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I have three cardinal rules: Never mix business with pleasure Never let a woman spend the night. Never date a woman with kids. Kids freak me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. God’s gift to women. Aka Donor 5262. It was a piece of cake and fifteen hundred dollars a month for my deposits (in sperm bank speak) came in handy. Wank, bank, and go. I just didn’t think about the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy and I’m going to get hit up for child support. Big time. Now, my father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor who’s looking to acquire his animation company doesn’t want a player running a family-oriented business. Just in time, she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the hot as sin brunette with her killer curves and those chocolate brown eyes stepped foot in my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except she’s totally off limits. And there’s someone else she loves with all her heart and soul that I can’t replace. Can my temp become my forever before my past catches up with me? I’m willing to break all the rules. Excerpt
With Tyson skating on her own close to the railing and Drake by her side, the twosome skated over to me.
“Mommy, skating is SO much fun! You should try it!” “She’s right,” Drake chimed in. “I’m afraid I’ll fall.” “But, Mommy, you have a big butt so it won’t hurt.” Mortification raced through me. I felt myself turning as red as a beet. Kids say the darndest things, right? Wrong! My sassy almost six-year-old had no filter. Drake broke out into hysterical laughter. I clenched my fists. I wanted to punch him. “It’s not funny.” “Dee, you have a great butt. Now, get your ass on the ice.” “C’mon, Mommy,” Ty pleaded. “Please, pretty please with a cherry on top.” Drake’s laughter let up. “Mighty, why don’t you take a spin around the rink? You’re ready to skate all by yourself. Stay close to the railing and hold on to it if you have to.” “Yay!” On my next breath, she took off. My breath caught in my throat, but she seemed to be managing just fine. Drake stayed behind. All that separated us was the waist-high railing. He leaned into me. His sparkling blue eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and mischief while his warm breath heated my cheeks. His hands tugged playfully at the ends of my wool plaid scarf. “Aren’t you going to skate with Tyson?” He glanced in her direction. She was already halfway around the rink. “She’s doing just fine by herself. She’s a total natural. She reminds me of myself at that age. I took, like her, to the ice like a penguin.” “But what if she falls?” He shrugged. “She’ll get up.” He tugged again at my scarf. “C’mon, Dee, get your big beautiful butt on the ice.” “No way.” “That does it.” My eyes stayed on him as he skated with amazing grace and speed to the entrance of the rink, stormed off the ice, and marched my way. In a single swoop, he hauled me over his shoulders. “What the hell are you doing, Drake?” “Getting you on the ice,” he responded, marching back to the entrance, one hand gripping me right below my ass. “Put me down!” I began to kick my feet in protest. “Behave! And stop kicking. Skate blades are sharp and can be very dangerous. I don’t want you to cut off my dick. I’d like to keep it intact. And the same with my balls.” Rage filled every bone in my body. The asshole! He’d made me his captive like some kind of caveman. “Stop,” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as he marched us back on the ice and then raced around the rink at breakneck speed. We quickly caught up with Tyson. “Hi, Mommy!” she yelled out as we flew by. I could hear her giggling as the whooshing sound of Drake’s skates sung in my ears. Speeding around the ice, draped over Drake’s shoulder, I was getting dizzy. My arms hung loose like a ragdoll’s within groping distance of his perfect buns of steel. Blood rushed to my head. I’d had enough. “Put me down!” I breathed out. “Are you ready to stop acting like a brat?” “I am not a brat!” Without warning, he swatted my ass with his free hand. The slap stung straight through my thick leggings, but the incendiary sting strangely turned me on. A barrage of tingles blazed through me, clustering between my inner thighs. “Put me down,” I yelled again. He didn’t say a thing. Coming to a braking halt that left a skid mark on the ice, he set me on my feet. Standing behind me, he kept his hands anchored on my waist to keep me balanced. I stood as frozen as the ice, hoping he’d never let me go. Partly because I was nervous as shit. And mostly because it felt so good to have his hands touching me. The sparks coursing through my body were definitely not going to help with skating. “Okay, I’m going to teach you how to skate. Trust me, you’re going to be the next Dorothy Hamill.” I couldn’t help a nervous laugh. “I. Don’t. Think. So.” He laughed his sexy laugh. “Think again.” “Seriously, Drake, I don’t think I can do this.” “Come on. If your five-year-old daughter can, so can you.” My eyes darted to Tyson, who was circling around the rink. Her strokes were a little awkward, but she was definitely skating. And doing it well. “Tyson is fearless,” I countered. “What are you afraid of?” he breathed into my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine. “Of falling.” Of falling for you. “You won’t. I’ve got you. Now push off with one foot and then the other.” Trembling, I did what he asked. My legs wobbled, but I moved three feet forward. A small victory on the slippery ice. “Nice. Now do it again. But this time push from your hips, not your knees.” “Okay,” I stammered. I did as he asked and noticed how much steadier and more powerful my strokes were. Still holding me firmly, he asked me to repeat the movements and I did so several more times. I’d probably skated a total of twenty feet. “You’re doing great!” He let go of me with one hand. Gah! Don’t let go of me. And then he tugged at my ponytail before repositioning himself so that we were side by side. He laced his fingers with mine. My heart pounding, I squeezed his hand. