“What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?”
I need to forget. I need an escape.
Only one person isn’t falling for my reputation as the NHL’s Golden Boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend’s house. She didn’t want to hear my reason–she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time.
Adalyn is bold, sassy–and the perfect escape.
She’s everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with her.
And I do, making this summer the best off-season I’ve ever had.
But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don’t expect is to get her pregnant.
And what I definitely don’t expect is having to fight for her affection.
“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.
“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”
She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.
Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”
From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”
Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?
Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.
Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.
It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.
But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .
My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.
Fuck, that feels good.
I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.
And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.
She kisses me.
Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.
Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Series: Standalone In The Casey Brothers Series
Author: Stephanie Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 16, 2018
I like a challenge. Tell me something’s impossible and I’ll make it happen.
From our very first meeting it’s obvious the Bachelor Tower’s newest female
addition doesn’t think I’m her type. When I’m asked to distract her from the
politics of the building, she tells me I have no chance with her.
I ask her to trust me, but I’m not prepared for what she shares when she does.
My life was following a set plan before he comes into it and turns everything
upside down. Sure, he’s sexy as hell with a smile that can melt any heart—but I
can’t afford to make another mistake. In my experience, the only people who can
hurt me are the ones I let in.
He says he’s different, that he understands me.
He says that until I show him who I really am.
Then love is. . .impossible?
Some people claim to have their hearts ripped out of their chests. To feel the world shift under their feet. To feel intoxicated by love.
Miles Wittman, the bassist for the rock band Trained in Black, felt those things until the shift became a hole and dragged him into darkness.
His mind clouded by years of alcohol abuse, the man remembers very little of the last two years of his life.
A woman from his past.
Julia Nulty, the band’s manager sister, the sexy, exotic plus-sized model.
Bits and pieces of his memory start to surface after the two of them are caught up in an unexpected photo shoot.
She’s rocked his world. He feels the shift. The intoxication.
But Miles, he has no recollection of the night they spent together. If he finds out the truth of what happened, it could possibly lead him back to the darkness.
The Sweet Sin series is a series of interconnected standalone rockstar romances.
USA Today Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans is a Michigan native where she lives with her husband, Tony. They have two son’s Aaron and Shane.
She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball, and Football.
She has recently retired from her day job to become a full-time writer.
She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite quote is “I got this.”
Originally from Europe, Linnea currently tries to befriend the lively squirrels
in Rhode Island. ❤
Release Date: April 13, 2018
She was supposed to be a no one. Insignificant.
She wasn’t supposed to make me smile.
She wasn’t supposed to make me laugh.
She sure wasn’t supposed to make me feel something other than hate.
She wasn’t supposed to make me love her.
She was a means to an end. Now the bloody and vengeful end looks to be mine.
Because it now comes down to love or loyalty and it’s on me to decide what
reigns absolute; heart or family.
Deaths – ✔
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Wow just wow. I am always blown away by Binks’ talent. I’ve followed Bink from the start and have yet to find a book that she writes that I don’t love. This woman has true art of writing and engaging her audience. There is never a boring moment when it comes to Bink.
Hoplessly Devoted is amazing. You are taken back in to the wild and crazy life of Ryker and Kat. Let me tell you just when you think these two are going to get a break something comes up to test their abilities. Kat is an amazing touching person that you wish everyone would strive to be. She has a true heart of gold even when she should have one that is as black as coal. Ryker is always in some mess, this seems to follow him all the time and let me tell you it makes for some pretty fun and intents moments.
Hope we get to re-visit these two in the future. Love this series, this will be a must reread!!!
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