Tattooed, hard-bodied college drop-out Dylan Luck is a man who lives on his own terms—no one else’s—and it’s landed him on Forbes’ Top 100 Richest Men list after starting his empire in his mom’s garage. When he is forced into taking a weeklong vacation at the Cielo’s Resort, he finds himself longing for the boardroom before he even hits the beach.
However, it doesn’t take long before Dylan finds himself drowning in bikinis and bubbly. Fun in the sun has never looked so good.
Twenty-one-year-old political science student Eleanor Chase isn’t the kind of girl to squander on luxuries. But when she wins a mall sweepstakes for a weeklong, all expense paid vacation to the prestigious resort, she packs up her best friend Dixie for some fun in the sun—if she can let herself.
Her good girl innocence drives Dylan wild and he can’t help but want to show her his secret world.
After all, what’s the risk? It’s just a summer fling—or is it?
The What The Luck Series is intended for a mature audience, 18+ only.
KB Winters is the author of the brand new Billionaire Romance Series, Plush. She has an addiction to caffeine and hard-bodied alpha males. The men in her books are very sexy, protective and sometimes bossy, her ladies are…well…bossier!
Living in sunny Southern California, this hopeless romantic writes every chance she gets!
By T.K. Lawyer
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Book Length: 270 Pages
Publisher: Luminosity Publishing
Tamara’s spicy scent thrills, seduces and weakens him like no other. She is his and he wants her. Unfortunately, she is done with men. Tamara’s been burned too many times in the past and she’s not looking for a relationship…..ever. But when she finds a stray dog on her doorstep she decides she wants a relationship with a male, after all- that of pet and pet owner.
Josh is not a dog and he has no interest in staying her pet. He has one burning desire- Tamara- in his bed, nightly and permanently. He will stop at nothing to convince Tamara they are better together and that he needs her, forever.
Their paths are intertwined and their future is inevitable but will Tamara allow Josh to love, cherish and protect her? Or will she say good-bye to the amazing, dedicated man whose loyalty and sweet promises could shatter her walls completely and consume her with desire?
“We’re here,” she muttered with a weary tone to her voice while shifting the car into park. She glanced into the rearview mirror, squeaked out a small cry and nearly jumped out of her seat.
“Oh my God, what are you doing?”
She pointed at the contents of her purse strewn across the back seat and onto the floor. He lunged forward placing his paws onto the middle console and leaned his face dangerously close to hers. The beginning of sharp, white teeth followed the long, pointed muzzle, ending in what looked like a grin. His warm breath tickled and teased her mouth.
Calm down, Tamara. He’ll sense your nervousness.
His jaw opened and a shiny object fell onto her lap. She looked at the promise ring her last boyfriend gave her. Huh. She’d forgotten about it. The relationship ended over a year ago and she should’ve pawned it, sold it, or simply tossed it straight into the ocean, but now the dog found it. She held the ring between two fingers and turned it in her hand, watching the three single diamonds shine brightly in the sunlight.
Words flowed into her mind. She widened her eyes as she stared into the amber-gold irises beside her, studying her with interest.
I smelled a man’s scent. Why do you still have the ring? You should get rid of it.
Where were these words coming from? They weren’t hers. It sounded like the dog was talking to her but nooo…the dog couldn’t talk to her, could it? It wasn’t a dog version of Mr. Ed. What made her think the dog could talk? Dogs don’t talk. Was she out of her mind? Boy, she was losing it.
The dog snorted and huffed, turning his head side to side disturbed by something. He growled, snorted and the strange voice flowed through her mind again.
I don’t want you with other men. You’re mine.
“Who’s talking to me?” She looked over at the dog. Wow. She was ready for the funny farm, all right. This dog couldn’t be speaking to her. He didn’t even move his lips.
Wriggling her left arm behind her, she silently but swiftly unlocked the door. Leaning over, she threw it wide open, trying to escape from the car and from the dog. Instead, she got tangled up under the steering wheel and her body fell backward in the process. The dog landed, partly on top of her, jumped across her body, licked her cheek, and pounced out the door as she screamed.
