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Friday, June 26, 2020

COVER REVEAL: Thank You, Next Chapter by Cassie Graham




Title: Thank You, Next Chapter
Author: Cassie Graham
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Natalie Beausoleil, Beau & Co.
 Release Date: July 3, 2020



Blurb

In Paris, he was abandoned as she created a masterpiece.
In New Mexico, she found inspiration all while he couldn’t write a single lyric.
In New York, he was given an ultimatum just as she ignored her agent’s emails.
In Colorado, everything changed.

Zona Carver finds inspiration for her novels in unlikely places, but when she decides to go see Sebastian March in concert, she doesn’t expect to inspire him. On a whim, he asks her to go on tour, but Zona has a complicated past with the music business and returning to her old life leaves her feeling uncertain.

Before she can worry about the consequences of her actions, she’s packing up her entire life and hopping on a bus with Sebastian.

City by city, words are written, and memories are made, but the past has a pesky way of catching up to you.

What happens on the road, doesn’t always stay there, and hopefully they can survive the wild ride.







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Excerpt

“You’re staring,” he playfully scolded.
“Am not.”
“You are,” he said. “I’m just wearing glasses, you goof. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not,” I agreed. “But it kind of is, too. I mean, your public persona is just so posh and clean. Shaved face. Crisp white shirts.” Perfectly fitted pants that I thought about when he wasn’t around. He didn’t need to know that. “Putting on glasses makes you look different and rugged and – I don’t know – scholarly.” My faux-British accent came out at the end.
“Those two things don’t exactly go together,” he said with a chuckle. “Who wants to be rugged and scholarly?”
“You do,” I told him. “Trust me. It works. Your glasses are a good addition.”
“It’s like a Clark Kent thing, isn’t it? Mum and Dad always said I looked like him when I wore glasses.”
I took a better look, watching as the headlights on the opposite side of the road lit up his face, even the harsh brightness making him look godlier than any actual human. “I mean, sure. You look like Superman, but it’s . . . I don’t know. It’s you. You’re this unique form of handsome.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course you get better looking as you get older, which, on behalf of all women, is complete bullshit.”
“What do you mean?”
“Men,” I pushed. “They get better looking as they get older. DiCaprio. Clooney. All of them.”
His eyebrows downcast, perturbed and slightly unimpressed.
“It’s the same for you. You’re only getting more handsome. It’s annoying.” I huffed. Yes, like a petulant child because it was impossible to not be completely aggravated by the fact that he couldn’t control just how utterly handsome he was. Dude could wear mud and still look great.
“And you know this because . . . you know what I looked like when I was younger?” he smirked over at me, now far too amused for my liking.
My stomach fell when I realized my slipup. “Okay, yes, I’ve followed your music for a little longer than I previously lead you to believe, don’t get a big head.”
“You followed me when I first got signed to a record label?” His grin nearly took control of his entire face. “That’s cute.”
“Shut up.”
He laughed. “Did you follow me when I used to post on YouTube?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged a shoulder, looking out the window.
“You did not.”
I turned back to see his mouth hung open, his left hand on the steering wheel. “Don’t judge me, March,” I scolded, unable to hide my grin.
“Vine?”
I sighed; hopeful he hadn’t seen me nearly cringe. He didn’t need to know he was my most-listened to artist on my music streaming site for the last two years or that the entire reason for me coming to his concert that night we first officially met was because I was a massive fangirl and wanted to catalog everything he did while on stage. And he most definitely didn’t need to know that he was the inspiration for the hero in my new novel.
Un. Important. Facts. That was all this was.
“Oh my God, you followed me on Vine?” He couldn’t believe it. “That’s it. This is my favorite night. It’s official.”
“You’re seeing my nerd, Sebastian.” I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. When I let my freak-nerd flag fly, I became the ultimate goober. My ‘fangirl’ teetered on obsession when it came to studying subjects for my books.
“You fangirl for me,” he said as if it wasn’t a colossal deal, “and you know what?”
“Hmm?” I said as I studied him, the hard lines of his jaw twitching.
The red glow of the light we were sitting at cast a shadow across his face. “I fangirl for you.”
I chewed on my lip, wishing I could catalog this moment in my mind forever. I wouldn’t want to have any other fangirl but him.






