What happens when you stumble back to your room after a night out at the pub to find someone sleeping in your bed? He’s an unemployed tour guide. She’s on her dream vacation. What starts as a disaster turns into the adventure of their lifetime, but what happens when the trip is over and they have an ocean between them?
IT’S TIME TO GET LUCKY!
Join nine of your favorite romance authors as we celebrate green rivers, green beer, and gold coins. Whether they meet at a parade, pub crawl, or on the emerald isle itself, our heroes and heroines will find themselves Getting Lucky this March. Each Short and Steamy story promises a Happily Ever-After with plenty of Shamrocks and Pots of Gold waiting at the end of the Rainbow.
USA Today Bestselling Author Kameron Claire loves building worlds where heroes and heroines push, pull, and fight their way to the love and happiness they deserve. She writes full length and short, steamy romance with an emphasis on strong female characters—often in male-dominated roles—and the alpha men who know how to love and support kick-ass, take-charge women.
While she may not need him to save her, she wants him to love, support, and most of all, RAVISH her.
Simon would rather be anywhere but London in winter—anywhere except a wedding, that is. It’s hard to celebrate love when you don’t believe in it. But it was his best mate, and he was best man. Bonus it was on an exclusive private island in the Florida Keys.
Delaney isn’t sure how she landed the Executive Chef position at Paradise Key in the first place. Catering the resort’s inaugural wedding was the ultimate test. And fooling around with the best man is a surefire way to ruin the opportunity of a lifetime.
Macy is a foul-mouthed tennis addict who loves to write about sassy heroines and the heroes that win their hearts from her home in the Florida Keys. Her passion is taking readers deep into the experience of paradise that she is privileged to live.
A sunbeam to warm you, good luck to charm you. A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you. Laughter to cheer you, faithful friends near you…
FINLEY
Grandmother’s Irish blessing might be part of my roots, but I lost my luck along the way. I’m not even sure when it happened, but I know nothing has worked to get it back. Nothing has worked in my life for a long time and I’m sick of it.
I don’t know where the inspiration comes from, but something is telling me to go to Ireland in search of my history and the memories of my grandparents. If I find a little luck while I do it, all the better.
I should have known my brother, Duncan, was going to get involved. I can’t say I’m mad at him for sending Doyle to keep an eye on me. I probably need it. Causing an international incident isn’t exactly on my agenda.
I go to Ireland in search of my roots and something, anything, to change the tide of my life. I can’t help but wonder if I was looking for Doyle all along. I’m not sure if I’m lucky enough to keep him, but I hope I am.
DOYLE When I get a call about an old friend’s sister traveling by herself on some quest of self-discovery, or whatever reason she has for visiting Ireland, I am hesitant to agree to keeping an eye on her. I might grumble about it, but even if I didn’t owe Duncan one, I’d do this for him. How hard could it be?
I should have asked more questions. Finley is a disaster on two legs. I’m a little worried she’ll be the death of me, us, and maybe the whole rock we live on.
The thing is, she’s also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And she’s mine. All mine.
She’s looking for her history and some luck; I’ll help her find everything she thinks she wants. I’ll also give her everything she doesn’t realize she needs—a future with me filled with so much joy and love not even a little streak of unluckiness will touch it. I won’t let it.
**18+. If you like alpha heroes and an insta-love story that is sweet and spicy but isn’t necessarily simple, then this is for you. No cheating with a guaranteed HEA. It is a standalone but is related to my Denver Family series (Banks Ink., Suburban Outcasts and Higgins Security). Finley is Duncan’s sister from Forever His Family (Higgins Security Book 4).**
IT’S TIME TO GET LUCKY! Join ten of your favorite romance authors as we celebrate green rivers, green beer, and gold coins. Whether they meet at a parade, pub crawl, or on the Emerald Isle itself, our heroes and heroines will find themselves getting lucky this March.
Each short and steamy story promises a happily ever-after, with plenty of shamrocks and pots of gold waiting at the end of the rainbow.
Ember Davis loves alpha heroes with a range of emotions, but a strong sense of how to take care of their women. She loves her heroines from all walks of life, just like her heroes, and she wants them to be real and relatable. Her heroines tend to be sassy, opinionated and smart.
