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#Excerpt #Giveaway On the Edge (Blue Spruce Lodge #1) by Dani Collins

Published January 17, 2018 by Ashley Montgomery

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On the Edge (Blue Spruce Lodge #1) by Dani Collins
Publication date: January 16th 2018 by
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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When Glory Cormer’s father introduces her to ‘their’ new business partner, she’s appalled. Viking-like Rolf Johansson exudes the same alpha-intimidation that jocks used to torment her through high school. After nursing her mother the last several years, she’s trying to break out of her shell and secretly pursue a writing career, but Rolf insists she go through with the rotten deal her father struck with his brother to renovate an old chalet.

Rolf envisions this mountain as a world-class resort for elite athletes and other jet setters. As a downhill champion and owner of a world-renowned sports equipment empire, he knows what it takes to get what he wants. Nothing will stop him, especially not a hotheaded wallflower who turns the ice in his veins to lava.

Bonus Story! This book contains Glory’s novella Blessed Winter, a no-room-at-the-inn Christmas romance.

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Glory doesn’t want to help her father renovate Blue Spruce Lodge. She wants to write romance. She’s doing it on the sly, using Rolf as inspiration for her hero. Rolf is a gold-medal, alpine champion, a tycoon who a world-renowned sporting goods conglomerate, and the owner of Whiskey Jack Resort, which he is bringing back to life as a training facility for elite athletes. He’s the full, romance-hero package right down to the chartered helicopter.

He’s also a bit of a dick. Glory is determined to be nice to him, however. It’s kind of her job, working for her father in the lodge. But she’s having a bad day when Rolf asks her to make him a coffee. He’s aware that she’s been watching him a little too closely. He thinks she’s coming on to him and decides to make some things clear:

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Rolf looked into the top of his mug. The foam heart made his own shrink and harden.
These flirty touches of hers, accompanied by hopeful smiles and eagerness to please, were piling up and setting off alarm bells. He was the full package. He knew that. She was hardly the first woman to eye up his looks, standing, and fortune, then make a play for a piece of it. He had an ex-wife who had taken a piece.
Maybe he owned a little responsibility for the way she was leaning in. He had cast one or two glances that she might have construed as interest. That was his dick doing his thinking and he needed to yank a halt on that as much as her. It was time to make clear that coffee art, and pillow chocolates, and inspiring quotes on the bottom of emails, didn’t affect him.
Drawing a breath, he went straight to the heart—pun intended—of the matter.
“I don’t know what you think might happen between us, but it won’t.”
She jolted like she’d caught a spark of static electricity. Her hand paused where she was writing something on a clipboard and she lifted her strawberry-blonde lashes, taken aback.
“I beg your pardon?” Her voice was so thin he barely heard it.
He bit back a sigh and licked his lips. “You seem to be making an effort to catch my attention.” He nodded at the foam heart. “I just want to be up front, so there aren’t any misunderstandings. I’m not interested.”
Maybe that was harsh, but he wasn’t someone who danced around, avoiding the hard jobs.
Her eyes widened even more, growing wounded and embarrassed. Pink bled into her face so deep, her freckles disappeared. Her bottom lip started to quiver before she bit down on it. Her brow pleated and her eyes began to gloss.
He set his back teeth, not having planned to make explanations, but maybe he needed to dial this back a notch. “We work together—”
“No, we don’t! You treat me like I work for you.”
He cocked a brow at that. Well, yeah. He was paying for a room and all.
“I’m trying to be nice.” Temper was gathering around her like storm clouds, making her voice grow loud and strident. “Not that you would know what that looks like. You think I’m coming on to you? You can’t even change your own toilet roll! You don’t get Valentines for that, you asshat. Making hearts with foam is so basic, it means I’m not even trying. But if you don’t like the way I’ve made your coffee, fine.”
She grabbed his mug and threw it into the bar sink where it bounced out and clattered to the floor, sending coffee exploding all over the walls, counter, and floor.
Adrenaline shot through him in reaction to the violence, sending a jolt of aggression into him that pushed him onto his toes, determined to grab control of a situation that was in full tailspin.
“Get a grip. This is a work environment.”
“This—” her hand flung above her head to indicate the lodge “—is a prison sentence. In Siberia. One where Herr Rolf rules. Do you know I’m supposed to be in Paris with my mom? Instead, I’m stuck here with a prick who goes out of his way to make me feel shitty about myself. Not interested? Fuck you, Rolf. Fuck you and your brother’s dog, too.”
She spat the words. Her whole body shook and her eyes showed white around fiery green centers.
“Are you done?” he bit out, dousing her tantrum with the unmoved ice in his veins.
“So done.”
“Great. Can I get coffee?”
“Help yourself.” Except she didn’t say ‘help.’ It sounded a lot more like ‘Gofuckyourself.’
She walked out, and he heard Devon say, “You tell him, girl.”
“Oh, now you want to act like we’re friends? Screw you, Devon.”
“Hey!” Devon said, but Glory’s footsteps clomped away.
Rolf became aware of the fact that music had been turned down in the kitchen. Everyone in the vicinity had gone quiet to listen.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
He walked around the bar, dropped a towel on the spill, rinsed his cup, and helped himself to a regular coffee from the brew of the day. He walked back to his office through the kitchen, telling the kid in the dish pit to clean up behind the bar. Safety first.
Then he closed the door to his office with a firm hand and sat down to work, telling himself he had accomplished what he meant to. Maybe it hadn’t been elegant, but it was done. All was right with his world.
The coffee gave him gut rot.