Author Bio


A chocolate mistress, Cassie Graham is a born and raised Arizona girl. Her sass knows no bounds and almost always has something kind to say, no matter the situation. She runs a platform of love and strives to bring those attributes out in every book she writes.

She started writing early in her high school career after an English teacher forced her to write in a journal. Four years and thirty-something notebooks full of words later, she found her passion.

If Cassie isn't shoulder-deep in writing a version of a fairytale, you can find her front porch sitting with her husband and daughter, eating all the bread, gossiping with her best friends, visiting Disneyland, supporting strong women, listening to cheesy music and reading great books by amazing people. She loves binge-watching Supernatural, drooling over Dean, Sam and Cas, and going to conventions. She also enjoys spreading love any chance she can. So, if you run into her, give her a hug or a high-five. She guarantees they're magic.

Author of Unable to Resist, Anyone But Him, The Truth of a Liar, Enchanting Wilder, Surviving Wilder, Who Needs Air, The Girl Behind the Red Door and Maybe Ever After.


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RELEASE BLITZ: Blue Dragon's Heart by Misty Malloy




Title: Blue Dragon's Heart
Series: Dragons of Xanthara #2
Author: Misty Malloy
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2020



Blurb

The little human female thinks I’m a monster. 

She’s been given to me to protect. To mate with. To help repopulate our planet after the red aliens released the bioweapon that killed all the females of our species. 

She trembles with fear every time I come close. 

I don’t mean to frighten her. Yet my inner dragon lurks near the surface. I’m half-warrior, half-animal. 

I lost myself long ago to the shadows when my enemies ripped away those that I loved. 

I’ve promised to keep her safe, yet my mission for revenge burns within me. How can I care for her when darkness calls my name? 

I’m afraid I can’t control my beast. 

My blood simmers in my veins. My dragon claws at his restraints, hot and volatile.

He’s ready to be unleashed. 

The red aliens will meet my wrath.

I will hunt them down. Every single one of them.







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Author Bio


Misty Malloy lives in Arizona with her husband and their ridiculously cute dire wolf dog. When she’s not writing about sexy dragon shifters, she’s planning her next travel adventure. She loves happy hour with lots of wine and cheese, steamy historical movies, and alpha males.


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COVER REVEAL: Wrath by Lacey Heart

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 #𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲...



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#Excerpt . 𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧.
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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.
𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚. 𝐀 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞.
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰, 𝐈 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞.
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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
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𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝.
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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.


WRATH: Sinful Beginnings is coming July 15th.

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COVER REVEAL: Until Talon by Aurora Rose Reynolds




Title: Until Talon
Series: Until Him #4
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: RBA Designs
Photo: Michelle Lancaster
Model: Chad Hurst
Release Date: August 4, 2020



Blurb

When Mia Allenton’s sister calls, asking her for help after finding out her husband cheated, Mia packs up her life in Montana and moves to Tennessee to be there for her and her three girls. As Mia begins to settle in, a tornado comes through, bringing along with it Talon Mayson, a man determined to prove to her that good men do exist.

Talon knows he’s got his work cut out for him when it comes to earning Mia’s trust, but slowly her walls start to crumble, and they begin to build something beautiful. Unfortunately, someone from Talon’s past isn’t happy about him being back in Tennessee, and they’re willing to do anything to prevent him from ever being happy.

Is the Boom between Talon and Mia strong enough to weather the storm that’s coming?





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Author Bio


Aurora Rose Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her, Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.

Her writing career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her stories with readers all over the world.


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RELEASE BLITZ: Starlet by Cora Kenborn




Title: Starlet
A Sinister Fairy Tales Collection Standalone
Author: Cora Kenborn
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 25, 2020



Blurb

They call me America’s Sweetheart.
Hollywood royalty. The last of an era.
Sole survivor of LA’s most infamous crime.

I’m not any of those things.
He forced me into the spotlight.
The liar with a perfect smile and cold blue eyes.

But Alexandra Romanov’s fate won’t be mine.
I’ll speak her lines. I’ll hit the mark. I’ll strike a pose.
And when the past and present collide, I’ll become their worst nightmare.

They told me to preserve the legacy.
Be careful what you ask for. . .
You just might get it.

