RELEASE BLITZ: Eye Contact by Stacey Grice



Title: Eye Contact
Author: Stacey Grice
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2018

Dr. Andie Fine lives, eats, and breathes her job as a trauma surgeon.
Another day, another surgery, another life saved. That is, until the night a
certain car accident victim lands on her operating room table. The strange
connection she feels with this particular patient impacts her in every way.

Vaughn Bennett is a brilliant artist whose life has been defined by a
specific pair of eyes for over twenty-years. The only piece of a girl he could
remember from an experience he could never forget. Countless sketches and
thousands of hours trying to capture her likeness have haunted him. Waking up
from a coma in a hospital room is not how he thought he’d finally find her.
With one look, he knew.
Andie is a career-focused, medical professional.  Falling for a patient is out of the question,
but Vaughn is determined to win her over. He elicits something in her that
she’s never realized she was missing. No matter how hard she tries to fight it,
he won’t stop until she’s his.
Until fate has a way of complicating things.




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It’s got to be at least ninety five degrees out
, I thought as
the beads of sweat across my forehead started to become full enough to drip
down my face. My mind raced as I walked home from school. Two miles or so in
the hottest time of day was a small price to pay.
Ms. Hattie’s not going to be happy when Mr.
Leake calls to tell her I was missing from his fifth period class. Screw him.
He can call her if he wants. Whatever punishment she’ll dole out can’t possibly
be as bad as dealing with Stephan and his punk friends.
They had
been itching to pound my face in for days.
How was I supposed to know that bench in the
courtyard was off limits?
When I was
pushed in the hallway earlier, knocking my books out of my hands and scattering
my folders and papers all over the halls for everyone to step on, I knew who
had done it before even looking up. When the reflection of light gleaming off
of the pocket knife peeking out caught my eye, I knew I was done for.
Of course
they’d pick on me. I was the new kid and only in sixth grade. I hadn’t even
been there for three weeks yet and already I’d found trouble.
I swear, I just can’t win.
I thought
I’d finally gotten out of hell. I had known my previous foster parents were
creepy. They never did anything but smack me, curse, yell, occasionally spit at
me—the usual bullshit—but when I was taken away a few weeks ago and placed in
Ms. Hattie’s care, I didn’t argue. I ended up overhearing that the husband had
been caught “inappropriately touching” one of the girls or some such crap. What
a slime ball. She was only like six years old.
Ms. Hattie
seemed kind, and my new foster brother, though a little older than me, had been
pretty cool so far. I should’ve told him about Stephan, but I didn’t want him
to think I was a wuss. I should’ve just let the idiot cheat off my paper.
In woodshop
the previous week, I’d noticed him trying to look over at my quiz paper for
answers and quickly covered my sheet, shielding it from his view. After later
learning that it was his second year in eighth grade after not passing the year
before, I regretted trying him like that. He was bigger than me with a nasty
face that always looked like he was gritting his teeth. Now he’d found a new weakling
to pick on. A few days later, I got pushed and cussed at for talking to a cute
cheerleader named Molly in my gym class. I learned I wasn’t allowed to talk to
her when all three of them cornered me in the boy’s bathroom and threw my
backpack into the urinal after one of them pissed in it.
Maybe I need to show him I’m not a pushover.
Maybe I need to knock his ass out and prove I’m not one to get messed with,
prove I can hold my own.
No. I need to just bide my time. Stay safe and
don’t rock the boat. I have a lot to figure out in this new school and this new
house before making waves.
This is definitely a nicer neighborhood than my
last one
, I thought as I looked around, admiring
the Leave-It-To-Beaver style, a stark contrast with just the month before when
I had to walk home from the bus stop in the ghetto while making sure I didn’t
give the wrong look to the dealers on the corner as I passed them. In Ms. Hattie’s neighborhood, everyone
had a nice yard and a garage for two cars.
I never
even saw them, never heard a thing. One second I was looking forward and
thanking my lucky stars for the pretty neighborhood then WHACK. It felt like a two-by-four had just been swung across my
back. I fell to the ground, squirming and gasping to try to catch my breath,
and a shadowed figure came into my vision, the glare from the sun up above
