Thursday, September 27, 2018

Blog Tour: Wicked Wedding by Sawyer Bennett


Wicked Wedding, an all-new sexy standalone novel, from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sawyer Bennett is available NOW!

It all started with a wedding…
Well, three weddings, to be exact. The one that happened, the one that went up in flames, and the one nobody saw coming.
Andrew Collings has seen a lot of things living in Vegas. Hell, he’s done a lot of things. But one thing he’s never witnessed is a beautiful brunette, hitchhiking her way into the city, wearing a wedding dress. Until now, that is.
Brynne Adams is running away from a broken heart. She expected a lot of things from her wedding day but finding photos of her fiancé and maid of honor and best man in a compromising position wasn’t one of them. She most certainly never imagined that she’d end up marrying the handsome stranger that rescued her from the side of the road that day.
Andrew and Brynne’s quick nuptials may have been the result of a drunken joke, but they soon realize that love can be found in the most unlikely of places if you just stop and take a chance.
* Wicked Wedding is the fourth STANDALONE NOVEL in the LEFT AT THE ALTAR series in a collaboration of six New York Times Bestselling Authors: J. S. Scott, Ruth Cardello, Raine Miller, Sawyer Bennett, Minx Malone, and Melody Anne.

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“This is going to be epic, Brynne.” “What’s that?” I ask breathlessly. “Our love.” 

Epic is just what this story was. 

Andrew Collins used to be love struck one in the trio with his two best friends. He was the one who thought everlasting love was a possibility, that soulmates were out there, that the happily ever after was definitely possible. However, when the two people closest to him were all that keen on love, actually fall in love, he starts to think maybe love isn’t his thing after all. So after watching his two best friends tie the knot, Andrew hops in his car and heads into Sin City for a little debauchery at The Wicked Horse; only halfway there he comes across a vision….a woman….on the side of the rode….hitchhiking… a wedding dress. Too curious to let this go he pulls over to assist her and learns that meeting Brynn Adams on the side of the road, escaping from her wedding, in her wedding dress was just what he needed. 

Having discovered her fiancé’s indiscretion the night before, just as she’s prepared to walk down the aisle; Brynne takes off in her wedding dress and tennis shoes and decides to hitch around into the city.  Lucky for Brynn, the person who decides to give her a lift isn’t a serial killer but a true blue romantic or at least he used to be. It’s a wild night with Andrew that makes her realize, love comes at the craziest times. 

When Andrew discovers what’s happened to Brynne, he’s determined to give her not just the best night of her life but the best wedding night of her life. 

“You should get married……….Tonight. A beautiful ceremony complete with the most extravagant flowers, elegant music, and a dashing groom who can’t keep his eyes off you because that dress makes you a million times more beautiful than you already are.” “And who would that dashing groom be?” “Me, of course,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’m already wearing a tux. Give me fifteen minutes and three phone calls, and I can have it all arranged.” “You can arrange a wedding in fifteen minutes…. “It’s Vegas, Brynne. And I’m filthy rich with a lot of connections. Of course I can arrange it in fifteen minutes.”…“I should marry you?” “Tonight?” The concept is utterly ridiculous. “Well, yes… otherwise, you take that dress off and it’s wasted. We’ll go have a beautiful ceremony and take lots of pictures—we’ll even frame one to send to the asshole and the whore. And then your dream will at least be realized instead of a regret you’ll later have.” 

And that’s how the epic love started. 

I love chemistry, I love witty dialogue and banter, I love characters that just let themselves be free, I love men who aren’t afraid to show emotion and I just LOOOOOOOOVE ANDREW!! I’ve been waiting for Andrew since I first met him in Wicked Envy; at times I was more intrigued by him than Avril and Dane! I was not disappointed at all in the Andrew I got and I loved Brynn right away. For having been devastated on her wedding day, she jumped right in with Andrew and made the best of her crazy situation. Seriously, this guy was so charming even I was ready to marry him after he made it sound so simple. 

