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April 25, 2018
Mid Week Tease: “It’s not you I’m worried about, Anneke. It’s me.” #ComingInHot2 #CIH2 #CIHcollection
Hi everyone,
Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m continuing to share from my story, A Werewolf State of Mind, which features in the just-released Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Me boxed set. The set is now available exclusively on Amazon, and you can read it for free as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.
“Then thoughts started crowding into my head about what I would do when I caught him. I wanted to sink my teeth into his neck, and rip him to shreds, splash his blood everywhere.” He stopped then, and rubbed the fingertips of his right hand over the center of his forehead, then pressed them so hard into the skin that when he removed them the area remained white for a couple of seconds. “God, this is so messed up. Saying it out loud only makes it sound more bizarre.”
Leaning forward in her chair, Anneke said, “Caleb, it’s all right, honestly. I know this is difficult for you, but I can only help if you tell me everything, no matter how bizarre you think it sounds.” The truth, of course, was that she already knew how to help him, but she couldn’t do it yet. He had to believe, and hopefully her encouraging him to describe his experiences verbally would allow them to sink into his consciousness. Sometimes all it took was a different way of presenting things in order for it to make sense to someone. It was certainly worth a try, anyway.
His gaze fixed on the carpet, he nodded. “I know. It’s just… it was bad enough inside my head, but saying it out loud seems to have made it a hundred times worse. You couldn’t make this stuff up.”
She gave a gentle smile, even though he was still looking at the floor. Hopefully it would shine through in her voice. “I can handle it, Caleb, don’t worry.”
With what looked like a gargantuan amount of effort, he tore his gaze from the carpet and met her eyes. His lips twisted into a wry smile. “It’s not you I’m worried about, Anneke. It’s me.”
Her heart skipped a beat as they maintained eye contact, and she hurriedly shifted her hands to the arms of her chair and squeezed tightly to redirect her energy and focus.
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April 24, 2018
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April 23, 2018
Spotlight on Keep You Safe by C.R. Moss (@CRMoss @romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty
Down and Dirty
Coming May 22!!
Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing
Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs
*****
BLURB:
Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty at work or at play.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settarra, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
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Keep You Safe by CR Moss
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I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Kian Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected.
Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that’d brought us together could also tear us apart…and possibly claim my life.
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Kian sat back and rubbed his chin. “He’s still bothering you?”
Nodding, I continued to breathe deep to allay my anxiety. “Kind of.”
“He sounds like a jerk. If you were mine, I’d treat you like a queen. I’d do anything I could to keep you safe and free from harm.”
“If I were yours?” God, how I wanted to believe that a man would do that. Be a true gentleman, someone who would treat me right, someone I could trust not turn into a pig. Even if Kian spoke the truth, there were other factors to consider. “You do remember there’s an age gap between us, right? That I’m older than you?”
He lifted a shoulder again. “So? We’re both adults. ‘Consenting’ adults. I hated that my family moved, and I couldn’t see you anymore. That I only had you in my fantasies.”
“Wait. What?” This time I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face. “You fantasized about me?”
“All the time.” He chuckled, and pink tinged his cheeks. “I thought you were the prettiest woman I’d ever seen, and I was a hormonal teen. I wasn’t joking before when I said you’re beautiful.”
Compliments. Wants. Desires. The claims coming from him made my breath catch on such an intense wave of yearning it almost hurt.
‘Oh, Lord, what kind of spell is this man weaving over me?’
“I appreciate the sentiment, but like I’d said, you could have your pick. Why would you want an older lady with ten to twenty extra pounds on her frame?” Under my breath, I couldn’t stop myself from adding, “Chad used to say no man wanted a chubby-wubby.”
Kian pursed his lips. “We’ve already established that Chad’s a tool. Me? I think you’re perfect the way you are. You don’t need to lose a pound.” He smiled. His gaze softened. “God, I really want to kiss you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Before I knew it, he leaned across the table, gently palmed my cheek and placed his lips on mine. Hungry desire flooded me. I couldn’t deny my body’s response or the fact that I was seriously attracted to Kian. I wanted the kiss to deepen, but luckily, I had enough wits about me to not go crazy with the public display of affection.
Then, as quick as it started, it ended. He sat back, taking any decisions I might have had to make out of my hands.
“Thank you,” he said. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”
More heat blossomed in my face. I couldn’t believe how much I’d been blushing. His attentions and presence made me feel like a silly, teenager in the throes of my first crush.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Hi everyone, my name is Casey, and I write under the names C.R. Moss for erotic and mainstream romance and Casey Moss for mainstream dark fiction (horror, suspense, urban fantasy) and sometimes the stories have an erotic flare to them. My professional bio for C.R.: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. The bio for my other persona: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…
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April 21, 2018
Spotlight on Heat Sink by Cecile Tellier (@CeecTellier @romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty
Down and Dirty
Coming May 22!!
Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing
Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs
*****
BLURB:
Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty at work or at play.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settarra, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
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Heat Sink by Cecile Tellier
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Christian Harrington went to work every day as a steamfitter at the local nuclear energy plant with some expectation of danger. When Christian meets fiery bartender Roxy McVee he quickly realizes he may have met his match. Unfortunately, Christian is not the only person with their sights set on Roxy.
Roxy McVee had wanted a fresh start. Slinging drinks and telling jokes at the local bar in Upstate NY seemed like a great way to go. Her decision is rewarded when serious but sexy as hell Christian Harrington walked into the bar with his friends after work. Roxy’s immediate reaction to him leads her to become comfortable around him. Unfortunately, the reason for Roxy’s move proves that the saying that the things one resist, persist is true. Roxy and Christian must navigate a potentially deadly landmine in the form of one very dangerous visitor from her past.
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“I actually love most food, and I’m not a vegetarian. Do you cook for ladies often? Never mind. You don’t have to answer that. I don’t even know why I asked.” Shaking her head, Roxy could feel her face flush. Why did she asked such a personal question?
“I don’t mind answering. You’re the first non-relative female I’ve cooked for, or invited over for that matter. I work a lot. It doesn’t leave me a lot of time to host get-togethers with the fairer sex.” His wry expression caused goosebumps to rise over her arms.
“Well, I’m glad I happened to meet you at the right time, then.” Roxy was unused to the butterflies floating around in her stomach at his response.
“What about you? I know what Manny said, but I’m assuming you’ve got a pretty steady stream of date offers.” Christian plate before putting a bite in his mouth.
“I do, but you’re actually the first I’ve accepted in a few years.” She followed suit by eating some of her lasagna.
“Why did you accept mine?” His voice was soft, and he was no longer eating but watching her closely.
“I…it’s hard to explain. You felt right. I don’t mean in the literal sense. You just weren’t someone I wanted to say no to.” She took another bite out of nervousness, but closed her eyes at the taste of melted ricotta and paremsian cheese blending with the perfectly cooked lasagna noodles and a red sauce she would bet was home made.
“This is amazing by the way.” Changing the subject seemed like the best choice at the time. Roxy wasn’t comfortable with spilling her guts on the first date, even if she meant everything she’d said.
“Thank you, I watched a video on how to make my own sauce. The rest is pretty easy.” He shrugged but took another bite.
They ate the rest of their meal, talking about their respective work.
“Do you get a lot of Homer Simpson jokes when you tell people you work at nuclear reactors?” Roxy helped him load the dishwasher and accepted the cold beer he offered.
“No, mainly because I don’t actually work in the operation of it. I’m there to make sure their systems that create and carry the steam power through the reactor stay safe and functional. Most of the time, I’m in there is for planned maintenance or during shutdowns for renovations.”
“Well, that makes sense then. Do you like donuts, though?” Roxy couldn’t resist.
Christian laughed and nodded. “I do, in fact like donuts, but I don’t eat them much. Want to see something great?”
Before Roxy could agree, he was leading her upstairs to an open loft area that led to one of the wraparound deck doors. Once outside, they were treated to a full view of the moon and stars in the night sky.
“Wow, that’s beautiful. Do you spend a lot of time out here?” Roxy leaned against the railing and inhaled the smell of lilacs growing around the property.
Christian put his hands on either side of her on the deck and spoke from behind her. “I do, it’s where I recalibrate myself.”
“Oh, talk steamfitter to me.” Roxy shivered but pressed back so that her back was flush against his chest and pressed against him rather than just caged by his arms.
“Hmm, fire caulk…” Christian’s arms wrapped around her and she felt his chin rested on the top of her head.
Roxy erupted into giggles and hugged his arms to her. “You’re the whole package aren’t you Christian?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Christian nuzzled her ear, the tingles moving from the affected part down her body to less directly involved places.
“You work hard, you’re talented, you’re smart, and you have a sense of humor. What’s your downside?” She pushed into his wayward mouth and bit her lip.
Christian nibbled on her earlobe and murmured, “Most likely that I’m slow to decide things but when I do want something I’m pretty laser focused.”
The vibration of his voice against her skin pulled an involuntary moan from her lips. “I would say that’s a bonus in most things.”
“You’d have to let me know, since I’m focused on you.” Roxy shivered hard at the words and arched back against him.
