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ABRAHAM DAVIS—Honest Abe to his friends—IS IN OVER HIS H...

ABRAHAM DAVIS—Honest Abe to his friends—IS IN OVER HIS HEAD...
He’s a fixer and a do good-er. The all-knowing, resident "grandfather" on the wrestling team who everyone relies on to fix their problems. His teammates go to him for everything; advice, homework, or when they need a sober driver at three in the morning--whether he likes it or not.
Abe’s current mission is easy: mend his roommates broken heart by helping him find a girlfriend on the LoveU app--without getting caught in the lie...
SKYLAR GABRIEL. IS. OVER. IT.
Over her bad grades. Over her meddling older brother and his two best friends. And over dating douchebags. What she wants to know is: where have all the nice guys gone?
She longs for a handsome, sweet, and honest guy who can make her laugh. In one last ditch effort to prove that he exists—Skylar turns to LoveU.
On her worst day, Skylar has no filter (it’s a miracle she hasn’t been ditched mid-date).On her best, she’s as wholesome, and sweet, as pie.On Thursday? She matches with Abraham Davis’s roommate.
Skylar Gabriel is falling for the wrong guy—she just doesn’t realize it yet.
Why?
BECAUSE ABE DAVIS IS A LIAR.



















Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte's, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
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Code Name: Genesis (Jameson Force Security, Book #1) Sa...

Code Name: Genesis (Jameson Force Security, Book #1) Sawyer Bennett Release Date: May 7, 2019 
Synopsis:Years ago, they were in love. She was an up-and-coming superstar and he was the devilishly handsome security professional hired to keep her safe. They fell hard and fast, no matter how they tried to resist one another. But not everyone around them was happy about their relationship, and a string of lies and deceit destroyed what they once had. Having just taken the helm of a nationally renowned protective services company, Kynan McGrath is looking to rebrand and revamp his career. The newly crowned Jameson Force Security is moving from the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas to the mountainous steel town of Pittsburgh, and the last thing Kynan has time for is to deal with his past. More than a decade has passed since their split, but even a bruised and battered heart remembers its first love. So when Joslyn Meyers comes to him for help, Kynan reluctantly agrees to keep her safe from a terrifying stalker who keeps threatening her life. As the danger they face continues to intensify, Kynan realizes he’ll stop at nothing to protect the woman who turned her back on him all those years ago. Because one thing is certain—no matter how hard he tries to convince himself otherwise, Joslyn still has his heart.
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About the Author:Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone. Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both. Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.
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Debase by Rachel Van DykenRelease Date: April 30, 2019De...

Debase by Rachel Van DykenRelease Date: April 30, 2019 Debase, the final book in the Eagle Elite Series and the first new book in the Elite Bratva Brotherhood by #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken. With blood on my hands, I held her.With death in my soul, I took from her.With the devil in my heart, I coveted her.There are many definitions of Hell.My list was exhaustive, my definitions tragic.Tonight I was adding something new to the very top.Girl number six thirty-two.She arrived on my birthday, the same day, every year, I play Russian Roulette and pull the trigger.She was my omen.My end game.She made it personal.And for the first time in my life, I gave in.A virgin mob boss with no soul.My name is Andrei Petrov.They call me the devil.All I want is for the pain to end.All she wants is for me to share it.I am the last remaining heir to a dynasty that should burn in Hell.And my last wish remains for it to die with me.

I waited until the last possible minute to read Debase for the simple reason that I knew that once it was read it would be over and then I wouldn't have another mafia book to read. This book to me was even darker than Chase's book. There were some really uncomfortable moments in this book that had me teetering on "do I really want to continue reading this or do I want to stop?" I kept on because I loved all the other books, however, I will caution readers that there is some extreme violence in this and it's not for the faint of heart. Andrei's book is a sad, kind of depressing story and we've partially heard it in the other books, but this goes in depth and it's totally heartbreaking. Alice is his equal in every way...part of me loved her to pieces and part of me wanted to tell her to run far and wide. Overall, I loved this and I'm glad it's both the end and the beginning. 