She turned in her seat and looked at the formidable, furry being staring at her through the open doorway. “Oh God.” Her raspy breathing struggled and strained to return to its steady, normal cadence.
Welcome to my world….
I believe in Love and Romance.
My characters aren’t perfect. They’re skewed, flawed, and emotional. They’ve dealt with real life circumstances and have survived and now they’re living their lives, thinking their lives are complete when fate hits them square in the chest with something they’ve never experienced- True Love.
Almost all of my female characters wear plus sizes. These are real, genuine women with normal hurdles in their way: insecurities, trust issues, lack of faith but these women are survivors and they are snarky, fiery, feisty wildcats who allure and captivate their sexy mates, forever. The women aren’t angels but their mates might be and their mates will do anything to keep them in their lives.
My male characters are alphas, strong men, tough enough to handle their women’s wicked ways while gentle enough to reward and pleasure them, too. Love is at the core of all my books and each couple is rewarded with a happy ending because that’s how love should be….. Everlasting and True.
This is your invitation. Step into my world and explore the unique stories I create.
I love writing but I also love hearing from my readers. I have several books in the works for the future including two Angel series and four more wolf-shifter books.
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Katherine Cowley wrote her first story at the age of five, a retelling of the Icarus myth titled “The Turtle That Got Too Close to the Sun.” She has worked as a documentary film producer, a radio producer, and a college professor. She now devotes herself to writing steampunk, fantasy, and science fiction. Cowley’s short stories and essays have been published and won awards in the Locutorium, the BYU Studies Personal Essay Contest, the Meeting of the Myths, Four Centuries of Mormon Stories, and the Mormon Lit Blitz. You can also read her stories online at katherinecowley.com.
Katherine loves European chocolate, the history of science, and steampunk fashion. She has lived in the United States, Brazil, and Finland, and currently resides in Arizona with her husband and two daughters.
Scott E. Tarbet writes what fires his imagination: the broad umbrella of speculative fiction. He is especially intrigued by how human beings react to and interact with science, technology, and other magics.
Educator, chef, professional opera singer, and Steampunk craftsman, with a long list of short stories and other works to his credit, he makes his home in the splendor of the Utah mountains with his wife and best friend, Jewels.
C.R. Simper is an Arizona native who graduated from Arizona State University with a degree in Purchasing and Logistics Management. She married another Arizona native in 1991 and is now the stay-at-home mom of three daughters and one son.
Simper has written in multiple genres over the past three decades. She has found that writing maintains a sense of order in her life. Her first published story, “The Journey of Inspector Roux” appeared in Terra Mechanica: a Steampunk Anthology (2014), another Xchyler publication.
Danielle E. Shipley’s first novelettes told the everyday misadventures of wacky kids like herself. Or so she thought. Unbeknownst to them all, half of her characters were actually closeted elves, dwarves, fairies, or some combination thereof. When it all came to light, Danielle did the sensible thing: packed up and moved to Fantasy Land, where daily rent is the low, low price of her heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, firstborn child, sanity, and words; lots of them.
Shipley has also been known to spend short bursts of time in the real-life Chicago area with the parents who home-schooled her and the two little sisters who keep her humble. When she’s not living the highs and lows of writing, publishing, and all that authorial jazz, she’s probably blogging about it at EverOnWord.wordpress.com.
This is her third appearance in a Xchyler anthology, following the paranormal “Two Spoons” in Legends and Lore, and “Reality As We Know It” in fantasy collection The Toll of Another Bell. Other publications include Inspired (a novel), and a series of fairy-tale retelling mash-ups, The Wilderhark Tales.
Through two wonderful mentored research experiences, Sarah E. Seeley had the opportunity to work with dead sauropods and ancient odonates while acquiring her undergraduate degree in geology from Brigham Young University. She hopes to study more dead things in the future and contribute to scientific discussions about what makes life on Earth so amazing. In the meantime, she explores the bright side of being human by writing dark fiction.
