TEXT APPEAL, a hilarious, heartfelt romantic comedy from  Audie award-winning and New York Times Bestselling Author, Kylie Scott, is available now!

Can their serendipitous meeting turn into something real and true? 

Love enters the chat in this hilarious, heartfelt rom com by New York Times bestselling and Audie award-winning author Kylie Scott.

Romance author Riley Cooper always dreamed of living by the water. But within a day of landing in the charming seaside town of Port Stewart to work on her latest book, she’s getting calls and texts for some dude on her new number. Weird ones. Sad ones. Sexy ones. Ones that make her want to meet him. For curiosity’s sake…if nothing else.

After years of being on-again, off-again with his high school sweetheart, all Connor wants is to move on with his life. If only everyone in Port Stewart would let him. What he needs is to be seen with someone else. So when fate puts him in the path of the new girl in town who got his old number, faking it together seems like the perfect solution.

Spending time with the gorgeous former prom king might be great research for Riley’s romance writing…if only she can keep her feelings in check. But the more she gets to know him, the harder she’s falling. Can their serendipitous meeting turn into something real and true? 

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Kylie is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today best-selling, Audie Award winning author. She has sold over 2,000,000 books and was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year four times by the Australian Romance Reader’s Association. Her books have been translated into fifteen different languages and she is based in Queensland, Australia.

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HOW MY NEIGHBOR STOLE CHRISTMAS, a steamy and hilarious rendition of the classic Grinch story meets an enemies-to-lovers, winter holiday romantic comedy from USA Today Bestselling Author, Meghan Quinn, is out now!

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Every Kringle in Kringletown celebrated Christmas a lot.

But Cole Black on Whistler Lane, unfortunately, did not…

Every Kringle in Kringletown celebrated Christmas a lot.

But Cole Black on Whistler Lane, unfortunately, did not.

As his fellow citizens decorate their quaint town, brimming with carols and glad tidings, Cole wants nothing more than to hibernate the winter away. But his dreary plans are thwarted when his Christmas nemesis, Storee Taylor, moves in next door to care for her Aunt Cindy. Immediately, the new neighbor turns his life into a real nightmare before Christmas, especially when she decides to enter the town Christmas Kringle contest in honor of Cindy. And better yet, Storee is determined to win.

Over Cole’s dead body, she will. With help from his friend Max, Cole decides to enter the competition as well, to beat Storee at her own game by pretending that this hometown grump’s heart has grown three sizes this season and he’s fallen for the girl next door. And unfortunately for Storee, she has to follow his lead to have a chance at the Christmas Kringle title.

But the competition isn’t the only thing that heats up. Cole and Storee’s fake relationship becomes very real, and before they know it, they’re attempting to hide it from Aunt Cindy. Things get complicated, the competition gets tough, and all it takes is one single night for someone to steal it all…

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EXCERPT:

“I didn’t ask her out in the first place,” I say, hating that I brought up the topic.

“That’s right, you didn’t—you didn’t get the chance to before she blew you off.”

“She didn’t blow me off,” I say, irritated. “She changed the subject and then had to leave, simple as that.” There’s so much more to the story, but it’s not something I want to relive. “Never mind,” I say as bells jingle in the nearby, sounding off that another ride through the evergreens is about to start.

Evergreen Farm is Kringletown’s pride and joy, well . . . one of them. Known as the highest incorporated town in the country, sitting at 10,522 feet, Kringle is a year-round Christmas town.

Yup, we celebrate Christmas . . . year . . . round.

The holly jolly music never ceases.

The twinkle lights never turn off.

And Santa—aka Bob Krampus—never stops ho-ho-hoing from his house at the top of Ornament Park—also known as the town park—which is in the shape of a bulb ornament.

The Bavarian-style buildings that line Ornament Avenue, Krampus Court, and Route 25, are continuously adorned with wreathes, lights, and freshly fluffed garland. The Christmas stalls behind the Myrrh-cantile are always open, offering the latest in homemade crafts for those looking for that unique gift for the holiday season.

And Evergreen Farm, owned by the Maxheimers—Max’s family—is always running. During the summer, it’s tree planting, paintball, live bands, and an animal farm that teaches respect for all animals. During the holiday season, it’s tree cutting, ice skating, sleigh rides—powered by electric snowmobiles—s’mores around the many campfires, gingerbread baking classes, and every vendor this side of the Rocky Mountains looking to grow their business.

