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My baby was in the shop.

With the grumpy mechanic.

I chewed my fingernail as I checked my phone for a missed message. There wasn’t one.

Jake said he’d call when he knew what the problem was, but that didn’t ease my nerves. When he’d arrived to tow Berta, he’d asked whether I wanted her fixed. Clearly, he didn’t think she was worth saving, and his opinion burned in my stomach like a hot brand.

Berta was my grandmother’s baby blue VW van. She’d driven it for as long as I could remember. The van was a regular sight around town, filled with the flowers and plants she brought home to nurture.

Even if it was prone to breaking down and being unreliable, it was a symbol of her—the one person who understood me. Who believed in me. Who shared interests that my mother thought were frivolous. My mom didn’t think I’d ever make money selling plants.

I envisioned the van as my brand. I wanted to take photographs of it in front of the red barn, surrounded by flowers, to entice locals and tourists to visit or plan their next event on my farm. But it was a pipe dream because I hadn’t even made my little flower shop profitable yet. Then there was the problem with the van that kept breaking down.

My partnership with Gia’s wedding planning service, Happily Ever Afters, was the only saving grace. The floral arrangements I contributed to the weddings she planned kept my little business afloat.

Gia’s voice drew my attention.

“I wanted to introduce the new additions to our team. I’d like to welcome Everly, who creates beautiful wedding invitations.” Gia held up one of them, which had blue and yellow flowers with gold embellishments. “And my best friend, Harper, who’s going to get us organized with an amazing computer scheduling program.”

Gia’s passion was making plans, rules, and spreadsheets. When she wasn’t meeting with clients, she spent her time on her computer or her tablet. She launched into the logistics of Harper’s plans to organize the business, and I tuned her out. The schedule affected the wedding planners more than it did me.

My mind drifted to Berta and Jake as I chewed my nail. What if he couldn’t fix her? I couldn’t imagine the flower shop or the farm without Berta. The possibilities swirled in my stomach, making me shift restlessly in my seat.

“Everly will be creating custom invitations upon request, but she’s graciously offered a few packages for our budget-conscious brides. Even if a couple doesn’t have a lot of money set aside for invitations, they’ll be of amazing quality.”

“And they’re unique,” Sophie said, smiling as she paged through Everly’s binder.

“Thank you,” Everly said. “I’m so grateful for the opportunity. I’ve been working in an office job and selling online, but it’s my dream to make a go of this. To make it my full-time business.”

“Oh, what are you doing now?” I asked.

Everly’s nose wrinkled. “I work for a medical office, answering phones.”

“We’ve all been there. We’ll support you in whatever you want to do,” Sophie said with a sympathetic smile.

“I prefer to meet with wedding couples in person to get a feel for their love before I create something.”

“You’re in the right place if you want to build your business,” Gia said with an encouraging grin.

We were all business owners and thrived on being our own bosses.

“Harrison is the one who introduced me to Everly,” Gia said.

Harrison owned a supply company and provided the tables, chairs, linens, and silverware for our weddings. I rarely saw him, as our responsibilities never collided, so I didn’t know much about him.

Everly smiled. “We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“We’re so excited to have you here. We work as a team, but we’re also friends, so we’re happy to have you on board,” Gia said before turning her attention to her tablet.

She probably had an agenda for the meeting and wouldn’t dismiss us until she relayed everything.

“This might seem silly, but it’s important that we’re always seen as professional. Some won’t want to work with female business owners, or they’ll think we’re not business savvy, and we don’t want to give anyone the impression that we’re just here to have fun. We’re here to build a sustainable business, one that will support our families and us for years to come.”

Everyone nodded, clearly on the same page.

Gia held up her finger. “That’s why we came up with some rules.”

My stomach sank as I remembered the meeting when we’d written down rules for the business. I’d even drunkenly suggested the first rule: Don’t sleep with the best man. At the time, it had seemed silly, and I hadn’t really given it much thought. Until we’d found out our photographer, Abby, had, in fact, slept with the best man, Nick, after our friends’, Savannah and Ethan’s, wedding. It happened before the rules were written, but then, no one thought Gia was serious about enforcing them.

I glanced at Abby, whose brow was raised, her cheeks flushed.

“It’s not a good look if the wedding planners and vendors are hooking up with the wedding party or guests.”

I was sure Abby had been forgiven because she was in a committed relationship with Nick, and somehow, their initial hookup hadn’t been discovered by any of the gossips in town.

Even if the rules were ridiculous, they didn’t affect me. I had very little interaction with the wedding party or the guests. As the florist, my work was completed in the solitude of my shop. Then I transported the arrangements to the wedding venue, finishing before the ceremony and reception began. I only spoke to the bride, groom, and, sometimes, the mother or father of the bride.

There was no temptation for me.

Unless my van broke down and I called Jake for a tow. My entire body heated, and my heart beat faster as Jake’s image popped into my head. He was exactly the kind of guy I went for. Hard edges, toned muscles, and a growly voice. But something told me there was more to him than met the eye.

“That includes anyone we work with—vendors, suppliers, or competitors.”

Vendors? Would that include the mechanic fixing my delivery van? I supposed Gia would argue it would. If I hooked up with him—and boy, did my body want to—it could complicate things.

I glanced around the room at the partners who were present when the rules were conceived—Abby, the photographer, and Sophie, the baker. Then I scanned the new ones—Everly, the invitation designer, and Harper, Gia’s best friend and organizational guru. Everyone was listening intently. Sophie and Abby were already in relationships. I didn’t know anything about Harper’s situation, while Everly looked a little uneasy. I wondered if her friendship with Harrison was something more, or if she wanted it to be.

Wanting to diffuse the seriousness of the conversation, I interjected, “I think we’re all adults and can make good decisions.”

“Speaking of which, what’s the status of your delivery van?” Gia closed the drawer on her desk where she’d taped the rules months ago.

I couldn’t even breathe a sigh of relief as the focus moved from the rules to me. I shifted on the wooden chair we’d brought into Gia’s office for the meeting. “It’s in the garage.”

We were a partnership, creating wedding packages to make the brides’ and grooms’ lives easier, but at the end of the day, Gia was our boss. The mastermind behind Happily Ever Afters. She was the one who approached us with the idea of partnering our respective businesses with her wedding planning services. She marketed to prospective couples and closed the difficult deals. If she decided our arrangement wasn’t profitable, my business wouldn’t survive.

I competed with online subscription florists that delivered arrays of bouquets to someone’s door in neat and tidy boxes. Those services, unlike me, could also offer a variety of flowers shipped from other countries at a much lower cost.

“What’s your plan?” Gia stood and moved around the desk to sit on the edge. “I think we can agree you need a reliable refrigerated van to transport your flowers.”

“I’m waiting to hear back from the mechanic.” I didn’t say his name out loud because when I thought of him, my entire body tingled with awareness. I remembered how he stalked toward me on the side of the road, his muscles flexing under his worn jeans. My body had felt like a live wire readying itself for battle or something else entirely. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was very clear he was irritated with the situation, my van, and me.

