Winnie is content in her role as the
reigning matriarch of Smithville, but when a letter arrives from a long-lost
friend, the door to her past is reopened. Memories come flooding in, drawing
her back to 1968, her college days; a time filled with people and events she
hasn’t allowed herself to recall.
Tara knows her husband, Justin, is up to something. She may be crazy busy running her inn and trying to manage little Bella, but her gut tells her there’s more to Justin’s busy schedule than just work, and she’s determined to find out what it is.
Join in the fun as Smithville’s leading ladies unite in this charming, must-read novel filled with love; past, present, and future.
Kirsten grew up in the Western US and graduated from high school in 1984. She married soon thereafter and quickly built a family. With three young children and number four on the way, she returned to college in 1992. Her career as a draftsman included many settings ranging from a steel fabrication shops to prestigious engineering firms. Balancing family life with the workplace forced her to become the queen of multitasking. In 2001, bored with the cubicle life, she moved on to teach drafting in technical college, then to open her own consulting firm teaching 3D engineering software. Due to health problems, Kirsten retired in 2012 to travel with her husband for his job. She now works writing romance novels and enjoys spoiling her three grandchildren. Since 2017 Kirsten has lived and worked full time in a 40′ travel trailer with her husband and her little dog Bingo.
The Best Book I’ve Read This Year! I just finished it and I loved it! It has more twists and turns
than a roller coaster. This book would
make an amazing movie, but the book will always be better. I can’t
wait to see what she writes next! – Rena, five-star review on Amazon.
From two-time Book of the Year finalist and
Thriller of the Year Award winner Kathleen O’Donnell comes a gripping psychological
thriller filled with quirky, unexpected twists.
A girl in
Delilah Diamond had it all, the popular cooking
show, a dream house, and a great romance with her producer, until the
producer’s wife gets wind of it all. Delilah loses her show, her job, and her
house. She’s forced to go back to her hometown where everyone has skeletons in
their closet—or worse.
A home not
like any other
She arrives just in time for the unfortunate death
of her high school crush, but senses something’s wrong with the story of his
demise. Before she realizes it, she’s knee-deep in a past that almost crushed
her years before, and could very well crush her now, for good.
A mother who
keeps sordid secrets
Local law enforcement is a homegrown drunk, and
useless, so someone higher up the food chain sends a big city detective who
starts sniffing around her classmate’s suspicious death and her mother’s past.
Delilah’s protective hackles are raised. She knows her mother has shameful
secrets, but the more she learns, the more she realizes she doesn’t know the
that comes together, even in crime
In small towns, you protect your family and your
neighbors come what may, but will Delilah be able to protect her mother without
exposing her own sins? The ones she worked so hard to cover up? Will she be
able to deter the detective away from the truth?
You can’t go
home again. Or can you? Should you? How safe is home when you know where the
bodies are buried?
Home is ultimately a story about
love, family, loyalty and circling the wagons no matter what terrible crime’s
been committed. It’s quirky, heartfelt, and reminiscent of Dolores Claiborne
and the works of Kate Atkinson, Jane Hamilton, and Janet Evanovich.
is a wife, mom, grandmother and a recovering blogger. She currently lives in
Nevada with her husband. She is a two time Book of the Year finalist for her
debut novel The Last Day for Rob Rhino. You can find short stories and blog
posts on her website.
When an expert Demonologist meets a Reality Show Producer on the
Ghost Hunting Show Finders, sparks of true love fly so brightly even the Devil
Demonologist, Luke Melloy has seen the face of pure evil. He’s
fought it and sent it back to hell. It’s what he does. To Claire Westin, ghosts
and demons are just great television and good for ratings. When faced with the
truth Luke has seen, her reality is turned upside down as the two are swept
into dire straits moments after they meet. Desire sparks between the unlikely
pair, throwing their hearts into chaos with a love neither expected nor wanted.
When the Demon targets an unsuspecting Claire with his wrath, Luke finds his focus split between his oath to God and the awakening of his heart. Together, can they face the ancient evil and defeat it or lose everything?
and Claire watched Grant, and the doctor attempt to engage Kelsey. The teenage
girl sat still, her gaze fixed on Claire.
come here,” Luke said motioning for Claire to join him on the other side of the
complied. Luke watched the girls’ eyes track Claire’s movement like a hunter
tracking its prey.