As for me, I hide out in here, the reindeer barn, where I take care of the Maxheimer’s precious and very famous reindeer. I don’t mind the smell. I don’t mind the snorts or the shaking of antlers, or even the wet snouts looking for snacks in my pockets. I like the solitude and, if I’m going to be truly honest, I like the sound of their clomping hooves.

No one bothers me—besides Max—and no one dares try to take my job, because between the three Maxheimer siblings, none of them want to do what I do. And since I’m an honorary Maxheimer, I take on the tasks with pride.

Max lifts his axe over his shoulder and rests his hand on his hip as he stares down at me. Standing at six foot four, one inch taller than me, Max—or Atlas, his real name—has been my best friend since we were babies. Otto and Ida, Max’s parents, were best friends with my parents, and when my parents passed away ten years ago, well, they took me under their wing. Which means Max treats me like a brother. In other words, he pulls no punches and takes no shit.

“You really think I’m going to drop the fact that the girl you used to dream about all the time is back in town after how many years and act like it doesn’t mean anything to you?” he asks.

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HOW MY NEIGHBOR STOLE CHRISTMAS, a steamy and hilarious version of the classic Grinch story meets an enemies-to-lovers, winter holiday romantic comedy from USA Today Bestselling Author, Meghan Quinn, is out now!

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Every Kringle in Kringletown celebrated Christmas a lot.

But Cole Black on Whistler Lane, unfortunately, did not…

Every Kringle in Kringletown celebrated Christmas a lot.

But Cole Black on Whistler Lane, unfortunately, did not.

As his fellow citizens decorate their quaint town, brimming with carols and glad tidings, Cole wants nothing more than to hibernate the winter away. But his dreary plans are thwarted when his Christmas nemesis, Storee Taylor, moves in next door to care for her Aunt Cindy. Immediately, the new neighbor turns his life into a real nightmare before Christmas, especially when she decides to enter the town Christmas Kringle contest in honor of Cindy. And better yet, Storee is determined to win.

Over Cole’s dead body, she will. With help from his friend Max, Cole decides to enter the competition as well, to beat Storee at her own game by pretending that this hometown grump’s heart has grown three sizes this season and he’s fallen for the girl next door. And unfortunately for Storee, she has to follow his lead to have a chance at the Christmas Kringle title.

But the competition isn’t the only thing that heats up. Cole and Storee’s fake relationship becomes very real, and before they know it, they’re attempting to hide it from Aunt Cindy. Things get complicated, the competition gets tough, and all it takes is one single night for someone to steal it all…

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EXCERPT:

Sashes?

What kind of sashes . . .?

Sylvia opens a trunk in the middle of the room and pulls out handmade, freshly stitched sashes in a vibrant gold that have bold lettering drown the length, designating us as the Kringle-ees.

And fringe is at the end of each . . . with dangling pom poms.

Yikes.

“If you appear in public, these must be worn. Get used to them, because they’re your new adornment. Consider yourself a tree and this is your tree topper. You can’t go anywhere without it. If you are caught not wearing your sash, then points will be marked from your grand total, so keep that in mind. We have increased the number of spies this year as well, who will keep an eye on what you’re doing, what you’re saying, and how you’re acting around town. So always think to yourself, someone is watching me.”

Perfect, just what I want as the man who likes to hide out in the reindeer barn, away from humans.

What did I get myself into?

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SUNLIGHT, a sweeping and emotional new accidental pregnancy, workplace, cowboy romance from USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Devney Perry, is available now!

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Jax is a distraction I cannot afford…

My first day in Montana, I got into a tug-of-war over a grocery store shopping cart. The most handsome man I’d ever seen broke up the scuffle before he asked me on a date. I was seconds away from accepting but then he told me his name.

As an owner of the Haven River Ranch, Jax Haven wasn’t my boss. But he wasn’t not my boss either.

Obviously, my only option was to turn him down, scurry away, then pretend like he was a stranger on my first day of work. And obviously, I could never, ever admit that he was my secret crush.

For as hard as I work at my job, I work twice as hard to pretend Jax doesn’t exist. I don’t let myself think about his dazzling eyes or charming smile. I refuse to acknowledge how good he looks in a pair of faded Wrangler jeans. And as tempting as he is in a cowboy hat, Jax is a distraction I cannot afford.

