Thank you so much for hosting me today! Warrior is book four in the Forgotten Rebels MC, and features Church Farlander, the twin sister of Cherry (the heroine in book three Take Aim and Reload). Ever since I started writing about them, I was fascinated with Church. Her history was one of bitterness, pain and anger. I loved how opposite the twins were and because there was so much darkness in Church’s background, I knew I had to deal with that with lightness. I hope you enjoy reading about Church and Darrell as much as I enjoyed writing about them!
Tell us about the characters.
Although this book is about the romance between Church and Darrell, there are several secondary characters that are just important. In the beginning, Church lives in self-imposed isolation, and it’s the people around her that keeps dragging her into the MC family. It’s her worst nightmare, and yet, it’s also her salvation.
Was there as specific part of the story that you absolutely loved writing as well as not enjoyed writing?
My favorite part of book is an old biker named Joe-Joe. He’s got a warped sense of humor (based on my own, of course) so I loved running with the one-liner jokes.
The hardest part of writing (any story) is the day-to-day routine of the characters. It’s more exciting writing the action, adventure and the romance.
What other projects are you working on at the moment?
My next WIP is actually a short story featuring one of the characters in this book! After that, I plan to work on a paranormal ménage romance story.
Although Church is a twin, she’s always felt isolated from her sister, Cherry. Taking over the mechanic garage across the street from The Forgotten Rebels MC ensures that she’s never alone, even though her haunted past makes it difficult for her to trust another person.
Darrell McBryde lost his leg on active duty, changing not only his life but his mind on the clubs drug running business. Taking a stance against it, however, has put him at odds with the other members. In a world he once knew, suddenly he’s a stranger.
Both outcasts, Church and Darrell forge a tight friendship, one that eventually shifts into something deeper. But just as she’s about to reach out to take a chance, tragedy strikes, testing Church’s faith that love and happiness are hers for the taking.
He couldn’t run or hide, all he knew was he’d spend his last breath defending the woman under him. And if the enemy came at them, he’d be the first one to end her life in an last ditch effort to spare her the agony and humiliation that the fucking terrorists would inflict.
“Darrell!” she screamed.
He tightened his hold.
“Darrell! It’s okay! We’re safe. We are both safe. Please, come back to me, Darrell. Open your eyes.”
Slowly, her words penetrated through the blackened upheaval his mind had trapped him in, the fog hesitantly lifting. He blinked and her face came into focus. The desert faded from the peripheral of his vision until her concerned blue eyes became the center point of his world.
“You’re safe, Darrell,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “We’re both safe.”
He took a deep breath and eased the death-grip he had on her arms. It was only then that he realized he lay half on her, and that he squished her body into the corner of the driver’s seat.
“Jesus,” he muttered, immediately letting go. He pushed back, horrified to see red marks on her arms where he’d held her. “I…I…oh fuck. I’m so sorry.”
She shook her head. “Nothing to be sorry about. You were protecting me, weren’t you? From the insurgents.”
Jerkily, he nodded his head and ran a hand over his face. He shook, not from fear, but from the nightmare that still lingered in his mind.
“A tire blew,” she continued. “That’s all.”
He looked out the window and saw they were on the shoulder of Highway Sixty. “Tires don’t blow without a reason.”
“I know,” she said. “I think I hit a large rock.”
Doubt lingered with him, but his emotions were too fucked up for him to think clearly. “I would never hurt you, Church.”
“I know. You didn’t hurt me, Darrell. I get the difference. Believe me, I do know how to tell between the two.”
He cradled his head with his hands and slumped over. He hadn’t had a nightmare or a reaction this strong in quite a while. In fact, he thought he’d moved past the fear of loud noises. His shrink had certainly thought so. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
“It’s okay, Darrell,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve got your back, too.”
He took the moment to not only get a grip on his erratic thoughts and heartbeat, but to savor Church’s brand of comfort. Her touching him was a big deal, and he knew that. He may not know the reason why she shunned the touch of another, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The place where her hand rested caused a bolt of lightning to shoot straight to his groin, proving that his dick definitely wasn’t broken. He knew he’d always had a reaction to her nearness, but he had never anticipated such a visceral response. He shifted, uncomfortable with the thought that he couldn’t keep his cock under control, and unfortunately his shifting caused her hand to lower away from his shoulder.