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Award-winning, USA Today Bestselling author Dani Collins thrives on giving readers emotional, compelling, heart-soaring romance with laughter and heat thrown in, just like real life. Mostly she writes contemporary romance for Harlequin Presents and Tule’s Montana Born, but her backlist of forty books also includes self-published erotic romance, romantic comedy, and even an epic medieval fantasy. When she’s not writing—just kidding, she’s always writing. She lives in Christina Lake, BC, Canada with her husband of thirty years who occasionally coaxes her out of her attic office to visit their grown children.

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#Excerpt #Giveaway The Boyfriend Swap by Meredith Schorr

Published November 7, 2017 by Ashley Montgomery

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The Boyfriend Swap by Meredith Schorr
Publication date: November 17th 2017
Genres: Romantic Comedy

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Is Christmas really the most wonderful time of the year? New Yorkers Robyn Lane and Sidney Bellows aren’t so sure.

Robyn has always dated struggling creative types. For once, her parents would love her to bring someone with health insurance and a 401(k) to their Chrismukkah celebration. Her actor boyfriend doesn’t qualify. While across town, Sidney’s professional life already belongs to her parents. She’s an attorney at her father’s law firm and she works tirelessly to keep her love life private. If she brings her lawyer boyfriend to their annual Christmas extravaganza, her parents will have the wedding planned by New Year’s Eve.

A mutual friend playfully suggests they trade boyfriends for the holidays. The women share a laugh, but after copious amounts of wine, decide The Boyfriend Swap could be the perfect solution. This way, Robyn can show off her stable attorney boyfriend and Sidney’s high-society family will take no interest in her flakey actor beau.

It’s a brilliant plan—in theory. In practice—not so much. When Will turns out to be the boy-next-door Robyn crushed on hard throughout her teenage years, and Sidney’s family fawns all over Perry like he’s an Oscar-winner rather than a D-list wannabe, one thing is certain: The Boyfriend Swap might just change their lives forever.

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Piling on the incentives, Sidney said, “Have I mentioned the largest practice area in my firm is entertainment law? It’s what both my dad and I specialize in. My father invites his most prestigious clients and business colleagues to Christmas. This means networking opportunities galore for you.”