Seeley’s independently published works include Maladaptive Bind and Blood Oath: An Orc Love Story. Sarah’s short story “Peradventure” appears in Xchyler Publishing’s Legends and Lore: An Anthology of Mythic Proportions. Another short story, “Driveless,” appears in Leading Edge Magazine Issue #66. You can learn more about Sarah on her writing blog at www.SlithersOfThought.com
Living in the bustle of NYC, Kin is constantly reminded he is a child of two worlds. Originally from Hong Kong, he’s traveled both geographically and socially, working in many professions including movie projection and line cooking. He has degrees in Media and Culinary Arts, and a great love of Philosophy. As for fiction, his favorite authors are Douglas Adams, Hemmingway, and Chuck Pahlaniuk.
Today, Kin is a culinary copywriter, intent on furthering his novelist career. He loves his fiancée, his cat Zoe, Scotch, bacon and coffee. Addressing himself in the third person makes him chuckle.
John M. Olsen has been creating things his whole life through a mixture of technical and creative processes, whether building family, stories, art, software, woodworking or anything else. He has dreams of becoming a Renaissance man and loves to learn new things to add to his store of randomly accessible information (otherwise known as irrelevant trivia). Writing is one of his loves, inspired by having read most of his father’s extensive fantasy and science fiction collection in his teen years.
He builds high-end simulation software, and has contributed chapters to several books on computer graphics and game design, as well as publishing fiction in multiple genres.
Gail Williams lives in her own private dungeon populated with all the weird and the wonderful she can imagine. Some of it’s very weird, and the odd bits and pieces are a bit wonderful. With a vivid imagination fuelled by a near death experience at the age of three, there was really no other choice for Gail than to write, something she’s been doing for as long as she can remember. She’s tried not doing it, but it never works for long, her brain gets itchy if she hasn’t written anything for a couple of days. Gail is English by birth, but lives in Swansea, Wales, married a Welshman and they have two fantastic children. They live with the world’s most imperious and demanding cat. An asset management specialist by day, a freelance editor and keen writer of an evening and weekend, she really needs to learn to sleep. To find out more see www.gailbwilliams.com
James Ng (pronounced Ing) was born in Hong Kong, where he spent most of his childhood drawing monsters and robots, making his own elaborate cardboard toys, and playing soccer. Ever since, he has been on the move between Hong Kong, Vancouver, Chicago and New York. His travels have greatly influenced him, allowing him to combine Eastern and Western cultures in his artwork.Currently James is enjoying the freedom of being a freelance concept artist and illustrator. After a sunny summer in Vancouver, and traveling to London, and then to New York for an award show and exhibition, he is back in his home of Hong Kong to continue his career.
Tabitha Morrow: A pampered London socialite. Dreams of an England where she can pursue science and invention. Not immune to the charms of gentleman scholars. Chloe Grace Moretz?
Pugs: A stern governess for whom all men are anathema. Wishes a good life for Tabitha. Suranne Jones?
Tennyson: A society toff. Nothing else need be said. Young James Marsden?
Chester Morrison: Tall, brooding scientific mind. Mysterious. Younger than his words suggest, but he seems to hide some tortured secret. The Cumberbatch, preferably.
This is when Tabitha encounters Morrison in person for the first time. Her keen feminine senses latch on to his scent in the midst of the World Fair suspended over London.
That was when I saw him.
He stood out amongst the fair-goers, a calm stone in a babbling brook. The place was full of those dressed as peacocks, in Venetian masks, one-man bands and high, sprung stilts. His hair was nearly aflame in its wildness, a chestnut profusion lent the shadows of his cheekbones a deeper resonance. A half-mask covered everything from his nose up, gold-trimmed red covered in a patchwork of seven eyes. His suit was of a severe cut, lengthened over tight trousers, as if his entire body was a paisley kitchen knife. I felt a kind of vigor off him, an energy, difficult to explain. Yet, like the lodestones of the Nipponese train, that power drew me inexplicably towards him.
“Who is that man?” I asked Pugsy, when young Tennyson had gone to fetch us sweet teas for the road. His man had disappeared, gone perhaps to give us some room for courtship.