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate high-rollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
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Don’t Give In
Darkest Desires #2
by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: September 21, 2018
Keywords: #BDSM #EroticRomance #Contemporary #Novella #Series
*Warning: Bondage, SpankingNothing like being thrown into a stranger’s arms on the subway to make a woman realize what she’s been missing. The dominance in the hunk's eyes reminds Stacey Lauren of her secret, dark desire to be bound. Used. The lifestyle she dreamed of before finding a safe existence. One she refuses her impulsiveness to give in to. Stacey’s submissive nature and large, doe-like eyes makes Devon Smith hunger to tie her up. Have her at his mercy, begging for release. She’s everything he's ever wanted, and even though she's all but engaged, nothing will stop him from taking her. Will Stacey have the courage to surrender herself to Devon, or will her aspiration for a guarded life keep them from the one thing they both long for?
Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/don-t-give-in-darkest-desires-2-b-2764
EXCERPT:I never met a man whose presence alone made me lose all train of thought. Mute. Total brain shut down because of raging hormonal takeover. He looked like a young Jude Law with those lips, that jaw, and mischievous green eyes… Someone jostled me from behind as the subway train jerked into motion again, pressing me even tighter against the hotness who’d stolen my tongue. I stared up -- at least a foot -- at his gorgeous face. A model’s face. Absolute perfection. His lips quirked. Oh God… Forget a panty-melting smile. We’re talking lethal, instantly burst into flames, incinerating crooked smirk. “Hey.” His low, sexy voice with just a hint of southern twang quivered through my belly. I nearly swooned and locked my knees to keep upright. My arms in front of me, cell phone in hand, pressed against his rock-hard pecs encased in a gray-green Henley. Still smiling, his eyes twinkling with an “I know what I do to you” knowing glint, he plucked my phone from my fingers. I didn’t have a screen lock. He swiped and tapped while I stared at his mouth, the din of voices and rush of the metal on metal train a din in my ears. He licked his lower lip. Sucked that plump temptation between his teeth. Good God Almighty. He pulled a ringing cell from his back pocket, smirked at me again, swiped, and tucked it back while sliding mine once more between my fingers that still rested on his chest. “Charles Center Station,” a voice squawked over the train’s speaker. The car jerked again, and his palms burned through my scrubs at my waist as he steadied me. One squeeze on my left hip bone, and the sexy mystery man moved off with the crowd exiting the swished-open doors. For the first time in five years, I’d gotten on a different car of the Metro. Not the first one in line like always. No. I’d been late because of fighting with Kyle and hopped through the closest open train door. I craned my neck to watch the mystery man through the hazy window. He disappeared into the throng of the early morning madness of people vying for the escalator to take them up into Baltimore. A step took me closer to the window. Our gazes collided as he glided upward, and awareness of my need swept through me. Desire like I’d never known. He disappeared from sight. The breath fled from my lungs, and I deflated. Holy shit… I glanced down at my phone, double tapped with a shaking finger, and swiped to bring the screen up. Devon Smith. He’d added his contact info. He’d also called his phone from mine so he’d have my number. I shouldn’t have been giddy, dumbstruck like a teenage girl. I was practically engaged for Christ’s sake, to a man as vanilla as the bean. As boring and safe as I could find. Kyle had left our townhouse in Owings Mills that morning at the same time I had. Travel mugs of coffee in our hands, a peck on the cheek in an attempt at normalcy after our fight, going different directions for most of the day. Devon… I glanced at his name on my cell’s screen again and groaned. “Next stop… Johns Hopkins Hospital,” the squawker sounded again. And a long ass day sucking dark red blood into vials. Shaking my head, I drew a deep breath trying to fortify myself and bring my wayward hormones back in line with the calm existence I’d chosen to keep myself out of trouble. My college years hadn’t gone so well, partying with my bestie, underage drinking. Typical “finding yourself” youngster stuff, but my choices had caused serious damage. I stepped off the train and paused as people pushed past me. Jaw clenched, trying to rein in my mind, I shot off a text to my long-time, live-in boyfriend. Sorry about this morning. Looking forward to tonight’s party. A little heart-eyed emoji accompanied my words because it would help soothe things over -- not because of any lovey-dovey bubbles in my belly -- and I turned my thoughts on the sequined, blue dress I’d gotten for his company’s dinner that night. A twenty-five year celebration of their existence -- and an excuse to get dolled up, something Kyle and I never did. Then again, we never did anything out of the norm. I’d grown antsy the previous couple of months, especially since Kyle dealt with major stress at work and oftentimes got short with me for no reason whatsoever, just like what had happened that morning. But we’d been together for so long. We’d settled into a comfortable relationship, one that wasn’t all passion and rainbows, but hey… at least we had each other. I forced a smile onto my face and pushed into the office. Chatting with co-workers and patients who needed to have blood drawn and sent to the lab needed to be my focus. A ho-hum job, one I didn’t mind, one that paid my half of the bills. Telling myself that Devon Smith had simply been a blip on my life’s radar sounded like a lie to my own inner ear. © Lynn Burke 2018
Other books in the Darkes Desires Series: Don't Let Go, DD 1
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Sandy Ridge 1
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: September 19, 2019
Keywords: MMF, Menage, Erotic, Contemporary, Romance, Series, HEA, Novella
*Be warned: Multiple partners (MMF), anal sex, double penetration
Art studio vandalized and her mother in a fresh grave, Meg Winters heads off on vacation with her two best friends. She hopes for peace from her grief and the return of her muse. She doesnât expect to run into the two men she idolizes, Trevor and Jack, the secretive wonders of the art world whose work sheâs long admired. She certainly doesnât expect them to be sex-on-legs gorgeous and determined to fulfill her number one sexual fantasy. They not only awaken her slumbering body, but also her creativity and the life she used to wield with her brushes. However, Meg carries a secret of her own which holds her back from surrendering herself fully to their desires. Will Trevor and Jack be able to overcome her reservations, or will the truth of her past ruin their chance for love?
