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He was the beginning of my heart . . . and the end of it.
I was only fifteen years old when he claimed it and twenty when he took it with him.
They say what is meant to be will find a way. But when you have changed to the point of no return, how can anything ever be the same?
Seven years later, Dean Martin waltzed back into my life in hopes of resuming what I had fought so hard to forget, but he was in for a wake-up call.
I was no longer the naïve woman he had left . . . and I was no longer his.
I met the love of my life and my soul mate when I was fifteen. I knew that; he knew that. He wanted that girl back. I wanted to forget she ever existed.

What I thought was my pre-destined path was very much an illusion. Living seven years with regret, I realized too late that I was broken, and that I only had myself to blame.
I thought love could wait . . . but it didn’t.
We’d had it all those years ago, and then I foolishly left it behind.
She was all that mattered. She was all there ever was.
There was no life without Dallas, no reason . . . except her.
No matter how hard she tried to convince me, I knew I had to once again make her mine, to make her remember . . . the fall.

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Gah. THIS BOOK. angst. lots of motherfucking angst. and then there were tears: both my own and Dallas’. If you’re looking for something emotionally jarring, The Fall more than fits the ticket. What happens when the life you created isn’t the life you were meant for?

Dean is a gorgeous and imperfect hero who I wanted to shake and fuck – preferably at the same time. His journey of discovery is also beautiful to watch. He and Dallas were perfect together. They fit like two puzzle pieces, finding their match and hanging on for dear life. But due to their age difference (it’s only a few years, so no worries) Dean’s off to college and then med school while Dallas catches up.

That one year that they shared together. That one year was everything. It was everything good. and everything bad. I swear to fuck I’m tearing up right now just thinking about it.

I felt the break of their hearts the first time around and the building of the walls the second. When Dean strolls back into Dallas’ life, I couldn’t quite understand why she was so angry. Why she was so hesitant to give him another chance. AND THEN I FOUND OUT. There’s a reason. A really good one. and then i cried. 

But no matter how strong Dallas was and no matter how much she attempts to resist, she constantly succumbed to Dean – and she constantly hated herself for it.

The twists of this book had my eyes growing wide and my teeth clenching. Just when I was expecting everything to wrap up in a nice, neat package, Kate throws you across the room and stomps on you a little bit before she picks you back up.

This book is well written and soul quenching. Get ready, you’re going to fall for this one. 4.5 stars!

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]


It was three long years before I heard three words that would forever change me. I was walking across campus toward the Marshall Hall building when the voice sounded. “Dean, Dean Martin?” A smile was already on my lips as I looked in the direction of the voice. Dallas’s laugh was unmistakable as she walked toward me. What I wasn’t expecting was the mere sight of her would leave me scrambling to regain basic fucking motor function. My smile quickly faded as she flew at me in a hug. All the breath left my body as I inhaled her scent. I gripped her to me tightly as she laughed and hugged me back. When she pulled away, my arms were still securely around her. I knew I had to be grinning like an idiot as she beamed back at me.

“How the hell are you?” she asked, a little Texas twang in her voice.

“Better now,” I said, still refusing to let her out of my grasp.

We spent a little longer than we should in our embrace, neither of us willing to pull away from the other. In that instant, I felt the pain of missing her ease slightly. My chest tightened at the return of a familiar stir.

It was just that damned easy.

“Let me look at you. Damn …” My voice was hoarse as I let her go to take her in. She was wearing tight jeans, knee high, rider boots and a tight fitting red sweater. I took in every curve as I whistled slowly.

“I know.” She waggled her eyebrows up then down and did a little turn for the full effect. She was a far cry from the skinnier version I left. She had a small amount of curve on her hips and her long legs remained one of her best assets. This was no longer the tempting Lolita that I had left. This was the young woman I had always pictured but even more beautiful than I could have imagined.

“Still dressing like every day is a Sunday at church,” she said, poking fun of my clothes, as usual.

“I don’t hear anyone else complaining,” I pointed out, still overwhelmed with the sight of her in front of me. “And you are still a pain in the ass,” I noted as she laughed.

“You have no idea. So did you miss me, Dean?”

“You know the saying ‘Don’t know what you got till it’s gone?’ Well, I can’t stand most of the girls at this school,” I assured her.

“Well, don’t tell me the infamous Dean Martin has changed his ways,” she teased.

“No, I still sleep with them. I just run like hell after,” I chuckled. “Anyway, what about you?”

“What about me?” she asked her eyes meeting mine. I let them stray and sweep down her body slowly bringing them back to her. “Dean, you wouldn’t be checking me out, would you?”

“Yes, I absolutely fucking am,” I said pointedly, giving her pause. She gave me a wary glance as she looked around campus. She seemed more relaxed than when I had left her, more comfortable in her own skin. Her confidence radiated off her in waves. My mind drifted back to the kiss I had left her with as I studied the slow curve of a smile forming on her lips.

We quickly made up for lost time and spent the rest of the day stuck together, holding hands and laughing as I gave her a full tour of campus. I was on my last year and would be leaving for Columbia next fall and I was again a senior to her freshmen. I refused to dwell on that. I felt completely relaxed for the first time since I had left her three years ago.

We were inseparable our first few weeks of school as we stayed busy, getting reacquainted. When we were not in class, we spent our nights either on the phone, walking on campus, going to parties, or hanging out at my frat house. My friends seemed to like her right away, a little too much for my liking. I caught their hungry eyes on her and glared at them openly as they shot a game of pool at the table in what was supposed to be our dining room. The minute her back was turned, I was bombarded with the inevitable question of who she was to me.

There was no mistaking my straight answer to Casey, the newest member of my fraternity. “Don’t even fucking look at her,” I barked.

“Okay, bud, all right,” he said, backing away to grab the pool stick from Rob—another brother who was a senior—and eyed Dallas suspiciously. It wasn’t common practice for me to bring girls back to the house other than to my bedroom. I had fallen into a bad habit my first few years at school but had slacked since then, concentrating more on my grades.

New York was a whisper away, but Dallas…Dallas was here.

I watched her work the table as she made herself comfortable, shooting off her shit talk at my frat buddies, who happily obliged her. They were impressed, especially Casey.