“Miss?” Pugsy said, turning from her bacon. It was hopeless. Pugsy had been far too involved to notice. Yet, she caught the look in my eyes, and the spider of suspicion crawled over her lids.
“Never mind, Pugs,” I said, quite cross. Pugsy was a dear, but what use was she to me if she couldn’t spot the socialites I showed actual interest in meeting?
I could not enjoy the fair fully after the incident, though I certainly provided a heroic endeavor. Each platform was uniquely interesting and devoted to some aspect of improving humanity. There was the Energy Platform, a recreation of the Kinkakuji Temple in Kyoto that housed the latest arc and steam innovations, everything designed to lessen our reliance on peat and coal. An engine that ran on diesel huffed and puffed in one corner, belching black smoke, but ran a rather vigorous display of a miniature carnival, complete with tiny fairgoers.
In the Hall of Information, tiny calculating engines were the cause of the day, each one bejeweled like an intricate watch. Some were small enough to fit on one’s wrist, or fit over spectacles. Some ran on a person’s own pulse, others claimed they could wring vitality out of the sun or the air.
It was all very fascinating, but at each display, I caught myself uttering sighs of futility. Each of these marvels was calculated to be as flashy as possible, to compete for the idle gentry’s attentions and tug at their purse strings. Each item here was woefully bereft, missing a vital common factor: funds. Each one would change the world, if they could scrape together enough loose change. It made them petty.
I was more interested in peeking round the rumbling devices, peering into the crowd for any trace of my Paisley Man. The stays of my corsetry creaked, complaining, but I stressed my ladylike comportment to its limits. Why did that man capture my attention so? I estimated he was approximately in his late twenties, hale, if a bit thin, and of a sportsmanlike bent, judging by his wide, powerful stride. There was nothing particularly special about him, except perhaps the youth of his pointed chin juxtaposed with the worn cane in his hands, held across his chest almost like a baton.
With a divorce in the works, Annabelle Jones heads out to Southern California, the land of sun and starting over. She wants to prove to herself and her young daughters that she still has what it takes to turn heads as a swimsuit model—that she doesn’t need a man to take care of her. Until an accident forces her to rely on the hunky, yet mysterious man next door…
Nathan Cooper is trying to revive his own career. Once a top left-handed relief pitcher, he tried to get over a hidden injury with the aid of banned substances. Not only was he caught and suspended, he was traded and missed out on winning the championship. Now he’s a free agent without a contract, and that means life is ready to play ball…
Today was a good day. A glorious day. Sitting at the stoplight in the Southern California sunshine, Annabelle Jones did a drum solo on the steering wheel of her convertible Mercedes. She didn’t care if people stared at her singing along to “Don’t Stop Believing.” She hadn’t stopped believing, and look at her now, fresh off her first modeling job since filing for divorce. So it wasn’t the cover of Sports Illustrated, still, it was a job. Something she could be proud of. Her daughters could be proud of her.
It wasn’t about the money. The income she earned from this modeling job was more about pride. Having something to offer the world, even if it was just her face.
Annabelle wanted to show her daughters that a woman didn’t need a man to take care of her. She could stand on her own two feet, and return to the career she’d given up when she married Clayton Barry. She might not fly off to exotic locations or work with the world’s most famous photographers, but she was working.
She lifted her face to the sun, soaking in its warmth. It was as if the fog of the last few years had finally lifted. Nothing but blue skies ahead for her and her six-year-old twin daughters.
Today’s shoot was just the beginning. Her agent had two more jobs lined up for her before the end of the month. He’d also scheduled her to attend the televised celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue. She hadn’t been able to make the photo shoot last fall in New York for the magazine, but he thought making an appearance on the live show would give her plenty of exposure.
Hopefully, she’d be able to juggle it all. Part of what appealed to her about today’s job was that it was close enough that she’d be able to shoot for a few hours and still get home in time to meet her daughters when they got off the school bus.
Annabelle glanced at the clock. If the light didn’t change soon, she wasn’t going to make it to the bus stop in time.