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Megâs gaze dropped to Jackâs full lips. âMaybe just one kiss,â she heard herself say.
He captured her lips without hesitation, sending a rush of heat and goosebumps skittering across her skin. His soft lips swept across hers as his hand slipped up her back and grabbed hold of her hair, angling her head toward him.
The brush of his tongue along her lips sent a spasm through her pussy, and a moan rose to her throat.
Trevor leaned into her, his open-mouth kisses dampening her neck as Jack continued his languid assault on her mouth. Tasting. Licking.
One manâs hand in her hair, the otherâs on her waist, one on each thigh, rubbing, slowing inching upward.
Meg tore her lips from Jacks, heaving for breath, eyelids clenched shut.
One kiss, sheâd said. She hadnât expected a long, drawn-out kiss that would make her body quake with need.
âCome over to our cabin with us,â Trevor said, his low voice rumbling in her ear, his thumb drawing circles mid-thigh on her bare skin. âCheck off your number one bucket list item.â
Jack nibbled along her jaw to her other ear. A shiver slid down to her toes as he squeezed her other thigh. âIâ¦I c-canât.â
âDoes the thought of Trevor and I together turn you off?â Jack asked, nibbling her earlobe.
A huff of laughter flew past Megâs lips as the two men continued their assault on her senses. âI saw you kissing on your back patio the other night.â The words escaped her parted lips, unintended.
Trevor nipped her skin in the hollow beneath her ear. âHow did that make you feel?â
âAroused,â she whispered, eyes still shut tight. They pulled answers from her easier thanâ¦
âI was thinking about you while fucking Jack.â
A rush of moisture soaked her panties at Trevorâs low, rumbled confession against the hollow beneath her ear. âI-I heard you.â
âDid you touch yourself?â Jack asked against the corner of her mouth, his sweet breath fanning her lips.
Meg swallowed. âYes.â
âDid you come?â
âYes,â she whispered.
Both men groaned.
âCome to our cabin with us,â Jack said. âPlease.â
Meg thought sheâd known what temptation was, but the war raging between her body and mind put a whole new meaning to the word.
Â© Lynn Burke 2018
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Blurb: Photographer's assistant, Audri secretly crushes on cover model Carson. When an impromptu photo shoot lands her in his arms, she'll discover she's not the only one with secret desires. But with past pain and obstacles in their path, will barriers break down allowing them to trust... to love?
Excerpt: She raked her gaze over his torso where his white dress shirt protested across his impressive chest and wide shoulders, pushing the limits of how far the material could be stretched. Her fingers itched to smooth out the creases, or better yet, undo every last button and free him from the garment. Oh, to have her hands on his glorious skin. She had to clench her fists at her sides as she took a fortifying breath to center herself.
Audri’s gaze ventured back to his eyes as she slowly sauntered toward him, over-emphasizing the sway in her hips. She never broke eye contact and was pleased to see a flash of shock register on his face. What she witnessed next nearly had her tripping in her heals.
Was that desire on his face? Desire? Impossible!