Claire gasped, and Luke focused.
usually clear eyes were fogged. He took her hand and discovered she was cold to
the touch, as cold as when he’d pulled her out of the well.
focus on me,” Luke said, squeezing her hand and knocking on the window between
the rooms. A tingling sensation pulsed through Luke’s body. Consciously pushing
the energy to Claire, he drank in the experience while taking deep breaths.
Claire’s eyes cleared, and her hand warmed. “Better?”
nodded. At the same moment, the door opened. Grant entered the small room, his
eyes immediately focusing on their joined hands. “Is everything okay?”
I just got a little light-headed,” Claire said, releasing Luke’s hand.
shot a look at Grant. “How did it go in there?”
opened her eyes, and we thought we were getting somewhere, but then we lost it.
Not sure what happened.”
might know,” Luke said.
shot him a deadly look.
explained what happened in the observation room.
only one way to know for sure,” Grant said, looking at Claire.
need to test the theory,” Luke replied.
putting the stimulus back in the equation. First in the observation room, and
then in the room with Kelsey,” Grant said.
not serious?” Claire replied, turning away from the men.
if Kelsey is attracted to you for some reason, we have to investigate and see
where it leads,” Grant replied.
ran her hands through her hair. She stood silent for a moment before turning
and meeting Luke’s eyes. She seemed to be searching for something. An
acknowledgment or reassurance? He couldn’t give anything to her and looked
there’s something you need to know,” Grant said.
stomach dropped. Listening to Grant explain to Claire what had happened at the
hospital when they found her in Kelsey’s room made him physically ill. He kept
his focus elsewhere, not wanting to watch Claire’s reaction to the news. The
incident was his fault. He should be able to protect her.
Claire said. “Yeah, okay, let’s see what happens.”
turned, seeing the determination in her eyes.
returned to Kelsey’s room and quietly informed the doctor Luke would be
entering the room next, then stepped into the hallway and motioned to Luke. The
two men switched places.
stepped in, noting how cold the room felt compared to the hallway. “Hello,
Kelsey, my name is Luke Melloy. I want to speak with you about Crestwater
Church.” The girl lay motionless. “Kelsey, can you hear me? We’re here to help
you, but you have to tell us what happened. We went to Crestwater. I gotta tell
you, Kelsey, the church is a pretty creepy place. I would understand if you’re
hesitant about sharing your experiences.” Luke took her hand. “Kelsey, you’re
safe here in the hospital. Surrounded by people who are here to help you
through this trauma.”
door opened. Grant walked into the room, followed by Claire. Luke shook his
doctor audibly sighed, “I want to thank you for trying. Your help is sincerely
is our pleasure,” Luke replied, watching Claire and Grant approach the
lay quietly, the shadows of her face dark and haunting despite the harsh
hospital lights. Luke watched her closely while alternating his focus on
looked to Grant and then Claire. Claire exhaled a deep breath, the warmth of
her breath mixing with a sudden iciness in the air. He switched his focus to
Kelsey, whose eyes opened. The skin of her expression tightened against the
bones of her face. Her eyes stared out with a menacing black glare. The room
filled with the stench of death and sulfur.
Luke said. A guttural, yelping laugh of malevolent spite and rage emanated from
the thin girl’s physical form. “Who are we speaking with, if not Kelsey?”
who is not him or her. He who will make the dripping climax of blood at your
feet,” the Demon within Kelsey replied, licking its lips while looking at
unearthly scream filled the room. Claire. Her face ashen and eyes wide in
terror, she stumbled back. Grant moved to catch her, and Luke re-focused.
and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, I appeal to your holy name, humbly begging
your kindness, that you may graciously grant me help against this unclean
spirit now tormenting this creature of yours, through Christ our Lord.”
her, Luke. Save her as you did Daniel!” the Demon cried. The room shook, the
armor myself today with the power of the Most Holy Trinity, in the oneness of
God, Creator of the universe. I armor myself today with the baptism of Christ,
His crucifixion and resurrection, His ascension and glorious second coming.”