Casey was notorious on campus, easily one of the biggest players. He had absolutely no good intentions when it came to the opposite sex and though I wasn’t one to preach, he had a rather tasteless way of discarding the affections of his women. He was doing his best to impress her and she seemed to notice, humoring him.

Rob was the next to ask, stepping up and handing me a beer. “What’s the deal?” He asked as he eyed Dallas’s perfect ass as she took a shot and made the eight ball, winning the game. She looked up at me with her knowing smile. She was so fucking beautiful. I cursed my stupidity in bringing her to the house.

“The deal is any woman I bring into this house is off limits,” I said through clenched teeth. Rob laughed as he eyed me. “Dude, that’s not exactly fair. I don’t think any of us would get anywhere that way,” he said loudly. I ignored him and grabbed Dallas’s hand.

“Nice game,” I said, giving her a wink and pulling her toward the door. The guys frowned as if I was taking away their shiny new toy.

“Bye,” Dallas said quickly as I pulled her out of the house.

“Oh, come on, Dean. You aren’t going to pull the same old shit you did in high school.” She raised a brow. I took a step toward her.

“No, this will be different. I promise.” Before she could question me, I swept her in my arms and hauled ass down the steps of the massive front porch of the house.

“What the hell are you doing?” She laughed as I ran like a lightning streak toward the quad. “Getting you somewhere safe. Couldn’t you smell it in there?” I said, running faster as she laughed.

“Smell what?” she asked, her voice choppy as I kept my legs moving.

“Your pregnancy,” I answered, slowing to a halt. She rolled her eyes as she jumped from my arms.

“They were just curious,” she said, giving me a pointed stare. “I’m sure you don’t bring girls home often to meet the parents, am I right?”

I smirked.

“Whore,” she said without affection. I pushed her down on the grass as she yelped out in protest, flailing her arms before giving in to the inevitable.

“You ass!” she said testily as she wiped grass from her sweater but stayed seated.

“Oh Dallas, always trying to bring out the angry Spaniard in me,” I teased as I joined her on the grass.

She chuckled. “Truth hurts.”

The night was surprisingly cool for early September in Texas. I looked over at her, memorizing the perfect outline of her face, the way her silky hair cascaded down her shoulders and swirled around her as the breeze lifted it. She smiled at me and the unmistakable jolt shot through me, the effect the same. This time, I didn’t fight it.

“It’s not like that anymore,” I said in an attempt to reassure her. I grabbed a stray hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She sobered up a bit, her smile slowly fading.

“Not what I heard,” she said, hugging her knees to her chest, averting her eyes. She wasn’t being confrontational, and I knew that. “They don’t call you the Spanish slut this time,” she said with no humor in their voice.

“Oh yeah, what do they call me?” I said, nudging her, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Dean,” she said looking straight into my eyes. Fuck if I didn’t want to kiss her right at the most inappropriate moment. I didn’t want to aid in what she already probably thought of me. I had wanted to kiss her so many times in the past few weeks but had held back for this very reason.

“You do them a disservice, you know,” she said thoughtfully as she played with the blades of grass, not looking at me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, plucking a piece of grass between my fingers.

“Letting them think that’s all you are good for. They never get to know you. It’s sad.”

I laughed. “They objectify me?”

She looked at me seriously. “Yes, they do.” That wiped the smile off my face.

“Dallas, I told you a long time ago, I don’t care about that shit, never will.”

“No, I guess not,” she said, perking up with a smile I knew wasn’t genuine. “I mean you are the big man on campus again. And what the hell is up with that frat chair in there, anyway?”

“It’s my throne,” I said defensively.

She rolled her eyes. It grew darker as the lamp lights came on around us, our faces covered in shadows. We enjoyed a few minutes of silence before she spoke up.

“Tell me about Columbia,” she prodded. “You are so close,” she encouraged.

“I can’t wait,” I said honestly. “My parents took me to New York when I was ten. I just remember being excited the entire time. I loved the semi-organized chaos. The noise, the culture clash, it was palpable, you know. Even then at that age, I could feel it, and it was everywhere. At least that’s the way I remembered it. I made my decision then, I wanted to be there and Columbia was a big heap of icing on the cake. My father and I spent hours going over my game plan. He always loved the idea of Columbia, especially when I told him I wanted to be a doctor. All these years later, I haven’t changed my mind. I’ve been back a few times since to check out the campus, look at housing, I still love it. Have you been?”

I hadn’t realized she was watching me closely, a small smile on her lips. “No, my parents and I vacationed a lot, but mostly to Colorado and then California to see my aunt and uncle. We never really made it out east.”

“It’s incredible and nothing like it is here. It makes our corner of the world seem so small. There is so much potential bursting out of it. I think you’d love it.”

“Maybe…probably,” she said, lost in thought.

“Then again, you are a true Texan. So damn proud to be from this fucking state with no plans of ever leaving,” I teased. “Even your name suits you.”

Before she could attack me for that, I lifted her to her feet. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

“Are you going to do this every night?” she asked as she leaned in close and I played with the tips of her long hair as I trailed my fingers down her back, pulling her closer to me. “Maybe, if you want me to.”

“Hmmm, kind of a boyfriend type thing to do, isn’t it?” I avoided her question, leading with mine.

“Coming to my toga party tomorrow night?”

“Maybe,” she said, glancing my way with a smile.

“You should, Dallas.”

“Why is that?”

“’Cause I will be there,” I said, slowing to a stop at her dorm.

She turned to me playfully. “Oh, well, when you put it that way, meh…and change clothes would you, you look like a bible salesmen.” She hurried up the steps as she chuckled.

“Just come, okay? We can tilt a few beers back and I want to talk to you.”

“About what?” she asked as I admired her from the bottom of the steps. She had on a sweater dress that outlined her curves perfectly and tight black leggings that I dreamt of ripping off her all day.

“There’s just something I want to talk to you about.” She heard the hint of seriousness in my voice. “It’s important.”

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

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About the author

Kate Stewart, a native of Dallas, now resides in Charleston, S.C. She moved to the city three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, declaring the city her creative muse. Since her move in 2010, she has published two novels, the third coming July 2015. She lives with her husband of 8 years, Nick who is featured on the cover of the novel, TITAN. (Set to re-release some time in 2015.)