Ember is a stay at home mom of two who recently refound her love of books and all things romance and is so glad that she did. She’s always been creative but writing and creating stories that she would love to read that satisfies the dreams she had as a little girl. She loves butterflies, the color purple and enjoying time with her family.
Pssst…it’s totally a pen name, but everything above is 100% true.
Nothing will stop Poppy from freeing her King and destroying everything the Blood Crown stands for.
The War of Two Queens, the stunning continuation in the Blood and Ash series from New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout is available now!
War is only the beginning…
From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes book four in her Blood and Ash series.
From the desperation of golden crowns…
Casteel Da’Neer knows all too well that very few are as cunning or vicious as the Blood Queen, but no one, not even him, could’ve prepared for the staggering revelations. The magnitude of what the Blood Queen has done is almost unthinkable.
And born of mortal flesh…
Nothing will stop Poppy from freeing her King and destroying everything the Blood Crown stands for. With the strength of the Primal of Life’s guards behind her, and the support of the wolven, Poppy must convince the Atlantian generals to make war her way—because there can be no retreat this time. Not if she has any hope of building a future where both kingdoms can reside in peace.
A great primal power rises…
Together, Poppy and Casteel must embrace traditions old and new to safeguard those they hold dear—to protect those who cannot defend themselves. But war is only the beginning. Ancient primal powers have already stirred, revealing the horror of what began eons ago. To end what the Blood Queen has begun, Poppy might have to become what she has been prophesied to be—what she fears the most.
As the Harbinger of Death and Destruction.
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Excerpt
Casteel
The click and drag of claws drew closer as the weak flame above the lone candle sputtered and then went out, pitching the cell into darkness.
A thicker mass of shadows appeared in the open archway—a misshapen form on its hands and knees. It halted, sniffing as loudly as a godsdamn barrat, scenting blood. My blood.
The smooth bands of shadowstone tightened around my throat and ankles as I shifted, bracing myself. The damn stone was unbreakable, but it did come in handy. A low-pitched wail came from the creature.
“Mother—” The thing exploded out of the archway, scurrying forward, its keening moan becoming an ear-piercing screech. “—fucker.”
I waited until its stench of decay reached me and then pressed my back against the wall, lifting my legs. The length of the chain between my ankles was only about half a foot, and the shackles wouldn’t give an inch, but it was enough. Planting my bare feet into the creature’s shoulders, I got a good, most unfortunate look at the thing as its foul breath blasted me in the face.
Man, the Craven was not a fresh one.
Patches of gray flesh clung to its hairless skull, and half of its nose was gone. One entire cheekbone was exposed, eyes burning like hot coals. Lips torn and mangled— The Craven twisted its head down, sinking its fangs into my calf. Its teeth tore through the breeches and into flesh and muscle. Air hissed between my gritted teeth as fiery pain burned its way up my leg.
Worth it.
The pain was more than worth it.
I would spend an eternity taking these bites if that meant she was safe. That it wasn’t her in this cell. That she wasn’t the one in pain.
Shaking the Craven free, I dragged the short chain over the thing’s neck as I crossed my feet. I twisted at the waist, pulling the dull bone chain tight across its throat, ending the Craven’s screams. The shackle clamped down on my throat as I kept turning, cutting off my air as the chain dug into the Craven’s neck. Its arms flailed on the floor as I jerked my legs in the opposite direction, snapping the creature’s spine. The spasming became more of a twitching as I hauled it within reach of my bound hands. The chain between my wrists, connected to the shackle at my throat, was much shorter—but long enough.
I grasped the Craven’s cold, clammy jowls and brought its head down hard, slamming it against the stone floor by my knees. Flesh gave way, spraying rotting blood over my stomach
and chest. Bone split open with a wet-sounding crack. The Craven went limp. I knew it wouldn’t stay down, but it bought me some time.
Lungs burning, I unwound the chain and kicked the creature away from me. It landed by the archway in a tangled mess of limbs as I relaxed my muscles. The band around my neck was slow to loosen, eventually allowing air into my burning lungs.
I stared at the Craven’s body. At any other time, I would’ve kicked the bastard into the hall like usual, but I was weakening.
I was losing too much blood.