is no hope for her light! It is already marked with the seed of Belial!”
armor myself today with God’s guidance to direct me, God’s might to sustain me,
God’s wisdom to instruct me, God’s word to give me speech, God’s shield to
protect me, God’s army to defend me, against the snares of demons, against the
lure of vices, against all who plot me harm.”
quinquaginta animas sedem formabis radicibus!” the Demon spat out with a low
quickly as the episode began, it ended. Luke checked the room. Claire stood
shielded within Grant’s protective arms, while the doctor huddled in the corner
of the room.
Romine has always wanted to be one of the good guys. From playing Charlie’s
Angels in the backyard of her Macungie, PA home as a child to the pages of her
unending projects, Amy has always dreamed of adventure and romance. Her need to
make the characters truly deserve their happiness takes us on many a twisted
journey. From serial killers to demons, Amy holds nothing back in the name of
true enduring love.
A mother of three, Amy has spent the past sixteen years working in Operations
for Ricoh America’s Corporation. She is an avid movie fan and enjoys books,
television, theater, her dog Pip and all things romance.
bought men from a prison to fulfill their every need. What could possibly go
wrong with such a simple little purchase?
WARDS OF THE WOMEN introduces three desperate girlfriends who, on the surface, appear to have it all, but underneath are in the midst of various crises. Mysterious deaths, extortion, straying husbands and illegitimate children have suddenly overtaken the lives of Violet Christianson, Shayne Wentworth, and Fifi Gentry. Eventually, when Violet becomes fed up with all of their circumstances, she does what any sensible woman would do—blackmails the state prison warden into letting each of them buy an inmate from the jail for their own personal fulfillment. But never in their wildest dreams did they imagine all the chaos that would ensue from a simple little purchase…
Violet Christianson was a woman who knew what her name meant to most. Perfection. Everyone either wanted her, wanted to be her, or simply wanted her to go away.
herself to be the most beautiful woman on her block, and never missed an opportunity
to ponder her stunning image. At five-eight, she kept her lean, size two figure
draped in outrageously expensive designer clothing at all times. Her dazzling,
widespread hazel eyes were framed with long, lush lashes. Her retroussé nose
had finally been perfected after several invasive surgeries. Her soft, plump
lips accentuated high cheekbones when they puckered. Her raven hair swung so
low that she could practically sit on it.
Elliot, was rich. The richest man on the block, to be exact. Elliot worked as a
real estate developer and closed more big-money deals than a little bit. As a
result, he allowed her to spend his money on whatever she wanted, and whenever
she wanted. As he should have, considering how unsightly he was. Elliot’s
pockmarked skin, hair plugs, bifocaled eyes, rat-like teeth, pot belly, and
squat body were enough to send most into hysterics the moment they laid eyes on
him. But Elliot was wise enough to hide his ghastly appearance behind his vast
fortune. So by the time people noticed his looks, they’d already been so
blinded by his Benjamins that his ugliness became a blur. Which is
exactly how he said he wanted it.
Violet’s house was big.
The biggest house on her suburban block, to be exact. It boasted a huge great
room, six bedrooms, eight bathrooms, an Olympic-size pool, and even a room
designated just for gift wrapping. The house had been designed by Jacques Lolique,
interior decorator to the stars, which meant that her contemporary décor was
nothing short of flawless—as was the house’s appearance, which was constantly
being serviced by a small army of workers.
To top it all off,
Violet was smart. Smart enough to have earned a doctorate in psychiatry. But
rather than open a high-end practice and service the rich and famous, she’d
gone with her heart and decided to work with inmates at the local state prison.
Violet Christianson. Beautiful, lucky, and charitable. All the reasons why most people either wanted her, wanted to be her, or simply wanted her to go away.
Denise N. Wheatley is a
lover of romance, happy endings and the art of storytelling. She’s best known
for her chick lit novel I WISH I NEVER MET YOU, which was published by Simon
& Schuster in 2004. She has since traditionally published several novels
and novellas, including contemporary, suspense and paranormal romance. She
strives to creative characters who are strong, colorful and relatable, and tell
entertaining stories that embody matters of the heart.
