EXCERPT BLAST: Branded Steel by MJ Fields

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EXCERPT:
“You okay?” Truth asks as she paddles toward me, away from where they all ditched Brand after what I can guess was a ten-minute half-assed tutorial.

“They just left him?” I ask, trying my best to mask my annoyance.

“They all learned far too early from Uncle Jase and Abe to actually know how to do that. And let’s be honest, they have zero patience. Plus, they’re not teachers.” She sits up on her board, straddling it like I am mine, as I wait for my next wave. “Why don’t you offer to teach him?”

It’s not like I hadn’t considered doing just that, and as chill as Dad has been since he realized that “where there’s a will, there’s a way” after Bella and Tags got together, I’m not throwing caution to the wind and chancing … tonight being foiled.

“Why don’t you?” I retort.

Truth, being … Truth, shrugs as she pops two fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly. Brand looks toward us, and she waves him over. He lifts his chin, lies on his board, and starts to paddle toward us.

Hot damn, that cowboy can even ride a board and look amazing doing so.

Truth giggles, and I look at her. “What?”

“Could have just asked for a wing girl, Kiki.” She winks. “I got you.”

“That’s not what—”

“What’s my name?” she interrupts.

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“What’s my name?” She pretends to crack her knuckles as she rolls her neck, faking badass.

I cave, “Truth.”

“Then don’t give me anything but.” She winks.

I look away from her and toward Brand. With each stroke of his arms, I watch, mesmerized by the way his muscles work together. Heat resonates through my body at a ridiculous rate as I think about how his hands took hold of my face, tilted my head back, licked his lips, and then pressed them against mine. The closer he gets to me, the more my core burns.

When his eyes connect with mine, the smile in them falters, and he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and that seems to turn me on even further.

Truth kicks me under the water, and I turn in the opposite direction, not wanting her to see my face, as I’m sure it’s flushed.

As luck would have it, I see a bomb coming in.

“That’s mine,” I say as I quickly maneuver my body on my board and charge the wave. I paddle faster as the wave builds higher and higher.

“No fucking way!” I hear Max yell from a distance as I pop up and the wave begins to barrel.

“You got this, Katy girl.” I hear my dad’s voice and his loud laugh as I enter the tube.

I almost feel bad for Max, I think as walls of water form around me. This is one of those moments every surfer lives for.

Now totally surrounded by water, I hear Dad’s voice in my head as clear as if he were standing right beside me, “Plant your feet, crouch down, center your body weight, keep your shoulders square, your eyes on the exit, just ride it out.”

Those words were always for Max, because this was never my thing, but my God how beautiful is this moment.

So beautiful.
My heart is beating rapidly, but there is a calm hold to its hurried pace. I reach out, steadying myself as rolling water pushes me through.

The ultimate goal, of course, is coming out at the end of the tube, feet still planted, but at this moment, I really don’t care if I do or not. This could be a once in a lifetime happening, and if it is, that’s fine with me.

Nearing the end, I crouch lower and lower as the space becomes smaller and smaller. When I emerge out of the end, I hear them all cheering as I stand on my board. Smiling to myself, I simply hold up my hand, pinky and thumb extended, and give it a slight shake—shaka.

Dad throws his hands in the air, laughing as he claps, while I glide easily toward shore.

I look out of the corner of my eye at Brand and catch him with a soft smile on his full lips as he shakes his head very slowly back and forth. Then he raises his hand and gives me a very discreet shaka.

Blurb:
He can sing, dance, and owns whatever stage he’s "performing" on.
His looks make him a triple threat.
And he’s gone viral.
He is the Country Music Artist of the Year.
Which means that face, those eyes, that hair, that body, and his voice are every-freaking-where.
He’s America’s newest country sensation, and he can do no wrong.

Except, he did.
He totally did.
And he did it to me.