“Can it be fixed?” Gia asked.

Gia was nothing if not practical. If something wasn’t working, fix it. If we needed a new wedding planner, hire one. There were logical steps anyone could take to grow their business. Much to Gia’s and my parents’ frustration, I was ruled by feelings.

“I think so,” I said, infusing the optimism I was known for into my voice.

Sophie straightened on the couch, where she sat next to Abby. “I’m researching the possibility of purchasing a refrigerated van for the cakes. Do you think we should pool our resources and share one?”

My cheeks flushed. I couldn’t afford half of a new van, even if I was interested. “I don’t know that it would work. We both have scheduled deliveries to make.”

Sophie nodded solemnly. “That’s true. My deliveries will increase once I have a van. I’ll be able to take on more customers, maybe even hire a driver to handle them.”

Envy tickled my neck. It shouldn’t bother me that Sophie was confident in the success of her business. But then, her bakery had been in business longer than my flower shop.

When my grandmother died, I quit my boring office job and used my small inheritance to open my dream shop, Petals. I’d always dreamed of owning a store. And Grandma’s note, which she’d left with her will, told me to do just that.

When I first opened, I thought husbands would stop by on their way home from work to choose a bouquet for their wives. Mothers-in-law would stop by during the day for the perfect arrangement for their new grandchild’s mother. The fact was, I got little foot traffic because people could buy whatever they wanted with a click of a button on their cell phones.

I’d gotten my dream, but would it work, or would I need to close it down, sell Grandma’s house, and move back into my parents’ home? Panic pressed on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

“I think we can all agree that you need a reliable delivery van,” Gia said reasonably.

I smiled, but it felt brittle. “Jake was confident that he could fix Berta.”

Abby raised a disbelieving brow at me. She’d been present when Jake towed Berta, and she knew he wasn’t pleased with the prospect of reviving my baby.

“Jake knows how important she is to me.” A tingle ran down my spine when his name traveled over my lips. The fact was, Jake didn’t understand my attachment to Berta, but he would. I’d make him understand. A fire grew in my chest. I needed to talk to him, but Gia didn’t need to know that.

I was determined to get Berta back on the road, and that was the only thing that mattered.

Gia dipped her chin. “If she’s not serving your business, you need to think about replacing her.”

My heart skipped a beat at her words. She was an amazing businesswoman because she didn’t have the pesky emotional attachments that others did, or maybe she’d never lost anyone. She had a big family who seemingly loved and cared for each other. She couldn’t understand how devastating the loss of my grandmother was. But then, I hadn’t confided in these new friends about it.

Abby reached over to pat my hand. “You don’t want to be stuck on the side of the road again, do you? It’s not safe.”

Jake might not be there next time. There was comfort as he took charge of that situation. When was the last time anyone worried about me or my safety? My parents were more concerned about my perceived failures.

Gia’s lips turned downward. “Frankly, it’s not good for business. I need to know that you’ll arrive on time. The couples depend on us to make their dreams a reality. We don’t want to get a reputation for flowers not showing up on time. I worry about these things so that prospective brides don’t have to.”

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what was at stake. “I understand. I’ll make sure she’s ready to go.”

Gia nodded tightly before she rounded the desk and sat in her chair. She turned to our calendar for the next month, going over the details we’d confirmed many times before. Gia was nothing if not thorough.

The meeting wrapped up soon after, and I rushed out, needing to see Berta for myself.

Outside the building, I called for a driver since my only means of transportation were Berta and an old bike I kept at Grandma’s when I visited her over the summers. Jake’s garage was located on the edge of the town’s historic area.

He and his friend, Ryan, had taken over another garage that went out of business. They’d painted and restored the old building, but it looked much the same as I imagined it had twenty years ago. White walls, a gently sloping roof, and blue lettering declaring it Harbor Garage & Service Repair Center.

My baby was parked on the side of the building, looking forlorn and abandoned. I walked around it and inspected it for any damage. The problem was, she looked exactly the same as the day Jake towed her away.

My stomach sank. What if Jake and Ryan hadn’t worked on it? How long could I go without a reliable vehicle to make my deliveries?

“Can I help you?” a voice came from behind me.

I wrapped my arms around myself before I turned. “This is my van. I was hoping someone could tell me whether she’s been fixed or not.”

As the man raised a brow, I noted his name tag, which read Ryan. “Jake normally calls before he handles any repairs to get the owner’s approval.”

My shoulders lowered. “He hasn’t called.”

Ryan nodded. “He probably hasn’t had a chance to look at it. We’ve been busy.”

His words felt a lot like a dismissal.

“I don’t think you understand.” I gestured at Berta. “This is my only means of transportation, and I run a flower business. I need to transport my flowers, or I can’t work.”

I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice and Gia’s concern out of my head, but I couldn’t. I needed Berta, or my dream wouldn’t get off the ground. I felt panic in the depths of my soul.

Ryan tipped his head to the side and said carefully, “I’m not sure Jake realized it was a rush job.”

I hurried to keep up with him as he strode toward the open bay, worried what a rush job would cost. “I wouldn’t say it’s a rush job. It’s just important she be fixed quickly.”

When he stopped in front of booted feet protruding from under a white Mustang, I straightened, drawing up to my full five-foot-two height.

Ryan cleared his throat, and the person under the car pushed out from under it.

“What’s up?” Jake asked gruffly as he stood. His greasy hands held a metal tool of some sort.

“This woman”—Ryan threw a thumb in my direction—“wanted to check on the van. You know, the blue one?”

From his tone, I suspected they’d discussed my van at length. I wondered if Jake had complained about me and my stubborn refusal to let him junk her.

“It’s Lily,” I said.

Jake smirked and extended his grease-stained hand to me. “Nice to see you again.”

It felt like a test—one I’d surely fail if I didn’t enclose my hand in his. I felt a jolt when his calloused palm touched mine. My cheeks heated as tingles spread from the place our hands were joined up to my forearm into my elbow.

“You too.” Needing to sever the connection, I pulled away first.

“You want to talk about that old van outside?” He was already moving through the open bay.

Fury flowed through my body, hot and fast, as tears pricked my eyes. As I followed him slowly, I sifted through possible responses before settling on the truth as he stopped in front of Berta. “My grandmother died last year. She left me her farm, this van, and strict instructions to follow my dreams. So I don’t consider Berta old, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t describe her that way. She’s an antique.”

During my speech, Jake’s gaze moved from the van to me.

My face heated as I realized how ridiculous I sounded. I was overreacting to his comment, but Gia’s words at the meeting kept flowing through my head. I needed him to understand. “Berta’s important to me.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I’m getting that.”

“I’d like to get her running again. Is it possible?” I tried to keep my voice level.

“I can get anything running again. The question is—is it worth it?” He shot me a heated look, and I wondered what he was talking about—Berta or me?

“I think she is. Can you help me?”

“That depends on your budget.”

I let out a long exhale, unsure how to answer. I didn’t have much cash available to sink into the repair costs, but I didn’t have a choice.