Her other novels include Room 212, Never Me, and Loving the White Liar which are all available now.

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Review: Mad Love by Colet Abedi

Author: Colet Abedi

Book: Mad Love (A Mad Love Story #1)

Other books in series:

Madly In Love (A Mad Love Story #1.5)
Mad Love 2 (A Mad Love Story #2)

tl;dr recommendation: fluffy; yet enjoyable. 3.75 stars!

Book Summary:

23-year-old aspiring artist Sophie Walker can think of no better place than the exotic paradise of the Maldives Islands to escape the wrath of her controlling parents, the monotony of her boring legal work and her passionless boyfriend. With her two best friends along for the ride and to help her find herself again, Sophie is not prepared for the enigmatic Clayton Sinclair. Clayton comes from another world of privilege that seems like a fantasy to Sophie.  Can this man introduce her to the passion & seduction she never realized she was desperately searching for? Sophie quickly becomes ensnared in Clayton’s seductive web until a shocking treachery makes her question her judgment and actions…

Longer Review:

This is fluffy and enjoyable and all ready for you to completely forget your current life and shake your head at Sophie’s overreactions and Clayton’s overpossessiveness while licking your lips at their scorching connection. Mad Love is Instalove on Vacation. Which, on the whole, I’m pretty ok with.

Sophie’s been on a bit of an impulsive streak. She quit law school [my admiration for what balls that took is astronomical] and decided that she wants to be an artist. She also broke up with her longterm boyfriend who everyone decided was perfect for her but who towards she felt no passion. Her parents are pissed. Understandably so. They likely think she’s lost her mind. Of course, jumping on a plane to the Maldives on an extremely expensive vacation when you aren’t sure how you’re going to pay for your future life doesn’t exactly scream responsibility. BUT WHATEVER. Sophie’s impulsive.

Minutes after arriving she eye-fucks Clayton. Their connection is instantaneous. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was instalove on vacation. If the whole virgin storyline bothers you, then you’re going to want to sit this one out. Clayton is clearly channeling Christian Grey for a good portion of his possessive, inappropriate and eye roll inducing comments. It was a little bit much for me at times. I mean, I love a good alpha possessive man just as much as the next gal, but Clayton took things to a new level for a guy who knew Sophie for two seconds.

While Sophie tries to stand up to Clayton, she doesn’t really succeed. Instead, she sputters a lot and acts pretty petulant. The two of them are sort of made for each other. I thought they were each pretty melodramatic, but on the whole I had a good time reading the drama. This is light and silly and easy to read, which made it my perfect Sunday night companion. 3.75 stars!

Review: Hard Beat by K. Bromberg

Author: K. Bromberg

Book: Hard Beat (Driven #7)

tl;dr recommendation: angst-ridden, kindle-gripping, scream-inducing deliciousness! 5 stars. #MustRead.

Book Summary:

From the New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Ache comes a blistering new novel filled with danger, secrecy, and a desire that can’t be sated…

Foreign war correspondent Tanner Thomas is addicted to living on the edge. Needing the adrenaline rush of his job to help him cope with a personal loss, he throws himself back into the game, concentrating all his energy on getting the next big story.

But when he meets his new photojournalist, Beaux Croslyn, he can’t help but feel like he’s losing his focus—and maybe risking more…

With secrets she won’t address, Beaux is far from your ordinary woman. Determined to keep her distance, she’s willing to pull Tanner in closer and hide behind the sparks flying between them. But as Beaux’s past begins to put their relationship—and their lives—at risk, Tanner’s determination to find the truth puts them both in jeopardy.

He’s ready to chase her to the ends of the earth to find out if what they had was real, or if the danger surrounding them was just an exquisite heat fated to burn out…

Longer Review:

Bromberg is the Master of Angst and she once again earns her title. Speaking of titles, this one is perfection. There’s a hard beating of hearts as Tanner and Beaux ache to be something that may be a fantasy, the hard beating of blood in their veins as they take each other for the first, the second first, and then maybe the last time, and the hard beating of my head against the wall as truths were uncovered, secrets revealed, and careers were put on the line.

This is angst-ridden, kindle-gripping, scream-inducing deliciousness. Kristy takes you to your breaking point…and just when you think you can’t handle any more, she gives you more. This story is told in Tanner’s point of view, and I LOVED being inside his head. I would have also loved his head to be inside of…*cough* ok. um. yes. back to the review.

Needless to say, Tanner is a sexy beast. If you follow K. Bromberg’s books, you know him as Rylee’s brother (if you don’t follow her books, you need to…like yesterday). He’s the voice of logic, the protective older brother, and one hell of a journalist. He just lost his partner and best friend, Stella, due to the conflict and his job, and those protective instincts flare up to full force once he meets BJ Crosyln, his new photographer and partner.

The problem is that he immediately doesn’t like her. He likes her beauty, he likes her body, he likes her fiery spirit, but yet, there’s just something about her he doesn’t trust. His mind fails to mention that to his dick and a serious conflict arises causing sudden bursts of angry shouting interspersed with clashing tongues and teeth. Beaux is a more than willing participant, but is equally burdened by an instant lust/hate relationship she finds with Tanner.

If you love a good hate fucking, Bromberg delivers fantastic hate fucking. I’ve never wanted to have make up sex more in my life. There are so many secrets being kept that as one falls to the ground, the others start to follow like dominos until Tanner’s heart is left in dire state of emergency. Hit after hit keeps coming, leaving chaos, disaster and maybe….just maybe…a little hope?

Bromberg writes fantastically, as per usual, and weaves a complicated story with ease. Hard Beat is one hell of a ride and an explosion of intense desires, waring needs, gut wrenching emotion and sweet relief. Insert book hangover here. 5 stars. #MustRead.

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]

Release Day Review: Everything I Left Unsaid by Molly O’Keefe

Author: Molly O’Keefe

Book: Everything I Left Unsaid (Everything I Left Unsaid #1)

tl;dr recommendation: A little phone sex goes a long way – and I’m looking forward to seeing just how far it will go. 5 stars!

Book Summary:

I didn’t think answering someone else’s cellphone would change my life. But the stranger with the low, deep voice on the other end of the line tempted me, awakened my body, set me on fire. He was looking for someone else. Instead he found me.