Already.
Not a good sign.
Breathing heavily, I looked down. Just below the shadowstone bands, shallow slices ran up the insides of my arms, past both elbows and over the veins. I counted them. Again. Just to be sure.
Thirteen.
Thirteen days had passed since the first time the Handmaidens swarmed this cell, dressed in black and as quiet as a tomb. They came once a day to cut into my flesh, siphoning my blood as if I were a damn barrel of fine wine.
A tight, savage smile twisted my mouth. I’d managed to take out three of them in the beginning. Ripped their throats out when they got too close, which was why they’d shortened the chain between my wrists. Only one of them actually stayed dead, though. The damn throats of the other two had stitched themselves closed within minutes—impressive and also infuriating to witness.
Learned something valuable, though.
Not all of the Blood Queen’s Handmaidens were Revenants.
I wasn’t sure how I could use that information yet, but I guessed they were using my blood to make brand-spanking-new Revs. Or using it as a dessert for the lucky.
Tipping back my head against the wall, I tried not to breathe too deeply. If the stench of the downed Craven didn’t choke me, the damn shadowstone around my throat would. I closed my eyes. There had been more days before the Handmaidens showed the first time. How many? I wasn’t exactly sure. Two days? A week? Or—?
I stopped myself there. Shut it the fuck down.
I couldn’t go down that road. I wouldn’t. I’d done that the last time, trying to clock the days and weeks until there came a point when time simply ceased to move. Hours became days. Weeks became years. And my mind became as rotten as the blood seeping from the Craven’s ruined head.
But things were different in the here and now.
The cell was larger, with no barred entrance. Not that there needed to be one with the shadowstone and the chains. They were a mix of iron and deity bone, connected to a hook in the wall and then to a pulley system to lengthen or shorten them. I could sit up and move a little, but that was about it. However, the cell was windowless like before, and the dank, musty smell told me they once again held me underground. The freely roaming Craven were also a new addition.
My eyes opened to thin slits. The fuck by the archway had to be the sixth or seventh one that had found its way into the cell, drawn by the scent of blood. Their appearance made me think there was one hell of a Craven problem aboveground.
I’d heard of Craven attacks inside the Rise surrounding Carsodonia before. Something the Blood Crown blamed on Atlantia and angry gods. I’d always assumed it was due to an Ascended
getting greedy and leaving mortals they’d fed on to turn. Now, I was beginning to think the Craven were possibly being kept down here. Wherever here was. And if that were the case, and they could get out and get aboveground, so could I.
If only I could get these damn chains to loosen. I’d spent an ungodly amount of time pulling on the hook. In all those attempts, it may have slipped a half-inch from the wall—if that. But that wasn’t the only thing different about this time. Other than the Craven, I’d only seen the Handmaidens. I didn’t know what to think about that. I’d figured it’d be like the last time. Too-frequent visits from the Blood Crown and their cronies, where they spent their time taunting and inflicting pain, feeding, and doing whatever they wanted.
Of course, my last go-around with this captivity bullshit hadn’t started that way. The Blood Queen had tried to open my eyes first, coax me to her side. Turn me against my family and my kingdom. When that hadn’t worked, the real fun had begun.
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#1 New York Times and #1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. She spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, hanging out with her husband and her Border Jack Apollo. In early 2015, Jennifer was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a group of rare genetic disorders that involve a breakdown and death of cells in the retina, eventually resulting in loss of vision, among other complications. Due to this diagnosis, educating people on the varying degrees of blindness has become of passion of hers, right alongside writing, which she plans to do as long as she can.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Tor, HarperCollins Avon and William Morrow, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her Wicked Series has been optioned by PassionFlix. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. Her adult romantic suspense novel TILL DEATH was an Amazon Editor’s Pick and iBook Book of the Month. Her young adult contemporary THE PROBLEM WITH FOREVER is a 2017 RITA Award Winner in Young Adult Fiction. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
She is the owner of ApollyCon and The Origin Event, the successful annual events that features over a hundred bestselling authors in Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult Fiction, panels, parties, and more.
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Love on the Lake, a beautiful small town standalone romance filled with laughter and tears from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting, is live now!