Everything was going according to plan until the annual holiday party. Until I drank one too many flutes of champagne and let him sweep me off my feet. After a night in his bed, there was no more ignoring Jax Haven. Not when I’m pregnant with his baby.

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EXCERPT:

The growl that echoed across the IGA’s parking lot sounded more animal than human. “I’m calling the cops.”

What the hell? The grocery store’s double doors slid closed behind me just as I spotted Carla, the owner, facing off with another woman. Both clutched opposite ends of a shopping cart teeming with paper bags.

“I’m not stealing.” The other woman gave the cart a tug. “I swear. Please. I just need to borrow this. I will bring it back.”

Carla huffed. “You expect me to believe that bullshit?”

My truck was parked on the other end of the lot, but rather than head home, I walked toward the commotion instead.

“Give. This. Back.” Carla jerked on the cart with each word, yanking so hard that the woman was nearly pulled off her feet.

“Please. These are my groceries. I just bought them. I only need to take them home.” She flung out an arm. “It’s three blocks. I’ll be there and back in less than fifteen minutes.”

“You’re not stealing my cart.”

“I’m not stealing—”

“Ladies.” The tug-of-war stopped the instant I put my hand on the cart’s metal basket. “Everything all right?”

“No, it’s not all right.” Carla’s face was flushed as she whipped her attention in my direction. Her cheeks were as red as her fiery hair. “She’s stealing my cart.”

The other woman opened her mouth, then clamped it shut, taking a breath as she composed herself. Then she looked up to me, and my heart skipped.

Beautiful brown eyes. Long, straight hair in the same rich chocolate shade, the strands so sleek they reflected the bright afternoon sun. A heart-shaped face with delicate features and a dusting of freckles across her cute nose.

Damn. Who was she? Definitely not someone I’d seen around town before. Hers was a face I would have remembered.

“I walked from my house to the store.” She enunciated every word with a calm, smooth voice. Every syllable worked to defuse the tension.

Any other person and she probably would have succeeded. Except Carla was . . . Carla. Rationality was not on her strengths list.

“I assumed the bags would be plastic,” the woman said.

Ah. There was the mistake. Carla hated plastic.

“I hate plastic.” Carla seethed. “It’s bad for the environment.”

The woman held up one hand while the other kept a firm grasp on the cart’s handle. “I’m not arguing. I just assumed the bags would be plastic, and I could carry more than one at a time to my house three blocks away. I cannot carry all of these paper bags.”

The cart had at least six plus a gallon of milk.

“You checked me out,” the woman said, her pretty gaze pleading with Carla. “I bought ice cream to celebrate moving. I just want to get it home and in the freezer before it melts.”

Carla pursed her lips.

“Okay.” I dug out my wallet and plucked out a hundred-dollar bill.

“Carla, how much are these carts?”

“Two hundred and seventy dollars plus shipping.”

Of course, she had the price memorized. Carla might not be exactly levelheaded, but she ran her business with an iron fist.

“Take this.” I took out two more hundreds and held up the money. “It’s a deposit. I’ll escort the cart to this woman’s house and back. If I never return, you’ll have enough to buy a new cart.”

“Fine.” Carla snatched the bills so quickly that she almost gave me a paper cut. Then she shot the woman a lethal glare before storming away.

“Oh my God.” The woman let go of the cart, finally, lifting both hands to rub her temples. “I don’t know if I should be furious or mortified.”

I chuckled. “Carla gets a little worked up at times.”

“Wow.” She blew out a long breath. “Should I expect this every time I come to the store?”

“Nah. The only other time I’ve seen her this fired up was when she caught her son shoplifting condoms when we were teenagers. She still likes to throw that in his face, but it’s only been fifteen years.”

“Only fifteen?” The corner of her pink mouth turned up. God, she was pretty.

“Eventually Carla will let this go. It might take a couple decades, but I wouldn’t give up hope.”

She dropped her gaze to the cart, that faint smile still on her lips. “Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

“You don’t need to escort the cart to my house. I promise to return it.”

“Carla is, without a doubt, watching from the window. I’m not taking a chance that I’ll land on her bad side, so you can either let me drive you or we can walk the three blocks. Just know that if you choose the ride, I’ll immediately dive into a lecture about getting into vehicles with strangers.”