Audri’s pulse raced as she watched his eyes question, almost begging, pleading for her to come to him. He sat up straighter as he uncrossed his legs, planting his feet on the ground while his hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her careful steps led her closer and closer as she tried to push aside the uncertainty of her actions. She wanted him to see she wasn’t intimidated by him—no matter how much she really was intimidated by him.
All else around her faded away as Audri focused on Carson, feeling like David facing off with Goliath. Even with him in his
seated position, his imposing form still seemed to tower over her. She tried not to let that bother her in the least as she stepped right up between his legs, bringing her body within inches of his. Still keeping his gaze, she was rewarded with another hint of surprise before his stare smoldered. Audri swore she could feel the heat radiating off his body, and suddenly she didn’t miss her sweater so much.
She boldly reached out to place her hands behind Carson’s head, her nails lightly scraping his neck, wishing she could release the strands of his lush hair from its confines. She could’ve sworn she felt a shudder roll through him as he closed his eyes and released a shaky breath. When he opened his eyes and smiled, sweet and warm, the heat she now felt threatened to melt her into a puddle of goo.
Ever so slowly, as if not to spook her, Carson brought an arm around her waist while his other hand slowly trailed across her outer arm and down her side. His fingers danced tenderly across her exposed flesh, his touch eliciting tiny shivers as it simultaneously fired her up. The arm snuggling her waist felt like a branding iron, leaving its mark of unrelenting fiery heat. Her entire body began to burn as he pulled her impossibly closer, his powerful thighs encasing her hips and the smooth silk of his shirt grazing her exposed cleavage.
As their breaths increased, mingled, Audri was certain she could hear the frantic beat of their hearts pounding in sync. She
splayed her fingers around Carson’s neck, kneading his flesh, feeling the tense muscles slowly relaxing beneath her touch. Focusing on the steady caress of his hands on her back, she couldn’t look away from the softness in his eyes. She licked her lips, suddenly parched, wishing she could steal the moisture from his mouth with a kiss. And when his gaze shifted to her lips then back to her eyes, maybe he thought the same as he mimicked her move, swiping his tongue across his plump lower lip.
Audri disguised her groan with a remark she knew sounded much too needy.
“Are you ready for this?”
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While working as a dental hygienist for over 18 years, Laura's been writing for many more. Just last year her publishing dreams came true, with the majority of her titles published with Evernight Publishing. When not writing, she's reading, acting goofy with her hubby of twenty-eight years, or watching college football. Learn more about her and all the places your can follow her by visiting her contact page at https://www.laurambairdauthor.com
Publisher: Evernight Teen Cover Artist: Jay Aheer Release Date: October 2018
All Mya ever wanted was to date golden boy Prescott Monroe, captain of the football team, loved by the entire school. But when she gets her wish, it isn’t long before she realizes that things are not all as they seem. The guy everyone in her school loves is hiding something, and there’s a darkness in his eyes that only she seems to see. Can she get away before it’s too late?
Ryder James has earned his label as Central High’s bad boy, and he relishes the title. It gives him a different girl at the snap of his fingers, and more parties than he could ever hope to attend. But the one thing he’s always wanted and knows he can never have—the untouchable Mya Henderson.
Until one fateful morning Mya’s world changes forever, leaving her completely shattered, and Ryder suddenly isn’t the bad boy everyone’s warned her away from. Instead, he’s her knight in shining armor.
ABOUT CHARITY WEST
Charity West is a young adult/new adult romance author who has always had her head in the clouds. She had her first crush when she was four, and it lasted for six years. Then she quickly fell head over heels for another boy, until she had to move away and leave him behind. Jumping from one boy to another, she finally found a keeper when she was twenty, and she’s been married to him ever since.
By the time Charity was twelve, she was sneaking her mother’s Harlequin romances and reading them in secret when she was supposed to be asleep. Teased throughout middle school and high school for the bodice ripper covers on the books she openly read in class, she knew that one day she wanted to write her own happily-ever-afters.Find Charity Online: Facebook Website/Blog Evernight Teen
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Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Artist: Bryan Keller Genres/Themes: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance, Silver Fox (older hero), New Adult, Interracial
Delphine: Six years ago, I did something really bad, and it chased away the guy I’ve been in lust with ever since my hormones had kicked in. I’d been a stupid teen, and I’d paid the price. But now I need help, and there’s nowhere for me to go except straight to the Dixie Reapers, and the one man who probably never wants to see me again. If Zipper won’t help me, then I’m as good as dead. I’m willing to pay any price, and I will give him anything he wants. Is it wrong that I hope, at least a little, that all this ends up with me in his bed? I’ve never stopped wanting him, and I know I never will.