Teagan Firestone has always been the dutiful daughter, especially since her mom died. But as her father finally begins to move on, it’s her turn to do the same. Her destination: Pearl Lake, a close-knit community with an entrepreneurial spirit and secrets of its own.
One of them is Aaron Saunders, who dropped out of college to work construction for Pearl Lake’s upper class. He’s a mystery and has a playboy reputation—that is, until he meets Teagan. Neither of them is looking for love, but in a town this small, it’s hard not to let your heart get involved.
As their romance heats up, Aaron’s elusive past comes to light and Teagan is there for him, bringing them even closer together. But when Teagan is forced to face her own demons, her inability to accept the support of friends and family threatens the life she’s worked so hard to build.
Can Aaron love her, even when she can’t love herself?
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Excerpt
She crooks a finger, beckoning me closer. But there’s only six inches separating us. If I take a step forward, my boots will touch her toes. So I bend instead, until my ear is next to her lips, like I’m waiting for her to tell me a secret.
For a moment I consider the fact that I’ve been up and down the stairs to the loft at least a dozen times. The only air circulation in here is from a portable fan, so I’ve been sweating and shirtless for several hours. I might not smell all that fresh.
But that thought disappears when her fingertips drag along my collarbone and I feel the warmth of her breath at the edge of my jaw.
“Aaron.”
Her palm wraps around the back of my neck. So soft. So warm.
I swallow and grind out, “I’m listening.”
Her thumb finds that spot between my ear and my jaw, and she presses, gently at first and then more firmly. Her lips brush the shell of my ear, and she whispers, “Look at me.”
I feel like a marionette, and she’s pulling all my strings. I turn my head toward her, and her lips brush across my cheek, sending a hot shiver down my spine, lighting me up like a pinball machine.
Teagan Firestone is a dangerous woman. Sweet, beautiful, broken, and yet . . . bold and resilient. She’s a lethal combination, and it’s all compounded when those soft lips meet mine.
I don’t even know what’s happening. Well, I know. I’m kissing her. Or she’s kissing me. She definitely started it.
It’s like an explosion. Like an entire warehouse of firecrackers igniting at the same time. I groan into her mouth and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
Our tongues tangle, and her other hand grips my biceps, sliding up and over my shoulder. She knocks my hat off my head, and it drops to the floor behind me. And then both of her hands are in my hair, sliding through the damp strands, gripping at the crown, angling my head farther to the side. Deepening the kiss.
Dragging it out.
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Rex, the first dangerously sexy MC romance in The Last Bachelor Duet from bestselling author Serena Akeroyd, is now live!
Rachel always thought I was wasting my life on the Sinners, but being Prez is all I’ve ever wanted to be.
When she tore us apart on her journey to become someone, I let her go. I made sacrifices for her, because I knew why she had to prove herself.
I just didn’t realize that’d involve freezing me out for years.
Now, she’s the best criminal attorney in the Tri-State Area, and I’m still Prez—only my world is falling apart.
The MC is under scrutiny, our dirty secrets are being laundered in the public eye, and some of my brothers could be facing jail time.
Only one woman can stop that from happening.
Rachel.
She’ll fight for my brothers, but will she fight for us?
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Excerpt
“Bad news?”
How the hell did I answer that?
Inside, words churned around in my head, but she wasn’t my girl anymore.
Even if she’d always be that to me, now, she was the club’s lawyer.
She was Rachel Laker.
DAs feared her, judges dreaded her appearing before their benches, and my ragtag bunch of outlaws actually fucking listened to her.
The reminder had me settling on what we did best: business.
“Plausible deniability.”
Her fingers stopped their stroking at our code word.
Where she knew not to ask for more information less it mess with her ability to defend me in court.
I wanted her to be my Rach. To help me through this fuckfest, but we’d gone past that years ago.
So many fucking years ago.
The thought had me pulling away from her touch and shoving the chair back to give me some distance.
The ache for her hadn’t gone anywhere. It never had. But I wasn’t the one who’d broken us. I wasn’t the one who’d pushed us apart.
So I sucked in a breath, logged my lungs down with air, then strode over to the fridge.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I’d be moving out and returning to the clubhouse over the next week, but I didn’t.