The song ended and Annabelle turned down the volume. She’d started listening to Journey during the Goliaths’ World Series run. So the song was five years older than she was, the message still rang true. It was about hope. Starting over. Believing.
The traffic light turned green, and she pulled into the intersection. A flash of yellow appeared out of the corner of her eye. She turned in time to see an SUV blow through the stoplight. Before she could react, the vehicle struck her Mercedes just behind the driver’s side door.
Her head slammed into the side window. Glass shattered and she looked down at the blood on her blouse. A thousand black pixels danced before her eyes.
And then nothing.
forty that she confessed the reason the laundry never made it out of the dryer was because she was busy writing.
Our Marriage Contract
By Taylor M. Fletcher
Paperback: 68 pages
Genre: Self Help, Inspirational
About The Author
Taylor M. Fletcher is the Managing Partner at The Law Offices of Kawalski, Fletcher & Kirkpatrick, P.C. Mr. Fletcher has more than ten years’ experience as a corporate law attorney, an attorney consultant, and an expert legal volunteer for various public and private non-profit organizations throughout the Tri-State area.
Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of Our Marriage Contract from Taylor M. Fletcher in exchange for an honest review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.
Our Marriage Contract gives a couple a no nonsense approach that takes the guess work out of relationship expectations. It opens the door to communication in a way that keeps the door open. With an honest, upfront style, Our Marriage Contract is a necessity for couples undergoing pre-marital counseling, or any couple that is struggling with unrealistic or unmet expectations from their spouse.
I definitely recommend Our Marriage Contract by Taylor M. Fletcher and give it four strong, hot cups of Room With Cups coffee!
© July 2, 2015
About The Book
NO JUDGES, NO LAWYERS, JUST GREAT COMMUNICATIONS…… Although titled Our Marriage Contract and written by a lawyer; I’m happy to say the book has absolutely nothing to do with the court or U.S. legal system. Instead the book actually explains and shows people how their relationship Expectations…Leads to Disappointment….Disappointments Leads to Resentment and Resentment Leads to Failure.
FROM A MALES PERSPECTIVE……In the book, I’m not writing from an expert or lawyer standpoint. Nope! I wrote the book from an average guy standpoint, who after years of darting and trying to figure why during most of my relationships I was either a hero at times or a big fat zero; even when I tried to do the right thing.
I FINALLY CRACKED THE CODE….So I think. After finally coming to grips that as crude as it may sound; relationships are just like any other of life’s fragile unions and in order to be successful there needs to be rules both people must follow to make it work. Now, here’s the fun part, part of putting my hypothesis or what I called “cracking the code” to the test, not only did I test and try it out on my then fiancée’ and now wife but I tested it on many of my friends who are in relationships or at the early stages of one. To my surprise it worked! Seriously! I was kind of shocked because I’m no Dr. Phil or other relationship expert, I was just a guy who figured it had to be an easier way to get what I wanted out of a relationship, and now I had the answer!
Two years later, Our Marriage Contract “the book” was born and published. I am really happy with the final product because I stayed true to the books mission which was to share my personal experiences and explain in under 65 pages how people can have a great relationship, regardless if they’ve been in a relationship for 6 months or 6 years, all with just a simple piece of paper. In the book I think women will appreciate The Men’s Quick Start Guide (page 17) and men in-turn will surely appreciate The Hostile Love Terms (page 32). In the end both people will know how to simply “ask” for what they not only need but want” in their current or next relationship and have fun doing it! Why? Because, I explain step by step how the process of “getting what you want” requires going to out to dinner along with a few other things designed to bring the couple closer in their relationship. Our Marriage Contract is currently listed on Barnes and Noble, Amazon and Kindle.
Here’s one of my many Relationship Expectation examples in the book.