Title: Branded Steel

Series: Steel Crew 2 

Author: MJ Fields

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Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

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Excerpt Blast: Wicked Hearts by Amber Kelly

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Title: Wicked Hearts (Poplar Falls 3)

Age Group: Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 14, 2020
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Blurb:
A new friends-to-lovers small town romance from Amber Kelly…

Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks? 

My big brother and I landed in the care of my aunt and her husband after my parents died in a tragic accident when I was three-years-old. I grew up smothered by love from a family that knows what the bitter sting of loss feels like.

Living under that umbrella afforded me the ability to grow up with the security needed to try my every whim… and I have, now it’s time to figure out who I want to be.

My family would love for me to settle down with someone grounded and successful like the sexy new vet in town.

I like him, but I am restless.

I don’t want to be grounded. I want to ride the wind.

Walker Reid has worked on my family’s ranch for years. He’s like a son to Uncle Jeff and my brother’s closet friend. He is a sexy devil, drinks too much and likes to live wild and free.

I’m drawn to him. Maybe he’ll finally be the one to help me let go and find where I belong. Or maybe my brother will kill us both.
Small Town, Ranch, Friends to Lovers. Coming to you on May 14, 2020.

EXCERPT:
I sit on the porch and wait for Sonia to pick me up. I worked with Sophie this morning, and now, I’m making the post-office run to check the ranch’s PO box and then swinging by the bank to pick up Rustic Peak’s corporate credit card, which Sophie ordered in my name ahead of our trip. Then, Sonia and I are having lunch in town and heading to Denver to pick up Charlotte at the airport.

Walker pulls up on a tractor and stops in front of the steps.

He whistles. “Look at you. Where are you headed?” he asks.

I look down at my black jeans and off-the-shoulder red sweater. “Lunch,” I answer.

He hops off the tractor. “Lucky lunch date. You look gorgeous in red,” he says as he makes his way on to the porch.

“Thank you,” I say, accepting his compliment for the fact that I know he means it. “Are you taking a break?” I ask.

“Just coming to grab the sandwiches Doreen and Ria made for us and taking them out to the guys,” he says.

“Are you guys close to finishing up out there?”

“Almost. We should get the last posts wired up before we leave tomorrow. One of the crews Jefferson hired will work while we’re gone this weekend and make sure everything is secure and ready before we return on Monday.”

“I know you guys are relieved. You’ve worked so hard. I still can’t believe you pulled it off in time.”

“What? Woman, there is nothing we can’t get done if we want it bad enough,” he says with a grin.

“So cocky,” I tease, and his lips twitch.

“Say that again,” he dares.

“Say what?” I ask as I feel myself starting to blush.

He leans over and says in my ear, “You know what. I like hearing that dirty word come out of your sweet mouth.”

Now, I know my face is as red as my sweater.

“Cocky is not a dirty word,” I point out.

“I still like the way you say it,” he teases me.

The front door swings open, and Aunt Ria comes bouncing out, with a loaded tray in hand.

“Elle, dear, can you do me a favor and take this up to Sophie in the office?”

“I’ll get it, Ria,” Walker offers as he walks over to relieve her of the platter holding a tea pitcher and sandwich.

“Thank you, Walker,” she says as she hands it over and scurries back into the house.

He carries it down the steps and in the direction of the barn. As he passes me, he says, “Have fun on your lunch date.”

I stay silent as I watch him climb the steps up to the office. Was he flirting with me? Is that what just happened? I know Walker flirts with everyone, but something about that exchange felt different.

He reaches the door and looks over his shoulder at me one last time before he disappears behind it.

A shiver runs down my spine just as Sonia’s car drives through the gate.

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Excerpt Blast for THE GUY IN THE MIDDLE by Kate Stewart

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Contemporary Romance

Stand Alone
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Blurb:

I was born to play and bred to win.

My priorities were instilled in me early on—family and football. Those ideals led me to TGU and a coach whose ironclad principles mirrored my own.

