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by Keren Hughes
Date Shark was only meant to be a side-enterprise to his thriving couple’s therapy practice, but Eli Walsh knows it’s become more of an obsession. At least, it was until he agreed to take on Leila. Somehow she has stolen his entire focus. He wants to admit his fascination with her and growing romantic interest, but he knows coming on too strong will scare her away.
Do you ever get the feeling you are being watched? How much do you trust your gut instincts? Kate Fitzpatrick’s intuitive gift warns her that her ex-lover Jake Alexander has arrived in her idyllic hometown of Vernazza, Italy, but she tries to shrug it off as being overworked and tired. When Jake appears in front of her in a lonely, dark alley looking sexier than ever, Kate’s worst fears are confirmed.
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Would you give up your best friend for one night of passion?
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I met him on the luckiest day of the year.
Of course, I wasn’t aware of his true identity at the time. I only knew him as the arrogant blond god who gave me a shamrock necklace. For luck.
As if I needed it.
Okay, maybe I did. But it was presumptuous of him to assume I wanted his help – all because he made it his business to pry into my personal conversation.
I, Perry Sommers, want a life makeover.
I want to stop being so impulsive and start acting like a grown up.
I want to settle down and have a real relationship, instead of a series of clusterf*cks.
I want to fall in love. Just not with this man.
But love isn’t fair. It doesn’t care if someone is off-limits, and Stephen Davidson definitely is. I can handle that. Our intense chemistry tests me on a near constant basis. I can handle that too.
What I can’t handle is how much I’ve come to need him in my life. I never expected this infuriating hard-ass to become my best friend, but now that he has, I never want to let him go.
I can’t destroy the bond we share, but there is only so much a woman can take before she breaks.
Before she throws it all away for one perfect night.
** This friends to lovers standalone takes place six years before Legal. It does not need to be read in conjunction with the others in the series. **
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Bree Dahlia is an unconventional romance junkie. She loves reading it but adores writing it even more. Her stories range from lighthearted to sizzling with that satisfying Happily Ever After ending and a touch of the unexpected. She favors themes of friendship, forgiveness, and unconditional love with alpha characters and eccentric tastes.
She holds degrees that she does nothing with and has experienced a long string of jobs that have left her unfulfilled. Only as an author, has she truly found her passion. When not crafting stories in her small Wisconsin town, she hikes unbeaten trails, watches hockey games, and wishes she didn’t detest cooking so much.
Dahlia is her middle name. Her last name is more suitable for a horror writer.
Jesse Tyler is the perfect mix of sweet prince and bad boy… He is also my best friend—and I’m hopelessly in love with him. Unfortunately he didn’t feel the same way about me, and to make matters worse, he moved away in the middle of our senior year, completely cutting me off. Now after a few years (and did I mention a new guy?) I am hit with the biggest bombshell of all—Jesse is moving back to town!
Title: Wreck Me
Author: Lane Hart
Edited by: All About the Edits
Cover by: Addendum Designs
Photographer: Andrei Vishnyakov
Model: Konstantin Kamynin
Teasers by: Angela Snyder, Author
She’s young enough to be my daughter, but I’m desperate for a taste of her.
And she knows it too. That’s why the beautiful tease is trying her best to break me.
Like being caught in the riptide, she’s impossible to resist.
And no matter how hard I try, I can’t stay away.
She’s completely wrecked me.
*This is an older man/younger woman standalone romance with a HEA.*
New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart was born and raised in North Carolina. She continues to live in the south with her husband, two daughters, and several pets named after Star Wars characters.
When Lane’s not writing or reading sexy novels, she can be found in the summer on the beaches of the east coast, and in the fall watching football, cheering on the Carolina Panthers.
Lady Katherine Baxton, striving to meet the requirements of her station, has
become the ultimate dutiful daughter. And now, the Duke of Blackthorn’s
betrothed. Far from a love match, Kate is nevertheless determined to do as
expected and marry. That all changes the night she panics at her impending
future and runs, stumbling upon a private grove, a mysterious tree. . . and a
youngest son of a viscount widely thought to have purchased his title, Jackson
Cooper demonstrates his disdain for the aristocracy by affording himself every
luxury available—drinking, wenching, and gambling—while eschewing anything
representing the ton. Jackson has little care for his reputation and no desire
to marry. His escape from London is all but complete.
fate—in the form of a beautiful, mysterious lady—interrupts his plans, enticing
him with the very thing he never wanted.
Jo Ryleigh writes historical regency romances that feature rakish heroes and
strong feisty heroines.
Jo has lived in the same cold-winter-hot-summer area of Minnesota her entire
life. Sharing in the raising of her three extremely rambunctious boys is her
very understanding husband who endured being dubbed “The Duke” by his
co-workers. Keeping Addie Jo company while she writes (besides her wonderfully
loud children) is her yorkipoo, Bella, who is never far from her side. And
recently the newest addition to their family, a black lab named Max.
Jo has always had a love and passion for romance books and became engrossed in
historical romance (particularly Regency) soon after graduating from Lurlene
McDaniel’s young adult books. Currently, she reads any genre that has a great
emotional story that keeps her reading into the early hours of the morning.
Jo has a bachelor degree in accounting and is a financial coordinator when not
playing chauffeur for her hockey-playing boys, cuddled up with a good book, or
writing her next story.