making it impossible to see who it was. Then he spoke.
“I don’t
know who you think you are, maggot, but you messed with the wrong guy.”
pulled me up off the ground by my shirt and spit in my face before the first
punch struck my jaw. Almost immediately, I couldn’t see anything. Fists rained
down onto my face, jaw, and nose, plowing into my stomach until I couldn’t
stand up anymore. Then the kicks came, the voices of the two friends who
followed him around like puppies taunting and egging him on in the background.
I faintly heard laughing, felt more spit hit my cheek, and thought it was over,
but then he topped it off with more pain by reaching down to grab my head with
both of his hands and slamming it back down into the concrete.
went black for a moment—I really didn’t know how long—and then I heard her. A
girl was talking to me with a calm singsong voice, muddled and far away, but I
could feel her touch like she was right there next to me.
“Don’t move
anything. I saw them hitting you and they slammed your head down pretty hard,” she said with a breathy voice. I tried
to get control of my breathing but couldn’t inhale without coughing, which made
my head feel like it was going to explode.
“I called
911. They’re coming to help you. Do you live here? Close to here? What’s your
I could
barely keep my eyes open anymore. Everything was fading in and out and the room
was swirling, but I wasn’t in a room­—I was outside. I couldn’t focus on
“Look at
me. Please try to open your eyes,” she pleaded.
I looked up
and saw the prettiest girl I had ever seen hunched over me. Her wispy blonde
hair was blowing around her face and her eyes were light…maybe some shade of
blue, bluish with little specs of… I closed my eyes just for a second; the
light was too bright.
“No, please
keep your eyes open. You can’t pass out.”
I tried my
hardest to keep them open, not wanting to disappoint her. She looked like a
kid, maybe even younger than me. The harder I tried, the heavier my lids got,
and things were fading to black again.
“Keep eye
contact with me. Just keep looking right here,” she urged, bringing her face closer
to mine. The sun was completely behind her head and I could see her better. She
was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “Keep eye contact.” She lightly
touched the side of my head, her fingers slightly in my hair to keep me still.
“Keep looking. Keep eye contact. They’re almost here. I can hear the sirens.”
Her breath
smelled like chocolate chip cookies and her skin was like a porcelain doll. She
had to be an angel, which meant I was dying. Those jerks had beaten me to
death—actual death. I’m going to be in so
much trouble.
“Keep eye
contact. That’s good. Just keep looking right at me.” Ms. Hattie was going to
kill me if they hadn’t already. The sirens were loud and growing louder the
closer they got. I tried to focus on her face. I watched her lips moving. “Keep eye contact. Keep eye contact.”
She kept saying it over and over, almost like she was trying to remind herself
as much as me. Her eyes were mesmerizing, even with as much pain as I was in. I
was staring up at her, maintaining eye contact just as she instructed, then
suddenly she was gone.
Where did she go?
I felt
hands on me and heard male voices, grown-up voices, and then I heard her again.
I couldn’t see her anymore but I could hear her.
boys…hit him with a baseball bat…punched his face…kicked him over and over…ran
away…bleeding…passed out…tried to keep him awake…I don’t know his name…”
It’s Vaughn.
My name is Vaughn.
I wanted to
tell her. I wanted to know her name too, but the words wouldn’t come out. The
men put a mask on my face, covering my mouth and nose, and rolled my body onto
my right side, the sharp pain in my ribs igniting a fire in my chest. They
rolled me back over onto some sort of board, and then they lifted me up and
carried me away…away from her, away from my angel.
Author Bio
Stacey Grice writes contemporary romance novels that will surely take you
on an emotional roller coaster. Known for her dynamic characters, you’ll get a
tale that’s raw and unapologetic. There will most always be angst mixed with
sweet, humor balanced with grit, and a whole lot of REAL. She likes to take
each reader on a journey of courtship with challenges, triumph, inspiration,
and a few laughs as well.
She lives in Northeast Florida her husband and daughter and works full
time as a Labor and Delivery nurse. When she’s not nursing and/or crafting
stories, she can be found spending time with friends and family, people
watching, enjoying great food, and reading or relaxing at her happy place—the
Stacey absolutely LOVES to hear from her readers so be sure to follow her
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RELEASE BLITZ: Monday Night Guy by Liz Lovelock