“I’d say from where I’m standing, it’s pretty fuckin awesome.”
*****
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Cecile Tellier enjoys writing romance of many genres. She lives with her two children and is married to her very own steamfitter in Upstate NY.
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April 19, 2018
Spotlight on Sex Mechanic by Bella Settarra (@bellasettarra @romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty
Down and Dirty
Coming May 22!!
Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing
Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs
*****
BLURB:
Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty at work or at play.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settarra, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
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Sex Mechanic By Bella Settarra
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Known locally as the ‘Sex Mechanic’ with a ‘love’em and leave ’em’ approach to women, Ben Steadman is astonished to suddenly develop feelings for a new girl in town. She has a flat tire that he is happy to help with. Unfortunately she also has a couple of kids in tow, making her strictly off-limits– especially when he hears their daddy’s in the military.
Iona Walker is filling in at her uncle’s firm, although admin doesn’t exactly excite her. She is smitten with the handsome mechanic who helps her out, although she senses mixed signals.
After his boss’ heart attack, Ben realizes that his job isn’t as safe as he’d hoped as he struggles to keep the company afloat. Iona is delighted to offer her help with the business, especially as it means them working together.
However, a concoction of misunderstandings and interference seems destined to keep the two apart…
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EXCERPT:
Ben drove the Jeep to the bar just a couple of blocks away. It was the last place he wanted to be, and she was the last person he wanted to be with, though he couldn’t convince his cock of that. The damn thing had been fidgeting about in his pants ever since she’d shown up. His brain, on the other hand, was admonishing him for going ahead with the stupid idea, but it was too late now.
He was glad it wasn’t too busy inside; it was still early. While Connie went to the bathroom, he ordered a couple of drinks and chose a table near the door. He wasn’t planning to stay long. At least the air con works in here, he thought to himself.
“You remembered my favourite drink.” She appeared, fresh-faced and beaming, a few minutes later.
“The bartender did,” he lied.
She looked a little disappointed, but sat down and took hold of her glass.
“I haven’t got long. I need to take a shower,” he reminded her bluntly.
She nodded. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dragged you out like this.”
“Why did you?” He knew he didn’t sound very sympathetic, but she was quite right. She shouldn’t have.
“I needed to talk to you.” She looked sad again, and he dreaded a repeat of those damn tears. Despite all the sobbing she’d done just now, there wasn’t a tear-stain on her face and her eyes were as beautiful as ever—not in the least puffy or red.
“You got boyfriend trouble?”
She gaped at him and then smiled. “You know me so well.”
He snorted. It didn’t take a genius.
“I shouldn’t have left you for him,” she said, that bottom lip quivering.
“You didn’t,” he reminded her. “I caught you both together and finished with you if you recall.” He gave her a stern look. How stupid does she think I am?
She huffed. “Well, whatever. It was a mistake, okay? It shouldn’t have happened. I was drunk.”
“For the whole three weeks you were seeing him behind my back?” He leaned backward in his chair, staring at her. Either she had a very short memory or she figured he did. She’d bragged about the fact she’d been seeing the fucker right under his nose, calling him all kinds of stupid. He wasn’t about to forget that.
She turned red and started to drum her perfectly manicured nails on the table with one hand while she clutched her glass with the other. “You know how I am,” she said after a while.
“I sure do.”
She sat up straight and frowned. “Why are you being so mean?”
He sighed and took another swig of his beer. It wasn’t as cold as he’d have liked, but he guessed that was more to do with the heat of his hand. His whole body felt like it was burning up—firstly because he’d been trying to keep his erection under control, and now because she was really winding him up.
She stopped rapping her nails and started twirling her hair instead.
“I’m guessing you’ve had a row with him, then?” His voice sounded as weary as he felt.
“Not exactly.” She pouted.
He stared at her expectantly. No way was he about to drag the information from her. He wasn’t even interested.
She must have got the message because she went on after a few minutes. “I’ve left him,” she said. “He was cheating on me.” The sniffling started again.
“What goes around comes around,” he told her, determined not to be taken in this time. He took another swig of his drink.
“I thought you’d understand,” she said sulkily, sniffing hard.
“Oh I understand, all right,” he said with a snicker. “You’ve realized the guy’s not as perfect as you’d like so you’ve dumped him. Well, I hate to tell you, darlin’, but I ain’t perfect either.” He drank the last mouthful of beer as he stood up to go.
“I wouldn’t say that.” Her eyes were wide as she grabbed his arm.
“Yeah you would.” He shook his head incredulously. “In fact, you said a lot more than that when I caught you making out.”
“I didn’t mean it,” she insisted.