I knew her as the sultry voice blowing up my phone for late night chats about Proust and Hemingway interspersed between the best phone sex I never knew I could have.
We’d never met.
Until the day she walked into my office, her cherry lips wrapped around a candy apple sucker and an all too familiar voice that said, “They said you wanted to see me, Principal Hawthorne?”
Rounding the corner by the front office, I’m making a beeline for drinking fountain number six when the door swings open and out walks Kerouac.
Or rather, Principal Hawthorne.
We both stop so as not to bump into each other, though he’d be so lucky.
I saw the way he looked at me in his office this morning, the way his body responded to my voice. I knew the instant he started talking that it was him, though it took all the strength I had to ignore his chiseled jaw, dimpled chin, thick, dark hair, and hooded, honey-brown eyes.
Principals are supposed to be old with gray hair, glasses, and dad bods.
They’re not supposed to look like fucking supermodels.
Our eyes lock, and I smirk. To think, all those times I was talking to this.
This is what was on the other end. That stock photo doesn’t even hold a candle to the striking Adonis standing before me. No wonder he doesn’t want to commit. For a man like that, the world is one giant, all-you-can-eat buffet of beautiful women.
“Excuse me,” he says, stepping out of my way like a gentleman.
God, that voice. That gentle, low rasp of a voice. I about creamed my pants when he did the overhead announcements earlier. Almost had to excuse myself from class so I could finish the job in an empty bathroom stall.
It doesn’t help that all anyone can talk about lately is how fucking hot the new principal is. I overheard a group of senior girls earlier making a wager to see who could sleep with him before they went off to college. The winner was to get a thousand bucks.
Ha. Stupid girls.
If they only knew who they were dealing with.
But I’m no better than they are. I know the man that lies beyond the carefully crafted exterior, behind those dark, hooded eyes and that confident stride. The man on the inside is a million times sexier than any of them could begin to imagine.
“You’re excused.” I make my way to the fountain, press the button, and lower my mouth to the jet stream of fresh water. His stare is heavy, weighted, and I’d give anything to know what he thinks when he looks at me.
The halls are empty and quiet. It’s just the two of us.
Across the way a male teacher drones on about World War I and the Lusitania, and when I glance into the classroom, I spot Bree sitting in the front row, gnawing on the tip of her pen as her eyes wander in our direction.
I move out of her line of sight. Ford follows.
“I’d like to talk to you sometime,” he says. “About—”
I rise, turning to him. “About what? Nothing happened.”
He squints, studying me. He must think I’m planning to blackmail him, but he’d be mistaken. While his rejection stung at the time, I’m over it and I’ve got bigger fish to fry—specifically a bottom-feeder by the name of Bree.
“I tried to reach out to you after we last spoke,” he says, keeping his voice down. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. Couldn’t find you on the app.”
“I deleted it.”
His lips press, and he nods. All those long phone calls and messaging sessions this summer, and the man can’t find more than a handful of things to say to me now. He must still be in shock. I can’t say that I blame him. He’d have a hell of a lot more to lose than I would. The stakes are higher for him. I might be legal and an adult, but there isn’t a single red-blooded soul in this entire school district who’d be okay with a principal striking up a sexual relationship with one of his students.
On paper, it would seem atrocious. Scandalous. Disgusting.
But it doesn’t keep me from wishing we could’ve made it work, as insane as that is.
“You know, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other around here, so let’s do ourselves a favor and get the fuck over what happened,” I say, arms folded as I maintain my icy demeanor. My ego may be bruised, my heart may be longing for him, but I’ll be damned if I run away with my tail tucked like some rejected schoolgirl. “If you’re going to look at me like that every time you see me—”
“I’m sorry.” He won’t stop staring. “I just … I can’t believe it’s you.”
“Believe it.” I begin to walk backwards, distancing myself from him.
He may have closed the door a few weeks ago, but I’m the one who locked it.
When I saw there was a new book coming I checked on the blurb and I was like “yeah count me in” I mean I loved her writing style so far so it was a no-brainer for me. But now that I read the book I think / I guess I am the odd one out there when it comes to Absinthe by Winter Renshaw.
I still like the plot idea and her writing style was good. But the plot development really did not go over that well with me. This is supposed to be a romance right ?
It is ok that it is forbidden and kind of darker than her previous books but why do I feel like I read a travel report ?
From the beginning on I felt kind of disconnected from the leading characters and I could have worked with that, but a certain point on (not going to say which point) the whole romance became the story of two individuals. They had nothing to do with each other and were working at nothing to get closer to each other. Adding the location changes it felt like a travel report. So nearing the end the sudden outburst of romance felt not believable to me. I actually found myself in a “wait did I miss something” moment.
My rating is still 3.something stars because I truly love this author and I will also recommend this book to other readers because I think this really might be only my very personal issue – but please be aware that this is not a fluffy smooth running romance with the usual setup.
Eve Bryant finds herself moving across the country with only one goal—to rediscover herself and get her life back on track… Leaving a disastrous marriage, she swears off men and relationships, but when she meets sexy, charismatic Grant Mitchell, her new rules fly right out the window. Grant is a born and bred businessman, and he always gets what he wants…