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Only 99¢! Autumn Whispers Fall Romance Collection: 7 Sweet Contemporary Romances
Enjoy this explosive Romance Collection from USA Today Best-selling author and Kindle All-star--Taylor Hart!!

The men in this collection are the heroes the world craves and the kind of men that need a good woman to come home to.

The Broken Warrior
Zane Kent, ex Navy SEAL and Thor look-alike, takes pride in keeping calm in stressful situations while being part of a ‘special teams’ vigilante group. But when he walks into a mission blind and discovers the woman who broke his heart 7 years ago is the target, the lines become fuzzy and his pride flies out the window.

Sarah Hamilton is shocked when Zane Kent shows up at a client meeting and down-right stunned when she finds herself asking for his protection.

Always Kiss Your First Love
Janet Snow never imagined she’d get caught in a make-out session with the first boy she’d ever kissed at a wedding. Frankly, it ticked her off she’d been tricked into it by his manly wiles. Yes, men did have wiles.

Michael Hamilton only knew one thing…he’d come back for a wedding, but he wouldn’t leave until he could win her back. For good this time.

The Masquerading Groom
When Sterling Pennington, movie star-billionaire extraordinaire, gets stuck with a paid date at a masquerade party…he’s not happy. The arrangement makes him feel like a loser, until he sees the woman in the sequined dress.

Sayla Jones made it clear she would only take this date if the egocentric movie star knew he got three hours before she turned into a pumpkin. That’s all.

The Rookie
Number one draft pick, Legend James, soon to be back up quarterback for the Dallas Destroyers, hates the press. Especially when a scathing article about his love life reveals 22 dates in four years and calls him a ‘cold hearted snake.’—Who is this reporter and how come she clearly copied Paula Abdul’s song?

Charity Saint’s only goal in life is to work for the New York Times and when she gets the opportunity to get noticed by putting out a puff piece on the arrogant, cocky, too big for his britches, Legend James, she takes it. Until Legend asserts she’s printed lies and she gets fired before she really even got the chance to start.

The Pretend Christmas Fiancé
All Raine Birch knew about life; was that he had a lot to learn. When he meets a beautiful redhead from Snow Valley, Montana at a wedding, he wouldn’t lie; he wanted to date her.

Sarah Snow felt … fragile. When her husband's brother shows up and asks for forgiveness and tells her he still wants to marry her, there was only one thing to do—Lie. And that lie surprised her as much as everyone around her; she was already engaged to Raine Birch.

Rescue Me
Damon Freestone, ex firefighter for the Boston FD, didn’t want to come back to his hometown--Park City, Utah--or work for the fire department. Six months earlier, after losing a candidate under his command, all he really knows about life is that you usually don’t get what you want.

Samantha Worthington only wants one thing—to get back to her sister in Colorado. Fresh out of law school, the only job she finds that will pay the bills is in Park City. But she never anticipated her adrenaline junkie, cliff-diving ways might lead to kissing the stranger who claimed he's trying to rescue her.

Flirting with Your FBI Heartbreaker
Alexa Fulbright doesn’t expect the man she’s been trying to forget for the past 7 years to show up on assignment from the FBI…and she really doesn’t expect him to kiss her.

Sam Knight doesn’t want to be on this assignment, even though he requested it. He doesn’t want to see Alexa and he definitely doesn’t want to put away the thug she calls her boyfriend…but most things in life aren’t fair when it comes to her.

**Excerpt from The Rookie – Included in this Collection:**
“You dare show your face here?” She yanked her wrist out of his grip.

“My face?” He puffed out. “My face? You think I shouldn’t show my face when you’re the one that printed lies!?”

“That was the truth!” She shouted. She shoved him in the chest. “Do you realize The New York Times fired me?” She shoved him again.

Even though her shoving didn’t budge him, he put his hand to his chest because he didn’t want her to do it again. “You deserved to be fired, and they better be printing a retraction.”

She let out a shaky laugh and used both hands to shove him above where his hand was meant to block her.

“Stop it!” He didn’t know why she was acting so crazy, but she couldn’t keep shoving him.

“You idiot! Do you know how hard I’ve worked for that? All the planning, all the research!”

Shaking his head, he took a step back. She was clearly not in her right mind. “You never interviewed me!” He threw at her as proof. “Not once did you come to me and ask me about all those girls or about…what did you call it…my cold-hearted snake of a character,” he scoffed. “Not original, by the way, using an old Paula Abdul song.”