Title: Monday Night Guy
Series: My Guy Series #1
Author: Liz Lovelock
Genre: College Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2018



Parker Kent
. . .
and utter jerk
I made a
vow—a vow to steer clear of guys like Parker. But when he shows up every Monday
night at my workplace, that vow is torn to shreds. As much as I’d like, to I
can’t ignore a customer.
At some
point, a friendship forms. It’s not what I expected; he’s not what I expected. Those walls I put up are being torn down
piece by piece, allowing Parker into my heart. Am I setting myself up for
disaster, or is my Monday-night guy just the antidote my wounded heart needs?


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Lovelock is from bright sunny Queensland in Australia. She is the mother of
three little monsters, a wife to an amazing husband and very much a lover of
everything books and reading. Liz has always loved books and, from a very young
age she began reading comic books and then in high school her passion grew. She
was given Tomorrow When The War Began by John Marsden for an assignment but,
when that was done she continued to discover new books to fall in love with.
Liz always
has a book she is currently enjoying and, a notebook beside her bed for in her
hand bag for when inspiration hits at those crazy times. She is a stationary
addict and will buy more notebooks and pens then what she needs. Her one click
finger likes to go crazy as well.
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EXCERPT REVEAL: Faded Gray Lines by Cora Kenborn

Love is the deadliest lie.

Faded Gray Lines by Cora Kenborn releases on JUNE 28th!

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Love is the deadliest lie.


I’m jaded. The truth is a bitter pill to swallow.

My first taste of love was my first betrayal.

Now, all I want is to start over, but they want my life.

Everyone says all’s fair in love and war.

Except I’m done playing fair.

I’m tired of turning my back on his darkness when it’s the light that always burns me.

I’ve danced with the devil. Now it’s time to become one.


I’m a criminal. Let’s not sugarcoat the truth.

Her morals never had a chance in my corrupt world.

Now, all I want is to forget her, but they want her soul.

Loyalty is its own reward where I come from.

Except she’s become the prize.

They’ve taken my shining star and dimmed her light.

Some say I’m a monster. They haven’t seen anything yet.

This is a dark mafia romance STANDALONE.


His large palm still gripped my shoulder, and my hand shook as I squeezed his fingers. Electric shocks jolted up my arm, but I forced myself to maintain the contact, lifting our entwined hands and settling them between us. He watched every movement, his eyes never straying. It was as if once he looked away, the moment would evaporate.

I wouldn’t let that happen. This moment meant everything.

For years, I’d held onto the belief that he’d walked away from me without a second thought. I’d tried my best to hate him for the events that led up to his abandonment and the mind games that plagued me afterward. However, what he’d said to me at Brody’s left me starving for the truth. I had to know, even if what I found out left me in more jagged pieces than before.

“What did you mean when you said I didn’t know the whole story?”

“Now’s not the time for this, Leighton.” Mateo let out a heavy sigh and pulled away from me, severing our brief connection.

He could pull away all he wanted, but I wasn’t backing down. “Really? Where else do we have to go?”

His eyes narrowed. “You want to hear the truth?”

The sudden predatory danger radiating off him shook me. I was honestly confused if I did or didn’t, but I stood my ground. “I think I deserve it.”

Mateo let out a sardonic laugh. “You think this is about what you deserve?” He stalked toward me, backing me up until my spine bumped against the hard marble of the kitchen island. “What exactly do you think happened that night, Star? You think I just didn’t feel like having the perfect life with the perfect girl and decided to piss it all away?”