Valentine’s Day is coming, so I ask my wife, “Honey what do you want for Valentine’s Day”? She candidly replies “nothing “, I then say “are you sure”?, She again says “I’m fine”!. Five days later Valentine Day rolls along and because I didn’t get her anything “but ” all the ladies in her office are receiving flowers, cards, bears, balloons and flowers…all except my wife. And even when she comes home, there’s still no flowers, cards candy etc. Now my wife is extremely disappointed at me but she can’t say or show it because remember I did asked her. Instead she’s disappointed, now what happens if this continues for years? You guessed it, Expectations leads to Disappointment…Disappointment leads to Resentment…Resentment leads to Failure…. Don’t think this can happen, well it does and in the book I explain how to avoid that situation so both people ultimately “get what they want”.
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The Gray-Haired Knitting Detectives Go on Tour
Jack Gets His Man
by D.E. Haggerty
Jack’s life is awesome. His store is making money hand over fist and his best friend has found love. So what if he’s feeling a bit restless and put out about his upcoming birthday and his ex is being a pain in his fabulous behind? That’s nothing he can’t handle. But then his smoking hot new bookkeeper discovers things at the store aren’t actually as they seem. Someone is playing fast and loose with the finances. Jack’s bestie and his gal pals, the gray-haired knitting detectives, jump at the chance to solve Jack’s problems. When they aren’t re-enacting scenes from spy thrillers, they’re setting Jack up on dates and generally insinuating themselves into his love life. They’re determined to find love for Jack as well as his missing money. Will Jack catch a thief or find love? Either way Jack’s going to get his man.
Would your characters in Jack Gets His Man want to hang with you?
I’m a big city girl (Hello Istanbul!) but if I could force myself to live in a small town somewhere in Oklahoma, I would totally be besties with Jack and Izzy. I’d drive Noel absolutely nuts but he’d put up with me because Izzy and I would be tight and he would do anything in the world to make that woman happy! Of course I would totally enable the Gray-Haired Knitting Detectives and they’d love me for it.
What’s your favorite part about the writing process?
Oh – I absolutely, totally and completely love to research. I’m a geek like that. Oh and I adore that feeling when you finish writing a chapter and it actually doesn’t look half bad. I also don’t mind editing because I like reading through what I’ve written and realizing that it’s not complete and utter rubbish. Maybe I should just answer what I don’t like about the writing process?
What’s the most amusing thing that happened to you while writing Jack Gets His Man?
I was researching cross-dressing clothes as Jack owns a cross-dressing store and I stumbled upon a website with hot men in very revealing costumes. I thought it was hilarious and was telling all my friends about it. Now my friends think I have a fetish for play acting and the revealing costumes that goes with it. Oops.
Have you ever written something you absolutely hate?
Hate is such a strong word, can I say regret instead? The first book I published, Unforeseen Consequences, was most definitely not ready to be published. After I realized this (because obviously I didn’t think this when I published it), I decided to make it free. And it’s the bestselling of my books! Sometimes I think I should just remove it from digital bookshelves but on the other hand I want exposure as well. Ugh! Choices, choices.
How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?
Names are important to me but in some books more than others. In Buried Appearances, a historical fiction novel, it was important that the names were proper for the time and culture. For Jack Gets His Man I wanted names that evoke hot men. A popular magazine had published an article about the 10 hottest male names and bingo!
Do you write naked?
I do have a habit of running from the shower, naked and dripping wet, when an idea pops into my head so that I can write it down before I forget. When I finally figured out how to conclude Buried Appearances, I was in the shower. I ran to my husband and then explained the whole plot to him while I was standing there dripping wet and trying not to be too animated as my towel kept on slipping.
Who should play Jack in the movie version of Jack Gets His Man?
Oooh, can I say Jude Law even though his hair is the wrong color? The rest works well, like really, really well.
I was born and raised in Wisconsin, but think I’m a European. After spending my senior year of high school in Germany, I developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. My flying Dutch husband and I have lived in Ohio, Virginia, the Netherlands, Germany and now Istanbul. We still haven’t decided if we want to settle down somewhere – let alone where. I’m leaning towards somewhere I can learn to surf even though the hubby thinks that’s a less than sound way to decide where to live. Although I’ve been a military policewoman, a commercial lawyer, and a B&B owner, I think with writing I may have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. That’s assuming I ever grow up, of course. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune, drinking entirely too many adult beverages, and reading books like they are going out of style, I write articles for a local expat magazine and various websites, review other indie authors’ books, write a blog about whatever comes to mind and am working on my sixth book.