Jake braced a hand on Berta. “You need the van for sentimental reasons, but you can’t afford to fix her up.”

I winced at his accurate assumption. “I don’t know yet. You haven’t given me an estimate.”

“You want her in tip-top shape or just fix her up enough to drive her off the lot this time?”

I tipped my head to the side. “What does that mean?”

“It means you’ll need to make more trips to the garage, or I can completely restore her. Make her shine like new again.” Pride soaked into Jake’s voice as he patted the side of the van.

The thought of Berta being restored sounded amazing, and the passion I heard in his voice had my heart thumping. “Could you work up an estimate for both and let me know?”

Jake nodded as he pushed off the van. “You’re the boss.”

I liked to stay positive, and it was always possible that business would pick up. When I inherited the property and decided to open the store, I hadn’t known about the large taxes Grandma paid on her property. There wasn’t much cash left because she’d lived in a nursing home at the end.

I fidgeted with the strap of my cross-body purse. “If I decided to just fix her up quickly, how long would that take? I need her to make deliveries.”

“Listen, I can probably get her running within your budget, but even with a small fix, you can’t drive her as your primary vehicle. You can’t rely on her to make daily or even weekly deliveries.”

I stared at Berta, ignoring the heat of his gaze on the side of my face. My stomach churned at the news. “You said you would get me the estimate for both options. Then I could decide.”

Jake remained stubbornly silent. He’d answered all my questions and probably needed me to leave so he could get back to work. There was no point in dwelling on the negative. Smiling, I touched his forearm. “Besides, you never know. She might surprise you.”

I moved to leave when his hand wrapped around my wrist. My gaze was fixated on his larger hand encircling my slender wrist, tan skin covering white. The heat of his palm wreaked havoc on my nervous system.

“Keep Berta parked in front of your store for novelty reasons. Customers can still get a look at her. Then you’re not left on the side of the road.”

“She’s all I have.” I gave him a look, one that hopefully told the story of how important she was to me. When his fingers uncurled from my wrist, my shoulders sagged with the weight of the truth—I couldn’t afford to buy a car, much less a proper refrigerated delivery van. “Thank you for your help. I’m looking forward to your call.”

I forced myself to walk away from him. I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman who didn’t own anything outright. The house, the farm, and the van had all been given to me. I had nothing to show for the first however many working years of my life. My heart felt like it was in a vise, one that kept tightening.

I pulled out my phone to find a driver, breathing in deeply to remind myself I was a competent woman who’d taken a risk opening a business. There weren’t many people who’d done what I did. It was something to be proud of. I could do it.

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Treat yourself to a new book this Valentine's Day! This series of wedding planners breaking all the rules to find their happily ever afters will hit the spot!

Single mom Abby wants to start dating again, and what better way to take that first step, then to sleep with the best man, and slip out in the middle of the night without leaving her number. Until she finds out he's her son's baseball coach.

Forbidden. Sexy. With all the Feels.

★★★★★ "Lea is the Queen of writing a series within a series! We seriously get the best of both worlds…and I’m here for it." - Reading in the Red Room

★★★★★ "An exceptional story! It was deeply moving, heart-wrenching in places yet a beautiful love story, and the chemistry between this couple scorching hot!" - World of Books 65

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As a wedding photographer, I get to witness the magic, the romance, and the fairy tale without getting close enough for it to ever sting me again.

Until Nick.

I broke my number one rule and slept with the best man. How could I resist his sexy good looks and the seductive offer of one night with no strings attached?

Except he broke the rules by asking me to stay. So, I left without leaving a note or my number, sure I'd never see him again.

Until he moves to the same town to take care of his nephew, after his dead-beat dad goes to jail. Suddenly he’s everywhere: the town’s harvest festival, playing arcade games at the pizzeria, and coaching my son’s baseball team

The worst part? I can't get him off my mind. But I won’t allow myself to fall in love again. Instead, I make a new offer: friends-with-benefits. It's the perfect solution. Until I realize he wants more.

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★★★★★ "If this series is anything like the first book, then it will easily be my favorite Lea Coll series! I loved Nick and Abby like something else. I can’t wait to continue this series! And no other author has made me desperately want to visit a city!" - Good Books Clear Minds

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★★★★★ "I have read every Lea Coll book, a proud fan and this honestly might be my favorite book! Nick is an absolute dream and Abby was so relatable. I cannot wait for the rest of this series! 5 + stars from me and a perfect way to start my 2023 reading!" - Claire, Goodreads Reviewer

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“You look like you could use a drink.” Nick stood next to me, looking handsome in his tux as he placed a glass of champagne in front of me.

“That and a foot massage.” I tipped the glass back, the bubbly liquid flowing down my throat.

Pulling out a chair, he sat next to me and asked, “May I?”

He gestured toward my leg, then to his lap. I nodded, unable to form words. Despite the drink, my throat was dry.

There was a sly smile on Nick’s mouth as he pulled my leg into his lap. His calloused hands on my bare skin sent tingles up my calf, my thigh, then to my center.

“That feels good already.” Was I that hard up for a man’s touch?

He looked up at me with a grin. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part.”

“You sure haven’t.” All I could think about was him moving those strong, capable hands under my skirt and up my thighs. My core clenched in response to my dirty thoughts.

With a wink, he slipped my heel off and set it carefully on the floor.

We were hidden by the tablecloth, but I still looked around the room to see if Gia or anyone else was looking for me. For now, everyone was crowded around the dance floor, having a good time.

His thumb pressed into the ball of my foot, and a moan escaped my lips.

His easy grin faded. His eyes heated as he looked over at me. “I’d like to hear more of that.”

I gestured at where his fingers were working their magic on my feet. “You always give random women foot massages at weddings?”

He chuckled, and it rumbled up my legs to my core. “Never, actually.”

“I’m special?” I asked softly, wincing at my characterization. Ever since

Seth walked out, I’d felt anything but.

His gaze met mine. “You are one of a kind. Beautiful. Strong. Hardworking.”

Something sizzled under my skin at his words. “How do you know that?”

He returned his attention to my foot. “I’ve been watching you.”

His attention made me feel wanted, desired. I glanced at the time on my phone. As much as I was enjoying his massage, it was still early. I wasn’t sure if I’d get a chance like this again. I pulled my leg from his lap and leaned in close. “Do you want to get out of here?”

His eyes flared as he took me in. Finally, he nodded.

I stood, grabbing my clutch and my camera. Gia already told me I was done for the night, so I didn’t need to check in with her again.

I held out my hand to him. When he took it, I felt confident and led him through the maze of tables to the exit, relaxing when I didn’t see anyone I knew.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure he was still into this, but his gaze was lower, on my ass. I could have chided him, but instead, I stood straighter and put a little sway in my hips.

Outside, he dropped my hand, both of his coming to rest on my hips. His mouth hovered over my neck. “Where are we going, sweet girl?”

I knew Savannah and Ethan were staying here, so I nodded toward the taller Maryland Historic Inn at the end of the street. “You want to get a room?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I’d never been so bold. I hadn’t picked up a guy since college, and it was a lot easier back then to take a guy to my dorm room.

