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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Cover Reveal: Reaper's Fire by Joanna Wylde

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Are you ready for Gage and Tinker’s story?

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Release Date: June 28th, 2016



Blurb

New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the “wild and raw”* world of the Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinker…

The club comes first.
I’ve lived by those words my whole life—assumed I’d die by them, too, and I never had a problem with that. My Reaper brothers took my back and I took theirs and it was enough. Then I met her. Tinker Garrett. She’s beautiful, she’s loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes . . . She deserves a good man—one better than me. I can’t take her yet because the club still needs me. There’s another woman, another job, another fight just ahead.
Now she’ll learn I’ve been lying to her all along. None of it’s real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks I’m nice. She pretends we’re just friends, that I’ve still got a soul . . . Mine’s been dead for years. Now I’m on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn for so long before he destroys everything around him.
I’m coming for you, Tinker.
Soon.






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Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.

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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Cover Reveal: Dolce by Rachel Blaufeld

Title: Dolce (Love at Center Court #2)
Author: Rachel Blaufeld
Release Date: Jan 21, 2016
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“Who just stole my thunder across the Hafton airwaves, you ask? Right now, right this very second, listeners, I have Hafton’s one-and-only, the main man with the ball in hand, Blane Steele is in the studio. Mark my words—he’ll not only steal the ball, but your lady’s heart too. Watch out, gentlemen, the Stealer is in the house!”
— Sonny B. Knocking Boots, Hafton Radio 96.9
Coed antics.
Chaos.
Angst-ridden twists in fate.
Caterina is an intern. Sonny is her shock-jock boss. And Blane is a good-hearted baller…except when he steps on the court. Between on-air dares, an evil feminist professor, a straight-shooter of a coach, and rumors from the league surrounding Steele, these three are destined to screw it all up.
Rather than a love triangle, this is a friends-to-lovers story where the disc jockey acts as the catalyst, and a basketball player finds his life transformed when center court intersects with love.
I stood, flipped off the asshole who’d just destroyed my social life, and strode toward the door. The curvy chick opened it wide for me before I even remembered she was still standing there.
“Thanks,” I mumbled. “After you.”
I leaned into the door frame as I propped the door open with my elbow and gestured for her to walk ahead. Avoiding my eyes, she slipped past me with a muttered thank-you.
As the door clicked shut behind us, I said to her, “Yeah, well, a hand job may be nice, but I guess that’s out after what I promised inside there.” I tilted my head back toward the studio and laughed at my own joke.
She turned and shot me a hard glare, her oversized sweatshirt sagging off one shoulder.
Most other girls I knew would have been fine if I dropped trou right there and whipped my dick right the fuck out. Their hands would have been just itching to grab me. But not this one.
“Kidding. I was kidding.” I lifted my hands in the air in surrender.
All of a sudden, I felt ashamed of my behavior. I wasn’t that guy. Was I?
She raised an eyebrow, making me question my character some more.
“I’m serious. Kidding. Listen, don’t let him boss you around. Once upon a time, Sonny was an intern too. A lowly, pimply one.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Her words were thick with an East Coast accent and heavy with doubt. “See you around,” she said, dismissing me at the supply closet.
Rachel Blaufeld is a bestselling author of Coming of Age, Romantic Suspense, and Sports Romance fiction. She recently asked her readers to describe her, and the adjectives they came up with included: insightful, generous, articulate, and spunky. Originally a social worker, Rachel creates broken yet redeeming characters. She’s been known to turn up the angst like cranking the heat up in the dead of winter.
Turning her focus on her sometimes wild-and-crazy creative side, it only took Rachel two decades to do exactly what she wanted to do—write a fiction novel. Now she spends way too many hours in local coffee shops, downing muffins and plotting her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end deliciously.
Blaufeld, also an entrepreneur/blogger, is fearless about sharing her opinion. Before turning her pen to fiction, she captured the ear of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and inventing a product, often at the same time. She has also blogged for the Huffington Post and Modern Mom.
Most recently, she shares conversations from being “In Bed with a Romance Author” and reading recommendations over at “Happy Ever After”on USA TODAY.
Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two beagles. Her obsessions include running, coffee, basketball, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and mighty fine epilogues.