Perry pressed his lips together, appearing to ponder his next words. “Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll be Sidney’s boyfriend for a few days—in name only, of course.” He shined his baby blues on me. “I’ll miss you, but if it’s what you really want…”

I swallowed hard. It was what I wanted, wasn’t it? Why else would I be on a double date with Sidney, a virtual stranger, and her boyfriend—Will Brady? I’d agreed to lie to my parents, something I never did, just to avoid their blatant disdain for my dating choices. So what if I had an unrequited crush on Will the entire duration of my childhood? I was an adult now, and I was dating Perry. I needed to protect him from my parents’ judgement and maintain my sanity over the holiday weekend. This was what I wanted.

Then why did I feel like I was going to throw up?

“Of course it’s what she wants,” Sidney responded for me.

I nodded timidly. “Sure.” Taking a deep breath in and letting it out, I clarified my answer with a more confident “Yes.” I met Will’s eyes across the table. “As long as Will’s okay with it too.”

“What do you say, Will?” Sidney asked, sounding certain the answer would be a resounding “Yes.”

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#Promo #Excerpt Riske and Revenge by Natalie E. Wrye

Published October 19, 2017 by Ashley Montgomery

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Riske and Revenge by Natalie E. Wrye
Publication date: October 17th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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Love is the strongest emotion in the world…next to hate.
I knew hate. Had known it since I was seventeen. For me, it was love turned on its head, a product of hurt and fear—twisted, tied up…and placed on the sculpted shoulders of Ethan Riske.
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Dayton, Tennessee.
Home to the best cow-tipping in the world, the biggest hot dogs, and the lousiest sex.
Or so I’d heard…
They were right about the first two. Ethan Riske proved them wrong about the third and at seventeen, he and I spent a summer under the stars, squeezing our way out of trouble, sweating and panting among the haystacks.
Until he left.
Nine years later, when a huge publishing house tries to buy my small press, I storm into the office of the CEO to find him.
Same cocky grin. Different name.
And suddenly all I can think about is exacting revenge on Ethan Riske for breaking his contract…and my heart.
But there’s someone who wants revenge even more than I do. As I begin to fall for the new Ethan, will the sins of the old one come back to haunt us?