“Lead the way.” His voice was short, as if he wanted to get me alone as soon as possible.

On the short walk to the inn, he’d pulled me into his side. We were in a hurry, but I wasn’t immune to the hard chest beneath my palm, the strong arm around my shoulders, or the way he occasionally looked down at me with this look on his face like he couldn’t believe he was with me.

By the time we reached the front counter of the historic inn, my body was flush with need. Nick secured a room, and I tried not to think about the fact we were renting a room solely to have sex.

Ducking into the elevator, I felt almost giddy to be doing something I wouldn’t normally do. We stood on separate sides of the car. The implication was that if we touched or if we kissed, we wouldn’t make it to our room. Instead, the air between us was thick with tension. Would he kiss me as soon as we got to the room? Would we go slow, or would we rip each other’s clothes off in a frenzy? I shivered at the latter image that popped into my head. I wanted to be uninhibited. I didn’t want to think about my responsibilities or the consequences of my actions.

With a ding, the car arrived at our floor and opened. Nick grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. With his free hand, he flashed the room key in front of the door and opened it. With the door shut behind us, he wasted no time pressing me against the cool surface.

He dipped his head, his lips hovering over mine. “Are you sure about this?”

I lifted my mouth to his; every muscle in my body pulled taut with anticipation.

Every part of him that was touching me was rock hard. I licked my lips and nodded.

His gaze tracked the movement before he ever so slowly took my lips with his. I thought that passionate meant hurried, but he proved me wrong. Nick kissed me slow and sweet as if he were sipping the champagne from my lips. He lifted his head slightly to say, “You’re so beautiful.”

Those words had my pussy clenching. “Nick.”

His jaw tightened at the pleading tone of his name. “I’ll give you what you need.”

In my mind, I chanted, yes, yes, yes. A fire built in my core, burning hotter with each press of his fingers into my hips. When was the last time anyone took care of my needs? I’d been a single mom so long I’d forgotten what it was like to feel desired or pursued.

His hands ghosted down my hips before pulling up the skirt of my dress. He kissed me as his hand drifted underneath the silky material caressing the back of my thighs, squeezing my ass before finally touching me where I needed him the most.

“Are you wet, Abby? Have you been thinking of this all day?” He separated my folds, circling my clit.

“You. I was thinking about you.” Doing this and so much more. I should have felt naughty saying those things, but for some reason, I felt safe with him. Like I could say or do anything, and he wouldn’t judge me. I was free to give in to my desires. With that thought, I let go of any expectations and gave myself over to him.

He rewarded me by dipping a finger inside, pumping slowly. I widened my legs, needing more. I tipped my head to the side so he could trail his mouth over the skin of my neck and shoulder. Slowly, he slid the tiny spaghetti strap of my dress down my arm.

“Your skin is so soft.” He did the same on the other side, pushing the dress down my arms and over my hips until I was left in a strapless bra and lace panties.

He pulled back, taking me in, while I stepped out of the dress and kicked it to the side. Feeling brazen, I reached around to unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He took in the sight of my body for several seconds. I should have felt self-conscious. I’d only had sex in the dark since I’d had Hunter, and my body wasn’t perfect. But with him, I felt like a goddess.

Never taking his eyes from mine, he slid to his knees. He looked up at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I was so entranced by his seduction, I forgot about the thin stripes on my stomach, the softness that had been there since before pregnancy. I forgot about everything outside this room but his touch, his appreciation, and the burning desire.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and slid them slowly over my legs and off. I stood before him, naked in heels. The door was cool against my shoulder blades while he knelt, fully clothed, in front of me.

My pussy throbbed with desire; my skin hummed with anticipation. “Nick. I need you.”

He widened my legs with his shoulders, breathing in my scent. “I’m going to savor you.”

I tangled my fingers in his hair, rocking my hips toward his mouth, knowing he could make me feel so good. I’d never experienced an all-consuming need for someone else. This man was going to satisfy every one of my needs and leave me wanting more. He was every fantasy brought to life, and I wanted to be present for every second.

“Please, Nick.”

Instead of responding verbally, he separated my folds and pressed his mouth there. There were no other words for it; he devoured me with his mouth and his tongue. It seemed like he enjoyed this. He kept up the pace until I was weak in the knees.

I pressed hard against the wall, undulating my hips, wanting the release yet not wanting this to end. When I wavered on my heels, he drew one of my legs over his shoulder.

His stiff shirt abraded my skin, creating a delicious contrast between his mouth and clothes. “I’ve got you.”

I felt his words deep in my soul. I wanted him to hold me, to grab on, and keep me forever. I never wanted him to stop touching me. I felt light-headed as the desire swirled in my stomach, burning brighter and hotter with every swipe of his tongue and pump of his fingers.

He hummed as he worked me over with his fingers and his talented tongue. I stopped thinking and rested my head against the wall, letting go. Shamelessly, I rode his mouth, giving in to the sensations—the sharp bite of his teeth, the soft swipe of his tongue.

I wanted—no, I needed him inside me, filling me up. He tightened his grip on my ass, pressing me against the flat of his tongue. The pressure was just right for me to detonate, knowing he’d catch me. I spasmed around his fingers, my muscles trembling as I went over.

He kept his mouth on me, slowly pumping me through the orgasm until I was limp against the door, incapable of moving. He stood, shrugging off the button-down, then he pulled the soft undershirt over his head.

I scanned down his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and defined abs, to the happy trail. I licked my suddenly dry lips. He was better than any fantasy I’d ever had.

With renewed energy, I pushed off the wall, pressing my palms flat against his pecs as I pushed him back to the bed and then down. He fell on the end of the bed, widening his legs as I stepped between him. His eyes flashed with barely repressed desire.

I had some unresolved anxiety around giving head. But anything was possible tonight. If this was a fantasy, reality wouldn’t settle in because we’d never see each other again. He made me feel like I could do anything.

I sank to my knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down far enough to maneuver his cock out of his briefs. It was hard and warm, the skin surprisingly soft under my touch.

Nick smoothed my hair back from my face. “You don’t have to—”

The gesture and his words were surprisingly tender for what this was—a one-night stand with no expectations.

I held his gaze as I licked the beaded precum from his slit. I pulled back to swirl my tongue over the head, then sucked him deep again. I kept a careful eye on his face for any sign of displeasure, but his fingers tightened in my hair as he seemingly held back his desire to thrust into my mouth.

But I wanted him to let go. I wanted him to lose control. I felt powerful at his feet.

“Your mouth feels like heaven.”

My skin hummed with pleasure. Who said things like that? It made me think that this man had the potential to be more, so much more. But I wasn’t interested, and neither was he.

He gripped my shoulders and lifted me onto the bed. I fell back as he shoved his pants and briefs off. He prowled over me. He was big and hard, and I wanted to feel every ridge of muscle against me. I wanted him to press me into the mattress. I wanted to forget my name.

It was a tall order, but I knew he could deliver. His eyes promised satisfaction as he lowered his mouth to mine.

