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Κυριακή, 31 Δεκεμβρίου 2017

HUGE sale from NYT Bestselling Author KIM KARR!

★★★ MAJOR SALE! ★★★
TEN BOOKS by Author Kim Karr​ are ON SALE NOW!
Each book is only 99c!

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available also on all platforms where the book is sold!

SALE IS THREE DAYS ONLY! 
Grab these books now before the sale is gone!

Celebrate the holidays with this HUGE sale from New York Times Bestselling Author KIM KARR! The books included in this epic sale are listed below: 
Blow
Crush
Turn it Up
Set The Pace
No Pants Required
Bedwrecker
Hollywood Prince
Sexy Jerk
Big Shot
Hot Stuff

AND DON'T MISS The Thing ABout Love!
An emotional and unforgettable new romance from New York Times bestselling author Kim Karr.
releases on JANUARY 3rd!

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Σάββατο, 30 Δεκεμβρίου 2017

SWEET ROMANCE series sale!

★★★ SALE ALERT! ★★★
Zoe Lee's Small Town Romances are ON SALE for only 99c each!
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FREE with #KindleUnlimited!

Chase Cade is as untethered as a kite without a string.

The minute she drives past the “Welcome to Maybelle” sign after six months traveling, she knows the quaint little town is something new entirely. It’s more than the good food and welcoming people -- with the exception of the gruff bartender she meets her first night out. 

Aden Riveau couldn’t be more rooted in Maybelle if he were an actual tree. 

In a town that caters to tourists, his bar is the only place the locals have all to themselves. Everyone knows him and he knows everyone, and nothing spoils his peace more than having to deal with nosy, gawking tourists who don’t stick around.

She’s only in Maybelle for a vacation, and he’s never taken a vacation in his life. He can’t stop thinking about how different she is, and she can’t stop trying to figure him out. But her reservation has an end, and his never will, unless he can find a way to pour his heart out.

Παρασκευή, 29 Δεκεμβρίου 2017

COVER REVEAL PACKET: War of Hearts by Julia Sykes

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This dark romance will entice & enrapture you! War of Hearts by Julia Sykes is releasing on January 30th CHECK OUT THE COVER! Genre: Dark Romance Menage
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I met Marco once, before the night he took me. He’d been dark and unquestionably dangerous, and alluring in a way I didn’t allow myself to contemplate. I’d clung to Joseph, looking to my first love to protect me from his intimidating best friend. Then Joseph left me, alone and broken; vulnerable to enemies I hadn’t known threatened me from the shadows. But it wasn’t his enemies I should have feared, since his best friend is the monster who abducted me. And when I wake up, taken and trapped, the man I love is by the monster’s side. Joseph says he can’t let me go. Marco says he won’t let me go. I’m theirs. About the Author: Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced coffee clutched in her hand (two pumps of mocha, liberal half and half). If she's not in Starbucks, you will find her with a glass of prosecco in hand, probably reading Harry Potter. Again. Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia's current and future projects at julia-sykes.com. Connect with Julia: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorjuliasykes/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/JuliaSykes193 Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/julia-sykes Website: http://www.julia-sykes.com/

Teaser Share: Spy by Maggie Carpenter

Spy: His Mission. His Orders. His Promise.An action-packed, super-sexy espionage romance
by Maggie Carpenter.
Release Date: January 4, 2018
Blurb:
A LOVER. A KILLER. A SPY.

Jumping to her feet and spinning around, Natalie Freeman stares in shock at the only man shes ever loved. Oliver Barton broke his promise and her heart when he left her behind, but astounded surprise quickly changes to fear. If her employer catches Oliver in her hotel suite theyll both be killed.

British secret agent Oliver Barton, searching for the strawberry-haired beauty for two years, was mortified when shed surfaced working for ruthless Russian gangster Victor Pichenko. An ancient Roman artifact believed to be carrying top-secret documents is in the hands of the evil psychopath. Olivers mission is to procure the priceless relic, but his priority is to rescue Natalie and win back her heart.

Can he pull off the dangerous operation while safely liberating the woman he loves?