Download your copy today!Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2FLoeJcAmazon Worldwide: mybook.to/DebaseNook: http://smarturl.it/DebaseBNAppleBooks: http://smarturl.it/DebaseAppleKobo: http://smarturl.it/DebaseKoboSmashwords: http://smarturl.it/DebaseSWAdd to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2OyE6me Excerpt:     I slid my tongue into her mouth. I tasted, I took, I was greedy with each kiss. With blood on my hands, I held her.     With death in my soul, I drank from her.     With the devil in my heart, I coveted her.     I wanted closer.     More.     My gloves felt too hot for my hands.     My hands too big to contain the weeping leather as I pulled away from Alice and stared into her big blue eyes.     “You don’t want this,” I whispered.     She bit down on her swollen lip and reached for me, I stood still as her warm hands touched both of my cheeks. “Lie.”     I let out a hiss of air at her touch. “Walk. Away.”     “Kiss me again.”     “I can’t do that.” I needed to stop doing that.     “Can’t or won’t?”     I told myself one more kiss, one more touch. I told myself it would be okay, that I was still in control.     That I was above this.     That no woman had ever owned me.     No woman had ever taken everything.     My chest heaved as I stared at her mouth, unable to move, completely rooted to the floor.     Alice moved her hands to my jeans and slowly unbuttoned them. I didn’t stop her, I needed to fucking stop her, but it was like I’d drank this paralyzing poison from her lips and couldn’t function, could only watch her as my soul floated above my body, mocking my inaction, telling me that this would be the end of me.     The very end.     Letting her in.     Keeping her there.     I would give her everything.     And then I would lose control.     Lose my mind.     Lose my heart.     I would lose.     So would she.     “Alice…” My voice cracked. “I wish…” Her hands stilled on my jeans like she was ready to pull them down. “I can’t. I wish I could. I can’t.”     How could she possibly understand?     How could I explain the gut-wrenching fear of looking in the mirror and knowing that one choice kept me sane. One choice.     And that was sex.     He’d made that choice.     I wouldn’t.     I couldn’t.     I couldn’t trust myself, couldn’t trust it wouldn’t happen to me too, and hurt someone like her.     Someone so very… perfect.     Without blinking, Alice gripped my jeans, indecision etched on every pretty part of her face.     She was beautiful.     So damn beautiful.     I gripped her wrists with my hands and pulled them away from the very real temptation of getting completely naked and sinking into her, feeling her clench around me, her tight heat.     Shit.     I pulled her into my arms, and she rested her head on my shoulder. Just because I couldn’t let her touch me, couldn’t cross that line, didn’t mean I couldn’t make her happy, I would kill to watch her face in the throes of multiple orgasms.     I quickly gripped her by the hips and put her up on the cold granite countertop.     “Andrei what are you doing?” She looked down at me uncertainty in her blue eyes.     I moved my hands to her ass and pulled down the black leggings she’d been wearing, all the way down to her ankles, right along with a pair of lacy underwear that were bright pink, and perfect.     “Andrei?”     “Yes?”     “Seriously, what are you doing?”     I gripped her knees with my hands and then spread them wide. “What’s it look like I’m doing?” I smirked. “I’m feasting.”     Her eyes widened.     Never underestimate a virgin with an extremely vivid imagination and heightened sexual appetite.     I wasn’t a fucking monk.     I would like to think I knew more than most men, because I’d seen it all, watched it, inadvertently studied it.     If someone gave me a diagram of a woman, I could point out over twenty-two ways to get her off — with my tongue, a feather, my fingers, take your pick.     “You don’t have to—” She let out a gasp, gripping the edge of the granite, turning her hands white.     I chuckled darkly against her right thigh and bit. “I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t have to?”     “I’ve never, nobody has ever… done. This.”     “Tell me,” I asked gently before I dipped my tongue inside her and flicked.     Her entire body jerked.     “Tell me he never touched you like this, tell me nobody has ever touched you like this.”     “Never,” she rasped. “You.” That word was like a gunshot going off in my soul. “Only you, Andrei.”     “Me.” I flicked my tongue again, and gripped her by the ass, pulling her almost completely off the counter while I sat beneath her and sucked her off in the most primitive aggressive way I knew how.     With every ounce of energy I had in my physical body.     With my soul.     I used every weapon in my arsenal.
About Rachel: Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!Connect with Rachel: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RachelVanDyken Website: http://rachelvandykenauthor.com Newsletter: http://bit.ly/RVDNewsletter Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rachvd Twitter: https://twitter.com/RachVD Amazon: http://amzn.to/2cNVwL9 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/RVDGR Rachel's Rockin' Readers: http://bit.ly/RachelsRockinReaders

Debase, the final book in the Eagle Elite Series and the...