Denise received a B.A. in English from the University of Illinois at Chicago, the city where she was born and raised. She’s written screenplays and ghostwritten for some of your faves, and when she’s not sitting behind a computer, you can find her in a movie theater, on a tennis court, watching true crime television or chatting on social media.
Author Cass Ford wants to promote sex positivity! Read on to find out more and hear about her latest book!
The Fifty Shades trilogy opened the doors for erotic romance writers and readers like me, but there’s still plenty of shame surrounding women, sex and porn. With Prince of Sin, I wanted to continue the momentum. So I investigated the adult entertainment industry to learn more. What did I discover?
Grimmer aspects, like
inequality or the prevalence of scammers
Above all, porn is a business
Using my research, I created a fictional
porn world to tell a playful, sultry love story. If you’ve ever viewed or read
porn, I think you’ll enjoy it and hope you’ll check it out. But above all,
instead of shame, I want women to feel pride. Sex is natural. Porn can be
beautiful and pleasurable. So let’s discuss it! I definitely don’t have all the
answers. But instead of suppressing or hiding our primal desires, let’s talk
about sex (baby).L
PRINCE OF SIN – BOOK BLURB
When savvy gossip vlogger Morgan
Sidney gets assigned the breakup of porn’s most illustrious couple, she strikes
a deal with her boss—if she scores an exclusive, she’ll get promoted. So when
the famous and flirtatious Prince of Sin offers to fulfill her three wildest
sex fantasies, Morgan must decide whether she’ll keep things professional or
surrender and explore her sensual side.
As someone who despises the media, why is Chase Prince spending time with a
reporter? Clearly, he’s intrigued. But can a scorched sinner—and the biggest
smut star around—let a fierce civilian enter his domain?
Prince of Sin takes readers beyond Tinseltown’s glossy Hollywood Hills to
Silicone Valley—for a behind-the-scenes look at a sometimes bleak, always
Cass Ford began creating
smoldering male protagonists when she was five years old and convinced her aunt
that she had a hot and heavy kindergarten boyfriend. In grade school, she
penned tales on her parents’ typewriter and by middle school sold her own love
and gossip magazines to friends. As a preteen at sleepover camp, Cass often
told playful, steamy bedtime stories to her bunkmates.
After earning her Bachelor of Journalism degree and
several TV/film certificates, Cass continued to hone her passion for
storytelling as a television development producer. Born and raised in Canada,
she now resides in California.
Drowning in bad luck, Cari
doesn’t know where to turn when the unexpected happens. A loyal customer at her
Key West café has left her an inheritance. She hopes for cash to save her
restaurant but receives an old brass bottle that looks like a sex toy…and has
At six-four, he’s built like
a gladiator, has looks to die for, and oozes sexuality. He’s also a jinn.
Color her enthralled and
excited. Besides being one hot dude, he grants wishes, right?
Not for her. Ironclad
tradition demands he serve men, not women. Of course, if she wants to get down
and dirty with him, he’ll gladly oblige.
Let the battle of the sexes begin. Before long, their differences fall away as they indulge in every lusty desire, while falling hard and fast. Ah, paradise. Until trouble arrives, threatening to pull them apart forever…
She couldn’t wait a second
longer and twisted the knob to open the container.
The top didn’t budge.
She tried repeatedly until
she was breathless and sweating.
The fucking thing wouldn’t
turn. The nicks and dents she’d noticed earlier proved to be pry marks around
the top that resembled the crown on a man’s cock.
“Crap.” She wasn’t equipped
to break this thing or saw it open.
After searching her kitchen
for something to use, she settled on rubber gloves to add traction to her grip.
With her thighs holding the bottle, she wrenched the top as hard as her
The knob not only loosened,
but flew off—similar to a cork on a champagne bottle—and hit her wall, denting
There goes my security
By itself, the bottle
trembled between her thighs, the metal growing warmer. Not an unpleasant
feeling, but fucking weird.
Appalled, she flung the
container on her table.
It thudded dully against her
purse and shook violently.
