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SO SORRY! DIDN'T REALIZE THAT THE LINK TO MODERN LOVE DIDN'T WORK. THE LINK BELOW SHOULD WORK NOW! THESE ARE SUCH ADORABLE STORIES. GIVE THEM A TRY. :)
Today, I wanted to introduce you to a great deal my publisher, Crimson Romance is putting out for a very limited time. TEN wonderful contemporary stories from TEN different authors all together for one AMAZING price. ONLY $0.99 CENTS.
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When love calls, it’s rarely easy but always memorable, and definitely worth turning the pages. Recapture the thrill, the delicious anticipation of finding your happily ever after in these 10 unforgettable, hot stories by some of today’s brightest names:
Her Knight in Black Leather – J.M. Stewart
Destination Wedding – Robyn Neeley
Drawn to Jonah – Jennifer DeCuir
On the Fly – Katie Kenyhercz
Wildly – Debra Kayn
Falling for You – Heather Thurmeier
Beginning Again – Peggy Bird
Spiraling – Rachel Cross
Save My Soul – Elley Arden
Sweet Gone South – Alicia Hunter Pace
Here are just a couple excerpts
Her Knight in Black Leather by
JM Stewart
A
beat of silence passed, and Michael let out a heavy exhalation behind her, a
sound of acceptance, defeat, dejection. He stepped up behind her, his warm,
solid body pressing against her back, pinning her where she stood. Reaching
around her, he opened a cabinet door, revealing a shelf full of glasses and
mugs. “Because I was afraid.”
His
words and the truth behind them settled into her core. She knew that feeling.
Too well. “Of what?”
“What
did you need from me last night, Cat?” His hot breath teased her neck, the
sensitive skin below her earlobe, and images invaded her mind. Of his mouth
latching on there, leaving his mark. The possessive look in his eyes when he
plunged inside her body, claimed her as his. How simultaneously wrong and right
it felt to be claimed that way. They were strangers, yet deep down, she
couldn’t deny she gave him a piece of herself last night.
“I
wanted the fantasy. You were a little wild, a little dangerous. A Harley-riding
bad boy in black leather with a wicked gleam in your eye who challenged
anyone to try to judge you.”
A
faint chuckle sounded behind her, so infectious one corner of her mouth curled
in response.
“You
were everything I wanted to be and exactly the type of man I never go for.”
About
JM
J.M.
writes what she likes to call sweet and spicy contemporary romance. She’s a
stay-at-home mom who lives in Seattle Washington, with her husband, two boys,
and their two very spoiled puppies. She’s been devouring romances for as long
as she can remember.
AND ONE MORE
Destination Wedding by Robyn
Neeley
“Kate, I was expecting you.”
He chuckled and pointed to her side. “Do you need some help with that?”
Kate looked down in horror.
She had forgotten to zip up her dress! Her lacy blue bra and matching thong
strap were visible. She yanked up the side zipper. “You have something of
mine,” she said icily.
“Your dress from last night.
Here it is.” He pulled back the closet door and handed it to her. “Looks like
they were able to get the tomato juice stain out. Good as new.”
“Thank you.” She clutched the
dress and turned to leave. On impulse, she spun back around. “You know. You’re
an ass.”
He smiled down at her. His
smile was just as warm as it had been last night. “I’ve been called worse.
Listen, Kate, we need to talk. Let me get dressed real quick. Why don’t you
come in and have some champagne.”
Kate peered in. Next to him
was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket and a glass plate of
chocolate covered strawberries.
“I sent those to you and Lauren. There’s nothing to say. You, Drew
Cannon, are my client. I don’t know what last night was about, but we will not
be clinging champagne flutes unless it’s at your wedding!”
“Kate, you’ve got this all
wrong. This isn’t what you think.”
“You commandeering my dress
and posing as my boyfriend isn’t what happened?”
“Well, yes, but come in. I’ll
explain everything. I think you’ll find it quite amusing.”
“There is nothing funny about
my client being a lying, cheating schmuck.” She turned and headed back to her
room.
The door slammed behind her.
“Kate, please stop. If you
would just listen—”
She put her hand up to block
his words. “Don’t follow me. I am only going to pretend to be nice to you
because you are my client, and your wedding is going to catapult me to partner.
I need this wedding to go off without a hitch.”
He swore under his breath.
“You don’t have to get nasty.”
She pushed her keycard in and unlocked her door.
“No, it’s not you. I locked
myself out.”
“Not my problem.” Kate entered
her room and slammed the door.
“Kate. Come on,” he pleaded
from the hallway. “At least let me borrow your phone to call housekeeping. You
can’t leave me out here in a towel.”
“Consider it payback!” she
yelled and peered out of the peephole. He had turned around. His beautifully
sculpted backside was exactly as she had imagined. No tattoos, no scars. Pure
perfection. Her nails would have a heyday…
Frustrated, she turned around
and leaned against the door. So he has to go to the lobby in a towel to fetch a
new key. He’d probably get some suggestive looks from women anxious to find out
what was underneath it. That’s not payback. Her lips turned up in a devilish
smirk. “But this is.” She gripped the door handle and flung it open.
“Thank you, Kate.” He started
to enter. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me out here. I’ll only be a minute.”
“Not so fast.” She rested one
hand on his chest and yanked off his towel with the other, leaving him naked.
“I’ll just have this dry cleaned for you.”
She slammed the door and
rolled up the towel, shoving it in the wastepaper basket. Now that was payback.
About Robyn
Robyn Neeley is an East Coaster who loves to
explore new places; watches way more reality TV than she cares to admit; can’t
live without Dunkin Donuts coffee and has never met a cookie she didn’t like.
If you have a must read romance suggestion or a fabulous cookie recipe, she
wants to know. Visit her at robynneeley.com.
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