James Bond move over. Theres a new secret agent in town. A man who sizzles between the sheets, has the instincts of a predator, and the cunning of
Machiavelli. If you enjoy a twisting plot, intriguing characters and espionage romance, youll love this book.

NOTE: Spy: His Mission. His Orders. His Promise, contains graphic sex,
bondage, spanking and violence.

Excerpt:

When we were separated I wasnt a monk, but you were always with me, always on my mind, I was always wishing I was with you.
Youve made me all gooey.
Like soft caramel? Then Ill have to eat you up, he purred, softly kissing her neck, but what was it you were thinking about when I walked in?
How amazing it is when we have sex.
We dont have sex. Sex is mundane, boring, yawnsville.
If its not sex what is it?

Its bodily obsession, he said huskily, moving his lips to her ear. Its all-consuming lust, its my devouring you, every part of you, your luscious body, your mind and your heart.

Πέμπτη, 28 Δεκεμβρίου 2017

Teaser Share: Big Daddy by Ava Sinclair

Big Daddy is an upcoming hot, sexy billionaire romance 
from Ava Sinclair.
Release Date: January 6

What did I do last night?
I remember going out.
I remember ordering drinks.
After that, nothing.
It's not the first time I've blacked out, but this time it's different, because of the man who found me, because of what I told him. Now he knows my secret desire. He knows I want a Daddy. He knows he can use my secret to make me obey him, to make me squirm with need.
I'm his little girl now, and his little girl is about to get it.

Teaser Share: Enticing Daphne by Jessica Prince

It’s easy to stop believing in happily ever afters when the man you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with abandons you right before your wedding day. After that disastrous event I decided that commitment was for suckers. I was young, successful, and in the prime of my life.
I didn’t need a man to make me happy.
Then an unexpected blast from the past came waltzing into my studio and decided I was a challenge he was more than willing to accept. The only problem is that he doesn’t remember he’s met me before.
He’s the ultimate playboy, determined to stop at nothing until he entices the hell out of me. But if Caleb McMannus thinks he can lure me in with his sinful looks and silver tongue, then he’s…probably right.

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TEASER SHARE: Deep by M. Malone & Nana Malone

Your next binge read is coming... #TeaserThursday
Deep by M. Malone & Nana Malone releases on January 8th!

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I am the ghost that haunts your dreams. I am a liar, a protector...a killer...I am death.

You think you know my story, but you have no idea. My death was just the beginning.

I’m a dead man.

In the years since I escaped the shadow organization that owned me, my vow to protect my family is the only thing that kept me alive.

Until I meet her.

Too bad I need the monster to protect her from the demons of her past.

Too bad she’s not that innocent.

Cliffhanger Warning: I know you want the whole story right now. But that's not how things went down. And I think you know by now when it comes to ORUS, things don't always go according to f*cking plan.

(The Deep Duet unfolds over the course of two books. Deep will be followed by Deeper, releasing on January 29th)

TEASER SHARE: A Perfect Fit by Zoe Lee

Are you ready for a sweet small town romance with feels?!
A Perfect Fit by Zoe Lee releases on JANUARY 4th!
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Two big hearts, one big messy ride.

Daisy Rhys is trying to sneak away from a wedding reception, when Dunk McCoy—the sexy high school football coach and guy known for a good time—comes to her rescue. He's sweet, nice and keeps putting his foot in his mouth. Daisy is totally delighted. Aquick rescue turns into a full on press of a different kind. Their chemistry is something different than Daisy has ever experienced but it looks like one-night was all that was meant to be.

The next morning, Dunk McCoy wakes up after the best sex dream of his life. But when his friends point out that he’s sporting ahickey, he’s adamant that his Cinderella could be perfect for him. He’s determined to find her, and his laughing, disbelieving friends are only too happy to send him on her trail.

Can he convince her that he wasn't just trying to score? Or will Dunk's attempt at true love be benched for good?