I wanted him inside me. I needed him to fill me up. To make me forget. To give me memories for years to come.

My fingers curled around his neck, pulling him against me as I widened my legs. I was desperate to have him, yet reluctant to rush this. If this was the only time I had with him, I wanted it to last.

He slid his hard cock between my folds, and I gasped at the sensation. The need built inside quicker than before.

“Nick,” I pleaded, knowing he couldn’t resist.

With a groan, he pulled away to grab a condom from his wallet. I should have been concerned about how long it had been in there, if he always kept condoms in his wallet, or if one-night stands were something he did often. But none of that mattered. Because this was a fantasy.

I let my knees fall apart as he lined up at my entrance. His gaze flicked to mine as his cock nudged my opening. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never felt more right about anything.”

He sank inside slowly, inch by inch, as I bit my lip at the sensation of him filling me up. He lowered himself over me, surrounding me with his shoulders and his biceps, kissing me. I barely registered the feel of his hands skimming over my body, tweaking one nipple, then the other. Each touch was a direct line to my clit.

Moans escaped as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. I want more. The sensation that I was going to explode out of my skin at any moment had me gripping his arms for support.

In my ear, he murmured how he couldn’t believe I was his for the night.

I was his. But only for the night. I wouldn’t consider anything else.

Instead, I said, “You feel so good.”

I wanted him to make me forget everything. My responsibilities. My job. My family. Tonight, it was just him and me and pure, unadulterated pleasure.

If I thought sex with a stranger would be awkward, I was wrong. Maybe it was the chemistry between us, but every place he touched me tingled with a fire that wouldn’t be put out.

“I need you to come for me.”

The words washed over me, and finally, I let go. A second later, I was flying in his arms to my second orgasm of the night. It was unprecedented. The pleasure went on and on. Stars burst behind my eyelids. My muscles ached with the release of pent-up tension.

He thrust twice more before settling in deep and groaning out his release. He held me tight to him, not moving. It was as if he didn’t want to let go of me, either.

With a kiss to my lips, he pulled out and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. The overhead fan spun slowly, sending goose bumps over my cooling skin.

I felt bereft with him gone. I probably should have felt regret, but instead, I felt sated. Like I’d indulged in the most decadent piece of chocolate. I couldn’t feel anything but satisfied with my decision.

When Nick returned, we slipped under the sheets, and he drew me to him. With an arm banded around my waist, he kissed my temple and said one word, “Stay.”

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Inevitable by Jenna Hartley

When my dad asked me to intern for his best friend, I knew I should've said no.

I had my own plans for the summer.

Ones that didn't include revisiting my childhood crush.

Sleeping with the boss?

Probably not what my dad had in mind when he asked for my help.

But from the moment I step foot in the office, I can think of little else.

I still want Jonathan.

Am I willing to gamble my relationship with my dad and my heart?

Easy, tiger. These abs are hard as steel. You might hurt yourself.

“It would be nice to be wanted for me, not my job. Especially since I might not have it much longer.”

My heart clenched at his vulnerable admission. I knew he wouldn’t want me to acknowledge his slip, so I leaned over to slap his stomach playfully but lost my balance, falling heavily against his chest. His arm banded around my back. His breath whispered over the strands of my hair, sending shivers down my spine. “Easy, tiger. These abs are hard as steel. You might hurt yourself.”

Laughing at the return of the old teasing Jonah, I placed a palm on his hard chest, pushing myself up. The heat of his body singed my skin. “Oh yeah?”

Was I flirting? Why was my voice so high-pitched? Why did I sound so out of breath? I shifted back to my seat; my skin prickled from the chill of the air now that I wasn’t touching him.

“I can’t do leg work, so I do extra upper body and ab exercises.” His grin was lazy and slow, one I’d seen him use on women at bars before. Even though I knew it was an act he put on to pick up women and not a glimpse into him, it still made me feel warm and tingly all over. I’d known he was handsome and charming, but I’d placed him in the playboy category, never taking him seriously.

“It’s not like you were slacking before.” My voice was slightly breathy, and I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol. Other than my warm cheeks, I didn’t feel out of control. Just slightly buzzed from having Jonah’s focus on me.

There was no mistaking his broad shoulders and bulging biceps. The guys kept themselves in top shape, and it showed.

With one hand on the bottle of beer, the other one slid lower, resting over his stomach. I wanted to squeeze my eyes against the vision of him unzipping his jeans to fist his cock.

There were beads of sweat on my forehead and my neck prickled with awareness. I wanted to ask him if he was warm, but I was sure it was just me. I swallowed some water, hoping it would cool me off.

A slow smile spread over his face, bordering on cocky.

I was falling under Jonah’s spell, and it didn’t feel manufactured, not when I remembered the vulnerability on his face when he talked about his injury and his fears for the future.

This thing between us felt different, heightened because I knew he wouldn’t act this way if he were sober. Reid had warned him away from me. Jonah probably wouldn’t jeopardize his relationship with his teammate and co-captain. Spending time together when it was forbidden felt a little naughty.

“Why are you still here?” Jonah asked.

“I don’t know.” I could have said I was worried about him, but he wouldn’t like that. I could have said I liked spending time with him, but that would be admitting too much. I didn’t want to be another one of those women desperate for his attention.

He shifted his arm from the back of my chair to my shoulders, leaning in close. All I could hear was a roaring in my ears, the blood pumping through my veins. His scent, leather and soap, surrounded me. He was so big everywhere. I felt protected, safe with him.

Any mention of me being off-limits dissipated. I couldn’t remember why being with Jonah was bad when it felt so good. His lips brushed my neck and ear, my skin tingled with awareness. His hand tangled in my hair, tugging so my face turned to his. There was a second I could have said no, but refusing him never entered my mind. When he turned his attention on me rather than football, he was potent. His lips touched mine lightly, pleading for entry. My lips parted. He shifted closer, tightening his arm around me as his tongue moved with more confidence.

Tingles ran down my spine. My skin heated with every pass of his tongue and the tightening of his fingers in my hair. I wanted more. More of Jonah, his heat, his strength. What would it be like to be with him? It would be so much better than the guys I’d wasted my time on in high school and college. He was all man.

Yet I couldn’t help but wonder if I was merely a distraction for him or a way to sabotage his friendship with Reid.

When his fingers tightened in my hair, I couldn’t care less about the whys. I wanted him. I wanted to straddle his thighs and grind on his cock. I wanted to ask if he wanted to get out of here. I hadn’t felt this wild or out of control since my parents died.

With a groan, he pulled back, running a hand through his hair; his expression was filled with regret. “You’re my teammate’s assistant. You’re like his little sister. I can’t go there.”

I cringed at his reference to me as a little sister. I’d never been that. It made me feel small.

The sense of loss was acute. He’d unraveled himself from me so easily. Like what just happened meant nothing. He was used to bar hookups. How could I have fallen into his arms and under his charm so easily?

I couldn’t believe I’d acted so carelessly. Getting involved with a player would jeopardize my job, but, in the moment, I hadn’t cared. I was reckless.