And I found a hot, secret world where I felt alive for the first time.

His name was Dylan, and, strangely, he made me feel safe. Desired. Compelled. Every dark thing he asked me to do, I did. Without question. I longed to meet him, but we were both keeping secrets. And mine were dangerous. If I took the first step, if I got closer to Dylan—emotionally, physically—then I wouldn’t be hiding anymore. I would be exposed, with nothing left to surrender but the truth. And my truth could hurt us both.

Longer Review:

I am thoroughly impressed by this author. Not only did she completely kill me with that cliffhanger, but she also had me more turned on by phone sex than I think I ever have been in my entire life. Whispered words, deep growls, innocence stripped – those phone calls built the foundation on what seemed to be a superficial connection, but that really was everything. For two characters who didn’t actually meet until the end of the book, O’Keefe manages to link them together almost immediately until you can’t imagine them with anyone else.

Annie is running. She’s running from her past – and possibly her future. She’s found herself in an unassuming trailer park and she wants nothing more than to fade into the wallpaper of the 1970s RV. Her chance phone meeting with Dylan starts awkward and stilted, but quickly grows into heated passion. As Annie realizes that Dylan can provide her a life and an exploration of desires that she never even contemplated, Dylan is finding himself more and more invested with a voice on the phone.

Neither of them want more.

Both of them want more.

What they have is hot, exquisite sex that transcends words and those scenes will have you panting your release. I’m not kidding – O’Keefe’s writing was fucking outstanding. Huge high fives for that (after you wash your hands, k?).

While I sort of saw where this was all going, I was still surprised when we got there. There are more than enough suspenseful moments to keep you engaged while the secret keeping had me biting the inside of my cheek. The connection between Dylan and Annie is palpable and intense; genuine and deep. A little phone sex goes a long way – and I’m looking forward to seeing just how much further it will go.


[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]

Review: End Game by Willa Thorne

Author: Willa Thorne

Book: End Game (The Manhattan Tales #3)

Other books in series:

His Pawn (The Manhattan Tales #1)
Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales #2)

tl;dr recommendation: A sexy as hell but somewhat jumpy conclusion to this searing trilogy. 3.5 stars!

Book Summary:

The games are over, but their story is not…

End Game is the third and concluding story surrounding Mason and Jillian.

Longer Review:

A sexy as hell but somewhat jumpy conclusion to this searing trilogy. Mason’s killed his father to protect Jillian – well, he didn’t kill him, but he set the stage for the accidental death that took his father’s life. Ian has turned out to be quite the jack of all trades and somehow we now trust him.

However, just because Mason’s father has been eliminated, that doesn’t mean that the threat is gone. His father had enemies of his own and debts that need to be repaid. The danger once again rears its ugly head and Mason ONCE AGAIN keeps secrets from Jill. Mason, Mason, Mason. When will you learn?!

I’m scrubbing my face a bit because I love love love Willa and I wanted to love this conclusion more, but the flow just wasn’t there for me. The sex most certainly was and for that I was screaming in pleasure. [Thank you, SIR]. The plot also ratcheted up the danger scale and I was super enthralled in the twists that kept coming; yet the writing felt choppy at times and rushed at others. I really loved the story, but the way it came together didn’t feel organic.

This series is otherwise incredibly enjoyable, sensual, romantic and full of alpha male: all characteristics of a book that cause me to cream on sight. I definitely look forward to more to come from Willa! 3.5 stars.

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]

Blog Tour & Review: Beneath These Scars by Meghan March

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Beneath These Scars by Meghan March

Date of Publication: September 22, 2015


I’m the guy you love to hate.

In every story in my life, I seem to end up playing the villain—and I’ve got the scars to prove it.

That role works fine for me, because I’m sure as hell not anyone’s hero. I run my life and my empire with an iron fist—until she knocks my tightly controlled world off its axis.

She’s nobody’s damsel in distress, but I can’t help but want to save her anyway.

I guess we’re about to find out if there’s a hero buried … beneath these scars.

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This is one of the best hate-fucking books I’ve read in a LONG time. Angry sex in the pool? check. Hate fucking in the kitchen? check. ‘Fuck you’ being screamed mid-orgasm? Triple Check. While Yve’s mind desperately wants to hate Lucas, her body has other ideas.

There is a new word for obstinacy and I shall call it Yvestinacy. That sounds a little bit like a disease, and I’m sort of sorry for that. But SERIOUSLY. Yve is incredibly stubborn, but I get it. She escaped the clutches of a terrible situation practically all by herself and she’s been relying on herself for so long she doesn’t know what it’s like to have support. Her scars run deep and are about to be ripped back open. I hated her pain but loved her triumph.

Lucas is a giant, muscular asshole who is equally scarred but beautiful. He’s really a dick. Completely and totally. If it’s not making him money, he doesn’t care. If he paid for it, he’s going to get his money’s worth. He takes charge and has control over every aspect of his life and he gets what he wants. Which is why when Yve tells him to go fuck himself, he’s both pissed and turned on.

The sparks between Yve and Lucas combust like the Big Bang, creating a new, stronger, version of each of them.  As Yve learns to trust and Lucas learns to let go, they have to deal with the hurdles being thrown at them and messing with whatever this relationship thing is.

Sexy and endearing, this modern day Beauty and the Beast tale made me fucking smile. Full of growls, demands, commands and hot as hell sex, I am all in when it comes to Lucas Titan. 5 stars!

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]

About Meghan March

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.

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Chapter 1


SWEAT DRIPPED INTO MY EYES as I bounced on the balls of my feet. Someone had to be calling out how much time was left in this round soon. My pride was on the line, and there was no way I would hand it over to Con Leahy. He’d already gotten the girl, and I wasn’t about to let him humiliate me in the ring in this piece-of-shit New Orleans gym too.

My muscles burned, but that was nothing compared to the heat of victory—or the sting of defeat. What had started out as a boxing lesson had quickly transformed into an all-out brawl for dominance and respect.

Only you would pay a million dollars to get your ass kicked, Titan. The voice in my head mocked me as I bobbed and weaved. But I hadn’t paid a million to get my ass kicked. I’d done it because that night at the charity auction I’d been drunk, pissed off, and determined to prove a point—he might’ve gotten the girl, but I was still the one with the power. I got a sick sense of satisfaction that every time Con bought something for his gym and these kids, he had to think of me.