EXCERPT REVEAL PACKET: The Thing About Love by Kim Karr

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An emotional and unforgettable new romance from New York Times bestselling author Kim Karr. The Thing About Love releases on JANUARY 3rd!
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The whole stethoscope-and-white coat thing isn’t my cup of tea. I prefer a man with an artistic vein in his body. 9 - 5 hours. And I can definitely do without the half-lidded, sleepy bedroom eyes. (Okay, so those are kind of sexy.) Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t change the fact that he’s arrogant, cocky, and rude. Not that I care, but he’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with a quirky girl like me, which is why he said no. Turns out no isn’t an option. I have a quickie wedding to plan, and Dr. Jake Kissinger doesn’t have a choice. He looks at our situation like he’s stuck with me, but in reality I’m stuck with him. Stuck with his pouty mouth. His long, lean body. And stuck with those loose, low riding scrub pants. (Okay, so the doctor thing is growing on me.) When spending time together turns into more than it should, I know I’m in trouble. He isn’t supposed to make my heart pound. I’m not supposed to make him look twice. And we aren’t supposed to spend the night together. (Okay, so he has more than one artistic vein in his body, and other places.) Falling for him is definitely a mistake. Here’s the thing… Jake is unavailable, and I know it. Just not in the way you might think. I guess you can’t have your cake and eat it too. TTAL_TEASER4
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THE THING ABOUT LOVE By Kim Karr Copyright 2017 If a barn could be magical, this one was definitely enchanting. I was in a daze as I looked around. The rafters. The tables. The river. They all seemed to sparkle with a light I wanted to capture. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” The voice was deep and husky, but I was in my own world imaging what I could do with a place like this and not paying any attention. An elbow nudged me, and it wasn’t until then that I realized I was sweetie. Sweetie? Seriously, the man with the DR before his name couldn’t find something a little sexier in his vocabulary to call me? Sugarcakes. Honeypie. Cookie, even. “What’s that Chocolate Cake?” I smiled big and wide when I said it. Obviously, he was giving this little show all he had, so I figured I might as well, too. Ignoring my taunt, Jake draped an arm around my chair just as Shania Twain’s “Any Man of Mine” came bellowing through the speakers. When his fingertips brushed my shoulder, I wasn’t listening to the beat of the music though because butterflies took flight in my belly, and lower. I had to remind myself that this was part of the show, but still, I found myself having to squeeze my thighs together to sooth the ache his touch had ignited. “I was just telling George how much you love to dance. Especially square dance,” he said. I had been reaching for my water, and I practically spilled it when he said that. Was he out of his ever-loving mind? I didn’t know a thing about country dancing other than the fact that the word do-si-do had something to do with it. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Yes, big boy, I do like to dance, but you know I prefer to watch you line dance because you’re so great at it. Besides, don’t forget, I did hurt my ankle not that long ago.” His grin was beyond wicked. “You can be a klutz sometimes, but I seem to recall you assuring me your ankle was absolutely fine, and after I checked it out, I did concur with your self-diagnosis.” Ethel tapped George on the shoulder, and when he looked at her, she whispered something in his ear. “Did you say you wanted to dance, Jules?” George asked me over the music. Before I could say no, George was on his feet and standing beside me with his hand extended. “Would you do me the honor of having this dance with me?” Like I could say no now. He really was so sweet. Dr. Kiss, on the other hand, well he was the devil reincarnated. “I’d be delighted,” I said and glared at Jake as I stood. “Have fun, Sweetie,” Jake grinned. I bent to whisper in his ear. “While I’m gone, do you think you could come up with something to call me that doesn’t make you sound like you might be George’s age.” He narrowed that blue-eyed stare at me. Satisfied with that, I pivoted