“Shit, shit, shit!” The damn
thing was going to blow. Her spicy, rich cooking must have pushed Ethyl into an
earlier grave than she wanted, and this was payback. Terrified, Cari dropped to
her knees, desperate to crawl to the door and outside. Frozen in horror, she
hunkered behind a chair for protection.
Gold-and-black smoke poured
from the bottle.
I’m going to die.
Hard rain struck the windows,
but they didn’t blow out from an explosion.
Rather than the smoke rising
to the ceiling, it curled in a slow spiral then drifted away from the table to
Shuddering, she crab-walked
away from it.
The smoke followed and took
Feet appeared first, at least
a size fifteen, the toes well-formed and long. Muscular calves and thighs
materialized next, dark hairs hugging them, the complexion olive.
She stopped edging back and
leaned forward instead.
Upper thighs and narrow hips
emerged, a startling-white fabric tied around the groin area, the ends hiding
the good stuff. Not a loincloth exactly, more like a scarf exposing a rock-hard
The abs and chest were no
different, each sculpted, the small nipples a dark brown shade, similar in
color to refried beans. The pecs quivered on each new breath. However, there
was no navel.
This can’t be happening.
She raised her face.
The smoke broke apart,
floated to the ceiling, and disappeared.
Leaving a thirtysomething man
standing before her.
He opened his lushly lashed
Her breath caught. His irises
were closer to gold than hazel, his shoulder-length brown hair thick and wavy,
stubble outrageously sexy, mouth sensuous, one dark eyebrow arched at her.
He planted his hands on his
Holy fuck. A gladiator couldn’t have
owned more muscles, though they weren’t overdone like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s,
but totally male.
Her pussy creamed.
An odd reaction since this
couldn’t be real.
When the knob flew off the
bottle, it must have ricocheted off the wall and hit her head, causing her to
hallucinate this, or rather, him.
Only one way to find out. She
grabbed his calf. Its brawn and heat made her ears buzz.
Grinning lewdly, he flexed
his muscles and pressed into her touch.
This was no dream. She snatched
back her hand. “Who-who-who-who—” She shivered so badly, she couldn’t speak,
but had to. “Who are you? What are you?”
His eyebrows shot up to his
hairline. He lifted his chin. “You, a mere woman, dare to question or demand
anything from me?”
“Huh?” Not liking his sexist
attitude, she scrambled to her feet. At five-seven, she couldn’t match his
height. By her guestimate, he topped out at six-four and was the most perfect
man she’d ever seen, except for his patronizing gaze. Precisely what she didn’t
need. “Again, who or what are you? This is my place. My kitchen. Not yours.
“I answer only to my master.
Go on.” He gestured her away as Antonini had. “Fetch the man in charge.”
As if. Before she could slug him,
he pivoted and regarded her kitchen warily, as a one-percenter would, seeing
only how small and simple it was.
She couldn’t have cared less
if he found her digs lacking.
He next focused on her
If he gave them a pissy look
or said one unkind thing about her cooking, he wasn’t long for this world, even
if she didn’t know how to off him.
Bent at the waist, he sniffed
the treats and licked his lips.
Holding one buñuelo between his thumb and forefinger, he examined the fried dough carefully, licked the contours, then popped the treat into his mouth. As he chewed, his lids slid down and he moaned the way guys do during orgasms.
After her latest dating disaster, legal clerk Kerry Roberts decides to give up on finding the man of her dreams. In jest, her eldest son suggests she find a Sugar Daddy. Curious about the type of man willing to pay for companionship, she signs on to a web site dedicated to helping women connect with men-of-means.
Burned by a woman only after his money, corporate attorney Grayson Nichols doesn’t understand why several of his clients enjoy the price of paying for companionship. To check out the hype of a recommended website, he creates a profile, not imagining he’d come across a woman not fitting the usual profile, and yet expressing her intent to have a man take care of her. Grayson is determined to teach her a lesson—money can’t buy happiness.
After their first meeting, Grayson finds himself intrigued by and attracted to Kerry. He switches tactic and proposes an unusual arrangement. Will their unique approach to a relationship work, or will they let old wounds prevent them from finding what money can’t buy?