“No lecture needed. I’ll walk, thanks. But I’m not sure I want a stranger who I met in the grocery store’s parking lot to know where I live either.”

“Fair point.” I chuckled. “I can produce references. The sheriff is a good friend. We can give him a call to come down and attest to my character. Though, chances are, your ice cream won’t survive the wait.”

“Then I guess for the sake of my cookies and cream, the walk is a risk I’ll have to take.” She gripped the cart’s handle and started for the sidewalk. “Sorry about this. I’m keeping you from your own shopping.”

“It’s all good. My shopping is done.” I dug the scratch tickets I’d bought inside from my jeans pocket, holding them up before tucking them away again. “I have a deal with my grandpa. Every week, I buy him lottery tickets from the two gas stations in town and the grocery store. In exchange, my grandma cooks me dinner once or twice a week.”

“So your grandfather has the chance to win money, and you get free meals. What about your grandma? Seems like she’s getting shortchanged.”

“Well . . . I do give her hugs when I go over for dinner.”

She raised two perfectly arched eyebrows.

I leaned in closer. “I’m really good at hugs.”

Her eyes sparkled as she let out a quiet laugh. She settled into a swift, natural pace.

The cart’s wheels were a rattle along the concrete, drowning out the muffled thud of my cowboy boots as the first block disappeared too quickly.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever met someone who walks as fast as you.” Normally, I’d shorten my stride to walk beside a woman, but not this one. “I’m guessing it has nothing to do with the ice cream, does it?”

“I walk fast.” She shrugged as we reached the first corner, each of us checking both ways before crossing the intersection. Then we were on the sidewalk again, already barreling down block number two.

Except I wasn’t ready for this walk to be over quite yet. Not quite so fast.

“Tell me a lie.”

She slowed—mission accomplished—and her eyebrows knit together. “Huh?”

“A lie. Tell me one.”

“Why?”

“Why not? A lie seems more interesting than small talk.”

About Devney Perry:

Devney Perry is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author of over forty romance novels. After working in the technology industry for a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to pursue her passion for writing. She was born and raised in Montana and now lives in Washington with her husband and two sons.

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HOW MY NEIGHBOR STOLE CHRISTMAS, an undeniably funny and spicy new enemies-to-lovers, winter holiday romance from USA Today Bestselling Author Meghan Quinn, is coming October 15th! 

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Every Kringle in Kringletown celebrated Christmas a lot.

But Cole Black on Whistler Lane, unfortunately, did not…

Every Kringle in Kringletown celebrated Christmas a lot.

But Cole Black on Whistler Lane, unfortunately, did not.

As his fellow citizens decorate their quaint town, brimming with carols and glad tidings, Cole wants nothing more than to hibernate the winter away. But his dreary plans are thwarted when his Christmas nemesis, Storee Taylor, moves in next door to care for her Aunt Cindy. Immediately, the new neighbor turns his life into a real nightmare before Christmas, especially when she decides to enter the town Christmas Kringle contest in honor of Cindy. And better yet, Storee is determined to win.

Over Cole’s dead body, she will. With help from his friend Max, Cole decides to enter the competition as well, to beat Storee at her own game by pretending that this hometown grump’s heart has grown three sizes this season and he’s fallen for the girl next door. And unfortunately for Storee, she has to follow his lead to have a chance at the Christmas Kringle title.

But the competition isn’t the only thing that heats up. Cole and Storee’s fake relationship becomes very real, and before they know it, they’re attempting to hide it from Aunt Cindy. Things get complicated, the competition gets tough, and all it takes is one single night for someone to steal it all…

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Every Kringle in Kringletown celebrated Christmas a lot.
But Cole Black on Whistler Lane, unfortunately, did not.

Cole became a recluse during the Kringle Christmas season.
No one knew why, no one could quite give a reason.

Martha said it was because he was alone and very single.
Mae said it was because he was never named the town Kringle.

But to me, the true reason is a story far too sad.
For at the age of eighteen, he lost both mom and dad.

Whatever the reason, his loss, or his status of being single,
He spent Christmas in the dark, hating the cheery people of Kringle.

From his window, he would stare with a crinkle of a frown,
At the lights and the wreathes spread all throughout town.