around and didn’t look back. The bridesmaids, in their short, peach dresses and cowboy boots, were having a blast stomping their feet and clapping their hands all while shaking their behinds and pressing their thumbs into their sides. How on earth were George and I going to dance to this? Thank God just when we reached the center of the dance floor, the music changed, and Tim McGraw’s voice came overhead. As Tim sang about how no one ever made him feel the way she did, George and I stepped into position. He took my hands and started to move, ballroom style. This type of dancing I knew how to do. “So,” he said, “When are you and Jake planning on getting hitched?” Up until now, I had been able to twist what I said so it didn’t sound like a blatant lie, but this question was pretty straightforward. “We haven’t decided yet.” Which was true. In fact, we hadn’t decided a lot. Like as a starting point, if we were friends or enemies. “I noticed you ain’t wearing a ring. He not gotten you one yet?” “That’s complicated,” I answered. And it was. He hadn’t gotten me one and he never would because he didn’t even like me, and after tonight, I was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to stand me. “Well, he’s a good man. Give him some time. He’ll come around.” Yes, he’d come around all right. Come around to telling me I was fired, which reminded me of Finn. Where had he gotten his information? I leaned back. “Is Labor Day weekend available for a wedding?” George started to laugh. “You’ll give the man a heart attack if you make him move that fast.” “Oh, I know, but just in case, is it?” “As a matter of fact, it might be. A lad called here today inquiring about it though, and I told him to come up and see the place before I reserved it for him. Since he ain’t shown, I reckon it could be yours.” “Good to know.” I winked. He raised a curious brow. I shrugged. “Just in case.” Yes, just in case I decided to come clean. And just in case I could figure out how this place was suitable for Rory. But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t. I nearly missed a step when I caught a glimpse of Jake leaning against the wall, watching us. He threw me off, and I had to order myself to tune back into George for the remainder of the dance. My lack of focus had to cease right now because the bottom line was that at the moment I couldn’t allow myself to be thrown off course. When the music ended, I stepped back and curtsied. “Thanks for indulging me.” George gave my hand a squeeze. “You and the Doc are really quite a couple.” “Thank you,” I told him, but I knew I should have been correcting him instead. I hated the lie, but I couldn’t undo it now, nor could I stop what he was doing. George had signaled Jake over, and he had started to move. All tall, dark, and handsome, he strutted my way with a cat that ate the canary grin on his face. I wanted to wipe it away—with my lips. No, I didn’t mean that. “It’s your turn,” George told him. “Oh, but he only likes to line dance,” I said. George laughed like it was a joke and strode toward his Ethel, who had started clearing the buffet table. “May I?” Jake asked, all debonair-like. “I don’t know, may you?” He shook his head. “Just give me your hands, will you? I’d hate to ruin George and Ethel’s night by admitting this was all a ruse.” “Grrr…You are so frustrating,” I said offering my hands. He laced his fingers in mine and drew me close. “Did you just growl?” With a frown, I placed my hands on his shoulders. “I did no such thing.” His hands fit my waist like they were made for me. “Yes, you did. And smile, they’re looking at us.” Forcing myself to keep the corners of my mouth tilted upwards was very difficult because I could barely breathe when he slid his thigh between mine. The crowd surged around us, and just like that, I forgot this wasn’t real. We were aligned thigh-to-thigh, belly-to-belly. If I turned my head, our mouths would be close enough to kiss. Silly thought. We moved together, and when my hands slid from his shoulder to cup the back of his neck, the edges of his soft brown hair tickled my knuckles. The heat of his skin was almost too much, as was the feel of his body so close to mine. When his fingers splayed against my back and lingered there, I could have sworn the music thumped in the pit of my stomach, my wrists, and especially between my thighs “What are you doing?” I asked. He moved closer to me. “I believe