With one last college season to play, my goal was singular—get drafted. By realizing my NFL dream, I could save my family, our ranch, and the only home I’d ever known.

Two birds, one ball.

Playing hard was my only option, but there’s always a wild card.

For all of my planning and hard work, I never anticipated falling for the coach's daughter. Harper was a fair catch, but who knew loving her could be the one play to throw my career before it started or that the weight of our secret would change the game.

*The Guy in the Middle is a stand alone novel in the Underdog Series. This is Lance's story.

EXCERPT:
Harper

“I’ve missed you, you know? More than you can imagine.”

“Can’t imagine it at all,” he says, picking through a book he’s not reading.

“Can I help you two?” One of the store sales associates asks, and I shake my head and smile. When she takes her leave, I look over to Lance who stands fuming on the other side of a table filled with loose items. We’re in a mismatch shop full of mostly cheap junk, and I can’t imagine him finding anything for his mother here.

“Lance, I have missed you. Horribly.”

“Could have fooled me.”

I can only take so much. Irritated, I lift a designer coffee mug from the table.

“You like this for your mom?”

“No.”

“How about this?”

“Nope.” He’s not even looking at what’s in my hands.

“You sure? It’s a hide purse. Cute for a rancher’s wife, don’t you think?” This gets his attention, and stormy eyes lift to mine.

“Would you buy that for you?”

I look it over and shake my head. “Not really my style.”

“Bet it’s not.”

I can feel my ears reddening. Fuming, I eye a box on the shelf, snatch it and shove it into his chest. “How about this giant fucking purple dildo and matching anal plug!? Think mom will like that?”

He looks up completely unaffected, “Nope.”

“I don’t think we’re in the right place,” Tossing the box down, I stalk out of the cluttered shop and into the department store next to it. He’s hot on my heels.

“Got that fucking right.”

I turn back to see he’s spoiling for a fight and release a stressed breath. Fighting with him is the last thing I want to do. “Look, lets, just…” I search around and pull a sweater from the closest rack. “How about this? Simple, elegant.”

“You think Mom’s simple, huh? I’ll give her your regards.”

“That’s it.” I hook the sweater back on to the rack and close the space between us, forcing his eyes to mine. “God, you’re still a brute, aren’t you? You haven’t changed a bit. Still pig-headed as hell.”

“Pig-headed?” He opens his mouth in mock shock and covers his chest with his hand. “How dare you.”

I’m in between fight or flight, but I’ve been dodging this long enough. My heart can’t take more confrontation. I missed him too much. His eyes flare with satisfaction at my irritation. “Misery loves company, right, Lance?”

“Never said I was miserable.”

“You don’t have to. Did you come to New York just to torture me?”

“Maybe.”

“Rub it in on what I’m missing out on?”

A voice sounds from next to us. “Is there something I can help you find today?”

We both turn to the woman with lasers in our eyes, and she swallows. I clear my throat. “We’re fine. Thank you.”

Lance winks at the woman, his eyes scanning her form. “Maybe you can help me?”

“You son of a bitch,” I hiss, before walking away from the table. His voice rings out next to me as I rip through a rack of scarves.

“Good to know you care, Priss, gotta admit, it’s surprising.”

I reel on him. “Don’t you dare! Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I had to make a clean break. I had just lost everyone that mattered to me. I was losing my mind.”

“I got pissed for one day, and you went off the grid.”

“And you let me go because you knew no matter how much we wanted it to work, it couldn’t. You have no idea what I went through!”

“What you went through? Do you know I spent six months ranting to an Uber driver named Dave because everyone on my team hated me when the truth came out?” He stomps after me as I pull sweater after sweater off the rack. “Troy jumped ship after he got drafted. I had no one but Tony and those fights.”

I turn to him with twenty sweaters in my arms. “Jenner? When did y’all get so tight?”

“When shit got tough, and my fucking girlfriend bailed!” He glares down at me, his breaths coming out fast.

