return, she wasn’t waiting for me anymore. She had someone new, her
very own Prince Charming. Did that mean our story was over? I couldn’t change
our past.
It was time
to rewrite our ending.

 

 

Excerpt
Brianna hadn’t uttered a single word since we stepped into the truck. Tension radiated off her entire body as she faced as far away from me as possible. I knew she was avoiding me. Our near kiss was too much for her to handle right now. I should’ve backed off and let her have her space, and I did for a few days. All we were doing was delaying the inevitable—whether she chose to admit it or not.
 
“I’m sorry we had to leave so soon. I would have liked to meet more of your friends.” I glanced her way, and Brianna nodded in response, still not looking at me.
 
“I saw Christal corner you at the bar.” Her voice was aloof but the ticking in her jaw said otherwise as she drew back into the seat.
 
Sick, my ass. I noticed her glaring at me and Christal tonight. She stared daggers into Christal’s back every time she touched me. She could act as aloof as she wanted. I knew she fucking hated it. My cupcake was in a losing battle with herself. She was going to make herself really get sick if she didn’t surrender soon.
 
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Chatty little thing.”
 
Brianna nodded but wouldn’t look my way.
 
“She is. I’m surprised she didn’t slip you her number,” she scoffed.
 
“Oh, she did. In fact, she opened with that.” I fought a smile, picturing the wheels turning in her adorable little head.
 
Brianna’s head whipped to mine. “She did?”
 
“What’s wrong?” I asked with as much innocence as I could get away with. “You don’t like her?”
 
“No,” she offered a bit too abruptly. “I mean, she’s fine, I guess. You can talk to whomever you want.”
 
“So, if I take her out . . . you’d be okay with that?” I let Christal down easy and right away, but Brianna didn’t need to know that. The prick in me wanted to see how this played out.
 
“Sure.” She shrugged as she turned away from me again. “Do what you want.” Her jaw clenched so hard, I thought she was going to chip a tooth as she focused on the Hudson River whizzing passed the car window.
 
Since we were kids, she had the worst poker face. I always knew the second she was pissed off, and judging by how her chest heaved, she was about ready to blow.
 
Traffic always bottlenecked around the same exit. We inched until we came to a full stop. I slid my arm around her and leaned in. She stiffened, but unless she jumped out of the car onto the side of the highway, she had nowhere to go.
 
I nuzzled her cheek. Fuck it, I was going for broke.
 
“And if I . . . take her home. You’d be . . .”
 
“Fine,” she breathed out, her voice a mix of fury and lust. “Like I just said, do what you want.”
 
I laughed, victorious. “Cupcake,” I whispered as my lips grazed her cheek, “you are so full of shit.”

 


Author Bio

 

 
Stephanie
Rose grew up loving words and making up stories. Being able to share them with
readers is her dream come true. This lifelong Bronx girl loves Starbucks, wine
and 80s rock. Her voice often gets mistaken for a Mob Wives trailer.
 
She married
her prom date and has a seven-year-old LEGO obsessed son. She believes there is
nothing sexier than a good guy who loves with all his heart, and has made it
her mission to bring as many as she can to the page.
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Sarah Robinson presents the cover of Bare

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Today we have the gorgeous cover reveal for Sarah Robinson’s BARE! And, because Sarah is amazing, she’s running a sale on NUDES, the first book in her EXPOSED series! Grab it today and preorder BARE before the February release!

 

Title: BARE: A Hollywood Romance

Author: Sarah Robinson

Series: Exposed, Book 2

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Standalone

Release Date: Feb. 27, 2018

About BARE:

 

Following the popular series debut—NUDES was praised as “passionate, emotional and uplifting” by #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely—contemporary romance author Sarah Robinson weaves a new standalone story where a second chance at romance is found on a Hollywood film set and secrets always have a way of being…exposed.

 

Reed Scott is the hottest actor in LA…

Being a Hollywood heartthrob has its perks, and I’ve damn sure enjoyed every one of them, both on and off the silver screen. The tabloids loved every second of exploiting my privacy, chronicling my mistakes in ink for the whole world to see. Accepting the lead role in a romantic dance film was guaranteed to make me a box office hit and help me rewrite my image, until the choreographer hired to train me turned out to be the only woman I’d ever loved and lost.

 

As beautiful and enticing as ever, Tegan walks in and reminds me of the worst mistake I’ve ever made. She should hate me, and now she has the power to destroy everything I am.

 

Tegan Reynolds is picking up the pieces…

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…never going to happen. I fell in love with Reed Scott once and it nearly killed me—literally. The last thing I want to do now is teach him how to dance, but I need this job and there’s no way I’m letting him take yet another thing away from me.

 

Reed is in my world now, and this time we’re dancing by my rules.

 

 

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About Nudes:

Praised by #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely, as “Passionate, emotional and uplifting!”, contemporary romance author Sarah Robinson brings readers a new standalone novel set in the glamorous hills of Hollywood and tackling challenging themes like the intersection of sexuality and female empowerment.


Ben Lawson is making a comeback…

After a few tabloid headlines, they think they know me. They don’t know a damn thing. As CEO of a movie production company, I’ll show them who I really am when we hit it big at the box office. My ex thought her smear tactics would ruin me, but I’m unbreakable. Rising from the debris, I swore I’d never let a woman distract me like that again. But then, my leading actress walked on the set and changed everything.

Seductive, sexy, and unapologetic, Aria Rose could break me. I wanted to help her, protect her…love her. Instead, I destroyed her.

Aria Rose is baring it all….

I knew better. I knew not to trust another Hollywood heartthrob with a reputation like his. He was my boss and became my ruin. I should have stayed far away from him. Ben Lawson promised me the world. He even promised me his heart.

But he destroyed everything–my heart, my career, us.

 

 

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About the Author:

Aside from being a Top 10 Barnes & Noble and Amazon Bestseller, Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in forensic and clinical psychology. She is newly married to a wonderful man who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiasts as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues including everything from mammals to reptiles to marsupials, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters.

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