Her eyes widened, and the look she gave him was akin to a line backer ready to take his head off. “I asked you.” Her voice was low through her clenched jaw.

For a second, he doubted himself, trying to remember ever seeing her before. He hadn’t. He would have remembered that hair. “No, you’re lying.”

“December fourteenth. Outside of the library. It was ten pm. You had just come out wearing your Destroyers coat with a matching beanie cap, and that stupid army duffel bag was slung over your shoulder. I approached you and asked if I could do an interview with you for an article I was writing. I further told you that I wanted it to be accurate.” Tears bubbled into her eyes. “You wouldn’t even look at me. You told me to write, ‘whatever I wanted,’ and then you walked away.” Tears fell down her cheeks, and she swiped at them like they were traitors. She shook her finger at him. “You declined an interview. That is the TRUTH!” she roared.

He stumbled back, shocked and surprised by the detail of her memory. December fourteenth. December fourteenth. December fourteenth. He tried to think of why he’d been at the library, what final he’d been trying to prepare for. Of course he’d been wearing a Destroyer’s jacket and beanie cap. That was his standard attire. He wracked his brain trying to remember her. The conversation.

Then he remembered. He’d just read that email from his father. The email told him his father wouldn’t be home for Christmas. That’s why he’d been so distracted. That’s why he hadn’t remembered at first. He’d been upset. He stumbled back. “Oh my gosh.”

The look that crossed her face reminded him of a shark sniffing for the scent of blood. She took two quick steps and pushed him in the chest again. “Remember now, Rookie? Number one draft pick Legend James finally remembers that he failed to comment on an article, an article that I wanted to be correct. But, no, no, no. You were distracted, probably by one of your dates that night. Is that it, Rookie? Did you have a date that distracted you?”

“Stop,” he commanded.

But she was clearly just getting started. “Oh, that’s what it was. Hmm. Maybe my article was wrong after all? Maybe you’re here because big man Legend James is mad that I didn’t report more women.” She put up a finger. “Did I miss a secret rendezvous, maybe a girl you flew to Vegas to marry?”

Reflexively, he grabbed the hand that she had lifted to push him again with. She’d struck a chord with the last accusation. “I mean it. Stop it,” his voice was low, quiet even in his own ears.

She looked down at her hand inside his.

That’s when he noticed he was shaking. He tugged his hand back, upset with himself. What was he thinking coming here to confront her? He let out a breath and turned away from her, running a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“No, I’ll tell you what you shouldn’t have done. You shouldn’t have ruined me on national television. Writing that fluff article was simply to get my foot in the door, do you get that? I have stuff, important stuff, that I want to report on!”

Her voice had gone weepy, and he turned around to see more tears in her eyes. “You shouldn’t have declared that I’d reported lies, and…you shouldn’t have told the Times that they’d never get an exclusive with you.” She shook her head.

He had softened, but he wasn’t all the way convinced. “You used me. You used my name to get a chance to write for them, didn’t you?”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned away from him.

He pressed her. “You said you could get a scoop on Legend James, and then you proceeded to interview my roommates, my teammates, all the women I dated. You don’t think there’s something wrong with that? An invasion of privacy?”

She whirled back, all the tears gone. Her face was sullen. “Grow up. Life’s not fair. You want to be a sport’s legend…Legend.” She winced. “Get used to it. I only did what any journalist looking for a break would do. Okay, yeah, I used your name. Yeah, I did. Should I call you a cheater when you see a hole in the defense and you throw the ball for a touch down? Should I? No, because that’s called playing the game. You think I care about all the princesses you’ve gone out with?” She frowned. “I don’t. But I saw a chance, I saw a hole in the defense, and I took it. I told them I could get them a story on you and I did.”
“About what a ‘cold-hearted snake’ I am? You had to report it that way?” he shot back with disgust.

Shaking her head, she let out a sigh. “Maybe I put my spin on it, but if you’d really read the article it was about someone that has commitment issues. About someone that keeps all women at arm’s length. About someone that clearly has abandonment issues.”

That hit a nerve.

“And about maybe the most talented quarterback to be recruited to the pro league.”

Her compliment put him off balance.

“But all that talent doesn’t matter a fig because you can’t get close to anyone. You have nothing in this world that you care about more than yourself. And, at the end of the day, Legend James, in my professional reporter opinion, the one that thanks to you no one will ever care about again, that’s precisely the definition of living a cold life. With no joy. No giving. No love.”