Debase, the final book in the Eagle Elite Series and the first new book in the Elite Bratva Brotherhood by #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken is Live! With blood on my hands, I held her.With death in my soul, I took from her.With the devil in my heart, I coveted her.There are many definitions of Hell.My list was exhaustive, my definitions tragic.Tonight I was adding something new to the very top.Girl number six thirty-two.She arrived on my birthday, the same day, every year, I play Russian Roulette and pull the trigger.She was my omen.My end game.She made it personal.And for the first time in my life, I gave in.A virgin mob boss with no soul.My name is Andrei Petrov.They call me the devil.All I want is for the pain to end.All she wants is for me to share it.I am the last remaining heir to a dynasty that should burn in Hell.And my last wish remains for it to die with me.Download your copy today!Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2FLoeJcAmazon Worldwide: mybook.to/DebaseNook: http://smarturl.it/DebaseBNAppleBooks: http://smarturl.it/DebaseAppleKobo: http://smarturl.it/DebaseKoboSmashwords: http://smarturl.it/DebaseSWAdd to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2OyE6meAbout Rachel: Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!Connect with Rachel: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RachelVanDyken Website: http://rachelvandykenauthor.com Newsletter: http://bit.ly/RVDNewsletter Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rachvd Twitter: https://twitter.com/RachVD Amazon: http://amzn.to/2cNVwL9 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/RVDGR Rachel's Rockin' Readers: http://bit.ly/RachelsRockinReaders

ROCKSTAR, an all-new standalone emotional roman...

 
ROCKSTAR, an all-new standalone emotional romance by Lauren Rowe is NOW LIVE!  It was lyrics at first sight when I saw Violet Rhodes across that crowded party. She was lights and darks, swirled together. Music in motion. And all of it while looking like a hitwoman at an Elvis convention. I had nothing to offer the intriguing girl but a one-night stand. I figured I’d revel in my last night of anonymity before my first tour and shoot her a quick “We’ll always have L.A.!” goodbye the next morning. But nothing went according to plan. In one night, Violet crawled under my skin and into my bloodstream. She tattooed her name across my chest and between my legs. She became my muse. And then she was gone. Now, months later, here she is again. And in a twist I never saw coming, it turns out Violet is ultra-violet radiation. Beautiful, ethereal light bringing with her the promise of damage and destruction. My brain tells me to walk away from this girl, but my heart can’t stop feeling like she might be one of a kind . . . the sort of girl who comes along once in a violet moon. ROCKSTAR is a standalone romance, the love story of Dax Morgan and the electrifying woman who rocked his world during his journey to worldwide rock superstardom.    
Grab your copy Today!Free in Kindle UnlimitedAmazon US - https://amzn.to/2GyfWGsAmazon Worldwide - mybook.to/RockstarLRAdd it to your TBR - https://bit.ly/2XUcufK 
 
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I admit that I'm one of those that somewhat look at the cover when reading the book and I'm glad that I own a paperwhite that doesn't always download the cover of ARC's when I volunteer to read. What I envisioned the hero to look like and what the hero looked like are two totally different things - that's not necessarily a bad thing but I wasn't attracted to the guy on the cover and that really would have affected how I read and enjoyed the book. Does it normally? No, but there has been so much hype regarding this book and promoting that it would have tainted the story. I came to love the hero in his own right. If you go into this thinking that you don't like it because of the cover, you'll miss out on a really good book. I think the author did the characters justice. I would have liked to have had a little more storyline on both characters than superficial ones, but that's usually the way a book is written. Most authors only go to so many pages and then they cut it...I feel like that was done here. I feel like a lot more information could have been given but it would have lengthened the novel.

About Lauren Rowe  USA Today and internationally bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego, California, where, in addition to writing books, she performs with her dance/party band at events all over Southern California, writes songs, takes embarrassing snapshots of her ever- patient Boston terrier, Buster, spends time with her family, and narrates audiobooks. Much to Lauren’s thrill, her books have been translated all over the world in multiple languages and hit multiple domestic and international bestseller lists.
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Poor judgment: knowing better yet doing it anyway.Flint S...