“I—I don’t…” My words broke off and stuck to the inside of my throat like molasses. All I could breathe in was the scent of his leather jacket as he planted a hand on either side of me. We were so close that if he took a deep breath, his black T-shirt would rub against my tank top and judging from the outline of the six-pack hugging the fabric, I wouldn’t survive the impact.

My gaze still traced the lines indenting his shirt when his hands settled on my hips, and I found myself being lifted into the air. My lips had just started forming the word “no” when my ass landed on the cold marble of the island with a hard slap, and Mateo slid in between my open knees.

“Have a seat, Star,” he said as if I weren’t already in place. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t speak. The deadly look in his eyes would’ve been enough to silence me. “What I have to say may knock you off that pedestal you’ve put yourself on.”

My chest heaved as he wedged himself tightly in between my legs.

“You think I sacrificed you? You immediately thought the worst and damned me without knowing the hell I went through. Get ready, little lamb. You’re about to find out the meaning of real sacrifice.”

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International bestselling author Cora Kenborn writes twisted romances about damaged bad boys and feisty heroines. She promises her readers a happily ever after, although she may or may not take them on an emotional rollercoaster before giving it to them. (Okay, she totally will.)

A Southern girl from North Carolina, Cora says “y’all” way too much and has a lifelong addiction to sweet tea. She refuses to “adult” without coffee, thinks pajamas are acceptable daywear, and considers note-taking during true crime shows to be perfectly normal. On the rare occasion that Cora has free time, she spends it avoiding laundry and convincing her family that Hot Pockets are an acceptable dinner.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Saved by Hazel James

Title: Saved
A Battles Novel
Author: Hazel James
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2018

Leilani Moretti

Life is out to get

Humvee accident
that took my right hand? Strike one.

Cancer three years
later that stole my breasts and hair? Strike two.

An overbearing
mother who seems to think I’m twelve, not twenty-seven?

Yeah, I’m out of

I thought moving to
Oklahoma would give me a fresh start. I hoped life would finally cut me some
damn slack. But between the inept people at the VA hospital and a boss who’s
hell-bent on fixing me, I just want to be left alone. Haven’t I been through
enough already?

Clay Prescott

Joining the Army
and deploying to Afghanistan? Hard.

Kicking an alcohol
addiction and starting a business combining fitness and mental health? Harder.

Worth it? Hell yes.

Battles, my gym,
has been so successful that I hired a new employee—a veteran herself—to help me
open a second location. And that’s when it all goes to hell. Everything I’ve
ever stood for is called into question, and the one person I thought I could
count on disappears. I’ve spent the last ten years helping everyone else. What
happens when I can’t even save myself?

How can I help others when I can’t even save

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Having cancer is an invitation to be touched. Doctors.
Nurses. Sympathetic friends. An overbearing mother. For months, I dreaded
having someone else’s hands on my body.
But now? Now I crave it. Especially with Clay staring at me
like I’m the only one who can quench his thirst. I’d gladly be his water. The
glass. Hell, I’d even be the ice cubes if he’d give me a few hours and a
“Um, will you tie me?” I give myself ten bonus points—five
for speaking coherently and five for omitting the word “up” at the end.
He smiles and steps behind me, and my skin prickles in
anticipation. Even my goose bumps want to be as close to him as possible. But
none of that compares to the second his fingers brush the skin on my shoulders.
I officially take back every curse word I aimed at Rebecca when I opened my
I’m baking her a cake as soon as I get home.
“Is that too tight?” Clay’s voice is deeper, huskier, and
damn if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve heard in…ever. I want to say yes, so
he’ll have to start over, but a girl only has so much self-control. He’d
probably say something like “how do you want it?” and then I’d turn around and
hump his leg because I’m all about hands-on demonstrations.
“It’s perfect.”
“Great. I’ll double-knot it so you can just slip it over
your head next time.”
I’d be sad if it wasn’t for the light squeeze he gives my
neck when he’s done. Committing that feeling to memory, I pull a tank top over
my head and slide my feet into my sneakers, shoving all thoughts of molesting
Clay out of my mind. “Where do you want to go first?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you
that?” The edges of his mouth tip up.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m the world’s worst Hawaiian.” I shoot
playful daggers at him.
“Hey, you said it, not me.” He holds his palms out,
proclaiming his innocence. “Thankfully, one of us came prepared. I was thinking
of a short hike and then maybe some paddle boarding.”
It’s my turn to lift a hand. “The hike sounds fine, but one
of us did not come prepared for paddle boarding. Unless you don’t mind going in
circles.” His eyes crinkle as I simulate rowing with my stump.
“Don’t worry, this place has two-person paddle boards.” He
pulls the keys to our rental Jeep from his pocket and twirls the ring around
his finger. “Ready?”

