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What Readers are saying about One to Take…

"Tia Louise is the queen of hot romance. ONE TO TAKE is packed with humor, heartbreak, suspense, and a whole lot of sexy. Five Stars all day long!" -Ilsa Madden-Mills, Wall Street Journal Best-selling Author

"FIVE STARS: Another must read from Tia Louise!" -Kaylee Ryan, USA Today bestselling author

FIVE STARS: “A wonderful mix of the good and the bad of life, and a book that made me smile through my tears, laugh through my anger…” –Give Me Books

FIVE STARS: “A wide range of emotions as these raw characters steal our hearts with their own personal journey of finding love once again.” –4 Chicks Flipping Pages

FIVE STARS: “I found myself laughing out loud at parts, then my heart broke and I cried.” –ReaderChick

“FIVE STARS: The emotions, the feels, the very core of this book was electric! I couldn't put it down!” –Author Groupies

“Beautifully broken when needed, hot and steamy as preferred, and imperfectly perfect as life for Stuart and Mariska should be!” –Goodreads review

"FIVE STARS: This book will transport readers to a magical place, a place of love and a place of healing. I swooned. I cried. I cried harder. I swooned some more. If you are looking for a romance that will touch your heart in every single possible way, ONE TO TAKE is the romance for you!."--Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads

"FIVE STARS: Prepare your heart and hold on for a wild sexy ride!" –Goodreads review



ONE TO TAKE
By Tia Louise

#1 in Western Romance, iBooks * #2 in Western Romance “Hot New Releases,” Amazon

A STAND-ALONE NOVEL in the “One to Hold” universe. Prepare for strong language, panty-melting sexy times, and heart-squeezing angst. Readers 18 and older only, please.

“A dream brought them together... A nightmare has the ability to tear them apart.” –Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads

Stuart Knight is a wounded Marine turned Sexy Cowboy. Mariska Heron is the gypsy girl who stole his heart. Now they’re fighting for their Happily Ever After…

Life is never simple.
Even perfect couples face storms.
The question is whether our love is strong enough to survive.
I believe it is.

She told me to leave.
If I leave, I take her with me.
~Stuart Knight
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#‎SexyCowboy‬
‪#‎Believe‬

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★★★ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT ★★★
WHEN WE TOUCH
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2017
Everywhere, Sept. 5, 2017

~ Ember ~

Last night he was in my bed, in my dreams. He’s only ever been in my dreams—for more than ten years. Now he’s standing in front of me, flesh and bone, in the middle of my store.

Like he can just walk back into my life…
Out of the past…
Just like that.

He doesn’t move. He only blinks at me, seeming stunned. He reaches up and slowly pulls the cap off his head. He cut his hair.

All of these things happen so fast, until my daughter’s words break the spell.

“Can I play, Mommy?”

Jackson’s blue eyes move down to her and up to me again, down and up as if putting us together.

“Yes,” I say softly.

She scoops up the plastic bucket, marching to the large table like nothing is happening, like I’m not spiraling through space.

In my peripheral vision, I see Tabby’s hand cover her mouth, but my brain still hasn’t recovered from the lightning strike. It takes a few more breaths before I’m able to speak.

We both speak at once. “What are you doing here?”

His voice adds a depth to my softer one. It’s a vibration that echoes in my core. My breath comes in pants, but from somewhere inside me rises a strength I didn’t know I possessed. I take a step to the center of the room, in his direction.

“I never left.” An edge is in my voice.

He shakes his head his eyes never leaving mine. “No. That’s not right.”

He looks to my daughter, who has climbed onto the long bench by the window pulling her pretend baking dough out of the bags. Tabby twists her long brunette curls into a cute little bun on her head, and she starts to sing one of her made-up songs as she pats the dough in her small hands.

She’s pretending to be me. She’s always pretending to be me, and I watch as his expression turns slowly to confusion and then anger.

My teeth clench and all the past is consumed in a tidal wave of protective rage rolling through my chest.

“It’s time for you to go.” My voice is level, and his eyes are back on mine. I’m not smiling. “I don’t know why you’re in Oceanside, but there’s nothing for you here. Not anymore.”

The words twist pain in my stomach, and I watch as he passes a large hand over his mouth. The muscle in his jaw flexes, and he puts the cap back on his head, going to the door.

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★★★ GOODREADS EXCERPT ★★★
THE RIGHT STUD
By Tia Louise & Ilsa Madden-Mills
© Ilsa-Louise Books, 2018

Ashton

Few things in life are as jaw-dropping amazing as Jax Roland emerging from the surf, muscles bulging, water running down the lines of his face, dripping from the ends of his hair… Jean Claude van Ram a rigid brown log in his arms, legs extended.

Okay, that last part I could’ve done without.

It takes less than a minute after he puts that asshole goat on the ground for JC to jump up and head straight for the shrub roses. I don’t even have time to say thank you before I’m charging up the hill after him.

“Oh, no you don’t!”