Review of Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred #14) by Evangeline Anderson

Enslaved is book number 14 in the Brides of the Kindred series. It is a plus-length novel of around 168,000 words

Anything for you Mistress…

Thrace S’ver is an unwilling slave. Drugged and bound, he is taken to the Flesh Bazaar and put up for sale to the highest bidder. But this is not the first time Thrace has been on the auction block—he has a past full of horrors he doesn’t intend to repeat. Desperate to be free, he swears he’ll kill whoever buys him.

Lonnara Trin is the Captain of a merchant ship from the all female planet of Zetta Prime where sexual relations with a male are considered unnatural and wrong. She has no use for males personally, but she needs a big, muscular slave or her business will suffer—Thrace fits the bill.

Soon Mistress and slave are embroiled in a desperate conflict which draws them intimately together. To her surprise, Trin actually begins to have feelings for her slave. And though Thrace swore to be free, he finds himself devoted to his new Mistress. When their differences threaten to tear them apart, Trin tries to grant Thrace his freedom. But she doesn’t realize that his heart has already been… Enslaved.
 






Overall Rating: 4.5 Rockin’ ★★★★☆
What would happen if a slave and his mistress fell in love?  What if they were from two very different worlds, one all female and one all male?  Could it really work out?  Enslaved book fourteen in the Brides of the Kindred series by Evangeline Anderson, once again brings us to the collectively created world of Kindred Warriors, strong women and bonds created by the Goddess herself.  
Continuing the storyline from the last novel, we are thrust into a story that will have you in stitches one moment, in tears the next and yearning for more until the very end.  Ms. Anderson’s creative mind will blow you away as you read page after page.  The visions she develops, both captivates and inspires.

Thrace S’ver is a Havoc.  The Havoc long ago were a part of the Kindred race, but renounced their partnership and declared never to bond with any female.  The Havoc much like the Kindred are huge males, who protect those they care about.  When Thrace was young he was sold as a slave.  It was a dark and horrific experience for him.  However, after finding himself on the auction block again he vows to kill whoever buys him.  Then he meets his new mistress, Trin and unwillingly, everything changes for Thrace.

Lonnara Trin is from Zetta Prime an all female world.  She is the captain of her own ship and has found herself in need of a male for business purposes, of course.  Trin must acquire a male from the Flesh Bazaar to serve as her slave so that she may sell her goods to a dominating sister world, Yonnie Six.  Instantly when she sees Thrace up for auction she is drawn to him.  Although she doesn’t understand this desire he creates in her, they set out on an adventure that only the Goddess herself could've predicted.  

When push comes to shove, Evangeline Anderson delivers time after time.  Her masterful art of penmanship has me enthralled as a reader. I can’t seem to get enough of her Brides of the Kindred series.  This book as well as the rest of her series is a must have in any library. With every word and every page I become more deeply entrenched in her novels.  Hoping that the stories will never end.  I can’t wait to see what happens in the next novel.


New Release: White Heat Lost Kings MC #5 by @AutumnJLake @givemebooksblog




Title: White Heat
Series: Lost Kings MC #5
Author: Autumn Jones Lake
Genre: MC Romance
   Release Date: January 6, 2016



Blurb

THE QUEEN ALWAYS PROTECTS HER KING.

For straight-laced attorney, Hope Kendall, loving an outlaw has never been easy. New challenges test her loyalty as she discovers how far she’s willing to go to protect her man.

IF YOU HAVE HOPE, YOU HAVE EVERYTHING.

MC President, Rochlan “Rock” North finally has everything he’s ever wanted. Hope as his ol’ lady and his MC earning money while staying out of trouble. The only thing left is to make Hope his wife. But as their wedding day nears, an old adversary threatens Rock’s freedom, the wedding, and throws the Lost Kings MC into chaos.

LOVE MAKES THE RIDE WORTHWHILE.

While the club waits for Rock's fate to be decided, Wrath has to balance solidifying his new relationship with Trinity and fulfilling his president's orders.

LOYALTY GIVES AN OUTLAW STRENGTH. 


Threats from unexpected places will challenge every member, but in the Lost Kings MC, brotherhood isn’t about the blood you share. It’s about those who are willing to bleed for you.