Poor judgment: knowing better yet doing it anyway.

Flint Stone is a professional in every way.

He’s a police officer with the K-9 unit and works at Gun Barrel High as the school resource officer. In his spare time, he’s working his heart out to create a successful gym from the ground up.

He’s loved by every single person he ever encounters—student, faculty, and employees—Everyone but Camryn Elvis Presley.

The only thing they have in common is their mothers’ poor excuses for names.
Period. The end.

So why is it every time she crosses his path that he has the urge to mess up her perfectly curled hair? Or unbutton a few of her prim and proper buttons?

He knows he should stay away, yet like the high schoolers he’s around every day, he has no choice but to react first and think about the consequences later.

Side note—bad decisions are made, leading to lapses in judgment that threaten both of their jobs. Yet when the time comes, neither one can seem to find the wherewithal to care. Why? Because being bad feels so good.
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I enjoyed this new book from Lani Lynn Vale and it's the second book in The Southern Gentleman Series. It took me awhile to get into it, but not because it wasn't interesting - just because I was busy and kept putting it down to finish everything. This is the book about Flint and Camryn. We first met them in the first book and Flint was the school resource officer. Camryn's also a teacher that worked with Raleigh and we got to know her a little. This book didn't have as much action as LLV's other books but it still kept my interest and I still think it's worth picking up.
















  Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading. Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas.
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Callum's Hell by V.F. Mason releases on May 17th! #Dark...

Callum's Hell by V.F. Mason releases on May 17th! #DarkRomance #Standalone #DarkAsHellADD TO YOUR TBR -- http://bit.ly/2X2mv9h She knew no chaos...until I claimed her. She was a florist. He was a serial killer. She created beauty. He created chaos. She belonged to nature. He belonged to the underworld. She was an angel. He was the devil. She wanted to escape. He trapped her instead. They played a dangerous game with their lives at stake. Where the winner took it all and the loser burned in hell. About the Author: V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it. When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors. Connect with V.F.! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorVFMason/ Instagram: http://bit.ly/2SE0hsp Twitter: https://twitter.com/Author_VFMason Bookbub: http://bit.ly/2ozrS0W Newsletter: http://vfmason.com/newsletter/ Website: http://vfmason.com/

ABRAHAM DAVIS—Honest Abe to his friends—IS IN OVER HI...

ABRAHAM DAVIS—Honest Abe to his friends—IS IN OVER HIS HEAD...
He’s a fixer and a do good-er. The all-knowing, resident "grandfather" on the wrestling team who everyone relies on to fix their problems. His teammates go to him for everything; advice, homework, or when they need a sober driver at three in the morning--whether he likes it or not.
Abe’s current mission is easy: mend his roommates broken heart by helping him find a girlfriend on the LoveU app--without getting caught in the lie...
SKYLAR GABRIEL. IS. OVER. IT.
Over her bad grades. Over her meddling older brother and his two best friends. And over dating douchebags. What she wants to know is: where have all the nice guys gone?
She longs for a handsome, sweet, and honest guy who can make her laugh. In one last ditch effort to prove that he exists—Skylar turns to LoveU.
On her worst day, Skylar has no filter (it’s a miracle she hasn’t been ditched mid-date).On her best, she’s as wholesome, and sweet, as pie.On Thursday? She matches with Abraham Davis’s roommate.
Skylar Gabriel is falling for the wrong guy—she just doesn’t realize it yet.
Why?
BECAUSE ABE DAVIS IS A LIAR.

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Title: RocketSeries: Hell's Handlers MCAuthor: Lilly Atla...