When money can’t buy happiness, love will always sweeten the deal.
If you love second chance at love romances, motorcycles, and a hero who’s HOT, dominant, and tender then check out Sensual Stranger, my erotic contemporary. Zach and Toni’s love story earned a Book of the Year award!
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his life she came—wanting…willing…wanton
no ordinary morning when Toni Starr arrives at Zach’s garage. Flat broke, with
a past she won’t share, Toni’s instantly taken by such a potently virile man.
Direct and unashamed, she tells him she’s a motorcycle performance artist who
needs work and knows motors.
knows women, and Toni’s unlike any he’s met. Lushly sensuous, exceedingly
assured, she’d easily be his match in business and bed. A provocative challenge
that stirs him as nothing has since losing his wife. A chance he’s reluctant to
take, offering no more than a month’s employment, then she’ll have to be on her
The hours tick by. Each word and glance intensifies their denied yet escalating desire, forcing them to surrender to passion. Driven by carnal hunger, conquered by yearning, they face the unforeseen truth of Toni’s past and a future neither of them expected.
The door clicked then swung
inward, steam drifting out.
Unaware of his presence, Toni looked behind herself at something in the bath.
Her skin glowed from her shower and smelled of soap rather than her cologne.
Her stretchy blue camisole and plaid boxer shorts clung to her damp flesh.
Zach’s heart beat violently. The tee slipped from his hand.
He told himself to pick it up and race downstairs before she saw him.
His legs refused to move.
Moisture dripped from her freshly washed hair and rolled down her temple to her
cheek. Her thin satin strap fell over her shoulder.
Ignoring it, she lifted a brush to her hair, turned, and froze. Her gaze
slipped down his naked chest, paused at his fly, and settled on his erection.
Desire quickly replaced her surprise. Her lips parted. A gentle breath spilled
out. She looked at him, her gaze receptive and yearning.
He slipped his hand behind her neck and pushed her into the door.
The wood smacked the doorstop and vibrated, matching the sounds from his
Toni dropped her brush. It tapped across the linoleum.
Her skin was so ungodly hot, Zach thought he might die. He captured her mouth
and drove his tongue inside, filling her as much as he could, his kiss savage,
uncivilized, and punishing for making him wait…for making him want.
She suckled him deeper, her mouth tasting of peppermint toothpaste and female
lust. She ran her palms up his pecs, wreathed her arms over his shoulders, and
dug her nails into his back, imprisoning him with one leg wrapped around his.
Roused beyond control, he ground his stiffened cock into her mound and angled
his mouth for greater penetration.
They made sloppy, lewd, joyous sounds, telling each other and the world they
were alive, they deserved this, kissing brazenly for what might have been
minutes. When the initial fury ebbed, their passion turned tender and
exploring, stoking his desire even more.
Toni melted into him, her chest pumping with her strangled breaths.
Obsessive need sliced through him. He tore his mouth free, heaved air, and
stepped back, forcing her leg from around his.
Wearing a disapproving look, she glanced at the space separating them then him
pulling her arms from his shoulders.
She slumped. “What are you doing?”
“Shh.” He imprisoned her wrists in one hand, lifted her arms above her head,
and held them to the door. The wood shimmied again. On a rough breath, he
pushed her camisole up, exposing her right breast.
A faint sound rose from her throat, sounding like pure pleasure.
His legs went rubbery. Dizziness hit so hard he had to lower his head to stop
it. Her nipple was a paler pink than he would have guessed, tight and puckered,
waiting for his mouth.
He made his first lick unhurried, his tongue skimming the hard bud. His next
was hungered, his laps exploring the bumpy areola and the creamy skin beyond
Air whooshed from her. She sagged against the door.
He tightened his hold on her wrists and cupped her breast, loving its weight
and warmth, then drew her nipple into his mouth, sucked hard, soft, then hard
again, incapable of settling on either. He wanted to fuck her raw on the
bathroom floor, take her to the guest bedroom, tie her to the bed, and do
things with her he’d done with no other woman.
Finished with her nipple, he slanted his mouth over hers, accepting her tongue
and pulling it deep. He slid his hand over her boxer shorts and cradled her
mound. God, God, God. His ears rang from too much desire. Perspiration broke
out on his chest.