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Release Blitz: TASTE, Sovereign Book 2 by B.J. Harvey

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Title: TASTE, Sovereign Book 2
Author: B.J. Harvey
Publication Date: January 6, 2016
Genre: Erotic Romance Serial

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Blurb
He came, he saw, he almost conquered, but she had the last laugh – or did she? Back home in Seattle, Alyssa Jacobs - haunted by the thought of what could’ve been – buries herself in her work and finds herself realizing that she had what she wanted all along. Then, as if right on cue, Barrett Matthews storms back into her life, muddling her mind and teasing her heart, determined to win her over. Unable to trust him with anything other than her body, she vows to protect herself and what she has now discovered is her biggest vulnerability. What happens when the tables are turned and the hunted becomes the hunter? And with deception and greed taking center stage, where will Alyssa turn in her time of need?

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As soon as I was within reach, he reached out and linked his hands around my waist. I dropped my purse to the carpet and wrapped my arms around his neck. The warmth and comfort of his arms instantly relaxed me, my body leaning into his. It was as if Aiden was exactly what I’d been needing, even when I had no idea I needed anyone. He was more than that, though. He had always been more than a man I would spend time with, a man I slept with. It was deeper than that. I knew that the friendship between us would last even after the physical side of our relationship eventually stopped. “Forgot how good you smell,” he replied, pulling his head back. “And I forgot how good you are for me in all ways.” “You’re good for a man’s ego, Aly,” he said with a grin and a squeeze of his arms. “Now, are you gonna make me stand out here all night, or are you going to invite me in?” “Detective Lawrence,” I said in feigned shock, holding my hand over my heart. “Shouldn’t you be warning me against inviting strangers into my apartment?” He pulled my body hard against his, dropping his lips first to my mouth then dragging them along my jaw before he stopped just below my ear. “I’ve been inside you more times than I can count, Aly, and I still can’t get enough of you. Doesn’t that tell you something?” Every word he said, every stroke of his fingers on my hips as he said them, sent jolts of electricity through me. My breathing sped up and my heart raced. He always had that effect on me and in that moment—and the head space I was in—it was exactly what I needed. I turned my head and ran my tongue around the curve of his ear before sucking his lobe between my lips and letting it go. “Wanna come inside, Detective Lawrence?” I rasped. He stepped back and bent down to pick up his duffle bag and my discarded purse. “Thought you’d never ask.”   taste teaser 1   

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  It started on a plane, a first class connection that spilled over into a lustful date on a rooftop. She's very open, he's intriguingly mysterious with wicked intentions, all of which she wants directed her way. Can she trust that feeling of heady lust that leaves her aching for his touch, or is there more to it when it comes to Barrett "Bullseye" Matthews. Touch is book one of a new three part romance serial from USA Today Bestselling Author B.J. Harvey.  
FEEL, Sovereign Book 3
Part Three and the stunning conclusion to the Sovereign Series
Coming February 10th 2016


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I’m in love with two men. One came crashing into my life like a whirlwind, equal parts thrill and destruction. The other is like a calm sea, weathering the storm with me, offering me comfort and stability and promising to fight for me until the bitter end.
I have to make a decision. Who do I choose?
Barrett Matthews is a force to be reckoned with, and he has made it his mission to win me over.
Aiden Lawrence has had a piece of my heart from the very beginning and has never let me down.
Both men can make me happy; both men can keep me safe.
In the end, my heart will break whoever I choose.
My only hope is that I can survive the decision I make.
 
About B.J. Harvey
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BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She writes contemporary romance, romantic comedy, and romantic suspense. An avid music fan, you will always find her with headphones on while writing, and the speakers blaring the rest of the time. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and when she’s not writing – she’s reading. BJ resides with her family in what she considers the best country in the world—New Zealand. She describes her writing as a little swoon, a lot of heat, a bit of drama and a whole lot of love.  
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Pre-Release Blitz Sketch by @LaramieBriscoe