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Suddenly Broken by Claudia Burgoa

I’m music royalty.

Part of Hollywood’s elite.

It’s a perk of being the only daughter of Gabe Colt and Chris Decker.

Except, no one knows my fathers are together.

They kept their marriage private along with their children.

Guarded Deputy by Fabiola Francisco

What should you do when you accidentally call 911 and a deputy shows up at your apartment? Definitely NOT accuse him of being a stripper.

It never fails that I always get into awkward situations like accusing the deputy at my front door of being a stripper and then asking if he’s going to arrest me when he shows up at school the next day…to pick up his nephew.

❤️ He's the perfect one-night stand...

If you've read Worth a Chance you'll recognize Brooke's sister, Abby in Feel My Love. In Worth a Chance, single mom Abby announces she wants to take a chance on someone, but she's not ready for a commitment. A one-night stand with Nick, the best man in Savannah and Ethan's wedding is perfect.

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I moved quietly around the room, snapping pictures, adjusting settings, and observing the bridal party getting ready for Savannah and Ethan’s wedding. My goal was to blend into the background, and I lived for capturing candid moments. This time, the only difference was a groomsman tracking my movements.

I felt the heat of his gaze on the side of my face, my skin tingling with awareness. I refused to look at him, but an awareness prickled my skin. He was the best man, taller than the rest of the party, with broad shoulders and a booming voice that rumbled through my body whenever he spoke.

When another groomsman drew him into conversation, his gaze lifted, and I finally drew in a deep breath. Inwardly, I chided myself. I was here to document Savannah and Ethan’s wedding, not flirt with a groomsman.

Ethan was speaking to Sophie, who’d baked the cake and was my partner in Gia’s wedding planning business. I focused in on what he was saying. He had a gift for Savannah and wanted to see her with her son, Miles, before the ceremony.

I’d worked quite a few weddings, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for a groom to change course and want to see his bride before the wedding, but I wasn’t sure how Savannah would feel. Some brides got upset, claiming it would doom their wedding; others rolled with the change.

Not only was this the first wedding we’d done in partnership with Gia’s Happily Ever Afters wedding planning services, but Savannah and Ethan were our friends.

Sophie promised she’d talk to Savannah when they went to the bridal suite to deliver the bouquets. I needed to be present to document the florist, Lily, and her assistant, handing out the flowers.

The hair on the back of my neck tingled. He was looking at me again. I needed to escape.

I wasn’t sure if he was a friend or if he was related to Savannah or Ethan. I didn’t know if he lived close by or if he’d traveled here just for the wedding. And it shouldn’t matter.

I mindlessly scrolled through the images on my camera to avoid meeting his gaze as I followed Sophie and Lily out of the room. At the very last second, I lifted my gaze to meet the weight of his stare. Blue eyes, sandy brown hair, larger-than-life presence. He winked, and my heart stuttered to a stop before picking up speed.

I ducked my head as I stepped out of the room and away from the interest I’d seen in his eyes.

My words to my sister, Brooke, a few months ago danced in my head. I’d told her the truth—I was ready for something new. I was open to dating again or maybe even a one-night stand. That was all I was willing to indulge in as the single mother of an eight-year-old boy.

Even though I’d carefully planned the pregnancy with my ex-husband, even undergoing fertility treatment, Seth left shortly after I brought our son, Hunter, home from the hospital. Seth said he wasn’t ready to be a father and wasn’t sure he ever would be. I was aware of his complicated relationship with his father but hadn’t realized it would affect ours so profoundly.

Being a single mother was hard, and I’d probably always bear scars from my ex leaving me, but I was antsy for something different. I was finally ready to take care of my needs. I’d probably never want to get into a serious relationship again, but what harm was there in a little fun?

I had no idea if this groomsman was up for that, but his pursual suggested he was. Entering the bridal suite, I vowed to flirt with him at some point tonight, to let whatever would happen—happen.

I deserved one night where I could let go, and Hunter was conveniently spending the night with my parents. Was I going to let this opportunity pass by, or would I grab on to it with both hands?

My hands shook a little as I steadied the camera on the flowers. I refocused on my job, snapping pictures of the bridal party, Savannah’s mother, and finally, the meeting between Ethan, Savannah, and her son, Miles.

Sophie and Lily ushered everyone out of the room before Ethan and Miles entered. With Savannah’s permission, I stayed, being quiet and as unobtrusive as possible.

Gia was still at the reception hall, ensuring everything was ready to go there, but Sophie stood just outside the room, ready to step in if she was needed.

I held my hands steady, snapping Savannah’s tear-filled eyes and their family hug. Once I was satisfied I’d memorialized the moment, I slipped out.

The bride and groom said they wanted everything documented, but there were times when it was unnecessary. I used my judgment to slip in and out to give them privacy. Memories weren’t all wrapped up in photographs; sometimes they were wrapped up in a feeling or one of our senses.

I pushed out any thoughts of my wedding, how I’d hoped for a large family and a partner for life. It wasn’t in the cards for me, but I couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement of the bride and groom.

I had responsibilities, my son, and my business. The only extracurriculars I’d be involved in were of the short, one-night stand variety. Remembering the man’s wink from earlier, my body heated with anticipation.

We had a few minutes until the bridal party needed to line up. I moved farther down the empty hall to scroll through my images and see if I’d caught the moment when Ethan said he wanted to be Miles’s father.

Tears pricked my eyes at the love in Savannah’s eyes. Miles’s biological father died before he was born. Hunter’s dad was still in his life but more in the periphery than anything else. I felt a pang that there wouldn’t be a man who could come in and be the father figure for Hunter and adopt him. Hunter had a father, just not the one he deserved.

I startled when the bathroom door across from me opened.

A man stepped out. My gaze traveled up slowly from his polished shoes to his nicely muscled thighs that were threatening to burst through his pants, then to his trim waist, broad shoulders, and familiar blue eyes. It was him. The guy who’d been watching me.

He glanced down the hall and then smiled at me. “You’re alone.”

My cheeks heated at his obvious pleasure. “Looks like it.”

He stepped closer, and I let the hand that held the camera fall to my side. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone all day.”

“You have?” My voice came out like a squeak.

This wasn’t the meeting I’d imagined while I mindlessly scrolled through my camera. I’d envisioned him kissing me passionately. There’d be no words, only frantic ripping off of clothes.

His lips twitched. “I’ve been watching you.”

“I know.” If I were more practiced in flirting, I would have asked if he liked what he saw, but I wasn’t. I was rusty with the witty back and forth and the sexy innuendos. I was in over my head and questioning what I was doing in a hallway alone with a man this potent.

“You’re gorgeous.” His tone was filled with awe as his gaze slowly slid down my body, heating every inch of my skin at his perusal.

On Savannah’s wedding day, it was beyond satisfying to know that I’d attracted someone’s attention. I was dressed to blend in and not stand out, but he’d noticed anyway.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Thank you.”

“Will I see you later?” His gaze returned to mine, the heat I’d seen banked there flaring to life, warming me from the inside out.