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“I hope you taste as good as you smell.”
The sound drifted through the air. A slow, sensuous melody floated with it, and as both made their way through the room, the beat of the song and the quiet statement I just heard rattled the bourbon in my hand, making the ice cubes shake.
Or maybe I was the one shaking.
I couldn’t help it.
Griff was poking a hole in my ribs with his elbow, and as the lips that had just whispered in my ear withdrew, I could see the look on my “best man’s” face. He was essentially salivating, his tongue practically swinging as he took in the vision of the woman who was speaking in my ear… and laying a seductive path in my open lap.
She stood, her long legs stretching, her bare torso twisting as she rolled the shape of an “S” in the air with her body, swaying seductively to the music. She was toned… that was obvious. A tight package with tits too big to be real, the buxom blonde in front of me was the object of every man’s wet-dream, star of every cock-swinger’s fantasy…
Except mine.
But she was doing her best. Clad in a piece of cloth that barely covered her clearly cleanly-waxed pussy, she ground her pretty ass two inches from my face while every other man in the room fought the urge to put their fingers all over her. My best friend, included. He nudged my side for the ninetieth time.
“Fuck me, man,” he slurred. “If she was doing that to me, I’d be two seconds from putting my finger in her ass.” He smirked widely and wildly.
“Good thing you aren’t me,” I shot back quietly, leaning over to look into his face. “That’d be a felony, you crazy ass.” I finally smiled. “And the last time I checked you didn’t fuck strippers because ‘and I quote… ‘Who knows how many other items have been in those goddamned holes?'”
I threw Griff’s own words back at him with a silent grin.
“Doesn’t matter,” he declared, staring at the stripper in front of me for the thousandth time. “For her?” He swallowed another mouthful of scotch. “I’d make an exception.”
I glared at the beautiful blonde again. Because Griff was right. The exotic dancer… She might have been one of the best looking I’d ever seen. Maybe the best. She was tall, long-legged. Gorgeous… in the porn star sense, of course, with a wide, luscious mouth made for licking and sucking in only the most erotic of ways.
She licked her lips at me as if she wanted to make good on the promise she’d just whispered, and I had no doubt when she looked at me, her brown doe-like eyes wide, that—if she could, she would devour me until nothing was left. Until she drained every drop.
Unfortunately, for her, I wasn’t interested.
She tried to drag me to my feet, her tiny fingers wrapping around my own, pulling as she walked backwards in the direction of the edge of the room. The overhead maroon lights illuminating the space in our black-curtain closed boudoir made her look as naughty as every word dripping from her blood-red mouth, and Bambi the Bimbo was putting on her best pout to entice me into joining her towards whatever dirty fun lay in the dark room beyond this one.
All of the men—friend and foe—whooped as I slowly dragged myself to my feet, stumbling and fumbling over the discarded decorations that littered the floor. Streamers and “Congratulations” ribbons ran the length of the room, taking up space between the cloth-covered tables, and I staggered past them, barely holding onto my Bourbon as I followed stolidly behind the too-excited dancer who nearly bounced on her platform-covered toes.
With the push of another curtain, we fell into another room, and I let my body flounce on the dark-colored couches beyond it, slumping into the padded cushions. I took a healthy swig of my drink and sank my fingers into the seat beneath, wondering how many stains these comfortable sofas had really seen.
The drunker I got, the more it didn’t matter. Ignorance truly was bliss.
And so was the sensation making its way down my crotch—a gentle rubbing that circled the length of my cock through the fabric of my suit pants. From the tip to the very base. I groaned, closing my eyes as I saw a vision in my mind. A vision too good to be true.
A vision over ten years old.
Waves of dark hair fell to a waist too tiny to be anything but touched. Shiny and soft, the beautiful brown mane swept across my chest, against my shirt, as two eyes, a crystal-clear blue, peeked from beneath the strands, as round and as large as saucers. In my mind, they met mine, saying things that couldn’t be vocalized, voicing words that need not be said.
They seduced in the most innocent of ways, waylaying me, pulling at a possessiveness in me I didn’t know existed. The blue eyes smiled. The smile beneath them was even better—wicked, as it dipped to my abdomen and pressed there, making me ache, causing my cock to strain against the inconvenient zipper located there.
How many times had I imagined those lips doing exactly that? That tongue licking out beneath those straight white teeth to lap at my skin, the edge of her mouth nipping at the most sensitive parts of me? It was torture—letting her tease me, taking me to the brink and back again as she swept that sheet of auburn locks over my body as she bent to her knees. I sucked in a breath soaked in desire as I waited for her to place her mouth where it mattered most.
And then it stopped. The teasing. She stopped.
And before I knew it, she was pulling—no, ripping—at my pants. The top button popped, and suddenly my cock was between her hands, her lips. She sank her mouth around it with a sigh, sucking with delight. The sexiest slurp ever made to man escaped from between her teeth, and I nearly lost it, grinding my own teeth as I gripped the back of her head, my eyelids squeezing tight enough to ache.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I muttered. Over and over and over again.
It was fucking amazing. Something so simple—someone so simple, sweet and secretly naughty could bring a stubborn fucker like me—CEO and all—to his Giorgio Armani-covered knees.
I came… with my cock in her mouth and her name on my mind. I leaned back even further, letting my head fall into the cushions.
“Fuck, Kat…” I mumbled, feeling way too fucked up to move, the liquor coursing through my veins as I came down from my high, my fingers reaching out to touch her once more.
But she backed away.
“Kat?” she said, rising to her feet. “Who the fuck is Kat?”
I opened my eyes, staring at the figure fumbling around in front of me. It was the blonde vixen—the stripper. Standing on shaky legs, she wobbled between my legs, locking me with a stare, her eyes hard and unblinking. She placed her hands on her tiny hips.
“Who the hell is Kat?”
As if she was outraged. As if she had any right to question whatever the fuck I was doing anyway. I ignored her with a shrug, stowing my dick back in my pants with a loud zip! I finished my drink and sat it down.
“Ohhhh… I get it,” the blonde blower hissed. “She must be your fiancé. Well… I guarantee you that she’s never made you come like that. That was epic, baby,” she sighed, trying to straddle me. Her pussy was peeking completely out of her barely-there panties this time, and she tried to rub it across me, sliding her pink slit across the front of my pants with a slow grind.
I almost pushed her off. I stood.
“There is no fiance,” I rumbled.
“But I thought…”
“My friends,” I interrupted, “thought it’d be funny to celebrate my new position. They said it was fitting… seeing as how I’m now married to my job. This isn’t a real bachelor party. And that wasn’t a real blow-job…”
She raised an eyebrow. “Certainly felt real to me.”
I pulled out my wallet, taking out a couple hundred dollar bills and putting them in the palm of her hand. I folded her fingers around them, looking into her eyes.
“Can’t be real… Not when you’re thinking about someone else the entire time.”
I turned just as the fair-haired, breathing blow-up doll gaped. I pulled the black curtain aside, exiting, attempting to avoid the curious gaze of every onlooking employee that came to the party to usher me into my new executive role.
My smile was weak, as I tried to shake off what just happened to me in the other room… and who I was imagining it happening with. Somehow, it was the brunette in my head, and not the blonde on my lap, that felt as if she were still on my skin.
I was in so much fucking trouble.