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SKETCH BY LARAMIE BRISCOE
A Tattoo Artist - A Husband - An Alpha Male Who Makes No Excuses
Release Date: January 21, 2016
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  BLURB My name is Devin, but everybody calls me Sketch. I opened my own tattoo shop two years ago, and I’ve finally gotten to the point where I’m going to be able to give my wife everything she’s ever wanted. I’m going to be able to take time off and spend a day a week with her. In fact, tonight, I stopped and grabbed some wine, got her flowers, and those chocolates she likes. What I wasn’t prepared for was to be met at the front door by her carrying her shit out. She loves me, but she’s not in love with me anymore. What kind of bullshit excuse is that? I’ve left her alone too often, I’ve been completely focused on one goal, and apparently she’s sick of waiting. So here I stand. Half the man I was, pissed as fuck, because while I was busy making a better life for us, she was under the impression I was leaving her lonely. I know one day she’ll see what I’ve been doing has been for us, and when that day comes… She can damn well come crawling back to me. *****This is a full-length stand alone romance with no cliffhanger!*****   Add it to your TBR lists on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26145580-sketch teaser3.png   For a sneak peak of the Prologue & Chapter 1: http://www.laramiebriscoe.com/#!stand-alone/c2ba     teaser-6.png   ABOUT LARAMIE Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin' Country Series. Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She's appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She's been called "a very young Maya Banks" (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being "sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart". When she's not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.   LARAMIE’S BOOKS Find all Laramie’s books here: http://www.amazon.com/Laramie-Briscoe/e/B00CU0TMWK/
The Heaven Hill Series
Meant To Be
Out of Darkness
Losing Control
Worth the Battle
Dirty Little Secret
Second Chance Love
Rough Patch
Beginning of Forever
Home Free
The Rockin’ Country Series
Only The Beginning
One Day at A Time
The Price of Love
Full Circle
Hard To Love
The Red Bird Trail Trilogy
Flagger
Collision
In-Tune
Stand-Alone Romance
Sketch
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Cover Reveal: Yes, Mr. Van Der Wells by S. Ann Cole