I swung with another right hook. The blow connected with Con’s jaw and snapped his head to the side.

Yeah. That’s right. But my mental cheer came a moment too soon, and pain exploded in my left side.

Shit, that’s going to hurt tomorrow.

I stumbled back but threw myself forward again, shooting out my fist with an uppercut that knocked Con back a step. This was how it had gone for the last several minutes—trading punches and circling each other.

There was no love lost in this ring, that was for damn sure, and I was ready for this to be over. I would walk out of here with every bit of the respect I was owed. Fuck anyone who thought otherwise.

Con moved toward me and the circling started again. The cheers and chants from the crowd surrounding the ring in the old warehouse gym seemed to grow every time I glanced beyond the ropes. A flash of blond hair caught my eye as I stepped left and Con shifted to the right.


She threw her head back and laughed at something said by her redheaded friend, Elle. I turned my attention back to the man in front of me, but my focus wandered again when a huskier, sexier laugh echoed through the room.

My eyes strayed from Con for a second too long as I tried to track down the source of the laughter. Pain burst through my jaw, catching me by surprise, and I stumbled back into the ropes. Using their momentum, I shoved off to the side, my pride stinging from my momentary lapse in concentration. Embarrassed and now thoroughly pissed off, I surged forward and attacked.

One punch. That was all I landed before the bell rang, signaling the end of the round and my very expensive “lesson.”

I pushed off Con, and my knee might have slipped as I stepped back . . . and caught him directly in the balls. It was probably an accident. I huffed out a chuckle, but Con didn’t share my humor.

“Goddamn it!” he roared. “Are you fucking serious?”

It was like stabbing a bull with a matador’s sword, but I was ready for him. I jumped out of the way as Con charged, and shifted into a defensive stance when he swung.

“Should’ve expected a cheap shot from you, motherfucker.” Unrestrained anger flashed over his face as every shred of coaching mentality fled, along with that smug superiority he’d been giving me.

Good. You aren’t better than me, Leahy. I could buy and sell you a hundred times over.

He might’ve gotten the girl, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with her clean. I wanted blood.

“Should’ve expected you to strut around this ring like a fucking cock of the walk,” I shot back.

Con feinted and swung again, but I’d been studying his movements. I bobbed and weaved, and got the hell out of the way.

I threw my own punch as soon as I had a clean shot. It landed just below Con’s left eye, splitting the skin over his cheekbone and sending blood spattering everywhere.

The taste of victory was sweet. “First blood,” I said under my breath.

Apparently my words weren’t quiet enough because Con’s head snapped up and he glared at me with disgust, as if I needed to be put down like a rabid animal. “This ain’t a fuckin’ duel, you piece of shit.”

“It sure isn’t a friendly competition either.”

“Paid a million to get that cheap shot in, didn’t you?”

My lips twisted into a mocking smile. “I sure didn’t pay a million to have you show me up.”

Con dropped his hands and shook his head. “Just when I thought you weren’t a complete fucking asshole.”

“You were wrong,” I replied, turning for the ropes.

Con’s fists lifted and before I could react, one connected with my cheekbone. The instantaneous gush of blood told me I’d have a scar to match his, but it didn’t matter. One more scar wouldn’t hurt my banged-up face.

I roared as I charged, but I didn’t get the chance to retaliate. Shouts filled the room, and beefy arms wrapped around my body, holding me back.

“You’re not half bad when you’re not being a shady rich prick,” Lord’s voice said in my ear.

I lunged toward Con, but Lord’s grip only tightened. “Get your goddamn hands off me,” I growled at him.

Leaning closer to my ear, he lowered his voice. “When you calm the hell down and realize you’re making an ass of yourself in front of a bunch of kids and women.”

I glanced out to the crowd and read disgust on so many faces, including Vanessa’s. Like it mattered what a single goddamn person in this gym thought of me. I could buy and sell them all.

Lord was still holding me back when Con came toward us. He yanked his gloves off and wiped at the blood still dripping from the gash on his face.

“You’re also not half bad when you’re paying attention—and when you’re not throwing a knee into my nuts. But I think you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

I jerked at the arms trapping me. “Call off your dog, and I’m gone.”

“You ever want another round, it’s gonna cost you two million next time,” Con said.

“For another chance to make you bleed? I’d pay even more.”

Con nodded to his brother, and Lord let me go. The crowd had already started to disperse. The only person in the building who probably didn’t want to run me down in the parking lot was my COO, and arguably my friend, Ryder Colson. And he was nowhere to be seen.

Instead of Colson, I saw a group of women moving toward the door—Vanessa Frost in her white cotton dress, Elle Snyder in her yellow retro number, and two others I didn’t know. One looked familiar with tanned skin the color of honey, her hair in dark waves, and a curvy body displayed by a funky teal dress with hot-pink polka dots. She hooked her hands on her hips, and that husky laugh echoed through the room again. Apparently she was the one who had distracted me in the ring. My eyes didn’t move from her to take in the fourth woman.

Colson came up beside me. “Who knew there’d be so many hot pieces of ass in this shit warehouse?”

I turned toward him. “Give any of them a shot, and you’ll probably find yourself bleeding on the floor.”

Ryder shrugged off my comment. “Go get your shit. I’ll wait.”

He was gone before I could tell him he didn’t need to wait around for me. But then again, he was my only ally in a building full of people who undoubtedly would have preferred to see me KO’d on the floor of the ring. Just one more place I’d never be welcome.

Good thing I didn’t give a fuck.

I’d showed up, gone toe-to-toe with Con, and had taken back a piece of my pride. That was enough.

For today.

I was already thinking of hiring a trainer as I went for my bag.


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Review: Entangle by Veronica Larsen

Author: Veronica Larsen

Book: Entangle (Hearts of Stone #1)

Other books in series:

Entice (Hearts of Stone #2) – my review is here
Enamor (Hearts of Stone #3) – coming soon!

tl;dr recommendation: Entangle twists you in a beautiful mess and leaves you with a crooked smile. 5 stars!