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#Excerpt #Giveaway Unspoken Vows (Unspoken Love #3) by H.P. Davenport

Published October 19, 2017 by Ashley Montgomery

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Unspoken Vows (Unspoken Love #3) by H.P. Davenport
Publication date: August 19th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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Once upon a time, a boy met a girl.
The boy liked the girl.
Years later, the boy fell in love with the girl.
Lucky for him, the girl fell in love with the boy, too.
Soon after, the boy asked the girl to marry him.
Seconds later, the girl said yes.

Now Camryn and Jamie are set to walk down the aisle, but first, all the traditions must play out. They’re not alone for the ride. The entire gang is there to wish them well.

They vow to love each other now and forever. To live happily ever after because vows are never meant to be broken… even Unspoken Vows.

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Throughout the night, the drinks continue to flow. After having already consumed the thousand-dollar requirement by the pool, I’m sticking with Jack and Coke. I plan to keep far away from the shots that Lincoln, Christian, and Parker are tossing back. They all raise their shot glasses and I raise my tumbler. “To Jamie. May you never lose your balls. Not even to Camryn,” Lincoln hollers.
I tap my glass to Lincoln’s and take a mouthful. “I promise to go into my marriage with my balls intact.” Christian shoves Lincoln’s chest. “Dude, really.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and swipe my screen. Camryn sent me a few pictures of Morgan in a cage hanging from the ceiling. What the hell?
Under one of the pictures, the caption reads. ‘Things just got quite interesting. Love ya, hope you’re having a blast in Vegas.’
I tap my screen and a video plays. Shaking my head, all I can do is crack up laughing. I’m glad Camryn and the girls are having a great time because I’m sure as hell having a blast…at least what I can remember of it.

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#Excerpt #Giveaway Unspoken Promises (Unspoken Love #2) by H.P. Davenport

Published October 18, 2017 by Ashley Montgomery

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Unspoken Promises (Unspoken Love #2) by H.P. Davenport
Publication date: January 14th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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Unspoken Promises are worse than lies.

Morgan Kennedy and Lincoln Gates have been in love since high school. Their friends have envied their devotion to not only each other, but also the life they’ve made together. From the outside looking in, their relationship is perfect. One mirrored of fairytales. But behind the door, Morgan isn’t feeling as fulfilled as she once did. She wants more. She wants the glass slipper and the happily ever after.