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Title: Yes, Mr. Van Der Wells
Author: S. Ann Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 16, 2016
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Synopsis
I’m running. Running for my freedom. Running for my life. I’m running because everything hurts. And all I want to do is breathe. The old me was bold and wild and reckless and privileged. The new me is timid and freak-stricken and weak and broken. All I want is freedom. All I want to do is breathe. A complicated relationship? That’s the last thing I’m about right now. Something casual and easy? I’m down for that. But he is not. He wants to own me. He wants me to own him. He wants to save me. I’m too terrified to give in. All. I. Want. To. Do. Is. Breathe. But it turns out, Noah is the air that I need to do that… Breathe.  
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Noah’s eating his breakfast and sipping my abandoned coffee when I return from my “shower”. He’s looking like the picture of wealth in a gray V-necked sweater and black slacks, damp hair finger-groomed back from his face. He scans me as I reenter the kitchen, while I raise an eyebrow at my coffee in his hand. “You showered again?” My palms smooth down the front of my uniform. “Yep. Felt a little icky from the spilled coffee.” Taking a sip of my coffee, he shifts his eyes to my hair. “Coffee got in your hair, too?” My hand reaches up to pat my hair. It’s damp, held up with a claw clip. Uh-huh, I’d ducked my head under the shower to drown my pathetic masturbation noises, because, well, I’m hella vocal. Yes,” I stress, fixing a hand to my hip, daring him to challenge that, even though he very well could, considering he saw and knew the coffee splashed only my feet. “And why are you drinking my coffee? You couldn’t pour your own?” Cutting a piece of pancake, he slathers it around in a sea of syrup before forking it into his mouth. “I pay you to do that.” He has a point, so I don’t lip further and pour myself a new cup of coffee. Noah finishes up, wipes the corners of his mouth, and fixes his gaze on me. Again. “I notice you don’t run at all. Mornings, or evenings. That morning in the park in Brooklyn, was that a one-time thing?” “Nope.” I shrug. “I love running actually. But I guess I just don’t have the motivation to anymore.” Translate, not even my love for cardio, sweat and a palpitating heart can get me to leave this apartment. “I can be your motivator,” he volunteers. “Run with me in the mornings.” “Nah, I—” “Ah, I’m sorry, I just made that sound like a suggestion, didn’t I?” he cuts in. “It’s not. You run with me in the mornings. New amendment to the contract. Also, I’m told you order groceries in instead of going out?” What the hell? Who’s ratting out? Does he have people watching me or something? “I wasn’t feeling well those times,” I prevaricate. “You do realize you haven’t set a foot out of the building in over two weeks, right?” “I have agoraphobia,” I lie again, staring him head on. Unbeknownst to me, the bastard has been paying more attention than I thought, observing, studying. And now he’s digging. He’s not stupid, so he’s probably figured it out by now than I’m hiding, and is curious about from who or what, thus poking his nose were it doesn’t belong. Really,” he stresses, amused lips twitching at the corners. “That would have been the perfect answer if I didn’t know you’re lying.” “I’m not—” “Save it, Lotty,” he curtails. “You’re running from something, and I wish you would just tell me so I can help you.” “I don’t need your—” “Until you learn to trust me as more than your ‘boss’, I’m going to need you to re-sign this amended contract. Before I leave.” With one finger, he pushes the suspicious manila envelope that’s been sitting next to his plate across the counter to me. “If you do not agree with the amendments, your employment is terminated, effective immediately.” I stare at the envelope, not wanting to open it. Employment terminated. Effective immediately. If I disagree. And disagreeing is not something I can afford at this juncture. I don’t have enough saved up, plus the penthouse is spectacular. ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah with all those boring points,’ Reckless Lotty mumbles with an eye-roll. ‘What about his chest, and his throat, and his super intense, intimidating hot-as-sin stare?! No, we most certainly cannot disagree until we’ve had our fill of him.’ Rational Lotty groans, “Oh, dearest Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, why do I even bother? “Just tell me what you added,” I begrudgingly mumble. “In case you haven’t noticed from the last contract signing, I don’t like reading boring crap.” “And she wants to become a lawyer,” Noah murmurs as he draws the envelope across the counter back to him, opens it and slides out the contract. He shakes the envelope and a pen falls out. Placing the pen on top of the contract, he pushes it across to me once more. “I’m responsible for your well-being, your safety, and your comfort. You run with me in the mornings. You will have a driver slash bodyguard assigned to take you wherever you need to go and keep you safe—you’ll meet him this afternoon. It is my duty to provide you with anything, material or otherwise, that will contribute to your comfort here and peace of mind in my home slash your workplace—and you deserve the right ask for what you need whenever I fail to recognize that need.” Mouth hanging open, I blink at him. Then, I explode, “Are you kidding me?! I don’t need to have a law degree to know that this is bullshit! You do not find terms like that in a contract unless it’s for a pimp and his hooker!” “A contract is a contract. Doesn’t matter what’s in it. There’s no standard format to draft a contract. It could be as informal as two signatures on a napkin. Once you sign it, you adhere to the terms.” “I’m your housemaid. What the hell? You want to buy me stuff, assign me a body guard and force me to run with you? What’s the next amendment going to be? Huh? That I’m required to be naked and spread-eagled in your bed before you get home in the evenings?” His casual, amicable demeanor shifts as his whole body goes rigid. Eyes frosting over, lips pressing together, he picks up the contract and shoves it back into the envelope. “You don’t want to sign it, fine. I was trying to help, because that’s who I am. I help people. I don’t take advantage of lost and screw-up little girls. I crossed the line with you a couple of times when I knew I shouldn’t have, and I apologize for that. It was not professional. “But you know what, I’m done caring. You’re as jumpy as a rabbit, goddamn terrified of who-knows-what. You have no phone, you take classes on a piece-of-shit laptop, and you use a handbag that’s held together with a safety pin. I have a habit of caring too much about people, and that’s where I always go wrong. Obviously, girls like you prefer the callous type, the men who show no attentiveness or care at all, the men who notices nothing, that way you can analyze the shit out of it and convince yourself that it means the opposite. But the one who does care, the one who sees you, he’s the one accused of trying to take advantage. My bad, Lotty. My bad.” Tall, dark, and seriously pissed-off, he tucks the envelope under his arm, turns, and strides off. ‘Way to go,’ Reckless Lotty grumbles. ‘That’s what happens when you listen to Rational—’ ‘Hey!’ Rational Lotty snaps defensively. ‘I did not tell her to disagree. Frankly, I think it’s a good deal. She screwed that up all on her own.’ “So, does that rant mean I’m fired?” I call after him. Noah stops and begin to turn, but then the elevator pings, pausing him. “Goooood morning, Mr. Van Der Wells,” I hear a sexy-as-hell male voice sing with a panty-melting British accent, followed by strong footfalls across the wooden floors. Noah frowns. “You’re early, and I told you I’d meet you downstairs. That keycard I gave you is for emergencies only.” “But I do have an emergency,” the sexy-as-hell British voice returns. “I needed a place to hide my hard-on. This tight little wench downstairs, a total prick tease—” “Too early,” Noah clips. The owner of the sexy-as-hell voice turns the bend just then, and…wow. Wow. Just…wow. Reckless Lotty faints. Rational Lotty is speech impeded. This man, or this Adonis, or this Roman King, is hot. Great height, really great bod, lush brown hair cropping just below his ears, brilliant, mischievous blue eyes, and nice, luscious lips fixed into a smirk. Light denims, a white-as-heaven button down shirt, a lock of brown hair flopped onto his forehead, masculine hand holding a Starbucks cup. He appears to be around Noah’s age, but his aura tells his disposition is less mature. I’m standing there ogling the Adonis when his wandering gaze locks on me, and his smirk morphs into a grin. “Yes, yes, yes,” he says cockily, answering a question no one asked. “I woke up like this.” Usually, I hate cocksure pricks, but I can’t help the giggle that escapes me as I purposely step from around the kitchen counter so he can get a full view of me. Without hesitation I would have a fling with this man in a broom closet or in a men’s public bathroom if he demanded it. Then I would kick him to the curb for being an arrogant asswipe. Noah’s frown deepens as he glances between me and his friend. Adonis shifts his gaze to Noah, taking a sip of his coffee before saying, “I see now why you wanted me to wait downstairs, old chap.” Bedroom blue eyes moves to me again. “Is he treating you fair, pretty filly? If not, I have an open position, yeah? I know nothing about cleanliness. I’m a nasty, dirty, filthy little lad.” Smiling coquettishly at him—yes, I’m playing a game here. Unfortunately, Reckless Lotty is still unconscious, so I have to wing this one—I bite my lip and glance down coyly at my shoes, swaying ever so slightly from side to side. “Actually, that would be great. I just got fire—” “You’re not fired,” Noah’s hard voice slices in. He looks as if he’s about to combust. So green he could be a tossed in a salad bowl. Booyah! Right where I want him. Raising wide, artless eyes to him, I ask with feigned timidity, “I-I’m not?” Now Noah’s frown dips so deep it can pass as a scowl, and I bet he’s wondering what on earth is going on, who’s this innocent, wide-eyed girl, and what am I playing at? Keeping my job, that’s what I’m playing at. Because I screwed up royally. “No, you’re not,” he grounds out. “We’ll talk when I get back.” Like a kid on Christmas morning, I clap my hands and bounce on my toes, before advancing toward him with my hand out. “Here, let me sign this real quick so you can go.” Noah watches me like he has no idea who I am as I extricate the envelope from under his arm, slide out the contract and pen, hastily scrawling my signature. Handing it back to him, I smile something brilliant. “There.” Turning to Adonis, I say, “Sorry about that. Turns out we just had a misunderstanding.” “No worries.” He gives me a licentious scan. “Do you have a bloke, sweetheart?” Before I can get a response out, Noah growls, “She’s nineteen.” Eyes glued to my rack, Adonis replies, “Turn that nine upside down and I might care about age. The younger, the tighter.” I tamp down my snicker, only because Noah looks like he’s this close to ripping his friend’s head off. Completely oblivious to Noah’s bristling, Adonis seizes my left hand and gallantly presses a kiss on the back of it. “I’m Q for Qwesie. Qwesie James. Noah’s wingman, the horns on his temples, the venom on his tongue…” He pauses, frowns. “No. Wait. That doesn’t sound right.” This time I laugh out loud. Noah doesn’t. Still scowling. “If I were you,” I advise Q, “I’d let my hand go. “My boss is this close to head-butting you into unconsciousness.”  
About The Author
S. Ann
Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world. Reader first and second a writer, S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She’s afraid of cats, dogs, snakes—heck, she’s only tolerable to gold fishes in a tank. Because if they do jump out and try to attack her, the suckers will surely die!
She hates fireworks, schmaltz and arrogance.
She loves carbs, Chris Brown and humility.
She lives nowhere and everywhere.
Jokey people are her utmost favorite people to be around, as laughter is the way to her heart.
Never mind her foul-mouth (she’s working hard on changing that!), she loves GOD. Fiercely. And believes prayer is the essence of all good, great, wonderful and miraculous things, and the most powerful privilege given unto man.
Ann hopes that one day, the right day, when it’s her time (because nothing happens before its time), her hard work will be noticed and appreciated.
When Ann’s not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh until she breaks into hiccups (loves Disney , TBS, and Impractical Jokers!) studying the Bible, or sipping red wine.
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