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice as contorted as my face. “What does it look like? I’m holding your hand. We’re going to skate around the rink.” “No, I’m not ready for this!” I protested. “I want to get off the ice.” “Fine. You can get off by yourself. I’m going for a spin. See ya.” To my utter horror, he let go of my hand and skirted off—skating backward, no less, the damn showoff, facing me with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face. “Please, Drake,” I begged. My begging only made his grin grow bigger. “Please what?” “Please don’t leave me.” I’m not sure if he heard me because my voice was so shaky and small. His grin morphed into a wicked smile, and in a few frantic heartbeats, he was again by my side. His fingers entwined with mine once more. How warm his hand felt next to my cold and clammy one. He gave my hand a little squeeze. “I’m never going to leave you, D-baby.” My heart jumped. He called me baby. He probably called every girl that, but the way he said it so tenderly made me think I was the first. Following his lead, I began to skate with more confidence. Loving every minute of our togetherness. For about the next five or so minutes, we circled the rink, Drake holding my hand, me improving with each stroke. Once or twice I turned to look at him, and somehow at those moments, his gaze met mine. No words were spoken. Just silent smiles. Midway around the rink, my baby called out to me. “Look, Mommy. No hands!” Half elated, half fearful, I craned my head in her direction, losing focus on my strokes. Suddenly, one of my blades caught with Drake’s and my heart lurched in my chest at that horrible sensation that I—we?—were taking a tumble. “Shit,” I heard Drake mumble as the inevitable happened. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was flat on my back on the ice and he was splayed on top of me. We were a breath apart, his heart beating against mine. The warmth of his body caging mine was a sharp contrast to the cold ice beneath me. “Are you okay?” he asked, the heat of his breath warming my cheeks. “Yeah. You?” “Totally.” I gazed at his face. His lips were parted, his eyes smoldering. The heat of his body was melting the ice beneath me. Melting the distance that separated us. The weight of Drake’s body kept me from moving. “Can you help me up?” “Not yet. I like being on top of you.” I like you on top too. “It can’t be that hard—” “Yeah, it is that hard. Very hard.” He rocked his hips against me. Gah! It was hard. Very, very hard. His eyes blazing into mine, he traced my lips with his fingertip and then leaned in closer until I could practically taste his minty breath. I could feel my heart pounding, hear my breathing grow labored. My lips parted, partly because I needed to get oxygen into my lungs and partly because I wanted him to devour them. I wanted him to kiss me so badly I could scream. As his lips were about to touchdown, a little voice caused us both to jolt. Tyson. Giggling, she skated up to us. “You guys look so funny!” Yes, we were a tangled pile of arms and legs. But it was more than just the physical. Our emotions were all tangled up too. “I’m hungry,” said my little girl. Drake’s eyes burned into mine. “Me too.” “Me three.” I’d never hungered for a man as much as I did for my new boss, Drake Hanson. I should have felt relieved that Tyson didn’t catch us kissing, but instead I felt bereft.
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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound 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. To learn about my new releases, sales, and giveaways, please sign up for my newsletter and follow me on social media. I love to hear from my readers. AUTHOR LINKS Website: http://www.nellelamour.com Newsletter: http://www.nellelamour.com/newsletter Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NelleLamourAuthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/nellelamour Email: [email protected] Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Nelle-LAmour/e/B00ATHR0LQ BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/nelle-l-amour
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From international bestselling author Tia Louise comes a new STAND-ALONE second-chance romance…
Ember Rose was saltwater and seduction. My biggest temptation. My biggest regret. I thought she’d always be waiting for me. I was wrong. Now I’m back in Oceanside searching for peace, hoping to escape what my life has become. She isn’t supposed to be here… Dark hair blowing in the ocean breeze, Luscious curves barely hidden by thin cotton. I didn’t come back for her. But when we touch, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine…
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Title: Bound by Vengeance
Series: Ravage MC Bound #3 Author: Ryan Michele Genre: MC Romance Release: September 14, 2017 Cover Design by Cassy Roop at Pink Ink Designs Photography by Wander Aguiar Photography Models: Jonny James & Desiree Crossmann PreOrder: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2sCm7T7 Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2sCg4OyAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/2sCgTH6 Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2sCDkvC iBooks: http://apple.co/2sCaGuE Nook: http://bit.ly/2sCvOkH Google Play: http://bit.ly/2sCsiXt Kobo: http://bit.ly/2wYIEZj
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Vengeance: punishment inflicted or retribution exacted for an injury or wrong. Austyn Cruz’s life has been turned on its axis. She’s done with sitting on the sidelines while those around her deal with her problems. Growing up in the Ravage MC, there’s always been someone at her back. Now it’s time for her to deal with her problems on her own. That is, until the guy she’s lusted over and loved for more years than she can count decides to claim her. Only, it’s too late. He’s too late. Everything has changed. Ryker James lives by one rule: live free. His past does not define him, but it does decide to give him a wakeup call after years of lying dormant. It’s time to face his demon and make sure, once and for all, it never comes back into his life. All the while protecting the one and only he’s loved for longer than he should. Two people tied together by their pasts. Two people searching for vengeance. Will the retribution they seek tear them apart, or bring them together? In the end, justice will be served … the Ravage MC way. ** Bound by Vengeance (Ravage MC Bound Series Book Three) is a standalone full-length novel. You do not have to read the Ravage MC series nor Bound Series to follow this book, but if you’d like to see where it all started, you really should. **
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©Ryan Michele 2017 Unedited and Subject to Change Prologue The gun is steady in my hand, the weight of it not giving me a bit of comfort. The cold of the metal, the unforgiving of its mold matches the way I feel inside. Hardened steel, molded and made by the hands of men, the firearm gives me no fear and only feeds the burning in my soul for retribution. Aiming it at him, thoughts of how I got to this place rush through me. The choices that were stripped, the consequences of actions and life that was altered and changed forever. All of it weighs heavy on me, but my strong shoulders hold it. Being a warrior is in my blood carried through me from my parents. Eye for an eye is our motto and they would expect nothing less from me. The blood pumping through my veins was once a life source. Now, my sole focus, and the fury that courses through me is fueled with every beat of my heart by vengeance. He looks up at me, eyes blank. “Bye, Ryker.” Without a second thought, or a moment of hesitation, I pull the trigger.