They would sing, they would smile, they would offer him a wave,
All the while he would scowl from atop his dim, dreary, cave.

For him, no decorations, no cookies, no little boy drumming,
For December 1^st was tomorrow and he knew what was coming.

The town would awake, the snow lightly packed in rows.
The baubles would shine; there’d be tying of the bows.

Because just around the corner, the bells would soon jingle,
Announcing the start of who’s named the town Kringle.

Cole Black had no interest, not a lick nor a care,
Why would he take part in such an asinine affair?

“Who cares who celebrates Christmas more?” he would grumpily say,
His motto until a shift with the wind on one blustery day.

From his window he peered at the commotion over the fence.
The sight of a familiar redhead made his soulless heart grow tense.

“What is she doing here? There has to be a reason.
She can’t possibly be here for the entire Christmas season.”

But her bags stacked high, in the middle of the driveway,
Were a red flag waving, announcing a very long vacay.

But why, it’s been years, exactly ten, to be fair,
Since she strutted around with her deep red hair.

No, he must find out; he must stop her visit right now.
She can’t stay here, not for Christmas; he must stop it…but how?

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TIME TO BOUNCE, an all-new suspenseful romance from Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author, Lani Lynn Vale, is available now!

He’ll stay away from her. Even if it kills him…

Loneliness is overwhelming in its intensity.

There are times you think you can cope, that you can make it despite the hollow feeling in your chest. Then there are the times when you realize you can’t breathe through the pain of loss.

When Gable Buchanan Carter walks into Athena’s life, it’s like a light is switched on inside her chest. Suddenly she can breathe.

But just as much as she wants him, Gable just as much wants nothing to do with her.

It’s like a cold stab of ice right to the gut at the knowledge that the person you want, that you love, wants nothing to do with you.

At least, that’s what she thinks.

In reality, Gable wants Athena Grace Murphy with every piece of his soul.

But how can he confidently say he’s doing the right thing by bringing her into his life when it’s so dangerous? She’s already lost every person she loves, how can he put her through the possibility of losing one more?

That’s right, he can’t.

So he’ll stay away from her. Even if it kills him.

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Lani Lynn Vale is an American author of humorous romantic suspense novels. Born in the Great State of Texas, she has lived the majority of her adult life in East Texas where most of her novels are based. She’s married to her high school sweetheart whom her readers refer to as “LLV’s Bearded Half.” She published her first novel, Boomtown, in the summer of 2013 after the birth of her third child. She’s gone on to publish over 100 novels, with most of them going on to become USA Today Bestsellers.

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SLAP SHOT SURPRISE, a sexy new one-night-stand turned surprise baby hockey romance from USA Today Bestselling Author, Melanie Harlow, is available now!

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Love? It’s out of the question.

Until Joe Lupo lines up his shot and aims straight for my heart…

From USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow comes an opposites attract, steamy small town hockey romance.

In my defense, I thought the plane was going to crash.

Otherwise, I never would have blurted out those embarrassing things to a perfect stranger.

Did I mention he turned out to be a scorching hot superstar of professional hockey?

But wait, there’s more.

When the plane lands safely, I rush off, praying I’ll never have to face him again. My luck holds out for less than twenty-four hours, when I realize he’s a groomsman at the wedding I’m attending.

We end up having a drink and a good laugh about my panicked confessions, and when he invites me up to his room for some no-strings-attached fun, I say yes. After all, a headboard rattling one-night stand with a guy who knows how to put the puck in deep isn’t something a bookworm like me ever thought she’d experience.

Neither are those two little pink lines.

Now what’s crashing are all the plans Joe Lupo and I had for our lives–separately.

After all, we’re totally wrong for each other. He’s commitment-phobic and completely focused on his career. And I want to plant roots in my small town–with someone who chooses me.

Love? It’s out of the question.

Until Joe Lupo lines up his shot and aims straight for my heart.

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EXCERPT:

He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “I had a lot of fun that night we hung out together.”

“Me too. That’s . . .” I dug my thumbnail beneath the label on the water bottle. “That’s kind of why I’m here.”

He chuckled. “You look nervous.”

“I am.”

“You don’t have to be nervous with me, Mabel.” He gave my shoulder a playful poke. “We don’t have to start all over again. I already put the puck in the net, remember?”