Title: RocketSeries: Hell's Handlers MCAuthor: Lilly AtlasGenre: MC Romance Release Date: May 14, 2019 Cover Design: Leah Suttle Logan “Rocket” Carrera has a history he prefers to leave buried under prickly layers of standoffish personality. He’s seen and done things that would make most people lie awake at night. A master of compartmentalization, he’s never had trouble moving on until the night he rescues the redheaded Chloe from a sadistic gang. Kidnapped, beaten, and abused by criminals, Chloe has a difficult time assimilating back into the world after the most traumatic experience of her life. With each passing day, her anxiety builds until she’s forced to find an outlet. Finally, Chloe discovers her own way to make sense of the world and steal a few moments of peace. There’s just one problem: she can’t tell a soul what she’s doing. Who could ever understand the risk she’s taking?Unable to stay away from the fascinating woman who’s screwing with his head just by breathing, Rocket tails Chloe as often as he can. His curiosity over her actions borders on obsession. Before long, and despite the MC president’s orders to keep his distance, Rocket succumbs to the urge to approach her.Logan, the handsome man Chloe meets in a bar, gives her exactly what she needs. He’s accepting of her unusual requests in a way she hadn’t thought possible. The fantasy unravels, however, when she discovers who he really is, the outlaw biker who saw her at her very lowest moment. Will Chloe be able to accept Logan as the biker, Rocket, and allow him into her life enough to help her heal? The answer won’t matter if his violent past sucks him away before she has a chance to try. What the hell was the infuriating woman doing?Two months of this bullshit, and Rocket still didn’t understand what the fuck her deal was. He wasn’t a man that appreciated unanswered questions. He tended to dig and dig until he uncovered what he wanted to know. That tenacity was a part of his personality that had served him well in the past but sent puzzles like Chloe to obsession level.  “What’ll it be, man?” the bartender asked. Rocket spared him a quick glance. This lounge had one man and one woman working the highly-trafficked bar. Smart business move. A broad to subtly flaunt her tits and draw in the men, and a dude with the sleeves of his collared shirt rolled high enough to show his tatted and bulging forearm for the ladies. Rocket’s friend’s ol’ lady, Toni, described the look as badass-gentleman or some shit. Guy who dressed all proper and suave but under the pricy threads is bad to the bone. Apparently, it worked to get women’s motors revving. At least the women he knew.According to Toni, when Rocket dressed up—which was rarer than a hot pink helmet on one of his brothers, he had much of the same look. Might explain the table of women currently eye-fucking him. With no choice but to blend in with the professional crowd, he’d slipped into some slacks, a tailored shirt, and a tie.A fucking tie. Noose more like it.Que the table of late-twenties women sending him come-fuck-me vibes. Whatever. While the release would be nice, they weren’t in his plan for the evening.“Jack Daniels.” He held up two fingers, and the bartender nodded before turning to the shelves loaded bottles.Rocket’s attention strayed back to the woman who’d set up camp in his mind almost five months ago and had yet to leave.Chloe Lane.Five-foot-nine-inches of sex appeal wrapped in a curve-hugging purple dress. And damn, did that woman have curves. Instead of sleeves, the dress had thick straps and a low square neckline showing off her tits in the most appealing way. Every man in the bar an eyeful of creamy white cleavage, but not too much of it. Classy while still being erotic as fuck. But it was the color of the dress that had half the men in the room slobbering into their martinis. The deep purple made those green cat-eyes ten times more intoxicating than the overpriced liquor.Like some kind of witch, she cast a spell over every man in a ten-foot radius, Rocket included. When the hell had he even noticed the color of a woman’s outfit let alone what it did to her eyes?The fact that she was currently conversing with a man didn’t seem to matter in the least to the other dogs in the room. Nor did the fact that many of them had dates or at least hook-ups of their own. No, all over the damn lounge, eyes strayed in her direction, fixating on those small but high and perky tits. Or maybe it was the short skirt riding up a pair of toned thighs that did it for them.The woman was fine as fuck.And she was out of her goddamned mind.“Here you go, man,” the bartender said as he placed Rocket’s double of Jack in front of him. “You starting a tab?”