In the Series:
Bound by Family (Ravage MC Bound #1) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2jDwSA1 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2jCyhaJ Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2k4PF4u Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2jDsaCe iBooks: http://apple.co/2iXl237 Nook: http://bit.ly/2k8c3Oq Kobo: http://bit.ly/2iYkUAf Google Play: http://bit.ly/2ktAHtc Bound by Desire (Ravage MC Bound #2) iBooks: http://apple.co/2neQbBk Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2npjpOp Nook: http://bit.ly/2nrJLz7 Kobo: http://bit.ly/2muy8Iz Google Play: http://bit.ly/2o6KwuC Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2mSdFJ0 Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2o6CXE0 Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2mWxKyz
Author Bio:
Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming. She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn. When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun. Social Media Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRyanMichele/ Website: www.authorryanmichele.net Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ryan-Michele/e/B00FY8NU8M/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/RyanMichele Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Ryan_Michele Newsletter: http://goo.gl/yPFRuJ
Title: Match Pointe: Bad Boys and Show Girls
Series: Love and Play #3 Author: Amélie S. Duncan Genre: Sports Romance/Contemporary Romance Cover Design: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear Creative Release Date: September 11, 2017 PRE-ORDER LINKS US: http://amzn.to/2fChSm1 UK: http://amzn.to/2w00ejg CA: http://amzn.to/2vQL8Mx AU: http://amzn.to/2wEYoS1 iBooks: http://apple.co/2w1zqhM
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A world of passion burns inside me, hidden from view by my delicate ballet movements. I will break free of my ballerina box, and I will have him – no matter what the cost. It is written in my stars: to be one of the greatest ballerinas that the New York City Ballet has ever seen; my whole life, my mother’s ambition has driven me, the delicate, frail, and untouchable Scarlet Ricci to this point. But I’m not any of these things once I remove my pointe shoes. I yearn for independence, escape, and the freedom just to be me… and to have him, no matter what the cost. Tyler Wilson may be the star striker for New York FC and an insouciant womanizer to go, screwing half the city on the back of his fame. But underneath his frivolous bravado, I see the real Tyler – a man I’ve known since childhood. He sees me as a fragile, an untouchable princess. Now we’re working together, I feel the crack of electric, sexual tension in the air with each glance shared. I will show Tyler I’m not just a ballerina in a box, even if it costs both of us everything we’ve ever known. Together, we will defy everyone and break the rules. But we can never, ever be caught.
AUTHOR BIO
Amélie S. Duncan writes contemporary, erotic romances. Her inspiration comes from many sources including her life experiences and travels. She lives on the West Coast of the United States with her husband. AUTHOR LINKS Website: http://ameliesduncan.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmelieSDuncan Twitter: https://twitter.com/AmelieSDuncan Title: I Do(n’t) Author: Leddy Harper Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: August 11, 2017 PURCHASE LINKS US: http://amzn.to/2wK5XGa UK: http://amzn.to/2vp2Wvz CA: http://amzn.to/2wwm4b4 AU: http://amzn.to/2wKpRR9 Free in Kindle Unlimited
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I fell in love with Holden York when I was six years old. Most of my youth came with spiral notebooks filled with doodles, wedding plans, and “Janelle York” looped in bubbly handwriting. However, one night in Vegas changed everything. I woke up to more than just a fantasy of my brother’s best friend. Five years later, I'm standing on his doorstep confronting him about the secret he kept from me. If you think this is the story of how we rode off into the sunset together… You’re so wrong. But if you think this is the story of how Holden blackmailed me into living with him... You couldn't be more right.
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Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped. She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters. She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears. AUTHOR LINKS Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLeddyHarper Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8573706.Leddy_Harper Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Leddy-Harper/e/B00PG4ZCKS/ Website: http://www.leddyharper.com/
Title: My Hot Boss
Author: Betty Shreffler Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy Release Date: August 15, 2017 PURCHASE LINKS – 99c for a limited time US: http://amzn.to/2hPhEsu UK: http://amzn.to/2vUNsm5 CA: http://amzn.to/2vsUThk AU: http://amzn.to/2vUq1cv Free in Kindle Unlimited
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Emma From the moment I met Grayson Cole, I knew he was someone I wanted to let in my panties and maybe, even in my heart. One night, one sexy-as-sin kiss, and several drinks later, our incredible evening turns into a disaster and I’m apologizing for the vomit spatter on his fancy, black shoes. I never thought I’d see him again after that, no matter how many nights I spent wishing I would. Until a month later, he waltzes into my office as—MY NEW, HOT BOSS. I’m so screwed. Grayson She was meant to be a fun f*ck. That’s all I wanted. That’s all I needed. But Emma Williams could never be just that for me. The quirky, brunette vixen challenges me at every opportunity. My desire to have her has me working for her affections, like I’ve never done before. What is this woman doing to me? Not only am I her Boss, but I don’t do feelings. There’s only one way I see this ending. I’m f*cked for sure.