What Lincoln and Morgan don’t anticipate is that a horrific event is about to make them second-guess their wants.

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“Please don’t make this harder than it already is,” I beg.
I feel suddenly weak and vulnerable in the face of his anger. I flatten my palms against his chest, pushing him away. I need distance between us. I laugh inwardly at myself. Distance, that’s all that’s been there with us, yet I feel I need a canyon to give me the space I need.
“Why are you doing this? We can fix this, Morgan. Don’t walk away from us.” He pushes his hands through his golden blond hair letting out a sigh.
I shake my head, tears still tremble on my eyelids.
I see the hurt in his eyes. I see that I am ruining him. Ruining what we have. I knew this was going to be hard, but I wasn’t prepared for how hollow I would feel in this moment.
In a defensive gesture, I cross my arms across my chest.
I gulp hard, hot tears trickle down my face. “There’s nothing left to fix. Empty promises are worse than lies.”
I see instantly that my words cut him deep. My words hit him hard.
His voice hardens ruthlessly. “You want promises. Here’s one for you.”
His fierce blue eyes darken dangerously. “I promise you this. No matter who enters your life, I will love you more than any of them.”
He turns and punches the wall, leaving a huge gaping hole in it. A picture falls and hits the floor as the glass shatters. Lincoln shakes his right hand, and flexes his fingers. His knuckles are covered in blood.
Jauntily he cocks his blond head to one side. “Be gone before I get back. I can’t be around you a minute longer.”
Lincoln walks out of the room, slamming the bedroom door behind him causing a few more pictures to fall from the wall. I walk and gather the pictures from the floor. The glass is shattered, just like my heart.
It’s a picture of us the night I graduated from Rutgers. Lincoln was behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly against his chest. He whispered how sexy I looked in my cap and gown and he couldn’t wait to get me home to see what I was wearing under it. He nipped my ear, making me laugh and leaned down planting a kiss on my cheek at the moment my dad snapped the picture.
My smile matched his liveliness. This picture told a story. A story of two people in love. I never wanted him to let go. I could be in his arms forever. It’s where I felt safe, where I felt comfort.
Throwing the picture aside, my legs give out from under me and I fall to the floor. Sobs escape me and my body shakes. I weep aloud, rocking back and forth. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. I knew I needed to do this, and now I’m left here to deal with the fallout of destroying eight years of our lives and our love for one another.
My heart hurts from what I just did and I begin to laugh.
My heart.
Who am I kidding?
Lincoln just walked out the door with my heart.

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#Excerpt #Giveaway Let Me In (The Ink Well Chronicles #1) by Jordan Bates

Published October 18, 2017 by Ashley Montgomery

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Publication date: September 24th 2017
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Love

It was something I thrived on once. Something that I longed to have in my life every day, and when I found it at a young age, I clung to it. I snatched up the boy as fast as I could, intending to make him mine forever.

Commitment

I never expected my marriage to turn out the way it did. I never expected for my husband to let me go. For that love that I had invested in to come crumbling down around me. Something that once gave me such great joy.

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After the pieces of myself broke, I was surprised to find a man who was willing to pick them up, to catch me as I fell. What he wanted from me though, I didn’t know if I could give him. All he wanted was for me to let him in.