“Nah, just the one, thanks.” He dropped a twenty on the bar top, and waved the bartender away when he lifted a brow in an unspoken, need change?One drink was all he’d have time for if that. Chloe wouldn’t stick around long. God knew, after practically stalking her for months, Rocket had her routine down pat. And it was a disturbing fucking ritual.For the first three months following the assault, Chloe rarely left the house. While concerning, her self-imposed house arrest wasn’t exactly surprising considering what had been done to her. Then, one night, out of the blue, she emerged looking like sex on a stick. She drove to this very bar, had one drink, picked up a polished and manicured gentleman, and drove to a fairly nice motel. The pair had disappeared into a room, and Chloe emerged an hour later almost to the second.And so began a habit she engaged in every Friday and Saturday night.Every week.For the past two months.The bars changed, the dresses changed, but the pattern never did.One drink.One guy.One hotel room.One hour.And Rocket, being the stupid fuck he was, followed her every single time.He told himself it was to protect her. In reality, it was the unsolved mystery of what the hell she was doing that drew him in like a fish on a hook. And the boner he got pretty much any time he laid eyes on her? Yeah, that had nothing to do with his stalker act. Any one of the men she invited to the hotel room could hurt her in ways he’d describe as unimaginable, but unfortunately, Chloe didn’t have to imagine. She knew exactly what the fuck could happen to an unprotected woman.Which made this entire thing, and made Rocket, crazy.What the hell was she doing in there?Drugs? Crying on their shoulders? Raging?Surely, she wasn’t fucking them? Not after what she’d been through.Drugs seemed the most logical answer. Self-medicating to chase away the demons she hadn’t been allowed to purge through therapy. But why snag a random guy? And she always left the hotel room looking as put together a when she went in. Not a hair out of place. Not a wobble in her step. She even drove home without swerving.Drugs were seeming less and less likely.Most nights, Rocket lurked in the shadows to avoid being spotted, but tonight, the full bar had him sitting much closer. In fact, he was on the barstool next to her; however, her attention was fully trained on the man sitting to her opposite side. The suit came on to her before Rocket made it through the door, and she’d never so much as glanced his way. Some snoozefest in a fucking Armani suit. Actually, most of the men in the bar, including Rocket, were dressed in professional attire. The place was hands down a martini and banker bar.As were all the establishments Chloe visited. Swanky, post-nine-to-five meet-up locations Rocket wouldn’t be caught dead in if it weren’t for his newfound obsession. A whiskey swilling, music blaring, dive bar was much more his speed. But concessions had to be made if he wanted to continue stalking Miss Chloe. He’d have stuck out like a sore thumb in jeans and a leather cut. Not that he gave a shit. Fitting in with the crowd was dead last on Rocket’s priority list but remaining incognito was at the top. She’d never seen his face, but a Handlers’ cut carried the risk of freaking her the fuck out.“Excuse me if I’m overstepping, but that dress makes your eyes look like two sparkling emeralds,” the bro on Chloe’s left crooned.Rocket couldn’t keep his eyes from rolling skyward. Was that the shit women in these snazzy joints wanted to hear? Sure, the guy’s description might be dead on, but, shit, who spoke like that? In his experience, women preferred a dirty mouth working hard between their legs to a sweet one whispering in their ear. Talk was cheap but oral? Yeah, that was the shit.“Thank you,” Chloe responded, her soft voice stroking over Rocket’s dick.No doubt about it, he was a sick fuck. No matter how many times he jerked off before tailing Chloe, or how many lectures he gave his damn cock, the prick wouldn’t lie limp in her presence. No, it filled to capacity just from the sight of her. Now that he was close enough to smell and hear her? He was in some serious damn discomfort.A hard cock was probably the last thing Chloe wanted anywhere near her. A mere five months ago she’d been raped. By three vicious men. Rocket gripped the glass in his hand to the near shattering point. His hands ached to squeeze the life out of Lefty. The MC was working hard on finding him, but it’d proven more difficult than they’d anticipated.“Do you live nearby?” the dude asked in his cultured voice. Cultured, hell, that was just a fancy word for snobby and obnoxious. Come on, there was no way she’d choose this guy for whatever would go down in that hotel room.“No,” she said. “Just in town for business. I head back home to tomorrow morning.” Her voice dropped, taking on a husky quality that left no question as to her desire.The woman wanted to be fucked, and she wanted to be fucked now.Didn’t. Make. Sense.The sultry way Chloe spoke did nothing to stem the flow of blood to his cock. Through the mirror along the wall behind the bar, he had a clear view of her body language. Yep, the woman was open and ready for business, at least that’s what her heavy-eyed, pouty-lipped look portrayed. She leaned in, giving the guy and even better show of her stellar cleavage, and her crossed legs brushed against his thigh. On any other woman, this would scream do me, big guy. But surely not on Chloe. He just couldn’t let himself believe it.  What the fuck was her game?