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Hazel lives in Tampa
Bay, Florida. She’s a proud Army veteran, and her greatest loves include her
family, lip gloss, Diet Coke, and the beach. For a list of events, go to

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SALE BLITZ: One Hundred Reasons by Kelly Collins

Title: One Hundred Reasons
Series: Aspen Cove Series #1
Author: Kelly Collins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 27, 2018

Fresh starts, hope, and happily ever afters…

Nurse Sage Nichols life changed when she lost her favorite patient and
inherited a bed and breakfast in a town she didn’t know existed. She traveled
to Aspen Cove intent to sell so she could hurry back to her life in Denver.
Little did she know, she was about to find everything she ever needed in the
tiny mountain town with a big heart. Sage found herself in a place where caring
for your neighbor was a way of life. In her case, that happened to be surly
Cannon Bishop, the man of her dreams.

Cannon Bishop was a man who learned long ago that hope was a dangerous
thing. Closed off from the world after a family tragedy, Cannon lived a lonely
life as the owner of Aspen Cove’s only bar and son to the town drunk. When Sage
Nichols breezed into town, she offered the possibility of more if he’d only
open his heart. Cannon’s protective walls tumble and suddenly a brighter future
of healing, hope, and peace was possible…if only Sage would stay.

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bestselling author of more than thirty novels, Kelly Collins writes with the
intention of keeping the love alive. Always a romantic, she blends real-life
events with her vivid imagination to create characters and stories that lovers
of contemporary romance, new adult, and romantic suspense will return to again
and again.
Kelly lives
in Colorado at the base of the Rocky Mountains with her husband of twenty-eight
years, their two dogs, and a bird that hates her. She has three amazing
children, whom she loves to pieces.
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EXCERPT REVEAL: Montana Fire by Vanessa Vale

Montana Fire by Vanessa Vale releases on JUNE 28th!

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Jane West’s life is perfectly average.

Perfectly boring.

Until Ty Strickland—Grade-A, smoking hot firefighter—moves in down the street. Then things get a little exciting, and not in the good, panty-melting sort of way. Not only does someone want her dead (seriously), she has to wrangle her out-of-control desires where the new neighbor is concerned, and convince her boss at the small town’s only adult toy store—who meddles in Jane’s love life—to leave the new hose-wielding hottie off her matchmaking radar.

But it’s not all chaos and pancakes. There’s Ty. And his smoking hot body. Smoking hot kisses. He’s burning the walls around her heart to nothing but ash. And she just might be falling in love…if she can stay alive long enough.

This is the first book in Vanessa Vale’s new Small Town Romance series, where the men in Montana aren’t just hot, they set things on fire.


“I’m not sure which one I want. I didn’t realize there were so many choices!”

The woman wasn’t on the hunt for a new car or juice boxes at the grocery store. Nope. She wanted a dildo. I called her type a Waffler. Someone who contemplated all options before even attempting to make a choice. Because of Miss Waffler, I had ten different dildo options spread out across the counter. Glass, silicone, jelly and battery powered. She needed help.

That’s where I came in. My name is Jane West and I run Goldilocks, the adult store in Bozeman, Montana, my mother-in-law had opened back in the seventies. Story goes she named it after the fairytale character when a mother bear and her two cubs strolled down Willson right in front of the store the week before it opened. She called it fate. Or it could have been because her name is Goldie, so it made sense. I started working for her when my husband died, a temporary arrangement that helped her out. Three years later, things had turned long-term temporary.