My overwhelming sadness at the prospect of losing Granny’s house, even my semi-gratitude toward Jax for averting Lulu’s anger over letting her precious goat drown, are forgotten in the race to save my grandmother’s flowers.

In addition to the house, they feel like my final connection to her, the plants she lovingly cultivated every year in her funny hat.

“Did you see that?” Mrs. C meets me at the gate. “He charged down there like Adonis heading into battle. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so stimulated. Reminds me of the time Mr. C talked me into taking a bite of a serrano pepper.”

I don’t have time to correct her Greek mythology or even ask why Mr. C was always taunting her with hot peppers. “Where did that bastard go?”

She jumps back, confused. “Rufus? I put him in his cage. It was time for his nap.”

“Jean Claude! He’ll eat everything!” Pushing past her, I continue running around the house, weighing my concern about Lulu’s anger versus killing that goat with my bare hands.

When I finally make it to the top of the hill, I see him, standing on the porch, his head plunged into the middle of my sweet olive, chomping away.

“Stop, you heartless bastard!” I catch him by the collar and drag him out of the deep-green leaves.

I look around, trying to decide what I’m going to do now. This jerk already chewed through the rope Lulu tied him with.

“Ashton.” The deep male voice pulls my attention to the top of the path.

Jax stands there looking all kinds of sexy with his tee stretched over his broad chest and his wet hair pushed back from his face. In his hand is a silver hook and a thin cable.

“What is that?” I drag the goat to where Jax is standing.

“I had it in the trunk of my car. It’s from a job I was doing. The owners had really big dogs.”

“He can get out of anything. I told Lulu not to bring him here again.”

“Lulu’s your friend?” He comes to where I’m standing and clips the hook through a loop on JC’s collar.

“Possibly ex-best friend.”

“You can’t really tether goats.” He gently extends the silver cable into the yard. From the soaked back pocket of his shorts, he pulls a metal stake. I watch as he loops the other end around it and pushes it into the ground. “How long do you expect to babysit him?”

“She’s got one hour left. Then we’re digging a pit. Roasted goat is delicious.”

The ripple of laughter from Jax’s throat does funny things to my insides...

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THE RIGHT STUD
By Tia Louise & Ilsa Madden-Mills
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Jax

At the top of the hill, the kitchen is lit up like a beacon in the night, and soft strains of Motown drift down to my ears. Ashton moves around the room, slow-dancing with a bowl in her arms.

Her lips move, and I think she’s singing along as she stirs. My stomach tightens as I watch her slowly sway in the yellow light. She’s wearing a thin dress, and her dark hair is tied in a loose ponytail at the back of her neck. A few strands hang in pretty curls around her face.

Her eyes close as she puts the wooden spoon in her mouth, and I swallow the need in my throat. They blink open again, and she smiles as if she’s thinking about something naughty. I can’t take it.

My scalp is tight. The blood surges hot in my veins, burning under my skin as I charge up the path. I’m up the stairs, crossing the porch to the screen door leading into the kitchen. The door slams behind me, and she spins around, hazel eyes wide.

“Jax… Where did you go? I was just thinking—”

“I had to stay away. I thought I could distract myself, refocus…” I close the space between us in two steps and pull her soft body against mine. My hands grip her too hard, my voice is too rough. “I can’t stop thinking about you, about how much I want you.”

Her eyes darken, and she reaches out to put the bowl on the counter. “But we have to work together. It could cause problems…”

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Every muscle in my body aches, waiting for her answer. Music floats in the air around us and everything is poised, waiting for what she’s about to say.

Her pink lips part. Her tongue touches her bottom lip, and she says the words I’ve been dying to hear. “Don’t stop.”

Our mouths are together before she finishes speaking. Tongues unite, curling and caressing. She tastes like wine and sweet sugar. I pull her lips, nipping her with my teeth, devouring her. She moans, and it registers straight to my rigid cock.

Reaching down, I grasp her smooth thighs, dragging her skirt higher and tracing my fingers along the line of her panties, dipping inside to feel her slick and wet.

“Jax…” She gasps, and I lift her off her feet, carrying her to the stairs.

Her mouth is on my neck. I feel her taste me as she follows a trail of burning kisses up to my ear before pulling it between her lips. I groan deeply at the sensation. The heat in my pelvis, the pressure, is blanking my mind. I take the steps two at a time, crossing the landing and pushing through my door, kicking it closed.

She’s on her feet, and our mouths are together again. We kiss like ravenous animals. Our hands are everywhere, fumbling with buttons, ripping at fabric. My jeans are long gone. Her soft breast is in my hand. Did I tear her dress?

She tugs at my shirt, and I step back, ripping it over my head. Then we’re together again, her body so soft against mine, cool to my hot, delicate to my strong.

I kiss her shoulder, biting her skin as she makes those delicious little moans. She touches my stomach, tracing her hand down to my length. I groan, threading my fingers in the ends of her dark, silky hair to give it a slight pull. Her chin lifts, and I cover her mouth again, drinking her in, consuming her desire like a drug...

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