I shrugged, the casual motion belying my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m working.”

He tipped his head to the side as if my reaction amused him. “Do you get some time off? Maybe at the reception?”

I nodded, unable to speak without my voice breaking. I usually took my break after the cake was cut. That was the unofficial time for everyone to let loose.

He touched his hand to my cheek, and all I could do was blink up at him when he said, “I’ll look for you.”

He winked again and walked away with a swagger I couldn’t tear my eyes from.

I should have said no. I should have told him I was a single mother, and he didn’t want to get involved with me. But I wasn’t looking for anything serious.

“Wait.” My voice was breathless. I rested a hand over my stomach to settle the butterflies.

He paused and arched a single brow over his shoulder.

“I don’t know your name.” Maybe it was better without one. It was easier to fuck a nameless guy and then never see him again. I’d pretend he was a fantasy.

Finally, he said, “Nick.”

He didn’t move, and I assumed he was waiting for me to reciprocate, so I said, “Abby.”

He smiled wide, seemingly satisfied at my reaction to him. “I’ll look for you later, Abby.”

This time when he walked away, I didn’t feel regret, only anticipation. And I loved the sound of my name on his lips. It was sinful, a promise of something delicious to come, and I was here for it.

He moved out of sight, and I sagged against the wall. When he focused on me, it was intense, like I was the only woman in the world. That feeling was addictive.

I’d indulge in Nick tonight, forget that I was a single mom with responsibilities, and enjoy an evening of freedom.

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True Blue by Amy Knupp

She was jilted on her wedding day. He’s the best friend waiting in the wings.Lexie Gallagher is starting to think she’s better off alone. Her family fell apart years ago. Her relationships all end in disaster. Is she the common denominator who causes everyone to leave? Everyone but her best friend, Gabe, who whisks her away from the scene of the latest breakup.

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Remember the rules for the wedding planners of Happily Ever Afters?Number 1: Don't sleep with the best manNumber 2: Don't sleep with the grumpy mechanicBook 2, The Way You Are, a grumpy sunshine romance, just came back from the editor who LOVED it. I just had to share an excerpt:"We’re here to build a sustainable business, one that will support our families and us for years to come.”Everyone nodded, clearly on the same page.Gia held up her finger. “That’s why we came up with some rules.”My stomach sank as I remembered the meeting when we’d written down rules for the business. I’d even drunkenly suggested the first rule: Don’t sleep with the best man. At the time, it had seemed silly, and I hadn’t really given it much thought. Until we’d found out our photographer, Abby, had, in fact, slept with the best man, Nick, after our friends’, Savannah and Ethan’s, wedding. It happened before the rules were written, but then, no one thought Gia was serious about enforcing them.I glanced at Abby, whose brow was raised, her cheeks flushed.“It’s not a good look if the wedding planners and vendors are hooking up with the wedding party or guests.”I was sure Abby had been forgiven because she was in a committed relationship with Nick, and somehow, their initial hook-up hadn’t been discovered by any of the gossips in town.Even if the rules were ridiculous, they didn’t affect me. I had very little interaction with the wedding party or the guests. As the florist, my work was completed in the solitude of my shop. Then I transported the arrangements to the wedding venue, finishing before the ceremony and reception began. I only spoke to the bride, groom, and, sometimes, the mother or father of the bride. There was no temptation for me.Unless my van broke down and I called Jake for a tow.My entire body heated, and my heart beat faster as Jake’s image popped into my head. He was exactly the kind of guy I went for. Hard edges, toned muscles, and a growly voice.Read the first chapter in Feel my Love now!

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We're going back to Telluride!!!

The truth is, I never wanted to leave. I love this series and I don't like to leave anything unfinished, so this has been bugging me.

The story behind the Mountain Haven Series is that the first two books, Infamous Love and Adventurous Love were originally published through someone else, not me. Impulsive Love had already been written, so I released it myself. After its release, I waited to continue the rest of the series until I'd gotten the rights and control back for the first two books. That happened this fall, and I'm excited to announce I'm currently writing book 4, Tempting Love, a single dad nanny small town romance!

This story has been in my head for a year, and the words are coming faster than I can get them down. I'm obsessed with single dad stories, and this one has a nanny, which is one of my favorite tropes. Even more exciting is that the heroine, Alice is the villain from book 1, Infamous Love. I love a bad girl redemption story, and boy, will you love Alice as much as I do by the end.

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Strictly Pleasure by Carrie Elks

Never tell a lie. Especially not to a cocky CEO who knows exactly how to seduce you. They always come back to bite.I should have remembered that before I spent the night with Liam Salinger.In my defense, he’s stupidly attractive and knows it. He also willingly admitted to me that he never sleeps with the same woman twice.So I shouldn’t feel too bad about lying to him the next morning. We can forget about each other and get on with our lives, right?Wrong.We’ve both been chosen as godparents to my best friend’s gorgeous newborn. Which means we’ll be spending a lot of time together, much to our mutual disgust.And yes, he looks great cradling a tiny baby against his expensively attired chest. Plus he’s funny, irreverent, and weirdly protective toward me.But I’m not going to fall for his charm. Not a second time.I just have to keep telling myself that.

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After trying so hard to get pregnant and going through IVF treatments, Abby never expected that her husband would walk away the second they brought their miracle baby home. He couldn't handle having a child, so she's been a single mom ever since. Being on her own is fine with Abby because her trust in men was blown.

Then she runs into her one-night stand. Nick moved to town to take care of his nephew...swoon. A man who steps up to the plate, and takes care of a child—he's all in with his nephew and her. How can she resist him?

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“I heard some rumors around town about Nick.”

My stomach sunk. “What did you hear?”

Brooke leaned close and lowered her voice, “They’re saying Brody isn’t his son.”

“What?” I racked my brain for any clue I’d missed. “I guess he never said. I just assumed.”

“Apparently, Brody’s his nephew.”

“Where are his parents?”

“No one knows anything about the mom, just that she’s out of the picture. His dad’s in jail. He’s the one responsible for the burglaries around town.”

I leaned forward. “I can’t even process what you’re saying. You’re saying that Nick’s brother is in jail?”

Brooke nodded, looking miserable. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you. But I thought you should know if Hunter’s going to be spending a lot of time with him.”

“Is that why Ben wants to come to his first practice?”

“Ben’s worried for you, but he would go regardless.”

I couldn’t even feel good about that statement because I was in shock over what she’d said about Brody’s dad. “So he moved here to take care of Brody.”

He was a good guy. He probably wasn’t anything like his brother.

“That’s my understanding. But everyone thinks his dad will go away for a while.”

“So, Nick’s going to raise his nephew?” I asked, thinking out loud.

“Ethan said he’s always stepped in, and he loves him. He ensures he has whatever he needs. Clothes. Sports gear. Money for field trips.”

I leaned my head back. “So, he’s nothing like his brother.”

“Not from what Ethan said. But he’s worried the rest of the community won’t feel the same.”

“I wonder if the other parents know.” When we introduced ourselves, we mentioned where we lived, and not everyone was local.