Instead, I reached into the refrigerator and snagged a box of takeout and started to eat cold General Tso’s chicken.
It tasted like shit.
“Rex?”
I didn’t look up at her. “Yeah?” I snatched another sticky piece of chicken with my fingers then chowed it down.
“Look at me.”
“Why?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“A valid one. What do you want me to look at? The sleep shorts that show your ass off or the way that camisole clings to your tits?”
They were things I’d never have said at any other time.
But this wasn’t any other time.
This was the night my dad had asked me to assist his suicide.
My throat closed even as I registered the hissed intake of her breath.
“It doesn’t…” Her words waned. “I didn’t come down here to tease you.”
“You breathe and you tease me, Rachel.” I finally cast her a glance. “Ain’t you figured that out yet, babe?”
Her nostrils flared, but there was no glee or smug satisfaction in her eyes. Just like I knew there wouldn’t be. My girl was broken, had been for nearly two decades.
“When you look at me like that, you remind me of the first time I went into the basement and found you down there.”
Her shoulders straightened. “What?”
Leaning back against the counter, I stuck my sticky finger into my mouth and cleaned some of the goo off it before I said, “You looked at me like I was going to attack you.”
“I didn’t,” she scoffed.
“You did. I knew then someone had touched you.”
“They hadn’t.”
I settled my gaze on hers, let her feel the weight of it. Let her feel the command.
I might not have been her Prez, but I was her King.
She knew what that look meant because her breath hitched. “Things had happened that I shouldn’t have seen or experienced,” she reasoned woodenly. “But no one had touched me.”
“That supposed to make it better?”
If I could have killed her mom again, I would have.
“No,” she said softly. “It isn’t.”
“Good, because it didn’t work.” I turned away from her and retreated into the fridge once more. Snagging a bottle of beer, settling on that instead of the JD I wished I could savor intravenously, I stated, “Not sure you came down here to reminisce about the bad times.”
She flinched. “They weren’t all bad.”
My lips quirked up in a half smile. “Good to know.”
“I wanted to make some tea. But… is it Bear?”
About Serena
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I write MF, Menage, and Reverse Harem (also known as Why Choose romance,) in both contemporary and paranormal. Some of my stories are darker than others, but I can promise you one thing, you will always get the happy ending your heart needs!
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From the moment I laid eyes on her, I had to have her.
The Savage, an all-consuming dark romance from bestselling author Sophie Lark is available now!
How Do You Tame A Savage?
Sabrina Gallo is an animal.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I had to have her.
But Sabrina won’t be taken by anyone. She’s wild and reckless – downright dangerous.
Lucky for me, I’ve always loved a challenge… I want to hunt.
Even if I capture her, caging a tiger doesn’t mean it’s tamed.
The harder she fights, the more ruthless I become.
She needs to learn how savage I can be.
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Sophie Lark is an Amazon Bestselling author who writes intense, intelligent romance, with heroines who are strong and capable, and men who will do anything to capture their hearts. She lives with her husband, two boys, and baby girl in the Rocky Mountain West.
She has a slight obsession with hiking, bodybuilding, and live comedy shows. Her perfect day would be taking the kids to Harry Potter World, going dancing with Mr. Lark, then relaxing with a good book and a monster bag of salt and vinegar chips.
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The Grim Sinner’s MC Originals Series by LeAnn Ashers is available on all platforms. Each book can be read as a standalone novel.
Adeline
It was completely unexpected. I’d never imagined he would come into my life. From the moment I met him, I knew there was no going back. He made me feel things I had never experienced before:
Safety
Love
Happiness
I was floating on air. Nothing could touch me with him by my side. He became my everything.
Smiley
I’d never expected my life to change upon walking into the Devil Souls MC. At first glance, I almost fell on my ass, and I knew I had to have her. She was everything I never knew I wanted, and hell if that didn’t stir something in me. Adeline gave me something I had been missing my whole life:
Passion
Desire
Contentment
I’m the retired president of the Grim Sinners MC but, in the end, you never really leave. The Devil Souls and The Grim Sinners were brought together to fight the biggest battle yet.
It’s been six years since I escaped the horror I called life.
I was raised in a cult that had forced me to marry a sadistic and evil man. It was absolute hell, but I was finally given a second chance.