Book Summary:

It begins small.
His smoky blue eyes strike hers until the air between them flickers.
Her whispered suggestion blows the spark into a flame.
A guarded heart. A relentless pursuit.
An insatiable chemistry that yields to a torrid affair.

Alexis Stone
I tried to do things the right way. I wore the big white dress and rode off with Prince Charming. Then Charming changed his mind. Some people rush to fill the holes left by their past, but I stripped my life bare. Right down to the essentials: Me, myself, and I. Now I’m thriving, running a successful company and I’m sure I’ve got everything I want. Enter Leo, a gorgeous, blue-eyed specimen of a man, who walks into my company and introduces me to a level of attraction that is inescapable, undeniable, and utterly consuming. I have two choices, I can either edge around the intense chemistry between us or plunge right through it until there’s nothing left. I’m done playing by the rules, but nothing can prepare me for what’s on the other side.

[A standalone romantic drama. First book in a series of interconnected novels. Contains explicit content.]

Longer Review:

Obstinacy meets persistence and boils into a steamy story of re-found love. I’m still swooning over Leo….sigh.

Alexis is one hard nut to crack. I’ve read books with characters who had some pretty steely shells, but damnit to hell – she takes the cake. Congratulations, Alexis. I have awarded you OWMS’ Bitch of The Year.

And yet. I loved her.


I could totally tell, even from the beginning, that behind Alexis’ aloofness and impassivity that there was a lurking insecurity and vulnerability that she had stomped down and was force feeding it the heaviest of guilt trips to stay DOWN.

Until Leo. When she meets Leo, who she technically hired since it’s her company and all, she admires him from afar but refuses to ever do more than that. Leo’s not the relationship type either, but he can’t fight his attraction for Alexis. He sees through her facade and wants to break down her walls. It is so fucking adorable.

If you’re not a fan of uncomfortable silences, you’re going to be uhhhh, uncomfortable. But as for me, I completely enjoyed every weird, awkward and romantic scene Larsen gave to me. The sex is outstanding, the writing flows easily and the characters are complexly simple. Entangle twists you in a beautiful mess and leaves you with a crooked smile.

This book pairs beautifully with book two, Entice – which you need to go read now because I snorted in the first three pages of that book. Just have a Veronica Larsen binge read session. GO FORTH.

5 stars – loved it!

[I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review]

Review: Passion’s Dream by Julie Shelton

Author: Julie Shelton

Book: Passion’s Dream (The Doms of Passion Lake #1)

tl;dr recommendation: hot as hell and insanely sexy! 4 stars!

Book Summary:

When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down. Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago. The woman with whom he felt an instant connection. The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.

Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she found her husband in bed with another woman. Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach. She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart? And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?

Longer Review:

I love a good stalker story. Does that make me sound like a lunatic? Meh. Don’t care. The suspense angle never fails to keep me right at the edge of my seat, flipping the pages to find out what happens. Passion’s Dream adds in a bit of Dom/sub flair and instalove so strong it could throw the earth out of rotation: all the makings of a sexy as hell, fun and easy story!

Did I mention that Clay is a Navy SEAL? Yup. If you weren’t in before, now you have no excuse.

Clay is hot. Really hot. His dominant nature is intense and commanding, but he knows that he can’t come on too strong to Leah for fear of losing the one woman he has ever felt such a deep connection with. He and Leah met three years ago on a beach, shared a serious moment, and then never saw each other again. However, they certainly haven’t forgotten about each other. When Clay is asked to become her bodyguard to protect her from her stalker-ex, he doesn’t care what strings are attached.

Leah drove me crazy. Like, I was willing to give her up to the stalker for a few chapters, but thankfully her insanity was fairly short-lived. She’s an instasub, which sort of bugged me, but I got over it. I wished that she would have accepted her feelings towards Clay a lot sooner than she did, but of course, it allowed for a lot of angsty scenes and for sexual tension to build.

Oh, and build it did. Clay doesn’t mince words and I would love to be on the receiving end of those dirty whispers. Passion’s Dream is hot as hell and insanely sexy. If you like your men dominant and cut, Clay does not disappoint. Overall, this is a passionate read with suspenseful drama and plenty of sex. 4 stars!

[I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review]

Blog Tour & Review: Laid Out by Sidney Halston

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Sidney Halston
LAID OUT (Worth the Fight #4)
Release Date: August 18, 2015


Growing up an Army brat, Violet Channing could never meet her dad’s high expectations. But in the eyes of her best friend, she could do no wrong. He even insisted that he should be her first kiss. Now Cain Sorensen is all grown up, hardened by years in special ops and always looking for a good fight. Tall, with striking blue eyes and impossibly blond hair, he’s a modern-day Viking warrior. Of course, Violet’s all grown up, too, and she’s ready to surrender to his every command.
Cain knows he’s bad for Violet. His work is dangerous, and his hobbies are downright deadly. As a private mercenary and a mixed martial arts fighter, he could never let such an innocent soul into his world. And yet his most grueling combat training is no match for Violet’s killer curves, hot touch, and suggestive glances. Now all of Cain’s most explosive fantasies are coming true—but once they cross the line between friends and lovers, there’s no turning back.


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*3.75 stars!*

Leave. Stay. Leave. Stay. OHMYGOD CAIN, YOU KILL ME.

Cain is a hot, sexy, and mentally fucked up former military man who is fighting for all the wrong things. He fights to numb his pain. He fights for a private military contractor to make money. But he won’t fight for Violet because he doesn’t think she could ever be his. Because she was his best friend’s fiance. OH, THE ANGST!

[Note: not sure if his name was intentionally referring back to the Cain & Able from the Bible, but I sort of loved the symbolism if it was].

Violet & Cain been best friends for years – until Violet’s fiance (and Cain’s best friend) is killed in action. Suddenly, Cain pulls away, buries himself in work and keeps himself far away from Violet – because he’s terrified he’ll throw himself at her if he sees her again. His love for Violet runs deeper and longer than anyone knows – but his guilt holds him back from letting himself explore his feelings.

Violet finds out that falling in love with your dead fiance’s best friend can cause serious problems. Especially because she isn’t even aware of the fact that she’s in love with Cain. Violet oscillates between being super insecure and overly confident, which was sort of annoying. But on the whole, she’s a nice girl who is overly forgiving and who can’t seem to move on with her life.