“Guys, we’re going to need you to take this outside.” A woman whom I assume is the store manager approaches us cautiously.

I look around the store and see all eyes are on us, especially the women sizing him up. “He’s available ladies,” I snap, laying the sweaters on a nearby table, “I’m willing to bet he comes really cheap.” He’s on my heels as I push through the glass of the department store.

“Oh, was I supposed to wait for you? Must have missed that memo. That’s it, you must want a saint. That’s why you didn’t stay.”

“I was twenty years old and alienated from a place I didn’t want to be anyway.”

“Good to know.”

“That’s not the way I meant it. And you know damn well until you, I was only there to appease my Dad, who I barely speak to now.”

“I’m sorry about that, I am, but that’s on him. And what in the hell are you talking about ‘alienated’?”

“Forget it.” I pull on my gloves as heavy snow starts to come down. “I think we’ve concluded our tour for today.”

He glances around the sidewalk. “Well, no need to show me more, I hate this fucking place!”

“And why is that? Not enough free-range chickens?!”

His eyes flare. “You digging on the ranch now, Priss? I saw a fucking rat the size of a cat on my run this morning!”

“Probably has better manners than you, shit head.”

“Pulling out the big guns now, huh? There’s that backbone. I was wondering where it went.”

“Go home, Lance, you hate it here. And you obviously hate me.”

“Just the opposite. It’s impossible, and believe me, I’m trying!”

“Well, I hope you succeed! Thanks for stopping by, Mary Poppins. Best Christmas ever! Make sure to bulldoze the nativity scene on your way out!”

“Fuck this.” He throws his hands up and eyes me warily before turning and walking away.

“Merry Christmas to you, too!”

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EXCERPT BLAST: The Guy on the Left by Kate Stewart

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Contemporary Romance/Romantic Dramedy

Stand Alone

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It started with a lie. A night of blurred lines between a teacher and a student.

I wasn’t her student, yet it was the single most defining night of my life.

I’ve never been the man she thinks I am.

Most people have no idea about the life I’ve lived or the words that ring true when it comes to me—still waters run deep.

But you’d be hard-pressed to find a coed on the TGU campus who knows otherwise…because I’ve never corrected them.

The clock is ticking down, it’s Fourth and Inches with the ball inside the one-yard line and the focus is on me, The Guy on the Left. I’ve never felt like a football god, inside I’m…just Troy.

It’s time to set the record straight.

For my son, I‘ll find the strength.

In her eyes, I’m determined to gain redemption.

I will have them both, even if I have to take my eye off the ball.

*The Guy on the Left is a stand alone novel in the Underdogs Series. This is Troy's story.

Excerpt 

I march my geriatric ass to the door and open it to see Troy fresh-faced, looking like a million bucks, even at the early hour. Due to the natural wave in my hair, and the fact I haven’t showered to tame it, I look freshly electrocuted.

“Troy,” I say by way of greeting. My mood rapidly souring.

“What’s with all the yelling?”

“What?”

“I heard you two going at it.”

“Oh, yeah, that.” Mom of the year, right here. “Dante and I were just discussing age.”

“Is that Troy?” Dante calls from his room.

“Yes, eat your breakfast!” I yell back.

“Well, tell him to come back here!”

“Eat your breakfast!”

“You two need an intercom,” Troy chuckles deeply, and I ignore the draw of the sound.

“He needs a muzzle. He’s far too observant, and outspoken.”

My son refuses to be left out of the conversation from his bedroom. “Troy, did you know Mommy is five times as old as I am today?”

Troy winces. “Ah, I can see why that didn’t go over well.”

“She’s too old to be a suppled coed!”

Troy crosses his arms. “What exactly were you two discussing?”

“She’s too old for you!” Dante supplies, humiliating me. “So, you can’t be her boyfriend!”

Briefly, just briefly, I imagine using Dante’s pillow to silence him.