Author note: This book contains dark themes, graphic and violent content, and sensitive subject matter that while essential to the storyline may make some readers uncomfortable







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Excerpt

“Angel, I’m…” The word sorry is right there on my lips, but instead of saying it, I slam them against hers before either of us can react. Angel’s muffled protest is trapped between our mouths, and her palms fly to my chest as if to push me away. Only she doesn’t. Her fingers curl into my shirt, those sharp nails digging into my skin.
My control breaks. My hand dives into her hair, twisting it around my fingers. We kiss harder, ignoring the fact we’re in a public parking lot. And when she moans into my mouth, I lose it and push her against the car.
“Stop.” Angel breaks the kiss, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths as she pulls away. Her fingers press against her swollen lips as if they will somehow erase the feel of mine.
They won’t.
Because like it or not, when I want something, I get it. I wanted out of this mess, so I made her an offer that would make history.
But now...
We’re going to rewrite it.
However, Angel has to be handled carefully, so I play the apologetic asshole role with gusto. Stepping back, I rake a hand through my hair. “That was out of line.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “You think?”
Sighing, I press my thumb against my temple and throw out a final Hail Mary. “Look, what do you have to lose? A crappy apartment and a worthless job?”
For some reason, that seems to get to her, and she relaxes the grip her arms have on her chest. “What’s in it for you? And be straight with me this time. No more of this half-answer crap. I want the truth.”
“A story.”
Angel raises her eyebrows and glares at me.
I roll my eyes. “And money. Look, I don’t care how much a man has, five-hundred-k is five-hundred-k.” It’s the truth, something I didn’t mean to throw out there, but my master plan is going down in flames pretty fast.
“That’s another half-answer,” she accuses, and then twists around to walk away, but I catch her arm and spin her back around.
“Fine, you want the truth? You don’t get to where I am in life and not step on a lot of toes along the way, sweetheart. Some were by accident, and others were very much on purpose. Somebody didn’t like what he saw in the mirror I shoved in front of his face and decided to take it out on my ass. If I don’t get some cash flow soon, I’m going to lose everything.”
An awkward second of silence quickly turns into five. Then ten. Just as I’m about to do something drastic like speak the name of a man who should never be used as a bargaining tool, she sighs.
“Fine.”
Wait, what?
“Fine?”
“I know I’ll live to regret this, but I can’t argue that half a million would change my life.”
“So, that’s a yes?” I ask, slowly. “You’ll do it?”
“Yes. Provided you guarantee the DNA test will prove I’m Alexandra Romanov, you’ve got a deal.”






Author Bio


Cora Kenborn is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes in multiple genres from dark and gritty romantic suspense to laugh-out-loud romantic comedy. Known for her sharp banter and shocking blindsides, Cora pushes her characters and readers out of their comfort zones and onto an emotional roller coaster before delivering a twisted happily ever after.
Cora believes there’s nothing better than a feisty heroine who keeps her alpha on his toes, and she draws inspiration from the strong country women who raised her. However, since the domestic Southern Belle gene seems to have skipped a generation, she spends any free time convincing her family that microwaving Hot Pockets counts as cooking dinner.
Oh, and autocorrect thinks she's obsessed with ducks.



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RELEASE BLITZ: Crude by Sloan Storm




Title: Crude
Series: Big Texas Billionaires #1
Author: Sloan Storm
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2020



Blurb

Hunky oil billionaire Colt Kincade demands I sell him my ranch. But I refuse, and he's not happy about it.
Pfft. Whatever. Mr. Tall, Dark and Country thinks he can get whatever he wants, huh?
Well, I'm not some social-climbing, gold-digging, moon-eyed-orbiter lusting after him just because he's hotter than a two-dollar pistol. He may have tongues wagging all across the Lone Star state, but his charms won't work on me.
I hate everything about him - his tantalizing Texas drawl, his swaggering God's gift attitude, his soul-searing, come-and-get-it-girls stare.
And no. I don't care that he loves dogs, his momma or his daddy's dusty old pickup.
He's trouble. Trouble I do not need. Besides, I've got problems of my own.
Broke? Yep.
Single? Sadly.
Desperate? Getting there.
The truth is, I'm running out of time, out of options, and out of hope.
I need the money he's offering.
But even worse, my heart thinks it needs Colt, too.





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Excerpt

I’m not sure what was harder.

Slipping and sliding all over the place from that damn hot yoga or trying to keep my cock from tying in a knot. I had a vague idea of what I expected her to look like…

And it sure as hell wasn’t this.

I went there with one thing in mind… completing my mission and closing the deal.