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Grayson The erotic book in my hand is barely distracting me from the stunning woman lying in my bed. Her dark, wavy hair is cascading over the pillow and the sheet barely covers her. From my chair, I have a perfect view of the curve of her back, narrow waist, and luscious ass. She groans as she moves and my cock hardens from the sound. She’s learned I have certain tastes in the bedroom. I’d never belittle or hurt a woman, but I do like some kink. No doubt she’s a little sore from the vibrator I used. If the sounds of her moans and the two orgasms meant anything, I’d say she liked it very much. My lips curve from the memory of her face when I brought it out and then again when she reached her first climax. Reaching down, I adjust my semi into a more comfortable position. Little does Emma know how often she gives me a hard on. It’s like I’m a fucking teenager again with an uncontrollable snake in my pants that becomes alert and ready anytime it gets a whiff of her pussy. What’s even more confusing is what I’m feeling for her. I’ve never been patient with sex. I’ve seduced, got what I wanted, and moved on. It’s been this way for years. No woman has ever mattered enough that I wanted to be patient, careful, and even considerate of her emotions. But Emma’s inside my head, an itch I can’t satisfy until I have her, all of her. With her, I want to take the seduction slowly. I’m enjoying it. She appreciates everything I do, and I find myself upping the ante just to win her affections. Fear isn’t something a man likes to admit to others, let alone to himself, but I feel it. It’s there. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. I want her to trust me because if she gives me her trust, I’ll have her. But, then what? She’ll be another conquest and I’ll what, get bored like I always do, lose interest? Or will it be me that burns? If I let her in, I’ll have to change. I’ll have to give her the trust I know she’ll want from me. Am I even capable of giving it, of loving someone? She stirs in her sleep and I watch her. Emma has no idea she’s the first woman to have stayed the night with me. It’s probably why I’m up at two a.m. reading because I can’t sleep. Not with her lying next to me, smelling like sex and jasmine, and breathing so peacefully it pains me to look at her. “Grayson,” her voice is a sleepy whisper. I continue watching her move. The sheet falls from her breasts as she sits up and turns to face me. The question in her eyes kills me. She’s concerned why I’m not in bed with her. Stepping from the bed, she approaches. Her dark, little patch above her pink lips annihilates my remaining control over my cock. “Can’t sleep?” she asks, her voice so sweet it breaks me. I extend my arm and she slides onto my lap and lies against my chest, like we’ve been doing this for years. The scent of jasmine fills my nostrils and I lean against her hair, breathing her in. The touch of my hand caressing her back releases a pleasured moan from her lips. Lips that can easily bring me to my knees, if I’m not careful. “Sorry to wake you. I read when I can’t sleep.” Laying her head on my shoulder, she looks at my book. “What are you reading?” “Undo This Night.” “Will you read it to me?” The corner of my mouth raises. “You want me to read it out loud to you?” She giggles and the sound widens my smile. “Yes.” This is unexpected, but I like it. She continues to surprise me. I can never predict what Emma will do, and it’s something I adore about her. She keeps me on top of my game. “From the beginning or where I’m at?” “Where you’re at.” My attention returns to the book. “I raise Tiffany’s ass in the air and slap it once, twice then spread her cheeks. Reaching for the condom I tossed on the bed, I sheath it over my cock, then rub against her pink, tiny hole. Looking over her shoulder at me tells me she wants me to fuck her hard. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen her and by the needy look in her eyes, she knows I won’t be gentle.” Emma’s hand reaches into my sweatpants and circles my raging hard on. Each stroke makes it harder to focus on the words. “I slam into her tight pussy and latch onto her hips, using them as leverage to fuck the moans right out of her mouth.” Emma pushes the book out of her way and straddles me with her knees tucked into the cushion of my chair. Her mouth slams down on mine and I toss the book to who-fucking-cares where. Lifting her from the chair, I wrap her legs around me and pull her ass up against my aching erection and move her over it. “Grayson, I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.” “No other men, Emma. If you’re with me, you’re with only me.” “I don’t want anyone else.” Laying her on the bed, she watches as I remove my sweatpants. My cock is at attention and her eyes go right to it. She moistens her bottom lip and it jumps at the sight of it. The last time that tongue touched my dick, she stole a chunk of my heart. Wicked little thing she is. “Let me get a condom.” I move toward the dresser and she extends her legs, trapping me between them. “Don’t need one. I’m on the pill.” My chest tightens. Sex without a condom is something I don’t do. Fuck me, she’s got me between a rock and a soft, little pussy I’m dying to feel. I turn to her and crawl above her on the bed. “Just this once. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” Her gray eyes are locked on mine and her mouth tilts into a lascivious grin. I close the space between us and kiss her. Spreading her legs, my dick slides across her slick pussy. She’s already soaking wet for me. I raise my hips and plunge into her. Cock-melting heat surrounds me, she’s so tight I barely have to move to get the friction I need. Pushing in further, she lets out a whimper. “Am I hurting you?” “No, you feel incredible.” “Emma, I want to give you slow and sensual, but I don’t think I can. I want to fuck you until you’re calling out my name.” “Please, fuck me,” she begs. Her needy plea puts me into action. One hand takes hold of her neck and the other tucks under her leg, raising it as I thrust into her hard. Every time I pull out and slam into her, I feel the blood racing to my groin. The familiar tingle is at my back; she’s spewing cuss words and calling out my name. Another thrust and her orgasm pours over me and it feels perfect. My jaw clenches and I release into her. It’s a high I’ve never had and the moment it happens, I know I’m ruined. There’s no way I can go back to a condom with her. Lying on the bed, she’s sprawled out across my body in a deep sleep with her head tucked into my neck. My fingers are combing through her hair and I’m watching the ceiling, replaying different scenarios in my head. Every single one ends with the same fear—one of us getting hurt.