He pulled his arm from her grip. “Yes, you did.” He nodded. “And I meant what I said, too. It’s over. You don’t get to crap on me twice.” He turned and left the bar, gasping as the warm air hit him as soon as he stepped outside.
He strolled back to the garage and fetched his truck, berating himself every step of the way. Why am I such a dumbass?
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April 18, 2018
Mid Week Tease: A flush of color stained his cheeks. #ComingInHot2 #CIH2 #CIHcollection
Hi everyone,
Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m continuing to share from my story, A Werewolf State of Mind, which features in the just-released Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Me boxed set. It will now only be 99c for a short while longer, so if you want to bag a bargain, I’d recommend buying now.
“All right,” she said quietly, fighting to keep her tone and expression neutral, “that’s very good, well done. So that was the first… unusual thing that happened, yes? Can you describe what’s happened since?”
Caleb blew out a heavy breath and nodded. “Yes, of course. Just…” He pointed to his glass of water, then picked it up and downed half of it in a couple of gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing wildly. “That’s better. Yeah, so that was weird, but although I remembered it all the following morning, I didn’t think too much of it. I mean, loads of people have weird dreams, don’t they? It was when it happened again that I started to get concerned about it.”
“The following night?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, a few weeks later… maybe three or four? I’d almost forgotten about it. The first part was the same—no drinking, went to bed, woke up with heart racing and bathed in sweat. But the dream itself was even weirder. I didn’t think it was possible to be weirder, but it was. I was naked again, chasing a guy again—I don’t know if it was the same one—but everything was much more vivid. I couldn’t just see and hear what was happening; it was like I was truly there. I could feel the leaves crunching under my feet and the soil giving way beneath my weight, the occasional rock digging into my sole, smell the plants and the man’s sweat, taste the saliva pooling in my mouth. I think the salivating was the most bizarre part of all, really—why the hell was I drooling over chasing a bloke? I’m straight.
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April 17, 2018
Out Today! Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Me! #ComingInHot2 #CIH2 #CIHcollection
Hi everyone,
I’m delighted to announce that Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Me, releases today! If you pre-ordered (thank you!) it should be hitting your eReaders by now, and if not, I’d definitely recommend you grab your copy soon to make sure you get it at the 99c offer price.
Here’s what it’s all about:
Featuring *brand new & exclusive* books from USA Today bestselling and award winning authors, we’re Coming In Hot, again!
More of the sizzling medical romance stories you love: doctors, nurses, firemen, shifters, werewolves, witches, and paramedics turn up the heat in this paranormal and contemporary medical romance collection.
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My story in the collection is called A Werewolf State of Mind, and here’s a little bit about that:
Anneke’s typical day at the office is thrown into disarray when she finds her next patient is an unwitting werewolf. And it doesn’t end there.
From the moment Caleb Kitt walks into Doctor Anneke Lund’s office for his psychiatry session, she knows his problem isn’t mental. He’s been experiencing night terrors, having violent and bloodthirsty dreams, and waking up naked in strange places. But he’s not losing his mind, as he suspects. He’s actually a werewolf—he just doesn’t know it yet.
Anneke isn’t just a psychiatrist—she’s also an empath, meaning she can read minds, and influence thoughts and behavior. She rarely uses her powers, but recognizes she may have no other choice as Caleb must be convinced of his supernatural status before the next full moon arrives. When it does, though, she finds herself going way beyond her duty of care to ensure Caleb doesn’t hurt or kill anyone when he transforms. But at what cost?
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Lucy x
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April 16, 2018
Her Husband’s Army Buddy (McLeod Security #1) by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8)
Thanks so much for hosting my new release today. Her Husband’s Army Buddy is out now, and the first in a new series called McLeod Security.
Like so many of my stories, this one started as a flash on my blog. Little did I know then, that it would evolve into a series. When I expanded the flash, it was to be a short story in honor of one of my reader’s birthdays. The Sandy in the story 
April 14, 2018
Spotlight on Beer Goggles by Ava Campbell (@AvaCampbellBook @romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty
Down and Dirty
Coming May 22!!
Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing
Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs
*****
BLURB:
Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty at work or at play.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settarra, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
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Beer Goggles By Ava Campbell
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Connor Callahan did his best work when it came to beer and babes. As long as live was full of laughs, he was good. It wasn’t until some hot shot journalist started asking questions that his past that he’d tried so hard to forget came back to haunt him.
Allison Drake, top notch reporter was bumped down to do a fun and leisure piece about a bar and new up and coming brew master. She was going to do everything in her power to hurry things along and go back to the big city where she belonged.