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I ask in amazement. “Why not?” he says with a laugh. “We’re drunk. We’re adventurous. And best of all, I can almost guarantee you Vegas makes it as easy to get a marriage annulled as it does to get married, although one of those calls will be to my attorney to verify that. Let’s go have your wedding, then we’ll go out dancing in that beautiful dress until dawn. We’ll get the marriage annulled tomorrow, and we’ll both have an incredibly fun story to tell people. What do you say?”  

HELL TO THE FREAKIN YES! That’s what I’d say. 

As usual Sawyer gives me so many things to love about her books that I could talk about them all day and not finish. 

Chemistry and banter is high on my list of things that make a book great; the chemistry for these two was there right from the start. From the minute Brynn climbed into Andrew’s car it was like she was meant to be there. To be complete strangers, they were completely at ease with each other.  It was as if they were long lost friends catching up. . The banter started immediately and it was wonderful. They played off of one another so well. Even during moments that could have been tense and uncomfortable they put one another at ease. The pace of this story was perfect. I have a horrible habit of looking at the bottom of my ereader to see how many hours or percentage is remaining in a book. Sometimes it’s because a book drags and I’m wondering if I’m ever going to pick up. Sometimes it’s because I feel like the story is moving a little too fast. Well, when I saw I didn’t have much time remaining I started panicking for two reasons; one, I didn’t want the story to end, and two, I didn’t want it to be rushed and I was left feeling unfulfilled.  So not the case, this was a quick read but it hit all the right buttons for me. When I think about it, that’s the whole point, things happened really fast with these two but it was soooooo right. 

“Don’t try to put off my concern for you, Brynne. You’re not just a fuck, okay?” I can’t do anything but murmur, “Okay,” and take note of the fact there’s nothing about Andrew that makes me feel cautious. No doubts. No pits in my stomach. I don’t have a single hesitation about venturing forward with him to see where this goes, and I also take note of the fact that it feels more right to me than anything ever has.”

Translation: When you know, you just know…..sigh.

Characters; I swear this woman can make anything a character.  I’m talking the most unlikely of characters…..I mean; the woman made the threesome a freaking character! Yes, the mention of Andrew’s venture into a threesome with Dane and Avril is constantly mentioned in this story but not annoyingly so. It’s like the threesome is in fact one of the characters, a character whose purpose and place need to be defined; not so much in Brynn and Andrew’s life but in Andrew’s life alone. Avril pretty much sums it up for him when she gives him advice on talking to Brynne about it. I personally think the advice was waaaay wrong, but I digress. It’s what else she says that gives the threesome character place and a purpose.

“It’s not who you are,” she explains. “It was a part of your past, and it has no current standing on you at all today. It doesn’t define who you are. It doesn’t impact your feelings about Brynne, nor would it ever affect the way you would treat her.”

Translation: Place – In the past; Purpose – Show you what you really want, and what you’re really made of.

Okay, so yeah, I loved Andrew but I really liked Brynne too. Talk about resilient. After such a betrayal I don’t know that I could have been so stoic; and then went back to work with the assholes who broke my heart! And with all that happened, she wasn’t afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve. One of my favorite parts in this book was Brynne’s response when Andrew told her he was in love with her. 

I smile. “I don’t love San Diego.” His smile back at me falters. “Well, that’s a weird response to me telling you I love you.” My smile turns into a thousand-watt grin. “And I don’t love Jesse or my dental practice. I don’t love my house or my neighbors. My friends are my friends regardless of where I live.” Andrew’s eyebrows knit together. “I sense you’re going somewhere with this, but fuck if I can figure out where.” I laugh and lean toward him, pressing my lips against his for a moment. When I pull back, I look him dead in the eye. “My point is… there’s nothing I love enough here to hold me. There’s only one thing I love, and he’s in Vegas.”

How freaking sweet! OMG, she melted my heart. 

The last thing that really impressed me with this book; all roads lead to The Wicked Horse for Andrew and Brynne. It’s the catalyst for life changing events for both of them, yet….we never step foot in The Wicked Horse in this book. Just one more example of why Sawyer Bennett rocks. 

I’ve rambled long enough; bottom line for me….5 Star Read. 

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“Let me prop the door open and I’ll carry you over the threshold,” I tell Brynne as I press the keycard against the magnetic reader.