This one is angsty but pretty damn hot. Sidney works you up and then lets you stew. Quite a few times. I actually screamed out “BUT WHEN ARE THEY GOING TO BANG?!” at one point. Thankfully, my husband is used to such outbursts. They most definitely eventually bang. DON’T WORRY.

There are plenty of sweet moments to enjoy here, and most all of them occur when Cain let’s himself enjoy life, not focusing on the past and what can’t be changed. His inner struggle is evident and painful at times to read – and the miscommunication between them is just enough to make you whimper, but it doesn’t turn into a full out scream.

Laid Out has twists and turns that kept me guessing. It doesn’t hurt that I’m also a sucker for a man in uniform. This is a fantastic read for those who long for the angsty relationship with an undercurrent of sexual tension that’s poised to pop. ENJOY!

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]

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She was kicking a rock out of the way when Cain grabbed her hand and pulled her to a nearby tree, causing her to yelp as she struggled to keep her balance. At nineteen, Cain was thin and lanky—all limbs. She was still short and stumpy. He turned her around brusquely and pressed her back against a tree, the bark digging into her. She looked up at him and saw an intensity in his eyes she’d never seen before. His cheeks were flushed and the vein by his neck pulsed. Suddenly she became nervous. He’d never looked at her this way—the way the cute guys looked at the pretty girls.

Lately she’d felt flustered when Jeremy was nearby, with his mess of curly dark brown hair and dimpled smile. Feelings that hadn’t been there before were now creeping in. In fact, she could’ve sworn Jeremy had been flirting with her lately—complimenting her clothes and hair, brushing against her “accidentally,” inviting her to the movies without Cain around. But these brief flirtatious moments were with Jeremy. Not with Cain. Never with Cain. Cain was just her friend. A little gangly, a little quiet, a lot overprotective.

That was until now.

Suddenly there was an awareness that had never been there before.

When he licked his lips, her pulse sped up. A foreign feeling—desire—began to take root. He reached toward her hair, and she flinched a little before he tucked a stray strand behind her ear. The tender action surprised her. For the first time, she noticed how clear his blue eyes were, how his hair was so blond it almost looked white. All of a sudden, he didn’t seem like just this boy who was always around. Unfamiliar feelings began to erupt throughout her body. She felt her cheeks flame and her heart race.

When he finally spoke, his voice shook a little. “I’m your friend because I want to be your friend. Not because of your parents or your dumb threats. I don’t like it when you call yourself fat. You’re not fat.”

She nodded and murmured, “Okay.” She drew her lower lip into her mouth and nibbled as her wide eyes gazed at his. Cain reached over and pulled her lip out of her mouth. “You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question. He knew her well enough to be aware of her tells.

“I . . . uh . . . what are you doing, Cain?”

“I don’t want you to kiss just anyone to get it outta the way.”

Words failed her, so she just nodded again. There was a moment where neither spoke. He just looked at her as if trying to decide on his next move.

“I should be the first person you kiss,” he finally said as his tongue flicked out a little and wet his lips.

She gasped and looked up into his eyes nervously. His eyes never left hers, but his reddened ears and neck showed that he was also nervous. She too knew him well.

Like a fool, she bobbed her head up and down mostly because the words were stuck in her throat. It felt like he stared at her lips for an eternity until he finally leaned forward, causing her to press herself further back against the tree, her hands gripping the bark. He tilted his head to the side and she imitated the action.

Should I open my mouth? Leave it closed? What about my tongue? What should it be doing?

Softly, almost feather light, his lips brushed against hers. Her eyes instinctively closed tight, and she stopped breathing. It was less than ten seconds but it was forever. In that moment she fell into the category of girls who’d had their first kiss. She kept her eyes closed for far too long, and when she opened them he was standing upright, his face even more flushed. Her own tongue snuck out of her mouth to taste her lips. She swallowed and looked at him, her eyes as wide as saucers. What just happened?

Then, with the same intensity in his expression, he leaned back down, but this time he pressed harder against her lips causing her lips to part slightly. His body moved closer to hers, and then she felt his hands grip her waist and his tongue touch her lips before it moved into her mouth and brushed hers for a brief second, his fingers digging into her skin at her waist. She instinctively melded into him, her body seeking him out.

Again he moved away and looked at her. His expression never changed, and neither did hers. Her eyes were wide; she touched her lips, as if to determine whether the kiss had really happened. They just looked at each other, neither saying anything, her heart beating so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Finally she spoke and said the only thing that came to mind. “Wow, my cup runneth over,” she whispered. It was a phrase he teased her about constantly, but it was exactly how she felt: she could barely contain her happiness.

He chuckled, and the smile did her in: she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Hard. He wrapped his arms around her waist and walked them the half step back against the tree again. Their noses bumped. It was awkward, but as first kisses went . . . it was perfect.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Vi.” It was the last thing he said to her before leaving for war.

About Author

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USA Today bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives her life by one simple rule: “The secret of getting ahead is getting started” (Mark Twain). Or even simpler: “Just do it” (Nike). And that’s exactly what she did. At the age of thirty, having never written anything other than a legal brief, she picked up a pen for the first time to pursue her dream of becoming an author. That first stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love with writing. Halston lives in South Florida with her husband and children.

Website: http://www.sidneyhalston.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Sidneyhalston
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SidneyHalston
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6916557.Sidney_Halston

Blog Tour & Review: Find Me by Laurelin Paige


FIND ME is the HIGHLY ANTICIPATED sequel to FREE ME and the Conclusion of Gwen and JC’s Story



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Gwen Anders came to The Sky Launch to begin fresh, away from the horrors of her past. She fit in quickly, becoming good friends with her co-manager, Alayna Withers and the owner of the club, Hudson Pierce. Though the circumstances that brought her here were not the best, she’s never felt more at home.

But starting a new life means letting go. And there are some things she doesn’t want to leave behind – like JC, the man who taught her how to let loose. The man she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with. The man she doesn’t want to lose.

Now, with the reason she ran still a threat, Gwen fears she’ll never be able to move on completely. And if she does, can she still hold out hope that JC loves her enough to come and find her?