“That’s the thing,” I said. “The puck sort of—stayed in the net.”

He cocked his head but still wore a smile. “Huh?”

I set my water bottle on the coffee table and placed my hands on my stomach. “I’m pregnant, Joe. I got pregnant that night.”

Joe

My face was immobile, like my smile had been set in cement. “Sorry, what?”

“I’m pregnant.”

I looked around, like this might all be an elaborate setup. A practical joke. Were my brothers about to jump out and laugh their asses off at me? I had to admit, this would be a good prank.

But the room remained silent.

“Is this—are you—sorry.” I shook my head and stared at Mabel’s stomach. “Did you say pregnant?”

“Yes.” She took a breath. “I know this is a shock.”

“From that one night?”

“Yes.”

“But it was just a scrimmage,” I insisted. “It wasn’t supposed to count.”

She laughed nervously. “I don’t think all the players got that message.”

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USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling author Melanie Harlow writes sweet, sexy, feel-good romance. She likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. If she’s not writing or reading, she’s probably at Orangetheory or watching Schitt’s Creek again. She lifts her glass to readers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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THE ROMANCE LINE, an enemies-to-lovers, grumpy/sunshine, forbidden workplace romance from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Lauren Blakely is available now!

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The first rule of handling PR for a hockey team? Never hook up with a player…

The first rule of handling PR for a hockey team? Never hook up with a player.

That shouldn’t be a problem since the last man on earth I want to give an image makeover to is our goalie. He’s infuriatingly hot, famously grumpy and lives to spar with me after every game.

But shining up his rough edges is my path to landing the promotion I desperately need, so I grit my teeth and do my job. No matter how hard he makes it (especially with that sexy smirk and cool blue eyes.) As we travel from pose-with-a-pet photo opps to cuddle-a-kitten fundraisers, we bicker like it’s foreplay.

Turns out it is.

Because as I get to know the man behind the broody iceman exterior, it’s me that melts – right into his arms as he devastates me with a kiss that turns into the hottest, most forbidden night of my life.

Only once turns into every night as Max shows me how much he wants to take care of me. His possessive touch makes me feel adored for the first time in my life.

But the man is entirely off limits and I can’t risk my job for more of those soul-deep kisses.

Because the only thing worse than hooking up with a player is falling head over heels for him.

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EXCERPT:

“Just let me walk you to the door.”

“Fine,” she says, her palms raised in surrender.

I set my hand on her back again. A slight shiver seems to run through her when I touch her. I try not to let that go to my head. Or my dick.

But as we go, I spread my fingers wider across the silk of her shirt. Press a little harder. Rub a little more. Curl my thumb around her waist. Register every hitch of her breath.

By the time we’re at the top of the steps, my hand feels too right on her back to let go. “I’m not sure I have made my point, Everly.”

She turns to me, facing me, so I have to drop my hand from her back. Her gaze is wary but intrigued, her eyes flickering with questions. “What’s your point exactly?”

“Like I said earlier, if this was a date I’d walk you to the door.”

“But it’s not. You keep telling me it’s not.” It’s like she’s trying to catch me on a technicality, or maybe to push me into admitting something. She doesn’t make a move to go inside. Her gaze is locked on mine, and the air is charged between us. It crackles with anticipation.

“You’re right. It’s not,” I say, weighing how far I’ll go. What it’ll cost me.

She rolls her lips together, then breathes out, like she’s centering herself. “And you did it anyway.”

“True,” I say. Like I could do anything else with her. I couldn’t have stopped myself from showing up at The Spotted Zebra tonight if I’d tried. I couldn’t have resisted driving her home. I couldn’t have refrained from walking her up her steps. Now we’re standing in the warm October air, the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance, the ocean hugging us. And I’m not walking away—not with her closer than she’s ever been. I look at her lush mouth one more time, then her gorgeous eyes. “And if this were a date I’d kiss you at the door.”

She’s quiet, but her lips curve up. “That’s not what you said at the restaurant.”

Wait. I’m confused now. “That is what I said,” I point out.

She crosses her arms, shaking her head, but she’s smiling and it’s flirty. Inviting. “No, Max. You said you’d devastate me with a kiss.”

And that’s it. That’s enough. Just f*&k it. F*&k everything. “I guess I’d better start.”

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