Zipper: The teen girl who had turned my life upside down now wants my help. If nothing else, I owe it to her dad, legendary tattoo artist Hwan Lee, my mentor, the man who gave me a chance when no one else would. He’s really the reason I left all those years ago. I couldn’t disrespect him by claiming what I wanted. Delphine. Not to mention my ass would have ended up in jail. Now she’s here, and she says I can have anything. Naughty girl. Didn’t anyone ever tell her not to tempt the devil? Because soon, I’ll have her right where I want her -- under me and screaming my name -- and I’m never letting her go. As for the men trying to kill her, it’s only a matter of time before they breathe their last. No one hurts my woman.
NOTE: No Cliffhanger. No Cheating. Guaranteed HEA. Spanking. Sex Toys.SNEAK PEEK
Copyright ©2018 Harley Wylde/Jessica Coulter Smith
I hadn’t seen Mason in so damn long, and I wasn’t certain my presence would be welcome even now. I’d had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, even when I’d just been a little girl. My daddy had always taken me to work with him, and I’d gotten to know all the guys at his shop over the years, but it had always been Mason who fascinated me. As I grew, my feelings for him changed from that of a little girl to a young woman. It was my fault he’d left, even though I’d never told anyone, and never would. If my dad had ever found out what I’d done…
I took a steadying breath as I stared at the gates of the Dixie Reapers’ compound. No one knew I was here, and I wanted to keep it that way. I was in some serious shit right now, and it wasn’t fair to drop it on Mason’s doorstep, but I didn’t know where else to go. There was no one in my life I trusted right now, not even my own family. No, especially not my own family. Some slut with three kids had convinced my dad to marry her a few years ago, and I’d been pushed to the side. I’d quickly understood how Cinderella must have felt, being given all the crap jobs around the house and shop, and getting nothing in return. At least, as long as I was under the step-monster’s roof I wasn’t getting anything. Moving out helped a bit.
Things were different now, though, and not in a good way. Before Dad had died, I’d moved out. He’d been helping me pay rent, though, so I could be a nicer area. After his death, that helped came to a screeching halt, and I’d been forced to move into a not-so-great place. I’d found out at the reading of Dad’s will that he had apparently left his shop in my care if anything ever happened to him, along with half his life insurance policy. My step-monster only received fifty thousand dollars and the house, which I’d been told had a second mortgage on it. Needless to say, the woman wasn’t happy and would stop at nothing to get her hands on my inheritance. It had taken a while for everything to get sorted out and my inheritance actually handed over to me.
I wasn’t certain if I wanted to thank my dad for trying to take care of me at the very end, or scream at him for putting me in this position. Legally, there wasn’t a damn thing that Tia could do about the shop and money. But then, she’d never been one to follow the rules. I’d noticed some questionable-looking men following me lately, and I wondered if maybe she’d hired someone to do something to me. Especially after a few unexplained accidents happened. According to my dad’s lawyer, if anything happened to me, the money and shop would go to Tia. It had been a provision in my dad’s will apparently, stating that unless I was married with children, then step-mommy-dearest would inherit if I were to die. And since I wasn’t married and didn’t have any kids to leave the money to… yeah, I was pretty much screwed. I didn’t see how that could possibly be legal in this day and age, but what the hell did I know?
The gates mocked me as I stared at them. I could see the shadow of a man standing just on the other side, likely a guard of some sort. He hadn’t called out to me, but then I hadn’t exactly gotten any closer either. I took another breath to steady my nerves and approached, putting one foot in front of the other. My fingers wrapped around the iron bars and I stared at the man on the other side. He eyed me up and down, giving me time to look him over too. He seemed to be a few years older than me. “You here to party with the club?” he asked.
“I’m here to see… Zipper.” I hated that fucking name. To me, he was Mason, would always be Mason. Or maybe it was why he had that name that I hated so much. He’d been part of the Dixie Reapers even when he’d worked for my dad. Then he’d left and opened his own shop. The only times I’d seen him since then were glimpses around town, but I’d always hidden and kept my distance, knowing he probably hated me.
“He expecting you?” the guy asked.
“No. He used to work for my dad. Please, it’s important that I see him. I’m not here to cause trouble.”
The guy snorted and made a shooing motion. “Sorry, doll, but if you aren’t expected, you’re not getting in. You’re either an old lady, or you’re here to suck cock. And since it appears neither applies to you, you can just turn around and walk away.”