Time slowed for a moment. She was right. The reason the article had ticked him off so much was because she was right.

A loud telephone rang from the open door.

Their eyes stayed connected in some sort of primal warfare. If she thought she would get an admission out of him, she’d be waiting a long, long time.

The phone rang again, loud and blaring.

Without warning, she dashed away from him, taking the steps two at a time. He watched her go. His breath was erratic. The ragged sound was unfamiliar and jarring. He should go. Scurry off like the dog he was. She’d asked him to comment, and he had refused. Not to mention the fact that she’d lost a job because of his statements. Guilt exploded inside his chest. Her football metaphor had actually been quite an effective one for him. He knew what she was talking about. She had found a way to break out. To get a story that would help her break away from the pack, get noticed, and get ahead. She was absolutely right. That is what he did every single game.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Her voice had elevated in pitch, and she didn’t sound happy.

Without thinking, he moved toward the entrance, glancing around cautiously as if someone might jump out at him any moment. He saw the cute black sign with Saint’s Bed and Breakfast written in a perfect white script.

“What hospital is he going to?”

He walked in and saw her hand shaking, holding the old time kind of dial phone that matched the old fashioned ring. She stood behind a little desk in the foyer.

“Yes. Yes.” She pressed the phone closer to her head. “I’ll be coming. I…what else can you tell me?”

He heard a door open down the back hall and saw an older woman wearing a bun and bright red lipstick move down the hall. She had a pleasant smile on her face. “Well, hello, have you been—”

“A stroke? How did that happen? I just saw him yesterday at my mom’s wedding, and he was fine.”

The bun woman stopped and put her hand to her mouth.

“Yes. I’m coming. Thank you. Bye.” Charity slipped the phone into place and took in a long, shaky breath.

Legend thought her face looked paler than before. Obviously, she was in shock at whatever news she’d just received.

The bun lady put her hand on Charity’s shoulder. “What’s happened?”

Drawing in a long breath, Charity looked from Legend and back to her. “It’s my grandpa. He’s had a stroke, and they’re taking him to the hospital in Park City right now.”

Legend thought the crazy girl from earlier might come out again, but instead he found a cool, calm woman had emerged.

“Shelia, I need to borrow your car please. Ours isn’t working.”

The lady shook her head. “Oh no, I let my son take it up to Ogden this morning to go fishing.” She reached for a cell phone in her pocket. “I’ll call him.”

“No.” Charity searched around the small desk the phone was on. “I’ll have Abby take me.” Then she paused. “Oh but Abby’s not home.”

Shelia adjusted her bun. “Should you call your mother and have her come home?”

Charity shook her head, turning to glance at a large clock in the middle of the room. “Her flight left for Australia ten minutes ago.”

“Oh, dear.” Shelia pulled her in for a hug.

Before Legend could stop them, the words came tumbling out. “I’ll take you.”

Charity turned to him. Relief warred with uncertainty.

Legend instinctively responded to the urgency of the situation. “Get your stuff, let’s go.”

Only hesitating for a second longer, Charity nodded before rushing up the stairs.

Shelia turned to him, squinted, and smiled. “Well, you’re Legend James.”

He nodded and stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

Seeming a bit star struck, Shelia smiled and held onto his hand a bit too long. “Are you one of Charity’s friends?”

Charity bounded down the stairs, holding a bag and wearing flip flops.
“You could say that.” He didn’t know if she would contradict him.

“That’s nice.” Shelia let go then turned to Charity. “Are there any scheduled check-ins tonight, dear?”

Charity moved around the room like a whirlwind. “The Baxters and the Shermans. There’s cake in the back for them, and please get their credit card on file before giving them a room key.” Charity pulled her in and kissed her cheek. “Thanks.”

Legend moved to the door and down the steps toward his car.

Shelia followed them. “I got this. You know I’ve been training to run this place by myself for the past twenty years.”

Charity waved back and then stopped next to his car. “Thank you.” She flung back to him. “Oh, you got a new car?”

For some stupid reason, it made him happy that she noticed. “Yep, and I’m going to assume you know that because you’ve been stalking me for the article.”

Hooking her belt as he got in and started it, she frowned. “Thank you for the ride.”

“I guess I just proved I’m not the jerk you thought.”

She scoffed at him. “You did, until you just said that.” She looked out the passenger window. “Plus, you still got me fired, and this doesn’t mean we’re friends.”