The store was tasteful considering the offerings. The walls were a fresh white with shelves and displays just like you’d find at the typical department store. Then tasteful made way for tacky. Gold toned industrial carpet like you’d see in Vegas, a photo of a naked woman sprawled artfully across a bearskin rug hung over the counter. A sixties chandelier graced the meager entry. Goldie had to put her unique stamp on things somehow.

It wasn’t a big store, just one room with a storage area and bathroom in back. Whatever she didn’t have in stock—although you’d be amazed at the selection Goldie offered in such a small space—we ordered in. Montanans were patient shoppers. With few options store-wise in Bozeman, most people ordered everything but the basics from the Internet. There’s one Walmart, one Target, one Old Navy. Only one of everything. In a big city, if you drove two miles you came across a repeat store. Urban sprawl at its finest. Not here, although there were two sets of Golden Arches. One in town and one off the highway for the tourists who needed a Big Mac on the way to Yellowstone. The anchor store of the town’s only mall was a chain bookstore. No Nordstrom or Bass Pro Shop out here. You shopped local or you went home to your computer.

In the case of the woman in front of me, I wished she’d just go home.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked helping people and I was comfortable talking sex toys with anyone. But this time was definitely different. Big time.

Behind Miss Waffler stood a fireman. A really attractive, tall, well-muscled one wearing a Bozeman Fire T-shirt and navy pants. Can you say hot? A hot man in uniform? Yup, it was a cliché, but this one was dead-on accurate. God, he was literally heart stopping gorgeous. He’d made mine skip a beat. I felt all tingly and hot all over.

He’d come in while I was comparing the various dildo models before I went into the perks of having rotation for best female stimulation, and when I looked up…and up and he was there, I practically swallowed my tongue. I’d certainly lost my train of thought. I had no idea God made men like him. Magazines, maybe. Real life? My real life? Wow.

“Can you explain the features of each one again?” Miss Waffler had her fingers on the edge of the glass counter as if she were afraid to touch them. Petite, she was slim to the point of anorexic. Her rough voice said smoker, at least a pack a day. Her skin was weathered, either from cigarettes or the Montana weather, and wrinkles had taken over her face. She’d be pretty if she ate something and kicked the nicotine habit.

I gave her my best fake smile. “Sure.”

I darted a glance at the fireman over the woman’s shoulder. Sandy hair trimmed military short, blue eyes, strong features. Thirties. A great smile. He seemed perfectly content to wait his turn. If the humorous glint in his eye and the way he bit his lip—most likely to keep from smiling—was any indication, he was clearly enjoying himself. And learning something about dildos. Maybe he wanted some options for his girlfriend. He had to have some woman warming his bed. A radio squawked on his belt and he turned it down. Obviously, my lesson on sexual aids was more important than a five-alarm fire.

Miss Waffler was completely oblivious of, and unaffected by, the fireman. I now knew why she wanted a dildo.

I picked up a bright blue model. “This one is battery powered and vibrates. Ten settings. Good for clitoral stimulation.” I put it down and picked up another. I was used to talking sex toys with people. Some guys, too, but I was dying of embarrassment having said clitoral stimulation in front of him. I just imagined this hot fireman stimulating my clit. I squirmed, cleared my throat and continued. “This one is glass. No batteries, so it’s meant for penetration. The best thing about it is you can put it in the freezer or warm it and it provides a varied experience.”

The woman made some ah sounds as I gave the details. I went through all the possibilities with her one at a time. I got to the tenth and final model. “This one is obviously realistic. It’s actually molded from the erect penis of a porn star. It’s made of silicone and has suction cups on the base.”

Fireman peered over the woman’s shoulder as I suction cupped the dildo to the glass counter. Thwap. He didn’t seem too stunned by the size. Did that mean he was that big, too?