AUTHOR BIO
Betty Shreffler is a bestselling author of paranormal romantic suspense and contemporary romance. She writes sexy and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and kickass heroines with twists you don’t expect. She also writes beautiful and sexy romances with tough women and their journeys at finding love. Betty is a mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet and a whole lot of sense of humor. She’s a fan of photography, reading, watching movies, hiking, traveling, drinking wine, and all things romantic. She lives with her amazing hubs and five fur babies; two rescue pups and three cats. If she’s not writing or doing book events, then you can find her behind the lens of a camera, in the woods, or sipping wine behind a deliciously steamy book. AUTHOR LINKS Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorbettyshreffler Facebook Readers’ Group: www.facebook.com/groups/AuthorBettyShreffler/ Newsletter: https://goo.gl/forms/jMs0sniF9ipc36om1 Amazon: http://amazon.com/author/bettyshreffler Twitter: https://twitter.com/betty_shreffler Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/betty_shreffler/ Website: https://bettyshreffler.wordpress.com/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15195534.Betty_Shreffler
Title: Random on Tour: Las Vegas
Series: Random #9 Author: Julia Kent Genre: Standalone Romantic Comedy Release Date: August 15, 2017 PURCHASE LINKS US: http://amzn.to/2hPJmFx UK: http://amzn.to/2vUBpoJ CA: http://amzn.to/2wOpd5w AU: http://amzn.to/2voUw96 B&N: http://bit.ly/2vsrIut Kobo: http://bit.ly/2uvf0OF iBooks: http://apple.co/2vL7C1d Google Play: http://bit.ly/2voZDGp
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Now, you know my mama’s a gambler (sweeper, whatever....), so I guess I got to blame her for a little of this. When the band got invited to do a big gig here in Las Vegas, I was so excited. Really excited. And when we got here, I was dazzled. A little too dazzled. I blame the lights and the money and does Vegas pump a scent through the entire town that makes you think you’re a winner, or what? Because I gambled all our money away. And by “our,” I mean the band’s money. All of it. Every dang cent. Only no one knows. They’d kill me. So I have to find a way to make all that money back. I have an idea. I got a good body and a smart mind. (Quit laughing). I can do this. I can fix this. Really. It’s just gonna get a little weird for a while. Random on Tour: Las Vegas is the 9th book in Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling Random series. When the band performs in Vegas, anything goes – including Darla’s dignity and all of the band’s savings. When a savior appears, though, there’s a trade-off for being rescued. A big one. How far is Darla willing to go? Oh, please. It’s Darla. Like you have to even wonder... This book is told from the point of view of Darla, Trevor and Joe.
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down. AUTHOR LINKS Website: http://www.jkentauthor.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jkentauthor Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1581883428728637/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/jkentauthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/jkentauthor Newsletter & Text Signup: http://bit.ly/1U6Qdnn
Title: Savior
Series: The Kingwood Series #2Author: S.L. Scott Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mystery Release Date: August 13, 2017 PURCHASE LINKS US: http://amzn.to/2sFZw4A UK: http://amzn.to/2taqMLW CA: http://amzn.to/2tFDzGK AU: http://amzn.to/2sktnA5 Free in Kindle Unlimited
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Everything is not as it seems. Alexander IV has succeeded to the throne of the billion-dollar Kingwood Empire, but the people he thought he could trust aren't allies. They're enemies. Everyone he cares about is at risk. Decisions--SACRIFICES--must be made. What will he do to protect the people he loves? Will Sara Jane live or die? Find out NOW in this EPIC conclusion to the bestselling The Kingwood Duet. Savage, book 1 in the series, should be read first and is LIVE on Amazon.
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I sit outside on a bench, looking at the scuffs on the tips of my black leather shoes. The bottoms are worn from wearing them while riding my bike. It was the only sign that set me apart from the other rich kids where I grew up. Other than Cruise, no one rode motorcycles or had dealt with anything worse than getting a warning after getting busted for smoking, skipping school, sneaking out, smoking weed, getting drunk, or driving over the speed limit. The list could go on. I have a car. I just don’t drive it much, preferring the freedom I feel on my bike. It wasn’t just my clothes or the bike that set me a part. None of them had lived, breathed, existed simply because their soul mate did. Not even now. From the moment I saw her, I knew Sara Jane was it for me, an angel in a Catholic school uniform, eating a candy bar. She couldn’t have been more innocent. Except she was. The girl had barely been kissed. It’s like she had been waiting to meet me, as if she had saved herself for me. How a girl who looked that good and smelled even sweeter remained untouched for so long was beyond me. I would have loved her no matter what. She could have been a prostitute, and I would have only seen her halo. I was a ship navigating a stormy sea, but she called me to her lighthouse, a beacon shining in the dark. It was never about her innocence, or the sins I had inherited. The day I met Sara Jane was about two lives that weren’t meant for only one lifetime, but destined to be together forever. Maybe that’s what had given me the confidence to break away from the kids I grew up with. I knew I was meant for something bigger than a life of partying and getting high socially. I was meant for Sara Jane, and she for me.