it’s called dancing.” “Are you still acting? Because if you are, George and Ethel are no longer watching us.” I whispered this in his ear. “Does it matter?” he answered back, and when he did his breath caressed my ear. “Do you want it to?” He pulled back to look into my eyes, his smile less bemused and his gaze bright. “Do you always answer a question with a question?” “Only when…I’m talking to you.” My hesitation sounded coy, but I hadn’t meant it to. Scared of something, but no idea what of, I said, “This place isn’t that bad. It just needs some more sparkle.” “Sparkle?” “Yes, like crystal chandeliers hanging from the beams.” He chuckled. “I don’t think crystal chandeliers are George and Ethel’s style.” “No,” I said. “We should probably go. You were right to begin with, this place isn’t appropriate for your sister’s wedding.” All of a sudden, the music ended, and before I could say another word, I was being pushed into a very grabby crowd of women. Oh, no! The bouquet toss. I had to get out of here. I bent down and crawled around, through, and practically under, a number of jumping cowboy boots. “One.” “Two.” “Three.” Rushing out of the side of the crowd, I stood up, and I could hardly believe it when the bouquet landed at my feet. Without thinking, I picked it up to throw it back into the crowd, but it was too late. “Oh Jules, you caught it.” It was Ethel, and she was escorting me to the front of the room. When I saw George leading Jake there as well, I wanted to end this charade. It was too much to handle. Having him so close was too much to handle. He was too much to handle. George and Ethel pushed us both together, and all of the girls started chanting, “Seal the deal. Seal the deal.” “What are they talking about?” Jake muttered. “Kiss her, Doc,” George clarified for me, and before either of us could step away from each other, George and Ethel were once again pushing us together. I landed against Jake’s hard chest. My mouth flew open in surprise, and a small sigh escaped. My lips were so close to his. Tantalizingly close. I wanted to close the distance so very much. He was breathing heavy, and I could see the muscle twitch at his temple, witness how tight his jaw was. Everything about him screamed he was holding himself back. We were both losing that battle though. Whether out of obligation, pressure, or need, his mouth came crashing down over mine, in the hardest, heated, and most demanding way. Oh, God, I wanted this. Wanted him. Especially when his tongue pushed inward, hot and sensual. It glided over mine as he licked at the roof of my mouth and swirled around my tongue in the most erotic dance. His lips were so soft. His mouth so hot. His possession unlike any I’d ever experienced. I could hear the catcalls, but ignored them all because he wasn’t simply kissing me, he wasn’t just sealing the deal, he was devouring me. In that moment, any other man I’d ever kissed faded away. No one had ever kissed me this way. TTAL_SmashedCake About the Author: Kim Karr is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Rochester, NY and now lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She’s always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, she wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. She went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise her family. Kim currently works part-time with her husband and recently decided to embrace one of her biggest passions–writing. Kim wears a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of her family. However, she always finds time to read. One of her favorite family outings was taking her kids when they were little to the bookstore or the library. Today, Kim’s oldest child is seventeen and no longer goes with her on these, now rare and infrequent, outings. She finds that she doesn’t need to go on them anymore because she has the greatest device ever invented–a Kindle. Kim likes to believe in soul mates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. She loves to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart. Link with Kim! Website: http://www.authorkimkarr.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKimKarr Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkimkarr Instagram: https://instagram.com/authorkimkarr/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6644044.Kim_Karr Amazon: http://amzn.to/2k8QjDi Newsletter: http://bit.ly/1RzcHz3