I’ve had time to heal and finally find myself, but the last thing I ever wanted or expected was to fall in love. I figured it wasn’t in the cards for me and you can’t miss something you’ve never had or experienced.
But the second I met Konrad, he owned my heart.
It was as if I learned to breathe for the very first time. He came into my life, pushed my barriers, and made it known that I was his. With him, I found my home, my everything.
Until my ex-husband decided that he wanted me back.
All it took was one night for my past and my present to collide headfirst.
Consumed by work, I was letting life pass me by. I had reached a point where I found myself merely existing, so I decided to go out and have some fun with my friend, Lynn.
That night brought me face to face with the two men that would become my everything—Walker and Darren. The chemistry and connection between us three were instant and palpable. There was no going back for any of us.
But in one instant, what I thought was the best night of my life quickly turned into a nightmare.
Josh was there.
I couldn’t breathe.
He was supposed to be locked up.
They promised me I’d be safe…
Now, not only was my life on the line once more, but worse, if I didn’t meet his sick demands, he promised to kill the two men that held my heart.
LeAnn Ashers is a blogger-turned-author who spends her days reading and writing. She released her debut novel early 2016, and can’t wait to see where this adventure continues to take her. LeAnn enjoys writing about strong-minded females and swoon-worthy, protective alpha males who love their women unconditionally.
LIBERATOR – someone who sets a person free from imprisonment or oppression.
Grigsby Myers had one goal growing up: never want for anything. He’s dedicated his whole life to achieving financial freedom at the cost of finding someone to grow old with.
On his 30th birthday, he finally obtains everything he’s ever wanted, along with the realization that he has no one special to share this milestone with. Other than his acquaintances at Cypher, a private gentlemen’s club he belongs to, that is.
But now, there’s a new addition to the club, and her name is Starr. Something about her calls to him, even though it is apparent she doesn’t belong in a place like that. Without speaking to her, he senses something special about Starr—a pureness he needs in this life.
One night everything changes and finds Grigsby leaving Cypher without looking back. Distance and time could erase one night’s wrong decision… or so he thought.
Five years later, a dead man’s last request comes in the form of a letter forcing him and Starr to meet once again. Neither of them expected the secret it revealed. Will this new information have Grigsby liberating Starr from her ties to Cypher or have him running further away than he was before?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
K.L. Myers was born in West Berlin, Germany while her father was stationed there. She
spent her childhood moving from continent to continent finally landing permanently in
Colorado when her father retired. Eventually, K.L. moved to “hell”, aka Arizona where she resides with her husband & their fur babies. She has 2 grown daughters & 3 Grandchildren.
KL has a passion for reading and writing hot romance when she isn’t juggling family & a full-time job.
Her books & novellas show a pension for a bad boy with a heart of gold. Coupling her bad boys with strong, independent women who don’t need rescuing, and just maybe a taste of naughty redemption! Her characters will pull you in & leave you satiated, yet panting for more, more, MORE!
Falling for my best friend was only one part of my problem.
Barely making it through my senior year of college was the rest of it. I just survived midterms, and finals are knocking on my door with their mocking middle finger.
If I’m going to land the internship of my dreams and make a life for myself, I need to limit distractions and survive the semester. It’s hard to think that far ahead when I’m listening to my heart and bed scream for Gio. He’s half the reason my mind is a mess.
The other reason why I’m so distracted is the gorgeous, intelligent, way too hard to ignore, graduate student teaching my favorite class. I can’t think of anything else when Milo is around, especially when we’re stuck together in a blizzard. Like the melting ice around us, I don’t stand a chance.
I know I need to stop, to distance myself from both of them, and that’s why I’m determined to focus on myself. I have to figure out who I am, what I want, and get myself together.
But what do I do when real, life-altering love slips away?
Will it all be too much, or will I learn that my gorgeous, perfect distraction was worth the risk?
Getting lost in the pages of a book is Fiona’s favorite escape. Bouncing between YA, contemporary, and romantic suspense, Fiona writes about love because she believes the world needs more of it. Writing from the Pacific Northwest, Fiona can be found creating memories with her family, and daydreaming of her next story while wandering the aisles of local bookstores and coffee shops in the rain.