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Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro. AUTHOR LINKS Website: http://www.slscottauthor.com/ Newsletter: http://bit.ly/SLSNewsletter Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/slscottpage Twitter: https://twitter.com/slscottauthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/s.l.scott/ Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/slscott1 Amazon: http://amzn.to/2h6G0eI Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/Slscottauthor Huffington Post Contributor Page: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sl-scott/ S.L. Scott Facebook Reader Group: http://www.facebook.com/slscottbooks S.L. Scott Goodreads Reader Group: http://bit.ly/SLScottGRGroup
Title: More Than Love
A Barrington Billionaires Series Standalone Author: Ruth Cardello Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy Release Date: August 10, 2017 PURCHASE LINKS US: http://amzn.to/2hOvEml UK: http://amzn.to/2wMT3ae CA: http://amzn.to/2hPGLey AU: http://amzn.to/2fvI6Xa B&N: http://bit.ly/2wMGImw Kobo: http://bit.ly/2vTBUP7 iBooks: http://apple.co/2vJalbw
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ruth Cardello returns with a hilarious addition to Barrington Billionaire series. What happens when a normally reserved billionaire tries to be a regular guy and discovers he has a wild side? Grant Barrington is a quiet hero who is about to flex his alpha billionaire muscle. Viviana Sutton is living in Boston after being swindled by her ex-boyfriend. She’s done with relationships and isn’t looking for forever. Giving in to one naughty, incredibly hot romp with a financially challenged stranger actually makes her feel better until she takes a pregnancy test. To help his family, he’ll need to be the man she makes him feel like he can be. For the sake of her baby, she’ll give him a chance to prove what they had was more than sex—and he’s more than just a regular guy.
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Ruth Cardello hit the NYTs and USA Today for the first time back in 2012. Millions of sales are evidence that her books are akin to potato chips, addictive from the first one. She has created a multi-series billionaire world with combination of escapism and realism that has gained her a faithful following of readers.
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"Wow hot at every page. Heart stoping, fear raging, mind blowing wonderful." "I'm a true fan of Ms. Cardello. I ran on to her first book a few years back and have been hooked ever since. I could go on and on about the story line of this book, but I'm not. All of her books are total page turners, unique, heart wrenching, and I love them all. There isn't two alike in the bunch and I feel like I know the characters personally. I personally read 97 authors books. And I buy every book they put out. This author is in my top 10. Great job and keep them coming." "Love this series. Got me to start reading again. I look forward to the next book. Thank you for giving me the love of reading back." Ruth Cardello was born the youngest of 11 children in a small city in northern Rhode Island. She spent her young adult years moving as far away as she could from her large extended family. She lived in Boston, Paris, Orlando, New York--then came full circle and moved back to New England. She now happily lives one town over from the one she was born in. For her, family trumped the warmer weather and international scene. She was an educator for 20 years, the last 11 as a kindergarten teacher. When her school district began cutting jobs, Ruth turned a serious eye toward her second love- writing and has never been happier. When she's not writing, you can find her chasing her children around her small farm or connecting with her readers online.
Samantha Smiles and Renee Montgomery have been best friends for over a decade. They’ve shared laughs, secrets, and a mutual hatred for one person: Tristan Montgomery, Renee’s older brother. He was the guy every girl wanted, and every guy wanted to be, and it wasn’t uncommon they’d befriend his little sister just to get closer to him. Which was exactly how Samantha became Renee’s saving grace. She was the only girl Renee could trust not to fall in love with her older brother.
Until the one night Samantha spent with him alone, leaving her questioning everything she’d ever known about the blond headed heart-throb. Years later, Renee asks Samantha to be her maid of honor. With no other option, Samantha is forced to drive cross-country with the focus of their teenage ire. He was her first kiss. Her only secret. Can Samantha survive the trip cross-country with the reckless Tristan Montgomery? The guy who did what he wanted, whenever he wanted, without worry for tomorrow? Or will she discover a different side of him. One that’s sweet, funny, and maybe a little bit vulnerable. And fall completely and helplessly in love for the first time in her adult life with the one man who could cause her to lose her best friend forever? Excerpt One
His brows furrowed, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear. The action caused goose bumps to run the length of her body, but he acted like it was something he did all the time, like it wasn’t the most intimate thing she’d ever experienced in her entire life. “Do you like him?”
She swallowed, because a tight ball of something had lodged itself in her throat. “Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t.” “Why’s that?” “Because—” She shook her head, unsure why she was confessing all this. “Because he’s my best friend. He’s been there through everything. I just…” “You don’t like him like that.” She bit her lip, wondering how he’d known what she was going to say before she said it. “Yeah… I guess that’s it.” “Don’t sell yourself short, Sammie Smiles. Don’t settle for anything less than what you want.” He ran his thumb across her chin, touching her in such a comfortable way you’d think they’d been friends for years. “Tell him the truth.” “I can’t. I don’t want to ruin our relationship.” “So you’d rather give up on what you want to make him happy?” “No, that’s not what I’m saying.” “Then what are you saying?” “I just don’t know what to say.” “Tell him…” His eyes trailed down her face, stopping at her lips. “That you met another guy. A guy who’s trying damn hard to be a gentleman right now.” He met her eyes again, as though trying to read her thoughts. “Have you ever been kissed before, Samantha?” She turned away, too shocked by the turn in conversation to get her mind to focus. “Why does that matter?” “Because I need to know.” “Why?” “Because.” He touched her cheek gently with his fingertips, easing her face back toward him. “If this is your first time, I want it to be unforgettable.” Her chest rose and fell with each breath. She was sure it was visible, but there was no point in trying to hide it now. He smiled. “You have no idea, do you?” “No idea about what?” He pushed himself to his elbow. “How goddamned sexy you are.” She covered her face, wanting to hide away with embarrassment, but he reached out softly and brushed her hands aside. “You’re beautiful, Samantha, but I think what amazes me most is the fact that you don’t know it.” He leaned over, his forearm baring all his weight. “I normally don’t ask, I normally don’t have to, but I’m trying damned hard to keep my promise. I want to kiss you, Samantha.” His mouth moved slowly toward hers. “Now’s your chance to tell me you don’t want me to.” She looked up into his eyes, her heart pounding like a wild stallion, but no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried to make her lips form the words, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t say no. She wanted Tristan to kiss her, even though an hour earlier she would’ve been horrified by the thought. But in this moment, right now, it