She giggles, a sound I normally find grating on a grown woman, but on Brynne it’s charming. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still sparkling with energy.“Well,you are very Thor-like, so a girl would be crazy to refuse to be carried over the threshold by her husband.”

That’s right. I’m her husband, but let’s rewind just a bit to detail how this all went down.

It took me exactly fifteen minutes and three phone calls to set things up, just as I promised her.

The first call was to the nicest, swankiest Vegas chapel that I could find with a Google search. I was advised we’d have to obtain a license at the Las Vegas Marriage Bureau for the low price of seventy-five dollars, and I wasn’t surprised in the least to learn it was open twenty-four hours a day on the weekends. I was able to arrange a limousine to pick us up, as well as an explosion of flowers within the chapel itself. When I gave my credit card number to the woman, I told her to go crazy on decor, but I specifically requested white calla lilies for the bride bouquet because Brynne told me those were her favorites.

The second call was to a jeweler where I was able to purchase two very simple wedding bands in gold. It’s a detail I probably could have ignored considering we both knew this was just for fun, but fuck it. I’m rich, which means I have the ability to make this as nice as I can for Brynne.

The third call was to my attorney, who explained annulment laws and assured me it was a fairly straightforward process. I’d have to institute the action—called a complaint—and if Brynne waives service, we can present our annulment request to the court to be approved after twenty days. It wasn’t immediate, but twenty days was nothing in the grand scheme of things.

By the time we took a limo to the marriage bureau, stood in line for about thirty minutes with other like minded folks, and then made our way to the chapel, we’d sobered up quite a bit.

“You sure you want to do this?” she asked me just before we went in.“I mean… it was a fun notion when we were a little more buzzed.”

“Hell yes,” I’d told her with a devilish grin.“Mostly so we can send a picture to the whore and the asshole.”

Her laugh was sparkling and beautiful and just a little evil, which made her infinitely more attractive to me.“It’s all in good fun with no risk,” I’d added on to assure her.

So we went in, both of us grinning like fools during the ceremony. It felt fake, because it was fake, but in some respects, it’s the most real thing I’ve ever done. Because what we were doing had real purpose. It was to give Brynne and her glorious wedding dress a moment to shine.

It became even more real when the minister—who was not dressed like Elvis, but was very dapper in a dark gray suit with an old-fashioned cravat tied at his neck—told us in a very cultured voice,“You may kiss the bride.”


I hadn’t thought about the kiss.

I mean, I’d thought of kissing her because she’s sexy and vibrant and smiling despite the fact she was shit on hard today. But I hadn’t thought about the“wedding kiss”. Because even though this is all fake, somehow a man giving us formal permission to put our mouths together to seal our marriage vows makes it very fucking real.

There was no hesitation. When my lips touched hers and she gave a tiny huff of pleasure, I realized I wanted to consummate this fake marriage very badly.

I did not, however, know if Brynne felt the same. Because today would probably go down as the worst and weirdest of her life, I wasn’t going to push. Instead, I took her out for a radically expensive late dinner and then we hit a popular jazz club where we listened to music.

And then it happened.

A slow song was played. A bluesy number people just sort of sway to, and I asked her to dance with me.

She accepted.

It was Brynne who kissed me. Slid her delicate fingers into my hair, went to her tiptoes in her gray tennis shoes with teal-blue accents, and pressed her mouth to mine. My mind reeled, and my cock started to twitch to attention as we swayed and kissed. The words were forming in my mind on how best to invite her into my bed without sounding like an opportunistic douche, but then it didn’t matter.

She pulled her mouth from mine, relaxing and tipping her head back to see me.“If we have sex tonight, does that ruin our chances of getting an annulment?”

I had no fucking clue what the answer was. It had never crossed my mind I might actually get the chance to fuck her, so I didn’t ask my attorney.

“Not that I know of,” I hedge. At least I didn’t flat-out lie to her.

“Good,” she said with a smile.“Let’s go to my hotel room.”

SawyerBennettAbout Sawyer:
Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.

Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.