However, a car accident, and a few beers later, things change between them. Things aren’t always as black and white as they were before. Can the two of them face the truth about themselves, and be open to the future, or will they both live life with their beer goggles on?
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EXCERPT:
Allison had one job to do, and it seemed she had gotten everything she needed for the story, and then some. Taking the drink Conner gave her, she sipped it, enjoying the taste and the coolness calming her throat after talking so long. It seemed that he and the bar had a very large following. It was an easy piece to write, in fact, she could have it done by tonight and sent off. That was if she wanted to leave right away. Something called to her in this little town, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city she had grown up in. Connor wasn’t a bad way to spend the night either. It had been a while since she had been with anyone, even though she was with Doyle not that long ago. The sexual draw just wasn’t there, but Connor, now she could almost see herself getting tangled up in the sheets with him and not coming up for air for a long time. Too bad he was just a playboy type and not one to stay long term. Maybe that was just what she needed. Some way to let off all the stress and drama that came with her job.
Her phone buzzed indicating she had a text. Pulling it out, she felt her once happy mood crumble as the message was from Doyle asking when she was coming back and to have drinks when she returned, again. Damn it, couldn’t she just get a break for at least a weekend?
“Boyfriend bugging you about being away from home?” He asked, bumping her shoulder playfully as he sat next to her on an empty bar stool.
“No, I mean, shit I don’t know. He’s not my boyfriend, well he was, I guess it’s complicated. Anyway, so yea.” She let her statement float away while taking a large drink of her beer, begging the liquor to do its job and dull her senses, even for a night.
“Well, if it means anything, he’s an idiot. And you should totally send him a barfing emoji.” Turning to look at him, she laughed. What was he? She hadn’t used emojis in forever, not that she really had anyone to send them to.” He swiped her phone out of her hand, calling a number, his and then hung up. Watching what he was doing, she waited while he fiddled with his screen. Her phone buzzed, and a silly face popped up next to a beer. Oh my god, that was too funny.
“See they can be funny and totally fit the situation. Now you send me one. I promise I won’t judge.” Wanting to play his little game, she hit the icon on her phone and scrolled looking at different ones before finding two people high fiving each other. This went back and forth for a while until something bothered her.
“Hey, why do they have the eggplant? Who would send that?”
“You’re so cute and innocent. Normally it is about someone’s cock.” She spat her beer and totally understood it now. That was too funny.
“So, do we start referring to someone’s junk as an eggplant. Is that what you call yours?” feeling braver as time went on, she felt more comfortable with asking odd questions she normally wouldn’t.
“Nah. I call mine the truth.” His eyes twinkled as he smirked.
Huh, okay, she would bite this time. “The truth?”
“Oh yeah, because the truth hurts.” At that, she busted up laughing. Holy shit this man was funny. “Oh, come on, now you can’t ever think of something with truth in it without thinking about my large cock.” She was not going to anymore. Yet he continued to go on with various movie references and titles. “I want the truth. You can’t handle the truth.” “The truth shall set you free.” Oh god. She was laughing so hard at this point, she had to pee. Excusing herself, she went to freshen up. Quickly as she could, she went back to the bar, only to see her seat was taken by a beautiful raven-haired woman, with a perfect body and leaning on Connor. He was smiling brightly at her, calling for a drink from Jett. She hadn’t been gone that long. Guess he was just like she thought, a playboy. All about the beer and some babes. Only she was a pawn floating around trying to be something she wasn’t, writing a story about his place. Fine. She didn’t need to stay where she wasn’t really wanted. Taking some money out of her wallet, she put it on the end of the bar, away from Connor, nodding to Jett and walked out the door, avoiding getting seen.
She was going to finish the story, drive home, and go back to where things were normal. Where she was normal. Boring for sure, but normal, whatever that meant anymore.
*****
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April 13, 2018
Impossible by Allyson Young
Blurb:
Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill and Elliot Godwin have a short but intense time together, something very special.
She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.
Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible. Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined not to name him as the father of their child.
But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.
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Excerpt:
Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown. How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family… Doing the right thing, notifying the father first. She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge. Her baby… She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart. I love you.
It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion.
Impossible. She’d sorted out the reasoning—and ensuing rejection—behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible. He was capable regardless of what he believed. The tiny seed in her belly was living proof.
But it didn’t matter. He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either. Asshole.
Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.
A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman. Planting their child.
As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones.
She eased the window down a notch. “What?”
His gaze took in her face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily, but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that.
“Are you all right?”
Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not—Elliot didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.
“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear.
With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car back onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.
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Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.
A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres–50 books in total.
Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and she favours the darker side of romance.
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