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Lilly had set us up with junk food for each day so that we wouldn’t have to leave the apartment. Even on Sunday, Erica came over for a vent session on life in general. Around eight that night the doorbell rang. All three of us looked at it in confusion since our pizza had already arrived twenty minutes ago and we hadn’t ordered anything else.
“I’ll get it.” I offered to get up from the comfort of the couch first. I was dressed in my yoga shorts, a tank with a large knitted sweater draped over me, and long socks. It covered enough and was comfortable, so I wasn’t afraid to answer the door in only that. I wasn’t prepared when I answered the door though.
“What the hell are you doing answering the door in that?!” Max’s anger radiated through the entire apartment. I was pretty sure our neighbors had heard him. I didn’t have time to answer as he dragged me off to my bedroom and closed the door behind us. He remembered there was no lock on my door, so he pulled my chair over and propped it under the door handle. “Why haven’t you answered my texts?”
“You can’t just storm in here like that!” I moved myself away from him to the middle of the room. I got a better look at Max now, though. The small light in my room showed me an unshaven face, unkempt shirt, and wrinkled pants. This wasn’t the Max that I knew, but for some reason it drew me more towards him, just as it had when I had seen him in his kitchen. He was losing himself with me, and I couldn’t figure out if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
“I can and I did.”
“You can’t just intrude on my life whenever you want to.” Max didn’t care what I was telling him; he stalked closer to me. “I didn’t text you back because I needed time to think.”
“And what have you been thinking about?” I couldn’t look him in the eyes as he moved into my space. Heat emanated off his body, but instead of warming me, it sent shivers up my spine.
“You.” It was the truth. All I had been thinking about was Max, even when I tried not to. He just seemed to linger in my thoughts.
“And…?” I had to say it. Someone did.
“I don’t think I can be the woman you want, and I don’t think you can be the man that I need.” I didn’t know why I said it, but in my heart, I knew that at least a little of what I was telling him was the truth, just maybe not the part about him. I heard his sharp gasp as he took another step forward. Our bodies were pressed together, but nothing else touched but our chests.
He took my face in his hands. We stood there, staring at each other. I knew he wasn’t the kind of guy I needed right now, but I couldn’t help the pull that I felt towards him. I closed my eyes and breathed in. Max leaned his forehead against mine and I took a step closer. His hands moved down to my waist, looping around me.
“Max, I can’t do this. I’m not ready to settle down again.”
“You talk too much.” His lips touched mine, and that was when I opened my eyes. I pushed him away quickly, but Max’s hold tightened on me.
“You can’t just fix things with a kiss.”
“There isn’t anything to fix yet, but I’ll remember that.” He brought my face back close to his. “You don’t have to settle down with me yet, but I’m not letting you out of my life.”

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Jordan Bates is an up and coming romance author from Florida, who is determined to write loves that last and are true to everyone who reads them.
Jordan graduated from UCF with a degree in English – Creative Writing. She has been writing since her freshman year in high school, where she finished her first and second book. Since then, she has pursued writing poetry, young adult novels, and romance novels.
When she isn’t working or writing, you can find her looking for inspiration among the forests, and finding all the new food to eat. Because what’s better than writing? Eating an amazing burrito.

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#Excerpt #Giveaway Unspoken Words (Unspoken Love #1) by H.P. Davenport

Published October 17, 2017 by Ashley Montgomery

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Unspoken Words (Unspoken Love #1) by H.P. Davenport
Publication date: May 2nd 2016
Genres: Romance

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Two lives…as close to perfect as they can be.

Camryn Townsend has everything she’s always dreamed of…an amazing family, supportive friends, and the perfect job. Everything a girl could want. Or is it? A trip back to her childhood home threatens to unravel her web of perfection.

Her problem…she’s in love with her best friend and she’s too scared to sacrifice their friendship for a love she’s always wanted.

Jamie Banks’ life is the epitome of perfection. His company is thriving, his band is on the cusp of stardom, and the girl he loves is returning home.

His problem…the girl he loves has been his best friend for as long as he can remember and he’s not sure he’s ready to sacrifice his best friend for a lover. Pursuing a relationship with the possibility of losing her has him second-guessing everything he knows.

Unspoken words are the only thing standing in their way.