“But you don’t understand…”
He pointed again toward the driveway. There was only one way I was getting inside, but I didn’t know if I had the courage to follow through. I rubbed my hands up and down my denim-clad thighs and blew out a breath.
“Then maybe I’m here to party,” I said, wishing immediately that I could call back the words.
The man’s eyebrows rose, and he opened the gate. I cautiously walked past him, a little worried he might reach out and grab me, maybe force me to suck his cock. I hadn’t ever done something like that before, and the thought of sucking off a complete stranger made my stomach bubble and flip. I hurried toward the clubhouse and raced up the wooden steps. When I reached the door, I slowly pushed it open. Music and smoke battered at my senses as I stepped inside.
My eyes went wide when I saw the mostly, and in some cases completely, naked women prancing around. A few couples were openly having sex in front of everyone, and my heart started racing in fear. What the hell had I gotten myself into? And did I really want to see Mason in this setting? I knew he wasn’t an angel by any means, but I didn’t like the thought of him being with all these women.
I caught sight of him toward the end of the bar, his Dixie Reapers leather cut looking every bit as sexy on him as I’d thought it did six years ago. I felt a tingle working its way through my body, and my nipples hardened as I got closer to him. A few people jostled me along the way, but I forged ahead, hoping like hell I hadn’t made a huge mistake...
When the band takes a hiatus, the boys will play…
When Jacen Goodwin’s band, Disaster Transport, crashed in Dallas and ended up at the Nathalia Hotel, he never expected to find his heart’s desire. He wants to stay in his adopted home city, but he loves the roar of the crowd as well as their adoration. Can the star drummer step away from the buzz of fame long enough to grab what he needs with both hands or will the lure of the crowd be too much?
Matt Walker knew from the moment he got involved with Jacen that their relationship was temporary. Jacen’s a celebrity and he holds the position of the sexiest eligible bachelor of the band. Even if Matt saw a future for him and Jacen, the odds aren’t in their favor. But he can hope, right? He’s been head over heels in love with Jacen since the moment they met.
Can these two opposites make a go of their fledgling relationship or will celebrity and the challenges of fame keep them apart?
This book has been previously released at Blurred Reality by Megan Slayer, part of the Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World. It has been revamped and re-edited for this edition.
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Copyright© 2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
Matt couldn’t hear what Jacen said, but his facial expression telegraphed plenty. Jacen slashed his hand through the air and he shook his head. Matt busied himself with straightening the counter space and trying not to watch Jacen. Fuck. How could he not? The man featured in his dreams and had become his favorite spank bank material. He swept his gaze over Jacen. The denim shorts hugged his hips and accentuated the strength in his legs. Jacen rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers and flexed his upper body.
Jesus. Was Jacen trying to turn him on? If so, he’d accomplished his mission. Matt plopped onto the stool and pressed his knees together. Blood rushed to his cock and his mouth watered. Just a few touches. Kisses. He didn’t want much. Really.
“Mother fucker.” Jacen whipped around and held his phone in a white-knuckled grasp as he strode back to the desk. “He’s a piece of shit. Where are those peas?”
Matt offered up the bag. “Whoever it is, I hope you lit into him.” He shut the laptop down, then moved the device to the lower portion of the counter. “Better pick up your key before you forget.” He slid the card across to Jacen. “Have a good night…well, a better one than you’ve had so far.”
“Huh?” Jacen glared at Matt and plunked the bag back onto his bruise. “Are you here all night? I thought Cady hired on people to work the desk so you and her weren’t stuck.”
“She did, but this is my night. I have to earn my keep somehow.” He grinned to hide his displeasure. “I can’t feed my music and running habits without some source of income.”
Jacen tucked his phone into his pocket and lingered at the counter. “Want some company? I came here to work on music, yeah, but that wasn’t the only reason.” He offered up the bag. “I’ve melted this.”
“I’ll stick it back in the freezer. No problem.” He gripped the melting frozen food. “Stick around a moment in case anyone comes in and I’ll put it back.” He left Jacen alone long enough to put the peas in the fridge. He’d probably make them for lunch the next day instead of wasting them. When he returned, Jacen had rounded the counter.
“All good?” Jacen asked.
“I’ve got lunch for tomorrow.” He tensed. “Thanks for holding down the fort.” He expected Jacen to leave, but instead, he crept closer to Matt.
“I didn’t just return for Rory and the music. I came here for you, too.”
“Me?” He frowned. “What?” He had to be hearing Jacen wrong. No way Jacen meant that.
“Uh, yeah. You.”
About the Author:
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.
Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
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