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Excerpt Blast: The Guy on the Right by Kate Stewart

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Contemporary Romance/Romantic Dramedy

Stand Alone
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Blurb:
Strike One-My mother named me Theodore after her favorite chipmunk.

Not cool, Mom.

I‘ve spent most of my life answering to Teddy, because I couldn’t make Theo work.

Except for here. College. The place where all bets are off, and I’ve managed to redeem myself.
There’s only one problem, my new roommate, Troy, is football royalty and looks like he stepped off the set of an Abercrombie shoot.

Doesn’t matter, I cook a mean breakfast for his panty parade, and we get along well.
And anyway, this year I got the girl. And she’s perfect.

That’s right. Theodore Houseman, former band geek, now marching band rock star has finally landed the girl of his dreams.

Everything is perfect.

That is, until Troy takes a good look at her.

I’m not going down without a fight. As a matter of fact, I’m not going down at all. As glorious as these days may be for my all-star roommate, Laney is my end game.

I may not know much about play strategy, but I’ve been the good guy my whole life. I’ve been listening and I know exactly what women want. Framed in a picture standing next to me, Troy may seem like Mr. Perfect, but he’s underestimating the guy on the right.

Spoiler alert: In this story, the underdog is going to win.

EXCERPT:

True love exists. I’m a believer in it, but maybe just not for the women in my family.

We’re too loud, independent, opinionated.

Or maybe I’m hangry.

“Better them than me,” I say before turning on my heel and slamming into a talking rock.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Large, muscular hands are the only thing keeping me from sprawling into the asphalt.

“Sorry,” I say before looking up…into the sun. Squinting, I see thick lips, brilliant straight teeth, and amused bright-blue eyes. “Sorry,” I repeat as he comes into view covering the brilliant light with his massive presence. Rusty blond hair, unbelievable build, a killer smile. My reaction is immediate. “Nope,” I say sidestepping him.

“Nope?” He asks with a chuckle. I’m a step away when I realize he hasn’t unhanded me.

“That arm belongs to me,” I say softly, eyes trained on my boots.

Don’t look up. Do. NOT. LOOK. UP.

My eyes lift on their own accord, well technically it’s my evil self-sabotaging Va-Gina.

Damn it, Gina!

A feeling I’m all too familiar with spreads through me as I drink him in. I may be on the wagon, but I can still appreciate the perfect male specimen.

Poison Ivy is pretty too, Gina, we’re done here.

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EXCERPT BLAST: A Really Bad Idea by Jeannine Colette

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Title: A Really Bad Idea

Age Group: Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 14, 2019

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Everyone has a best friend. Mine just happens to be Dr. Christian Gallagher— the gorgeous, green-eyed heart surgeon who wants to have a baby with me.

Yes, you read that correctly.

When my mother approached me on my thirty-third birthday with a brochure for egg freezing, it was a glaring reminder that my biological clock is ticking toward its expiration date. I’ve always dreamed of being a mom and had a plan — one that was destroyed when I caught my professional hockey player husband in bed with another woman.

Despite my broken heart I still believe in love. I want the happily ever after, but I also want a child desperately and won't settle in order to make it happen.

That’s why when I decided to take my mother’s advice, Christian came up with his own plan: Let’s have a baby together.

It’s a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. And yet...I can’t stop thinking about how great it could be.

There’s just one condition. Before we have sex (oh, yes, we’re doing this the old fashioned way!) Christian is adamant we go on three dates.

Sounds easy, but it's not.I thought sex would be the hard part, but the dates are only making me fall for the man I’ve known almost my entire life.

Whoever said sex doesn't change things never went to bed with their best friend.

Excerpt:
*Copyright 2019 Jeannine Colette. All Rights Reserved.

“Meadow,” Christian calls after me.

I stop and swing around. He’s standing outside an exam room, looking like he’s about to go inside.