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The song changes to Toyfriend by David Guetta and the girls grind up against each other. Morgan runs her hands up and down Camryn’s sides, while Camryn sings the song to Morgan. They are definitely putting on a show for their audience. Camryn moves her hips quickly, never missing a beat. She turns around and dances with Karsen. The girls have formed their own little circle on the dance floor, each taking their turn in the middle.
“Yo, you like what you’re seeing? The girls sure have formed a fan club out there,” Christian yells across the table. He is being such a ball breaker today. Do I have ‘I’m in love with your sister’ written on my damn forehead?
“You gonna let those guys try and make a move on the girls, or are you going to show them what you got?” he continues with a raised eyebrow challenging me.
Sitting here at the table watching the girls dance is killing me. My fists are clenching under the table as I notice guys approaching the girls. The girls aren’t paying them any mind until one dude walks up behind Camryn. He stands there, eyeing her up like she’s a freaking piece of candy. He hasn’t touched her yet, but the idea of him being that close to her has my blood boiling. My jaw begins to clench, and my body tenses. I look over at Christian, and he has this shit eating grin on his face.
Not being able to stand it anymore, I grab my beer and take a long swig. It’s nearly empty, so I motion to Lincoln to order me another one then I head to the dance floor.
Camryn’s back is toward me so she doesn’t see me approaching, but Morgan does and she has a huge smile on her face. If I were to bet, I would think Morgan knows more than she lets on about Camryn’s feelings for me. But, of course, Morgan being her best friend, her lips are sealed yet she never misses an opportunity to make comments about the two of us.
Morgan continues to dance in front of Camryn, never letting her know that I nudged the guy out of the way. Desnudate by Christina Aguilera comes on and Morgan moves in between Camryn’s legs so she can grind up against her. Morgan wiggles her eyebrows at me and yells over the music and motions to me behind her, “Cami, keep dancing.
You’re good.”
Camryn doesn’t turn around to see who is behind her. I’m guessing she figures if Morgan said to keep dancing, she’s going with the flow. It could also be that she had a huge grin plastered on her face when I approached, so Camryn knew it was okay to continue to dance.
My body is now against Camryn’s back and my hands are on her waist moving her to the beat. Camryn hasn’t attempted to turn around, and I want to keep it that way. I don’t want her to know it’s me… not yet. Camryn continues to dance, her hips moving to the beat and her ass is grinding against my straining dick. Heel, boy…Down. I move back a little, trying to adjust myself, but it’s not working. Screw it, moving closer to Camryn I pull her ass into me and move my hips. I know she can feel how hard I am for her, but she doesn’t pull away, so I move my hands so they are around her waist and rub her stomach. I can feel her muscles tense up under my touch, but she is enjoying this as much as I am.
Morgan laughs while she dances. She moves away from Camryn to Karsen and Lindsey, leaving Camryn with me. I lean down and gently move Camryn’s hair away from her neck. The smell of her lavender vanilla body spray makes my mouth water.
Whispering, “Are you enjoying yourself?” I can feel her laugh as my hands glide across her stomach. She simply nods her head and continues to push against me. Camryn’s body relaxes, so my hands continue to roam up and down her lean body. She knew it was me the entire time. Camryn would have never allowed a stranger to dance with her the way I am. When Morgan gave her the okay, she knew it was me. Camryn knows my body, this isn’t the first time we’ve danced like this. Leaning into her ear again, I ask “Do you feel what you’re doing to me, Camryn?”
I know I am being bold. Putting myself out there, but I am tired of fighting my feelings for her.
She quickly spins around and throws her arms around my neck. Now we’re facing each other and she has a wicked smile on her face. That grin tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She tippy toes so she’s next to my ear and says with a seductive voice, “Were you jealous that those boys were close to me? Did you think I didn’t know the minute you walked up behind me? I felt you, Jamie. I know when you’re near me, I can sense it deep inside my body.”
My words catch in my throat. This is not what I was expecting tonight when I came out. I know we flirt all the time, but I have never rubbed my hard-on up against Camryn’s back. She gives me an evil grin, telling me she knows exactly what she is doing to me. I don’t pull away, but continue to dance. I’m all in now. I’m crossing that line. There’s no going back for me. She’ll have to be the one to pull away.

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