“I don’t know.”

“Should I be worried?” Nick didn’t seem like a criminal. From what he’d said, he worked in the accounting field, and he seemed smart and reliable.

“Just keep an eye on the situation.”

I’d slept with him knowing nothing about his history, but I hadn’t felt unsafe when I was with him. I’d felt the opposite. Protected. Cared for even.

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Small Town Wild Hearts - Fleeting Chance by Lea Coll

When I’m caught in a storm, my childhood friend and crush, Easton rescues me. Now we’re stuck in his house for the night. He’s grown into a scorching hot man who can fill out a suit. I can’t resist his scruff-lined jaw, bulging biceps, and the competitive way he plays cards in front of the fire.

Time hasn’t lessened my attraction to him. It’s only intensified. I’m tempted to give into the impulse to enjoy one night together. Unfortunately, my heart wants more. Should I reveal to him my life-long crush, or will I lose my chance forever?

All of Me by Heatherly Bell

A midwife returns to her small hometown with a secret.From a bestselling author, a feel-good, sweet romantic comedy involving a midwife with a secret, a hot doctor, and a reunion a long time coming. No shortage of small-town shenanigans, including a matchmaking aunt, and a town far too involved in the outcome of this second-chance, first love romance.

Rule No 1: Don't sleep with the best man...

Remember Rule Number 1?

Don't sleep with the best man.

When Nick asks Abby to stay the night in Feel My Love, she slips out without leaving a note. It's probably okay if she thinks she'll never see him again, right? I mean he doesn't even live in her town.

But that doesn't happen. Abby shows up at her son's travel baseball tryouts and the coach is her one-night stand, Nick. If her son makes the team, she's going to have to see him at every practice. (Scroll down for the excerpt).

My inspiration for Nick is my son's travel baseball coach. My son didn't make the first team he tried out for and was devastated. I gave him the speech, you know the one, even Michael Jordan didn't make his high school varsity team at first. I felt so bad for him because he just wanted to play baseball year round and get better. If he didn't make a travel team he could only play spring ball.

I researched other options, and found another team. The tryouts were the next day. My son was on board. He didn't give up, made the team, and I'm so proud of him. The best part? The coach is amazing. He's loves baseball, wants the kids to have fun, and tells them to watch baseball movies as homework.

When one of the parents asked if it was okay if the boys cry during baseball, referencing the movie, A League of Their Own, the coach said let me tell you a story. Then he proceeded to tell us how he cried when his daughter pitched for the high school boy's baseball team. He had tears in his eyes when he relayed the moment. Swoon.

So, he's my inspiration for Nick. And the best part, you can read about him now if you buy the book from my shop. PS, if you know who my son's baseball coach is, please don't tell him I wrote a book about him.

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"We’re not too late, are we?” a woman with dark hair pulled back into a slick ponytail asked Ethan.

My breath caught in my chest. She looked like the photographer I’d slept with at his wedding—Abby.

“We’re just getting started. Your son’s Hunter Langley?” Ethan asked, grabbing his clipboard.

“That’s right.”

Before Ethan could respond, I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest. “Abby?”

Her eyes widened as her gaze flitted to my face. “Nick? What are you doing here?”

“I’m the coach.” I wasn’t sure how to process that moment because I was the guy in charge. The one who was supposed to evaluate the kids today. I didn’t have time to ask her questions about why she left the hotel room that night without a note, a kiss, or even an explanation. Besides, I was very aware that Ethan was watching our interaction.

Her forehead wrinkled. “My son is trying out for the team.”

She took a step back like she wanted to bolt.

“You’re in the right place,” Ethan said reassuringly.

I needed to stop thinking about our night together. “What was his name?” I took Ethan’s clipboard and the pencil, eager to have something else to focus on.

She licked her lips. “Hunter Langley.”

Had she told me about having a son that night? I thought I’d have remembered that detail. I hadn’t had that much to drink, and I’d racked my brain for any personal detail I could use to find her without alerting Ethan.

My stomach rolled. Was she married? I never caught her last name, so I wasn’t sure if it was the same as Hunter’s. I wouldn’t let my gaze drift to the ring finger on her left hand.

Instead, I focused on the boy standing next to Abby, Hunter. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. So different from his mother’s dark locks.

I forced myself to switch to my role as baseball coach. “Hi, Hunter. How long have you played?”

His gaze lifted to his mother’s. “Three seasons?”

“That’s right,” Abby said encouragingly.

It wasn’t a long time, but I’d see what he could do. Some kids had played since kindergarten. Three seasons meant he hadn’t started until spring of first grade. Some kids got better with each season; others had a natural talent. I wondered which one he’d be.

“Grab your glove and a ball, and warm up with the other kids.” I gestured toward the outfield where the others were already warming up.

Hunter nodded and took off for the dugout with his bag. He seemed eager to get started.

“I’ll help them warm up,” Ethan said, following him.

“How long are tryouts?” Abby asked tentatively.

“Two hours. Maybe less, depending on how it goes.” Thirty-four kids had checked in. We only needed twelve, maybe thirteen, to make a team. I needed a couple of pitchers, another catcher, and a couple of good fielders and hitters.

Hunter jogged over to the two lines of kids lobbing balls back and forth. He spoke to a group of three, the one kid separating from his group to pass to Hunter.

“Is it okay if the parents stay and watch?” Abby asked.

“Of course,” I said, tipping my head toward the other parents. A couple leaned on the fence to watch the progress, and others sat on the bleachers talking to each other. It was clear some of them already knew each other. It was likely a few had played together before.

The key was figuring out which ones had potential and were motivated to learn.

Instead of walking away, Abby moved closer. “I hope what happened between us doesn’t affect your decision today.”

My brow raised, and I lowered my voice. “Are you asking if our one night together would influence my decision about your son’s ability to play baseball?”

Her cheeks turned pink. “He’s obsessed with baseball. I don’t want to mess this up for him.”

“It won’t affect my decision.” I kept my tone even. I didn’t like that she thought I’d be influenced by what happened. At the same time, we didn’t know each other. That night was purely physical. I hadn’t known she’d had a son, and I was fairly positive I hadn’t told her about my nephew because he wasn’t living with me at the time.

I shouldn’t want a repeat of that night, even if it was the only thing I’d thought about for months. She was the mother of one of my potential players, and this was my home now. Besides she’d made her intentions clear—it was only one night.

Her gaze slid away; her expression uncertain. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m picking the players solely on ability. I don’t know anyone.” Except for you. And I didn’t really know her at all.

I knew how soft her skin was, what her shampoo smelled like, and what it was like to slide inside her. How warm and tight she was. The sounds she made when she came. But I shouldn’t be thinking about any of that while I was in the middle of tryouts.

“I should get back to it,” I said, gruffer than I intended.

I was hyperaware that other parents were watching us, and the last thing I wanted was any murmurings that I was playing favorites with someone’s kid. Tryouts for travel sports could be fierce. I didn’t intend to make it that way, but who knew how the other parents would react if they found out we’d slept together.