Toni moaned indecently, encouraging him to do more.
He dipped beneath the thin cotton fabric and touched her damp curls.
She spread her legs.
Good girl. As far as he was concerned, they could spend the entire day
The third and final book in the series is now available at eXtasy Books and all online retailers!
Two hearts tumbling together through love and life.
Anna Fortier’s heart tumbles head over heels for the head coach in her gym. His gruff demeanor toward her suggests he couldn’t care to give her the time of day. Determined to get over her crush, she devises a plan to tell him how she feels, and free herself once and for all.
Taras Volkov moved to Canada from the Ukraine to further his education and career. He didn’t factor into his plan falling for Anna—a coach under his command at the gym.
When Anna makes her feelings for him known, he chooses to reveal his secret desire for her. As they explore their new personal relationship, they are faced with one crisis after another. Will their hearts tumble together, or will their romance fall short?
“I’ve had it bad for you since the day we met, too,” she admitted. “I teased you and flirted, but you never noticed.”
Butt wriggling, she shifted in his lap and laughed. “You always seemed angry with me.”
“Oh, I noticed.” He shifted her closer to his hard cock.
One fingertip drew a line over her cheekbone. “I am sorry if my coldness hurt you.”
“But this isn’t wrong, right?” She snuggled closer to him, burying her head under his chin.
The hope in her voice stirred the lust in his loins. “I suppose not.” His fingertips drew circles up her leg to the side of her knee under her skirt. “We have much to talk about. Is this something you want?”
Her body trembled, breathing quickening, as he continued tracing flower patterns on the outside of her thigh. He needed to take this relationship slow and make sure Anna communicated with him every step of the way.
She never broke eye contact with him, and he liked her bold stare. He moved his hand higher up her thigh until he caressed the side of her butt. Her pupils flared, and her breath caught, but she made no move to stop him.
Splaying his fingers over the flesh of her ass, one eyebrow rose when the edge of her barely-there underwear tickled his pinkie finger. The heat of her centre radiated toward his hand, beckoning him to dip inside her well and sample the waters.
Taras froze, heart pounding, lust racing through his veins. They played a dangerous game, and it wouldn’t take much to convince her to do a lot more than they were doing now. He wanted her bad. His cock ached for her, but he was too much of a gentleman to take advantage of her affections or state of arousal. The need to protect her would always be strong.
He leaned in and nipped her bottom lip. He would show her what it was like to be with a man. No way would he do anything to hurt her or make her run from him. He’d make sure she stayed in his arms for a long time. “Anna—you must promise me something.”
Breathless, she asked, “What’s that?”
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This book was previously published. It has been re-edited, re-formatted, and re-released. Thank you to eXtasy Books for giving this series a home and breathing new life into a great story. When I first wrote them, I was at a very different place in my life. Having the chance to re-write the characters and showcase my growth as an author has been an honor. This book in particular hits the heart in some deep places. I hope readers will love their story, and laugh and cry along with Shelley and Jack. Available now from eXtasy Books!
What will they risk to achieve the perfect score?
Fun-loving and free-spirited Shelley Longstaff summons her iron will to stand up to Jacques Fortier when he demands she accept his daughter into the gymnastics program, or he will sue.
Jacques Fortier is at his wits end with his daughter for her unsportsmanlike behavior. In his frustration, he threatens to sue Shelley and the club for discrimination if they don’t accept her for training.
As Shelley and Jack discuss terms of Anna’s acceptance into training, Shelley discovers a tragedy that is causing a rift between father and daughter. When Jack asks for a favor, Shelley finds herself hard pressed to refuse.
When a crisis of teenage proportions threatens their relationship, will they retreat, or risk everything for the chance to achieve The Perfect Score?
“If I find out you’re lying about your program being full, I’ll sue both you and this club.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Shelley Longstaff stared at the giant of a man bracing himself on the front edge of her desk. She rose from her chair, neck cramping in order to maintain eye contact. Good God, he’s tall. Drawing herself up to her full height—all five feet four inches—she prepared for battle.