seemed like she couldn’t live if he didn’t. His lips moved closer, her silence inviting him in, telling him it was okay, that he could take the thing she’d built up to fairy tale proportions, because this moment felt like one. A fairy tale. His mouth came slowly, settling upon hers, warm, soft, and full. But he didn’t move at all after that, he just stayed there, right there, perfectly still. Their breaths mingled together, both hard and soft. Breaths that were full of excitement and anticipation, and made every nerve in her body abundantly aware of his every move. It was erotic. Invigorating. Made her whole stomach tighten with tiny flutters. Just the simple act of breathing the same air as someone else, not touching, or even really kissing. When she exhaled, he sucked it in, taking so much more of her than a breath. He was taking her girlhood, her hope and her dreams, and leading her down the path she’d never been before. Making her think she’d never really known her body, because it was doing things she’d never felt in her life. When his lips finally moved, her body melted. Like she’d been frozen, too afraid to do anything but breathe for fear she’d wake, but his lips were there, warm like a fire, slowly heating her from the inside out. He kissed her bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth slightly before letting it go. “Are you okay?” he whispered. Because goddammit, he was being a gentleman. Being everything she never thought he could be. Being everything she always wanted but never knew it until now. She nodded, her grip on the rocks loosening. He smiled against her mouth and took both her hands, relaxing them with his. “Relax,” he whispered, then slowly moved her hands until he laced them up around his neck. “Hold on to me.” She felt so silly, not knowing at all what to do, but he didn’t seem bothered at all. He kissed her bottom lip again, pulling a little harder until she opened her mouth. His lips were soft, full, and nothing like she thought they would be. His tongue entered her mouth, touching hers gently with the tip, as though he was coaxing her to do the same. He felt so wonderful, tasted like winter-mint gum, and she couldn’t resist kissing him back. He gripped her head on both sides, and her tongue touched his. A growl came from the back of his throat as his body shifted on top of hers. She may have been inexperienced, but she knew the reaction was a good one. She also knew his reaction was caused by her, and that made her feel more powerful than she’d ever felt in her life. His weight sank into her, anchoring her body to this very spot. His kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as his tongue pushed farther into her mouth, pulling out feelings she never even knew existed. She couldn’t think anymore; his mouth was all-encompassing, his lips soft and firm at the same time, his teeth occasionally clashing against hers, and his tongue softer than any material she’d ever felt in her life. Tristan Montgomery was kissing her, really kissing her, and she wasn’t holding anything back. The thought never entered her mind until the sounds of laughter and crunching leaves sounded from behind them. Pushing at his chest, she scrabbled to sit as fast as she could, but it was too late. When she whipped around, the girls from across the lake were making their way through the trees, and weren’t hiding the fact that they’d noticed them. Samantha pulled in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut. Thank God it’s Renee. Thank God it’s them and not Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery Excerpt Two
She looked down to the parking lot, seeing his Mustang still parked below, and knew she was about to lose it. She headed for her own room, placed the breakfast on the nearby table, then rid of every last drop of patience, began pounding on Tristan’s door.
“Wake up you lazy bastard! Wake up, or I swear to God I’ll beat this door down with my fists.” A large boom sounded from inside the room, and Samantha smiled with satisfaction as she continued to pound. “That’s right,” she whispered. “Get up you lazy ass—” But before she could finish her sentence, the door was yanked out from under her. She stumbled forward, barely able to catch her footing, and slammed face first into warm, solid, skin. She froze, because the glimpse she caught on the way down wasn’t one she ever thought she’d see. It was a very large, very bare, and very “Good morning” version of Tristan Montgomery. “Please tell me you’re not naked,” she whispered, but it was mostly to herself, because she didn’t really need him to answer. She squeezed her eyes shut, took one step backward, and turned around. They both stood there, quiet and still, and she tried to recover her heart. The sight of Tristan in nothing more than his birthday suit left her feeling dizzy. She’d seen many naked men in her days, though until now, the only one she’d seen in person was Steven. Especially this close up. “Well?” he finally asked, when she remained silent. Well? Well… Tristan was much…larger than Steven. Much larger in every way imaginable. She cleared her throat, knowing her voice would’ve cracked otherwise. “It’s ten in the morning,” she answered with more confidence than she felt. “And?” But his voice was thick and husky, and she could swear he was having as difficult a time recovering as she was. “It’s time to go.” “Is it?” “Yes,” she said, hating how the tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “And you should really put some clothes on. The people of Utah don’t want to see…that.” He chuckled, but shifted slightly behind her. “Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but a lot of people want to see that.” She cringed, because she knew it was true. Like in high school, she knew women lined up to catch the barest glimpse of Tristan. He moved quietly behind her, his steps so soft you’d never know they came from a man of his size. “You can turn around now.” She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, taking the very corner and chewing it before turning to face him. He still had no shirt on, his feet were bare, but he wore a pair of old gray sweats resting so low on his hips you could tell he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Aren’t you freezing?” she asked, feeling a shiver run through her own body. “No,” he said, leaning against the doorway and crossing his feet at the ankles. A tiny grin teased at the corner of his mouth, and she knew he was having too much fun at her expense. She turned toward the Mustang, not attempting to hide her irritation. “I brought you breakfast,” she said quickly. “That’s nice of you.” “It’s not nice. Just my way of getting your lazy ass out of bed.” He threw his head back with laughter. “Are you always this pleasant in the morning?” Pressing her lips together, she wasn’t about to let him to pull her into another argument. “We need to go,” she said, turning on her heels and opening the door to her room. She walked inside, hoping the action would give him the hint to do the same. “I’ll have your breakfast waiting for you in the car.” But before she closed the door, she could swear she caught him smiling. “My God.” she whispered, resting her forehead against the wall, taking in all the air she’d forgotten to take over the last two minutes. “Three more days. Just three more days of Tristan Montgomery.” She repeated the last words over and over, gathered up the rest of her belongings, and headed for the car. Excerpt Three
It took only a moment for her to recover, to realize she’d actually won the argument, and to hurry after him. How had she won so easily? Why did Tristan Montgomery keep surprising her at every turn? She wasn’t sure of the answer; all she knew was that her teeth were already chattering and she had left her warm jacket back in the car. “Where are we? How close are we to the next town?”