But, after watching her curvy figure prowl around the classroom for an hour, drilling of a different sort was on my mind. However, despite her earlier behavior, or maybe because of it, Jessie kept it professional, stopping by once or twice to correct my form.

Did that matter to me, though?

Hell no.

Wherever her tiny hands touched, my skin lit up like red-hot charcoal.

After class ended, I hung around, sipping on some cold water and toweling off. Shit, sweat poured from places I didn’t know it could. No idea how people made a regular habit of this insanity.

That room was hotter than all git out.

She chatted with one of the folks in the class, I polished off my drink and headed her direction. Thing is, I had to be careful. Sending the wrong message would get me in a heap of trouble and no closer to the actual reason I’d come there.

I closed in on her, our eyes met.

What a damn angel.

Lucky for me she didn’t bear any resemblance to ole Clint. Poor bastard was so ugly his momma had to tie a pork chop around his neck so the dogs would play with him.

No, she got her looks from her mother.

Especially those eyes - big and blue and bright - like nothing I’d ever seen.

Jessie tucked a wisp of loose hair behind her ear.

“I was pretty impressed with you,” she said before finishing her dig with a cute little wink. “Not bad. Usually big guys like yourself quit the first time around. They never come back after that.”

I enjoyed her teasing.

How couldn’t I?

“That a fact? What makes you think this is my first time?”

Jessie shot me a liar’s look, wrapping her fingers around her hips.

“Fair enough.” Held up my hands, showed her my palms. “I guess you could say this is my first yoga rodeo.”

So, my initial plan was to just get it over with, explain what I was doing there, see how she reacted. But, the longer we talked, the more impossible I realized that would be. Bullets were already flying, ricocheting on the battlefield, and I needed a new strategy.

After all, I’d have to reveal everything to her.

No way in hell that would work.

Think about it…

Somehow a random stranger knew everything about her life, including her adoption. Also, I knew her birth father, was a friend of his. If that wasn’t enough to have her kicking me out the front door, she was the heir to a ranch I needed in the worst way.

Course I was under the gun to get the damn deal done before Tucker tracked her down. My gut told me there had to be another way to make it happen, but my brain hadn’t bothered to provide me any details. Getting an eyeful of that tight, lean body of hers though, I knew one thing for sure.

That dog wouldn’t hunt.

This wasn’t the time or place to be in deal-making mode.

“So,” she began, snapping me out of my strategizing. “Are you from out of town? Here on business?”

 “No, Dallas born and bred.”

“Uh huh.” Jessie deadpanned. “Hmm, why do I feel like you don’t belong in a yoga studio?”

“Because I don’t. Said so yourself.”

“Well, do you think you’ll come back? Hot yoga isn’t the easiest class for a beginner. We have other options.”

“Do you teach any of those options?”

“No. I only teach the advanced classes.”

“I suppose I’ll have to take my chances then. Hope I don’t turn myself into a pretzel in the meantime.”

She chirped a melodic laugh - the type a man never tires of hearing. It was like the first bird you hear when Spring’s sprung at last. When she finished, Jessie drew her hands together at her waiflike waist, smiling so bright, I swore I saw it twinkle.

“Well, it was nice meeting you. I’ve got one more class to teach, so if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for it.”

“Pleasure,” I replied, stepping to one side and letting her pass.

When she walked off, my body caught fire. Barely an hour in her presence and that little woman stirred sensations inside of me that’d been dormant for a long damn time. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder, catching me in the act.

Didn’t matter. I wasn’t ashamed of anything.

I stared right back at her, letting her know there’d be more sweat in our future and not a yoga mat in sight.

After she left though, I blew out a long breath.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say her beauty and gentle spirit hypnotized me, but it was awful close. That little dove was a far cry from the viper pit of the social scene around Dallas. Over the years, I’d seen some women do crazy shit to remain in my orbit.

But Jessie?

She didn’t know a thing about me.

She was just… herself.

No pretending. No gold-digging. No horseshit games.

“Hmm,” I muttered, wiping my brow with the towel. “This is gonna be a problem.”

A serious problem.

Damn it to hell, Colt.



Author Bio


Sloan Storm pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and the women who challenge them. As such, power plays and passion are the heart of each and every story.

The writer's creative tendencies may drift as the mood strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place... the polarizing difference between the sexes.

After all, what else is there in life?

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