EXCERPT REVEAL PACKET: Sheltered Heart by Eva Charles

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Sheltered Heart by Eva Charles releases January 11!
Check out this sweet and spicy excerpt:
Sophie
I washed my face and fell into bed, but sleep didn’t come. My mind kept wandering to Max, and that not-so-little package below his belt that burrowed into my belly while we danced. Those thoughts did little to relax me.
With each breath, my nipples rubbed against the fabric of my camisole, the tips so sensitive it felt as though my pajamas were made of coarse sandpaper. After a little while, the heightened sensation began to trigger an urge lower, much lower. It had been ages since I’d danced with a man I wasn’t related to, and even longer since one caused a delicious ache between my legs. A headache was the only ache I’d gotten from a man in years.
Painfully aroused and unable to get comfortable, I boxed with my pillow, punching until I’d flattened it into submission.
What’s wrong with me?
It didn’t matter how blue those eyes were or how unbelievable his hands felt on my skin, I wouldn’t fall prey to the same mistake. I just couldn’t. Was my self-esteem still so fragile that I was only attracted to womanizers? Did I honestly believe they were the only type of man I deserved?
No, and no.
Despite what Eric wanted me to believe, I deserved a man who respected women—one who respected me. Max Parker wasn’t that man. He was the kind of man who took his pleasure and then moved on—nightly. Not your type, Sophie.
Tossing and turning, I worked myself into a huff, incensed that he’d accused me of dating Daniel for his money. Max didn’t know me, but tunnel vision had closed him off to any other possibility. Instead, it led him to the precipice of a ridiculous conclusion, and then he leaped right in, like an impulsive child. His rude behavior reminded me of the way my cousins acted when my sisters and I brought home dates, but even more pathological. Hard to believe it was even possible.
I’d let him get under my skin, let him irritate me to the point where I lost every bit of composure and called him an ass. But I refused to feel bad about that. He deserved it. Besides, it was true. He was an ass—a drop-dead gorgeous, self-absorbed ass, one who had just enough swagger to leave me needy and wanting.
hands felt on my skin, I wouldn’t fall prey to the same mistake. I just couldn’t. Was my self-esteem still so fragile that I was only attracted to womanizers? Did I honestly believe they were the only type of man I deserved?
No, and no.
Despite what Eric wanted me to believe, I deserved a man who respected women—one who respected me. Max Parker wasn’t that man. He was the kind of man who took his pleasure and then moved on—nightly. Not your type, Sophie.
Tossing and turning, I worked myself into a huff, incensed that he’d accused me of dating Daniel for his money. Max didn’t know me, but tunnel vision had closed him off to any other possibility. Instead, it led him to the precipice of a ridiculous conclusion, and then he leaped right in, like an impulsive child. His rude behavior reminded me of the way my cousins acted when my sisters and I brought home dates, but even more pathological. Hard to believe it was even possible.
I’d let him get under my skin, let him irritate me to the point where I lost every bit of composure and called him an ass. But I refused to feel bad about that. He deserved it. Besides, it was true. He was an ass—a drop-dead gorgeous, self-absorbed ass, one who had just enough swagger to leave me needy and wanting.
Maybe my sisters were right. Maybe I needed to stop hiding behind my work and make a concerted effort to start dating again. It was the last coherent thought I had before my fingers slid down my belly.
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Max
It had been a banner night. First, I wrongly accused a woman I just met of using her body to extort money from my father. And even after I groveled, she continued to ridicule me, showing absolutely no mercy. She practically accused me of being a monster who preyed on young women because I had something to prove. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Yes, it’s true I preferred younger women, but it’s because they normally expected less from me. Friends with benefits was a concept they appreciated.
The last thirty-something-year-old I went out with, Sharrin, informed me—right before she threw a bookend at my head—that I was the perfect date: a hard-to-get theatre ticket, an exclusive dinner reservation, an attentive lover, generous with my money and my body—and then she picked up the bookend and let it rip like a major league pitcher, shrieking that I was an emotionless bastard who would die alone, surrounded by nothing but empty whiskey bottles.
She was partially right. I guarded my heart closely, gave it to no one. But I also never promised anyone anything more than a good time. Still, there were women like Sharrin who thought they could change me. Women who were old enough to know better. Over time I learned to avoid them, no matter how tempting.
When I put my mind to it, there’s no one more disciplined than I am. It’s how I achieved success in business so quickly. Not much rattled me, at least outwardly, but Sophie Clayton and that business with my father threw me for a loop tonight. Or maybe it was just Sophie who had gotten to me. She’d pushed every single one of my buttons—again.
The more I thought about it, the less I liked it. Now I just wanted to sleep and erase all memory of her. But my mind and body conspired to keep me awake, tossing and turning, while the minutes became hours. I tried to take the edge off, but it didn’t do a damn bit of good. All I could think about was how she smelled, and how good she felt in my arms while we danced. And how she’d feel clenched around my throbbing cock. Unfuckingbelievable, if anyone wants to know.
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About Eva Charles
Eva Charles is the author of the multi-titled Meadows Shore Series that chronicles the lives and loves of the Clayton-Harrington family. She invites you to visit their beloved Meadows Shore nestled in the charming seaside town of Fair Harbor, where you will enjoy love, laughter, loyalty, and an abundance of mouth-watering food, Portuguese style. After being a confirmed city-girl for more than thirty-five years, Eva moved to beautiful Western Massachusetts in 2014. There, she found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkeys, deer, and coyotes roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she'd been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into a romantic tale. When she's not writing, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons, or playing with the two cutest dogs you've ever seen, Eva's creating chapters in her own love story.