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Georgia came alive. “No! Don’t touch me!” She twisted away from him and flew around the tree. Peeking at him from around the fat branch, she said accusingly, “What’s the matter, Chance? Am I the only woman to break it off first?”
“Georgia! What the hell are you talking about?” Chance had no idea what had changed since last night. “I love you.”
“You say that now, but I can’t believe it. If I let you, you will trample across my heart just like my father did to my mother. I’m not going to let you get that far.”
Chance took in her wide-eyed face and the panic in her voice. Missy Dee had filled him in on her parent’s relationship, and Georgia’s feelings on the matter, but he hadn’t really listened. And now he didn’t know what to do. How do you fight damn ghosts?
“Georgia, honey, you’re overreacting. What happened to your parents was unfortunate, but it doesn’t apply to us. We love each other.” Chance tried to placate her.
“My mother told me how my father would say that he loved her right before he left to be with one of his other women. You can’t trust a man. You can’t give him your heart,” she cried out.
“We are not your parents! We have the choices here,” he roared as he advanced on her. “We chose to make love last night. Me and you. And there were no goddamn ghost lurking around trying to screw it up.”
He stopped for a moment trying to find a way to reason with her. “What we felt last night was not sex, Georgia. We made love. Love manifested in the physical sense. It was precious, sweetheart. You can’t believe I would feel that way with any other woman, now that I’ve had you.”
Book 2 – Leather and Lace
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Lorhainne Eckhart brings you ONE NIGHT, A high-stakes suspense and sizzling, red-hot romance!
A blind date goes deadly on a night she’ll never forget!
He’d died and gone to heaven.
Then the cold reality bit him as he stared at the naked woman—who had the curviest ass he’d ever seen in his twenty-eight years—next to him. Kate was lying on his bed, and her breathing was light. He wondered if, in fact, she’d fallen asleep. What the fuck was he thinking, screwing a woman he should be protecting? He didn’t even want to think about all the ethical boundaries he’d just crossed. He ripped off the condom and walked across the hall to the bathroom to dump it in the garbage. When he strode back into the bedroom, the bedside light was on, and Kate had crawled under the comforter.
He stood before her, naked, and she sat up, running her gaze over him. She wasn’t shy, and he could tell she appreciated what she saw. But then…hell, look at her! She had a pair of tits that could make a man howl, and her ass gave him enough to hang on to. She wasn’t a toothpick, she was a woman: curvy enough, strong enough that she could take him and keep up with him. He didn’t want to worry about a woman breaking under him.
There were times like now when he just wanted to ride a woman hard. It was satisfying. He didn’t want soft and easy. His life wasn’t made that way. He wasn’t made that way.
“No regrets,” he said to her. He didn’t ask, because the last thing he wanted was a woman having second thoughts after all was done.
“None, you?” she asked him, sliding her knees up and wrapping her arms around them.
He could smell her from where he was, and he felt himself hardening again. There were times when he could walk away satisfied after having a woman, but there was something about Kate and the way she watched him, so seductive and sensual, that stirred something in him. She wasn’t asking for a commitment. She had offered him her body, and he had taken it.
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Lorhainne Eckhart’s books have been described as Longmire meets old-school Dallas, and she recently received the 2013 Readers’ Favorite Award for Romantic Suspense for her title Lost and Found. With over thirty five titles under her belt, her big family romance series have become a fan favorite. She is frequently a Top 100 bestselling author in multiple genres, such as romance, western, military and mystery/suspense. She has written multiple series, including The Outsider, Walk the Right Road, The Wilde Brothers, Saved, The Friessens, and her two newest additions, Married in Montana, and her high-stakes suspense and sizzling, red-hot romance series, Kate and Walker, Deadly, Dangerous and Desired.
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