Hotly anticipated, Laurelin’s duet to Free Me more than lives up to the hype. When this appeared on my kindle I sort of majorly freaked out with excitement. And it was entirely well deserved.

At the end of Free Me, I was practically crumpled into the floor in a ball rocking slowly back and forth wondering HOW how how Laurelin could leave me in such a state for months. Needless to say, I was more than ready to dive into Find Me.

If I thought that the passion was intense before, I was mistaken. We pick back up with Gwen a year after JC goes into witness protection declaring that he will find her after the Trial of the Century is over and he’s safe once more. Gwen’s struggling to move on – and in truth, she hasn’t. She’s treading water, fucking Hudson’s brother to pass the time (yup. not a typo. also not a spoiler, you learn that in like the first two seconds, so calm down) and waiting for JC to return to her life.

And then he does.

And it’s awkward and angsty and uncomfortable and the tension buzzed through the pages so hard that my fingers were shaking.

Paige makes us work for it, but it’s absolutely worth it. There are a lot of surprises in this book, some of which made me want to throw my kindle and others that had me slapping a hand over my mouth to cover my gasp. JC’s just as smooth, in control, obstinate and utterly adorable as he was in Free Me, and his words will both set you on fire and have you swooning.

Gwen has grown by leaps and bounds from where she was, but she still struggles not to go numb when things start to go awry. Even as JC and Gwen finally solidify their love, they continue to hit roadblock after roadblock on their path to happiness. I was so nervous as the pages turned and things were getting more complicated, but then I’d be reminded: The love they have for one another is epic & timeless. This book is sweet, romantic, suspenseful and angst-ridden.

IT HAS EVERYTHING. No question, it’s going on my favorites list.

Find Me takes you to the edge and keeps you there, holding your pleasure – delaying your gratification – so when you finally get to the end, it’s so much better than you ever could have imagined. Grab a hold of your lady balls and get prepared to crash and soar on this crazy ride.

Gah! I love it I love it I love it!

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]



I grabbed my cell and checked the time. It was six-twenty-nine. I threw it in my purse and turned back to the mirror to give myself a pep talk. “We will not have sex. We will not have sex. We will not have sex.”

Jesus, I was so horny already, and I hadn’t even seen him yet. I’d thought about taking care of myself before JC got there but wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse. By the time I’d decided it would make it better, Ben was there, and now JC was ringing my buzzer.

“You look incredible,” he said when I opened the door.

I blushed as I gave him a onceover. He was dressed in khakis with a fitted shirt and a lightweight jacket. Lots of buttons, I thought. Which was a good thing, considering how damn good he looked. Had he always been that buff? “You do, too.” My thighs felt hot. Good thing I’d changed out of my pants.

I really should have pulled out my vibrator earlier.

“You brought flowers?” I’d been so taken by him I hadn’t noticed the small bouquet in his hands. Three red roses dressed with some smaller white bell-shaped flowers I couldn’t identify were wrapped in a red ribbon. I hadn’t expected it. “I didn’t know you were the kind of guy who brought girls roses.”

He shrugged with one shoulder. “I’m trying to impress you. I have a feeling this date is a test of some kind, and I want to make sure I pass.”

“Not a test,” I said dismissively. Though, wasn’t that what this was? A test to see if we got along as well outside the bedroom as we did inside? “But thank you. You do impress.”

I shifted my weight to one hip and flitted my glance between JC, still standing on the other side of the threshold, and the flowers in my hand. “I should put these in water.” But I wasn’t sure I was ready to invite him in. Because in meant we’d be closer to my bed. And my couch. And my kitchen counter. All of which were locations that could be tempting.

Really, I just shouldn’t be anywhere alone with him.

Either JC felt the same way I did or he could read my mind. “You can do that later. The plastic containers on the stems should last until we get back. And we should get going.”

“Perfect.” I set them on the console table behind me, relieved and nervous all at once. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and turned back to him. “Let’s go!”

In the hallway, he offered me his hand. I took it, then, there it was—the shock of his touch as his fingers weaved with mine. I let out an involuntary sigh, and with it bricks of tension fell from my body. Release. It shuddered through me as electricity sparked up my limb from where we were connected and spread throughout my body, and I wondered if this was what it felt like to melt. What it felt like to be frozen for so long and then, finally, to have the sun brush against cold ice, transforming it into something more fluid, something entirely different.

I glanced down to where we were joined, so overcome by how right it felt to be touching him in this simple way. When I looked back at him, I found his eyes pinned on me. His expression said he’d felt it too.

“You messed up, you know,” he said, as we started toward the elevator. “You were supposed to wear something that I didn’t want to rip off of you.”

My cheeks heated—actually, I wasn’t sure they’d ever cooled from the first blush he’d caused. “You said it would be impossible for me to wear anything that wouldn’t elicit that response. The only other choice was to go naked.”

“That would have been an excellent choice.”

“But not very practical.”

“I’ve never been a fan of practical.” He pushed the call button and the elevator doors opened immediately, the car likely still there from when he’d arrived.

We stepped inside, our hands still molded together. The doors closed, and I so badly wanted to turn and kiss him.

Instead I delivered the short speech I’d practiced since I’d woken up that afternoon. “I think I should tell you, I don’t have sex on first dates.”

“Wow. That’s…surprising. Considering we had sex before we’d ever even been on a date.” He squeezed my hand. “But, after you left me with blue balls this morning, I already figured out you’d turned into a prude.”

I laughed. “I’m not a prude. I’m cautious. And that’s nothing new. That’s always been me.”

“Yes, it has.” The short phrase was full of subtext, and I knew he was remembering how uptight I’d been when we’d first met. Icy. Frigid bitch.

“I’m better than I was,” I assured him.

He nodded. “I know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have given me even this much of you. And if you want to wait, then I can too.”

What I wanted was to push him against the wall and devour him.

But that was an in-the-moment want, and long-term, I wanted a relationship that was real and lasting. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

He leaned in close and, though we were alone, whispered in my ear. “I’m not going to say that I’m not dying to have you under me, Gwen. Because I am. But I’m dying to just be with you more.”

Despite the descent of the elevator, his words sent me floating. “You’re really good at that impressing thing.”

He gave me my favorite grin. “Who knew?”



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About the Author:

Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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