“That’s too bad,” douche bag replied. “I was hoping to take you out, show you a good time.”Chloe tilted her head, giving the man an assessing gaze. Then, she tossed back the last of her Cosmopolitan. Shit, even the way her throat worked, swallowing down the liquid had Rocket ready to bust a nut.“You can take me back to my room and fuck me. That’d be a good time.”Rocket choked on his whiskey.Guess that answered that.No longer caring if he blew his cover, he spun and stared at the back of Chloe’s head. The man she’d propositioned had a deep tan, platinum blond hair that must have come from a bottle, and ten perfectly shaped fingernails. They probably topped off ten very soft fingers. Rocket glanced down at his own chipped nails and callused skin.A man hands.He sure as fuck could do a lot more with them than this motherfucker.With a bug-eyed stare, the guy gaped at Chloe. He looked as shocked as Rocket felt. For the life of him, he hadn’t really thought she was fucking the men. Why would she do that? Her bruised and broken body knew first hand the damage the wrong kind of man could inflict.“Uh, yeah, uh, fuck yeah. We can go to your hotel room.”Rocket almost laughed. What happened to the Casanova with the smooth lines?“Great.” Chloe reached out and put a hand on Mr. Smooth’s chest. “One thing before we go.”“Sure, anything.”Yeah, Rocket just bet that guy would agree to anything. He was about to get between those very sexy thighs.“My room, my show,” she said. Gone was the come-hither tone, replaced an undercurrent of steel. “Before we go you need to agree to fuck my way. It’s a non-negotiable. If you can do that, we’ll head out now. If not, I’ll keep looking for the man I need.”“No, yeah, that’s good. I’m down for anything.”“Okay then.” Chloe’s voice brightened. “Let’s go.”Rocket’s gaze fell to that absolutely bitable ass as Chloe led her now date to the exit. He rolled his shoulders as he processed the new information.Chloe was fucking the men. And she was fucking them her way. What did that mean? He turned his gaze away from her, telling himself the unease in his gut was a concern for her safety, not envy of the man who was about to spend one hour between the sheets with the only woman Rocket had gotten hard for in months.If his brothers could see him now.They’d be in hog heaven watching him act like such a food. Meanwhile, their ol’ ladies would probably castrate him for slobbering after a traumatized woman.Or was she traumatized? Maybe she’d moved past the assault. Perhaps this was how she’d lived her life before Rocket met her. Maybe her coping skills were stellar, and the trauma she’d endured was all behind her.He rejected the idea as quickly as it came. Just didn’t sit right.As soon as they were out the door, he’d follow. While he waited for them to navigate their way through the throngs of thirsty patrons, Rocket switched his phone back on. Earlier that morning, he’d received a call that had him powering down and getting his hackles up. Three words, that’s all it took to have him looking over his shoulder.I need you.Fuck no, he wasn’t needed.He was out. Done with his past life and had the walking papers to prove it. Didn’t stop them from seeking him out every so often. Not once was he even tempted to go back. With each rejection, they grew a little more hostile. One of these days, his reprieve would run out, and they’d send someone to bring him in. For now, he’d continue to avoid them with radio silence. Hence the turned-off phone. “Fuck,” he ground out as the screen came to life. Fifteen missed calls and twice as many texts screaming at him to check in. All from Zach, the club’s enforcer.Some shit was going down. He’d flaked on church last week while tailing Chloe to the grocery store. Copper would roast his ass on a spit if it became a pattern. But calling in meant leaving Chloe.Torn between loyalty to his club and the hot gut-punch he experienced knowing Chloe was minutes away from fucking some businessman, Rocket paused. What the fuck was wrong with him? It was getting harder to call the souring in his stomach anything other than jealousy.He had to put an end to this shit. Chloe was a big girl. She, more than anyone, knew what could happen at the hands of a madman. For his own sanity, he had to step back. He couldn’t continue to watch over her so much. Not when his club needed him.Without bothering to listen to the voicemails or read the texts, Rocket left the bar, heading straight for his bike. If he pushed it, he’d be back in Townsend and at the clubhouse in thirty minutes. The guys could fill him in in person.With any luck, they’d finally gotten a bead on Lefty.That thought had a sinister smile curling his lips.Just as he was pulling out, he caught sight of Chloe turning onto the road with Mr. Smooth’s car hot on her tail.Now that his head was on straight, Rocket hit the throttle and shot off toward the clubhouse.There were just some questions he might never get the answers to, and he’d have to learn to live with that.      Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book. HOSTED BY:

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