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Release Blitz: Medicine Man by Saffron Kent

Medicine Man by Saffron A. Kent
Release Date: September 27th
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Willow Taylor lives in a castle with large walls and iron fences. But this is no ordinary castle. It’s called Heartstone Psychiatric hospital and it houses forty other patients. It has nurses with mean faces and techs with permanent frowns.
It has a man, as well. A man who is cold and distant. Whose voice drips with authority. And whose piercing gray eyes hide secrets, and maybe linger on her face a second too long.
Willow isn’t supposed to look deep into those eyes. She isn’t supposed to try to read his tightly leashed emotions. And neither is she supposed to touch herself at night, imagining his powerful voice and that cold but beautiful face.
No, Willow Taylor shouldn’t be attracted to Simon Blackwood, at all.
Because she’s a patient and he’s her doctor. Her psychiatrist.
The medicine man.
WARNING: This book discusses sensitive issues including but not limited to, depression and suicide.

“Do you have someone special, Dr. Blackwood?”
Someone you kiss? Someone you grab and pull into a dark alley and press against
I don’t say that but I’m definitely asking that.
It’s like he hears the unspoken questions because the heat of his body seems to have
doubled. Like his blood is rushing in his veins with an uncanny speed.
With flaring nostrils and a hard jaw, he answers, “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m busy.”
I want to smile. Actually, I’ve never wanted to smile this hard. Ever. His answer calms
me but it also makes me restless to move closer to him. I want to trace my palm over the arch
of his chest and see if I got it right in my dreams.
But I don’t do any of those things. I don’t want him to take away this small concession
he’s given me.
Why is he even giving it to me? I’m not complaining. But still.
“Busy with patients?”
“Busy with my job. Yes,” he says, all professional-like.
That’s what he is. Professional and distant. Dedicated to his job and fixing people. If
Mass General let him go, then they are idiots.
I’m an idiot, too, in this moment.
Instead of backing off, I want to do something. Something that might crack his cool
façade. Maybe reaching up and messing up his no-nonsense hair.
What would he do? If I did that? If I grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall?
And kissed him?
My eyes drop to his lips, his soft, soft lips. There’s a cleft in the middle of his lower lip. I
want to taste that cleft, dig my tongue in it, wet it, suck on it, bite it.
“So you don’t have fun at all?”
“No. I’m not a fun guy.”
I watch his lips form the words, and every syllable that comes out of his mouth makes
my need to shake him, kiss him, mess him up, stronger. Stronger and stronger.
The need is so consuming that I hardly notice when he puts his hand on my palm and
takes it off his body. It’s final and smooth, his action. Effortless. As though my touch barely
registered to him.
“But I think you have a point. It’s after hours and I should go… have fun rather than
spending my time with a patient.” He steps back then. “I’ll see you next week. Same time.”

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Writer of bad romances. Aspiring Lana Del Rey of the Book World.
Saffron A. Kent is a Top 100 Amazon Bestselling author of Contemporary and New Adult romance. More often than not, her love stories are edgy, forbidden and passionate. Her work has been featured in Huffington Post, New York Daily News and USA Today’s Happy Ever After.
She lives in New York City with her nerdy and supportive husband, and a million and one books.

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Release Blitz: Gravel Road by Stephie Walls

Release Date: September 27, 2018
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I fell in love with Austin before I even knew what the word meant.
Miranda was the only girl who ever had a chance at owning my heart.

Defined by the land we grew up on—ranches, pastures, lakes—Mason Belle, Texas, wrote our story. And then it tore out the pages.

Six years later, Miranda had managed to slip away again. But this time, I refused to let her run.



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Bestselling author, Stephie Walls is a lover of words--the more poetic the better. She lives on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina in her own veritable zoo with two dogs, three cats, and Magoo (in no preferential order). She would thrive on coffee, books, and Charlie Hunnam if it were possible, but since it's not, add in some Chinese food or sushi and she's one happy girl.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Blog Tour: Dating the Enemy by Nicole Williams

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Ms. Romance, Hannah Arden, writes one of the top read relationship advice columns in the nation. Mr. Reality, Brooks North, writes the top read relationship advice column.