I walk over to him, and as I approach, he looks down at me with those kind eyes and asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That comment you made before about your eggs shriveling up and dying.”

I place a hand on my forehead as I feel ten kinds of embarrassed. “Oh, yeah. I was just joking.”

“You brought it up the other day, too.”

I shake my head and lower my hand to rest it on my hip. “I think it’s my birthday coming up. You know, getting older sucks.”

A loose strand of hair falls out of my low ponytail and into my eye. He wraps a finger around it and pushes it behind my ear.

“You’ll tell me if something is worrying you, right?”

“Don’t I always?”

“No,” he answers quickly, and I curve my brows in question. “You internalize until it eats you up and you’ve made some crazy, rash decision.”

I adore him, except for his ability to know everything about me. Well, almost everything.

“Name one time,” I challenge him.

“You got married without even telling me you were engaged.”

“That’s pretty much the point of eloping.”

He looks at me from under those thick lashes and tilts his head. I know what he’s thinking. That was a tense time in our friendship. He was across the country—had been for years already—when, suddenly, I called to say I was a married woman. The distance had already put a strain on our friendship. Brock’s inability to understand how close Christian and I were only made it worse.

Christian gives a self-deprecating smile and then pauses meaningfully. “What’s on your mind?”

If you only knew …

“I’m fine. Stop fussing over me. I’m excited to meet Natasha. I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

“I’m not. We’re just—”

“Fooling around in supply closets. I get it,” I say with a cheeky grin.

He lowers his forehead a touch and speaks as if he’s about to tell me a secret, “I wouldn’t have to sneak away in closets if you gave in to my wit and charm.”

The way he says the words makes my stomach flutter and my body tingle in response. Any other girl would think he was serious. I, on the other hand, know better. He says things like that for my ego, which he thinks is shattered even though my self-confidence is pretty well intact.

“I wasn’t aware it was being offered,” I answer jokingly.

“Then, I’m not doing a good enough job.”

“Go to work, Dr. Gallagher,” I scold and turn him around toward his office where I’m sure he’s way behind schedule.

I walk down the hall toward exam room four and grab the file that’s sitting in the holder on the door. I sneak a glance back to see Christian watching me as I walk away, pretending I’m not walking to the beat of my own biological clock.

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Jeannine Colette is the author of the Abandon Collection - a series of stand-alone novels featuring dynamic heroines who have to abandon their reality in order to discover themselves . . . and love along the way. Each book features a new couple, exciting new city and a rose of a different color.

A graduate of Wagner College and the New York Film Academy, Jeannine went on to become a Segment Producer for television shows on CBS and NBC. She left the television industry to focus on her children and pursue a full-time writing career. She lives in New York with her husband, the three tiny people she adores more than life itself, and a rescue pup named Wrigley.

Jeannine and her family are active supporters of The March of Dimes and Strivright The Auditory-Oral School of New York.
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Excerpt Blast: Tanner by Jeannine Colette and Lauren Runow

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Title: Tanner: A Sexton Brothers Novel

Age Group: Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 7, 2019

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Book Description

“A kiss was all I needed.”
“Looks like you got what you wished for.”
“Yes. About that…”

I was supposed to find a finely dressed businessman, have a one-night stand and forget about my failed relationship. Instead, I meet Tanner Sexton—a gorgeous man in street clothes, messy hair and the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.

When my ex shows up at the bar, Tanner notices my panic and kisses me just so the prick can see. Then he takes off, leaving me breathless.

So, I do what any rational person would. I chase after him onto the subway, and embark on a wild night in New York City with a complete stranger.

No matter how much I fight it, this mysterious artist painted his soul onto my skin, and I haven’t been able to forget him. Our romance is one for the ages, but age isn’t the only thing standing in our way.

EXCERPT:
“Are you okay in those?” I motion toward her shoes.

“I’m good now, but I’ll suffer in the morning.” Her lips twist with the words.