“Iowa,” he answered. But that was all he said. Because he didn’t know how far they were to the next town. He didn’t know anything at all. Samantha took her phone from her pocket, and held it up to illuminate their path. “Has this ever happened to you before?” she asked. “No.” “Are you sure we’re not out of gas?” “Yes.” “How do you know?” Silence. “Tristan, how do you know?” A chill ran up her spine, though it wasn’t from the cold this time. It was because of him. He raked his fingers through his hair, giving away his stress, and that made her even more nervous. He was the guy who let everything roll off his shoulders. Who didn’t give a shit. But now-- “Because I know my car,” he finally said. “Oh God,” she whispered. Only to herself, but that didn’t matter. He stopped dead in his tracks. Turned around, and looked her dead in the eye. “Do you have a problem?” She clenched her jaw, telling herself to be quiet, but she couldn’t. “Yeah. Actually, I do.” She lifted her chin, higher than she felt confident, and took a step toward him. “I’m supposed to be at my best friend’s bachelorette party in two days. Two. And you’re giving me the cold shoulder and saying things like, ‘I know my car.’ ” He laughed under his breath and pressed his thumb and forefinger into his eye sockets. “What do you want me to say, Samantha? What?” “I don’t know! I want you to give me a real fucking answer!” He snapped! Picked up a rock, and threw it into the dark forest—so hard that the sound echoed through the secluded night. He took a breath, as though frustrated and out of control, as though he was trying to compose himself enough to face her. He finally turned around, his jaw tight and clenched, but so much emotion was etched on his face that her eyes immediately went blurry with regret. It was as though a thick blanket smothered the Tristan she’d known all her life. His confidence, his smile, his easy nature. “It’s my fault, is that what you want me to say? That it’s my fucking fault?” Tears rushed to her nose and throat. She couldn’t bear to see him this way. “No,” she said. “No, that isn’t it at all.” He gripped his forehead and turned around again. “I should have never agreed to this. I should have said no.” She froze, her heart thumping. “Agreed to what?” she asked, standing still. He turned around, squeezed his eyes shut as if not realizing the words had come from his mouth. “Nothing.” “No.” She wrapped her arms around her belly, not letting it go. “What did you agree to, Tristan?” He remained silent, giving her all the answer she needed. She looked down to her feet, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. “Renee talked you into this, didn’t she? You don’t want to be here any more than I do.” “Samantha—” But she shook her head, stopping him. “Look—I’m frustrated, too.” He moved toward her. “But we’re in this together.” Emotion quickly gathered in her chest, and she clenched her arms at her side. “I know.” “I didn’t mean to scare you.” She nodded, her chin quivering. But scared wasn’t the feeling that was cutting her like a knife. It was something else. Something heartbreakingly difficult for her to admit to. Because hearing that he didn’t want to be there sent a chill over her entire body. He came closer still and draped his heavy jacket around her shoulders. “I’m sorry, Samantha.” He tightened the jacket around her shivering body, fastening it at the bottom before zipping it up to her chin. But he didn’t move away. He stayed there a second too long, his thumb by her chin, causing all the air to expel from her lungs. She looked up to his throat, only inches from her lips. She wanted to kiss it, to wrap her arms around his large body and have him hold her. To hold him. It was so cold she could see her breath. So cold their breaths mingled together, and for some reason, she stepped closer. She wasn’t sure if it was his warmth that drew her in. The heat that radiated from his muscles and bones. Or if it was the pain in his eyes. It seemed to say a thousand words all on its own. That he was sorry, that he was scared, too. But it wasn’t an average “I’m sorry.” It was a sorry from a man who carried the world on his shoulders—who took the blame for everything, even when it wasn’t his fault. Her mind screamed to move away. To not get too close to the man who had shattered her heart after only one night, to get away before it was too late, but she couldn’t. She craved to be close to him, even though she knew it would bring nothing but pain to too many people. He placed his hand on her hip, wrapping his fingers around her lower back and exerting pressure. As though he needed her just as much as she needed him. As though he’d given up on resisting her and the gravity that pulled them together. She lifted her chin, knowing it was wrong, but knowing she couldn’t stop it. Whatever was between them was stronger than her will. Stronger than her conscious. But as their lips touched for the briefest moment, a set of dull headlights began to shine in the distance. As though a higher being had rushed in to save her from herself. Tristan turned around, clearing his throat as if he himself had been caught in the same spell. He took his phone out of his pocket and waved it overhead. “Hey!” he yelled. “Hey! Over here!” A moment later, down the long flat road, came a beat up old van with a million stickers on the windows. The door opened, and a woman with a large pregnant belly hopped down to the road. She rested her hands on her lower back, exaggerating the ripe, swollen shape, and shined a bright flashlight over their faces, blinding them. “Now what in the devil’s name are you two doin’ all the way out here?"
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