“You can…um, attach it to a piece of furniture if you want to keep your hands free.”

Both fireman and Miss Waffler nodded their heads as if they could picture what I was talking about.

“I’ll take that one,” she said as she pointed to number ten. The eight-inch Whopper Dong.

“Good choice.”

I rang up Miss Waffler’s purchase and she happily went off to take care of business.

And there he was. Mr. Fireman. And me. And dildo display made three. Fortunately, he stood in front of the counter and I wasn’t able to look down and see if his Whopper Dong fit inside his uniform pants. Oh god, I was going straight to hell. He saved people’s lives and I was thinking about his—

“Um…thanks for waiting.” I tucked my curly hair behind an ear.

“Sure. You learn something new every day.” He smiled. Not just with his mouth, but with his eyes. Very blue eyes. I saw interest there. Heat, too.

Right there, in the middle of my mother-in-law’s sex store, dildos and all, was the spring thaw in my libido. It had long since gone as cold as Montana in January. Who could have blamed it with all of my dead husband’s shenanigans? But right then, I felt my heart rate go up, and my palms sweating from nerves. The fireman didn’t seem the least bit fazed by my little sex toy talk. I, on the other hand, was having a hot flash like a menopausal woman just looking at him. I needed to be hosed down. Speaking of hoses—

“I’m Jane. What can I help you with today?” Hi, I’m Jane. I’m thirty-three. I like hiking in the mountains, cross-country skiing, I’m a Scorpio, and I want to rip that uniform off your hot body and slide down your pole. I wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts.

He laughed and held out his hand. His grip was firm, his skin warm and a little rough. “Ty. Thanks, but no toys for me.” A pager beeped. He looked at it on his belt briefly and ignored it.

“Don’t you need to answer that? A fire or something?” I asked, pointing to his waist.

“Cat up a tree,” he joked, the corner of his full lips tipping up.

I laughed, and heard my nerves in it. I took a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart. It didn’t work. All it did was make me discover how good he smelled. It wasn’t heavy cologne. Soap maybe. I didn’t really care if it was deodorant. He smelled fabulous.

“Actually, it was for Station Two. I’m here for your fire safety inspection.” He placed papers on the counter. Had he been holding them all this time? I hadn’t noticed.

“Oh, um…inspect away.”

Inspect away?

He grinned at me as I blushed, ready to slink behind the counter and die of embarrassment. Fortunately, he switched topics. For the next fifteen minutes, we went over fire inspection paperwork with the attraction I felt for him an elephant in the room the shape of a dildo.

About the Author:
Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
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Aiden Dwyer, a Queens construction worker, doesn’t know a salad fork from a dessert fork, unlike his best friend from college, Sebastian Parker, a privileged son from a blue-blooded Manhattan family who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Seb’s always got Aiden’s back. The same can’t be said for Seb’s little sister, Bea, who finds pleasure in mocking Aiden for his lack of social standing.

A permanent fixture in New York City gossip columns, Beatrice (Bea) Parker is known as “The Park Avenue Princess.” But nobody knows that the pillar of young Manhattan society has an alter-ego on an online dating site for “discreet singles.”

Lying dormant under all of their jokes and teasing is Aiden and Bea’s unrequited desire for each other. When he discovers Bea’s greatest secret, Aiden risks his friendship with Sebastian to fulfill her fantasies and make his hunger for her a reality.

Warning: This epistolary novel contains flirtatious banter, double entendres, interfering parents, a heroine who leads a secret life, and a hero who could have everything he ever wanted if he plays his cards right.

About Sofia

Growing up in Maplewood, New Jersey, Sofia was the good girl who went to Catholic school and never misbehaved. If only the nuns could see her now – writing contemporary erotic romance with smoking hot heroes, strong heroines, and lots of naughty words!

Once a month, she watches “North and South” with Richard Armitage because she loves hearing him say, “Look back. Look back at me.” She is also slightly obsessed with European royals and reruns of “Battle of the Network Stars” every Monday night on ESPN Classic.

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