I stop and let go of her hand. Her confused expression makes me smile. When she squeals as I lift her off the ground in a cradle hold, I can’t help but let out a laugh. Her hands grip my neck, and when our eyes meet, I wink on instinct.

“I’m fine. I can walk,” she demands.

I just keep walking.

Her arms lace firmer around me as she checks over my shoulder and then looks back up at me. I might be looking forward, but I can feel her stare heating the side of my face.

“Either you’re a gentleman or a serial killer,” she says.

“Lucky for you, I’m neither.”

She groans in my arms as I carry her toward a row of townhomes. There’s a small alley between two, so I turn down it and gently place her on the ground.

Taking her hand again, I head to a stairwell on the side of the building. When we get to the bottom, I knock three times.

A small picture window on the door opens up. A man speaks from the grate, “Who is it?”

“Sapphire,” I reply.

“How many gems did you bring today?” he asks.

“There’s only one rare stone,” I say, giving the rest of the secret phrase, and add, “but I brought a pearl from the shore.”

The door opens, but the man doesn’t present himself. I look back at Harper, who has a bugged-out expression, which I should expect since I’m asking her to enter a strange building with me.

I walk inside, and she follows. We step into a small office with a couch, a desk, and a bookcase. A narrow door is open, showing a bathroom. There’s barely room for more than the three of us in here.

When the outside door is closed behind us, the man is now in full light, and he’s big. No, huge. I haven’t seen this one before. His chest is the size of a barrel, and his head nearly touches the ceiling.

He holds his palm out. “Card.”

I hand him my sepia-colored member card that has four numbers written in red. He holds the card up to a black light to confirm its authenticity.

“You okay?” I ask Harper, who is clutching her bag to her chest.

“Obviously, wherever we’re going is something very secretive and members only. I’m starting to rethink my idea to follow you. Why don’t I carry pepper spray or a machete in my purse?” Her tone is sarcastic yet serious.

She’s funny without even realizing it. I put my card back in my wallet.

“So, what now? He pulls a book from the shelf, and the wall opens?” she jokes.

“That would be cliché,” I say. “We’re going through the bathroom, obviously.”

“Seriously?”

I laugh. “I’m kidding. It’s absolutely the bookcase.”

The bouncer pulls a gold rose-shaped handle on one of the shelves, and the bookcase pulls out like a door. We walk inside to a bigger room. It’s painted black, but there’s enough light in here to give off an amber hue. Harper is tentative, but she’s still with me.

A woman is standing by a podium with a long red velvet curtain behind her. Jazz music is muffled in the background.

“Good evening, Mr. Sexton. Pleasure to see you again.”

She places a hand on one side of the thick drapery and pulls it over. Inch by inch, the curtain rises, and I keep my eyes on Harper to watch her reaction.

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About the Author:

Lauren Runow is the author of multiple Adult Contemporary Romance novels, some more dirty than others. When Lauren isn't writing, you'll find her listening to music, at her local CrossFit, reading, or at the baseball field with her boys. Her only vice is coffee, and she swears it makes her a better mom!

Lauren is a graduate from the Academy of Art in San Francisco and is the founder and co-owner of the community magazine she and her husband publish. She lives in Northern California with her husband and two sons.

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Jeannine Colette is the author of the Abandon Collection - a series of stand-alone novels featuring dynamic heroines who have to abandon their reality in order to discover themselves . . . and love along the way. Each book features a new couple, exciting new city and a rose of a different color.

A graduate of Wagner College and the New York Film Academy, Jeannine went on to become a Segment Producer for television shows on CBS and NBC. She left the television industry to focus on her children and pursue a full-time writing career. She lives in New York with her husband, the three tiny people she adores more than life itself, and a rescue pup named Wrigley.

Jeannine and her family are active supporters of The March of Dimes and Strivright The Auditory-Oral School of New York.
http://jeanninecolette.com/