Ms. Romance believes in true love and soul mates. Mr. Reality believes love is a term humanity has assigned to the primal instinct to procreate. She believes in fate—he in chance. She knows there’s one right person for everyone—he knows there are multiple ones. The two writers couldn’t be more polarized on relationships. They’re professional rivals, and philosophical antagonists.

For eight years, their battles have been fought with words and ink. That changes when they apply for the same position at the World Times and find themselves face-to-face for the first time. Brooks isn’t the sour-faced, antiquity of a man Hannah pictured. And Hannah isn’t exactly the middle-aged shrew with cat hair on her housedress that Brooks imagined either.

In lieu of competing for the promotion traditional ways, the two writers are presented with playing the leading roles in a social experiment unlike any before. Can a person be tricked into falling in love? Can a relationship be crafted under the right string of circumstances? Hannah knows the answer. So does Brooks.

Agreeing to the terms, the two set out on a three-month dating experiment, live-streamed for the world to watch. All Hannah has to do to win is not fall in love with the narcissistic brute. All Brooks has to do is get the starry-eyed dreamer to fall in love with him. Both are so confident in their philosophies, they expect the challenge to be easy.

With the world watching, Brooks and Hannah will be forced to confront their beliefs and conclude, once and for all, who’s right. The answer is one neither of them saw coming.

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Hannah Arden had a one night stand with a nameless, gorgeous, blew her mind (3 mind blowing orgasms) guy a month ago in Chicago. She left him her number but hasn't heard from him. As a romance newspaper journalist, she knows if she hasn't heard from him by now, she's probably not going to...

That is until she walks into her boss' office and there sits Mr. Nameless. Apparently he has a name-
and he's also a writer-better known as Mr. Reality. He's the guy who doesn't believe in love.

"Hannah, this is Brooks North," Mr. Conrad continued, not hearing -or ignoring-my comment.
"I get a name." My head tipped across the table at "Brooks North." "Thirty days later."

Seems they both are up for the position of department head, and now they are each other's competition. They couldn't be more different, something Mr. Conrad, Hannah's boss is just about to exploit. He has the idea to boost sales by doing a reality show -Romance Versus Reality, with the two of them.

"It's a kind of social experiment." Mr. Conrad's stubby finger waved between Brooks and me. "And you two will facilitate it."

So they are roped into fake dating and being followed by an audience for three months to prove which school of mind is correct where love is concerned. The results with the audience will determine who gets the job.

Brooks jumps in with both feet, he makes no secret of his views on love but he's a good guy. Cynical, yes, but still a good guy. Hannah has a wall so tight around her that all the king's horses and all the king's men aren't getting around that fortress. But in spite of all that, she believes in true love. The kind of love her parents had, the kind she wants for herself some day.

"More than half of marriages that vow 'til death do us part wind up in divorce. You've got your work cut out for you."
"Yet when polled, three-quarters of the population believe in true love." I shrugged. "You're the one who's got work to do."

Of course these two are perfect for each other, it just might take a little bit for them to realize it!

"Sometimes you might think it's all falling apart, when really, it's all just falling into place."

“Where do you think you’re going?”
​I jolted. Brooks had an annoying talent of being able to appear out of thin air. “As far away from this dance floor as I can get.”
​“But we haven’t danced yet.” Brooks crept in front of my path, forcing me to stop or crash into him.
​Braking to a stop, I shot him a look. “I’ll be sure to shed some tears for that later. When I’m asleep.”
​“Someone’s notably grumpier now than they were earlier.” His eyes narrowed in an investigative kind of way. “Methinks you weren’t totally forthcoming about you minding if I danced with other women.”
​The cameraman was leaning in, our ever-present third wheel, but I didn’t feel the need to lower my voice. “Methinks you were onto something when you expressed trepidation over your manhood’s functioning properties after tonight.”
​Brooks let out a low whistle. “Under the right circumstances, those words, from that mouth, would be such a turn-on.”
​“The right circumstances being what? Your standing appointment with a dungeon and a dominatrix?”
​One dark brow lifted. “Bad kitty.”
​“No. Grumpy cat.” I circled my face before going around him.
His arm whipped out, cinching around my waist to draw me back to him. “Let’s see if I can help with that.” His hand found mine, lifting it, while his other secured at my back, bringing me closer. And closer.
And . . .
“Brooks,” I hissed, remembering the camera before I put into words what I’d just felt.
He didn’t appear the slightest bit fazed. “What was that about my functioning manhood?”
“I don’t want to feel it digging into my stomach when I’m trying to focus on tangoing.”
“Then you shouldn’t have worn that dress.”
“And we’ll lump that in the category known as victim-blaming,” I muttered, trying to ignore the hard swell rubbing against my midsection.
“It’s not your fault my dick has a thing for your dress.” Brooks didn’t lower his voice at all. “It’s his fault, one hundred and ten percent. Total case of dick-blaming right here.”