Cocking his head to the side, he gave Shelley a silky smile. “Try me.”
Shelley’s eyes narrowed at his arrogant attitude. The threat of a lawsuit didn’t bode well for her future as head coach of the club. How had she ended up in this impossible position? This is all Claire’s fault. She recommended me for head coach. She thought I could do it. A small voice laughed inside her head. You wanted this job, chickie. And you’re damn good at it. Don’t let Mr. Jolly Green intimidate you. You have the upper hand.
To calm the butterflies battering her insides, she drew in a deep breath which brought the scent of his cologne to her nostrils. A queer feeling shot through her stomach. Damn! What is that? She took a moment to study him. The suit he wore screamed money. Close-cropped black hair, peppered gray at the sides, the square angle of his jaw, perfect nose, and nearly black eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes, made the breath clog in her chest. Handsome for an older dude.
Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the desk, fighting the hormonal surge in her body. Shelley pursed her lips together and blinked. He threatened to sue me, remember?
His gaze pierced hers. Sexy or evil? Sexy with a hint of ‘I don’t take no for an answer.’ Without breaking eye contact, she returned the stare, not one to back down from a challenge.
Jacques Fortier spoke through clenched teeth. “One more time—is your program full?”
Yes. She practiced the lie in her head, but the deepness of his voice washed over her like a wave drowning a surfer. What is wrong with me? Concentrate!
When she didn’t respond immediately, he went on. “You can’t refuse my daughter the right to train here. This club is run by a board of directors. It’s not a private facility.” He paused, no doubt for effect, but his voice held a note of defeat when he spoke again. “Besides, this club is our last resort.”
Damn. He had a point. Four points actually, and with his last statement, she felt a little sorry for him.
This would be Anna Fortier’s fourth club in two years. Shelley had long ago been convinced it wasn’t the clubs—it was the girl. Shelley folded her arms over her chest. “Seems to me that if our club is your last resort—you’d be a little kinder in your demand.”
He hung his head in defeat. Maybe it would finally sink in that his daughter wasn’t elite material. Anna took more time than allowed during warm-ups at competition, she had no sense of sportsmanship, rarely smiled, and gossip about her poor training habits had spread far and wide. Shelley didn’t want to ruin the positive gym atmosphere here by admitting Anna.
She lifted her chin. “I’m sorry Mr. Fortier, we are not admitting gymnasts of Anna’s caliber at this time,” she restated. “And the club has the right to turn away potential gymnasts if the program the gymnast is seeking to enter is full.”
Please accept my half-truth and walk away. Her group only had six gymnasts in it. Technically she could accept Anna into the program—she just didn’t want to. Crap. She’d always been a lousy poker player. Would he believe her or call her bluff?
He rewarded her statement with an eye roll. “Anna always accuses me of not listening.” Relaxing back in his chair, he pulled up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing his lean, muscled forearms.
Based on the sight, she wondered what the rest of his body looked like. She gave herself a mental head shake. This wasn’t a date. It was a business meeting, and she had no business thinking those things.
Shelley put her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Whether or not you listen isn’t my business. It’s her perception that you don’t. From personal experience, you certainly don’t take no for an answer. Threatening to sue me is a case in point.”
He dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “I wouldn’t have gone through with it. You caught me off-guard when you didn’t jump at the chance to train my daughter. Knee-jerk reaction.”
“You had me fooled.” She rested her forearms on the table. “Since Anna has assured me what she told me in confidence today is something you’re already aware of, I see no reason to bore you with the details. I’d like a chance to work with her without having to run to you and report every detail.”
He picked up his water glass, and took a long sip, considering her request. “You’ve agreed to train her?”
She nodded. “Yes. I think she and I have come to an agreement.”
“All right,” he conceded. “I’ll respect the request for now.”
Sitting across the table from him didn’t feel as awkward as she thought it would. She figured now would be as good a time as any to broach the subject of his deceased wife. “Tell me about Anna’s mother. I understand she’s—”
Shocked at the brusque manner in which he’d delivered the news, she stammered to find a reply. “I-I’m sorry.”
He studied the table top rather than looking at her. “I gather you didn’t know.”