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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.

Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.


Cover Reveal: One Week Hating You by Roya Carmen

Title: One Week Hating You
Author: Roya Carmen
Genre: 2nd Chance Love/Hate Story
Release Date: October 25, 2018
Cover Design: Calico Images

Maeve is over the moon: life is good and she's about to get married to Peter. But when she loses her job and gets jilted at the altar, her world crumbles and she runs into her momma's arms.

She's back in her small hometown for a week, and she has a plan - make Peter insanely jealous and win him back. Enter Blake Taylor, the boy who broke her heart. She'd rather avoid him at all costs, but with his 'bad boy' good looks and their shared history, Blake is the perfect man for the job, as long as she can stand him long enough - it's just one week, after all.

She'll show Peter that she's not the sweet wallflower he thinks she is, and he'll come running back soon enough.

But when he does, will she still want him?

A second chance love hate story.

As soon as he closes the door behind us, he grabs my wrist and pulls me in to him.

The sudden tug makes me jerk. “You’re hurting me.”

His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, as dark as coal. “No way in hell I’m letting you do this, Maeve. I’m not going to let you ruin our last night together. You’re mine tonight.”

He presses a hand gently on my cheek. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all that.”

The anger that had overwhelmed me just a second ago, instantly fades. All that remains is longing and desire. He’s right – I can’t ruin our last night together.

He draws my mouth to his. “I’m going to miss you,” he whispers.

“Me too,” I tell him, and get lost in his kiss. It’s as sweet and sexy as the kisses we shared years ago, but as he presses me against the door, it grows in intensity, and the boy’s kiss I remember so well morphs into the man’s kiss, the kind of kiss that makes you melt, and wet with want.

I get lost in his kiss, never wanting it to end. My fingers dig into his hair wildly as I wrap my leg tightly around his waist. I can’t get enough of him.

He tears himself away, and my heart jerks. He’s teasing again, or playing games. “What?”

He smiles, an impish grin. “No more kissing.”

“What?!” I say, incredulous. There’s no way we’re not kissing all night. This is what tonight’s all about.

He takes my hand and leads me to the chairs by the window. “Not another kiss until I get you completely naked.”

I smile. “How about you?”

He grins widely. “You be patient, Freckles.”

He slides a long finger along the curve of my dress. “I love this, but it has to go.” He spins me around, and presses his hot mouth on the nape of my neck. My whole core responds to him, so easily. He slides the zipper down slowly. “You’re too good for me,” he says quietly.

I want to protest and tell him that no, I’m not too good for him, but I get completely lost in the feel of his hand sliding down my back.

“You should go back to him,” he goes on. “He can give you the life you want, the life you deserve.” He slides the sleeveless dress over my shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. He bites my shoulder gently and I close my eyes. “I’ll always want you, Maeve. I’ll always remember this… the way your skin tastes and feels under my touch.”

I reach for him and fiddle with the buttons on his shirt but I can’t quite get at them – I’m a mess. He’s turned me into rubber. His hands slide over the curve of my waist, draw circles around my navel, and finally settle on the band of my lace panties. “I know you’ll always remember this too. When you’re fucking him, you’ll be thinking about me.”

He’s right, and he knows it.

Roya Carmen is a busy mom, romance writer, designer, bookworm, chocoholic, and hopeless romantic. There’s nothing she enjoys more than making up stories about love, and sharing them with her readers.


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